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If you’re seeking a new direction
McKinley gives you an inspiration
Meet Glee-club with Will Schuester
Feat Cherrios with Sue Sylvester
Rachel Berry is simply irresistible
Her vocal power seems like unfathomable
Gaga, Rihanna, you name ‘em all
They’ve got nothing but an awful song
I was blown up by Mercedes’ golden voice
And I am telling you, she got her best choice
A perfect rendition of a Broadway piece
A stunning performance that you’d surely miss
Dare not to Finn’s electromagnetic appeal
Beautiful ladies get him off and disappear
One hot tub night might cost you another life
As his sperms swim as fast as a stormy kite
There’s nothing bitter than Sue Sylvester’s vocals
Sabotage the sectionals, judge the regionals
Mock Madonna, blackmail Figgins
Sucking bitch with the mud-blood genes
William’s character is truly legendary
Passion in teaching is extraordinary
Enduring Glee-club at all cost
Loving Glee-club win or lost
Yesterday was the last day of indeed a fully loaded week. Academic life has been very demanding ever since. I’m almost sure what lies ahead of me getting in this field, but I have crossed the point of no return now. I know it is somewhat awful but, I need to face what it is no matter what. After all, no one is behind all these other than me and that’s the way it should be, isn’t it? The thing is, there is no element of repentance here. I am not regretting where I am on now, and will not be. Neither I had in the past. I’m someone who always had its back within the bounds of his words and I think I couldn’t be better than that.
Going back, it has been my routine to off my books on weekends. Accounting, worksheets, journals and the calculator need a break as much as I do. The nature of the course says it all. The university I’m in is getting our feet off the ground to fly high with their imposed standards and “supposedly” reach our brightest stars. Grade cut off is just freaking all the students to be diligent and work it out 24/7. It’s almost unrealistic and unattainable for those who aren’t true to their vows. It’s not enough if you have brains, neither an IQ of 200. If you’re hardworking but don’t have an excellent mind, I’m afraid your hard work might just fade away and you’ll end up having nothing at all.
I tell you, the worst isn’t the cut off but the CEL, short for, Comprehensive Examination Level. It’s given every year and fail one of them, and your life is over. Technically speaking, your life as a BSA stude is over. Getting all these things to a perspective, you’ll wish you were never born. If you haven’t, then don’t dare. Now tell me if I don’t deserve a break. Perhaps all the diabolic pressure has been part of me but only to think my life has never been too miserable. If were not because of it, I could have been situated six feet beneath the ground now. Thanks God it worked, and working.
Breaking off sometimes is all what you need if you are upset and feel deprived of happiness. It’s an avenue of where one can put exit doors to all the negative energies eroded from somewhere and deposited in his whereabouts. Those energies are terrible and even deadly, so get it off. Breaking off is a form of defense rather than escape. It’s a strength rather than weakness and most of all, it’s bravery over cowardice. Bring it on. I think, I’ve said enough but please, don’t take it too literally otherwise, it will mislead you.
SMS also known as text messaging is one of the highlights of the 21st century information revolution. Transfer of information from New York to Tokyo or to any other parts of the world is just a key-press away. A tap of a finger can make a difference. Real time messages are composed, sent, stored, relayed and archived. But people go beyond the fruits borne by this technology. They abused, misused and overused the purpose of text messaging to which it is essential. Jejebusters are one of them.
For your information, texting is not an art. It is an information service provided by cellular networks to aid communication between people across the world. So, defining jejemon as an art would deemed texting not to be contemplated with jejemon. People who connect jejemon to texting would otherwise need to prove this claim by proving evidence to the contrary.
Jejemon texting is such a shame to those who love it. Jejebusters claimed it as a cool avenue of expressing themselves. Where is the cool part of it? Is it cool to use unnecessary characters to extend your messages more than it should be as far as the allowable characters is concerned? Is it cool to mispell the words to convey your feelings and emotions that would otherwise crash the head of your reader or worst if it bleed his nose? Is it cool to promote wrong grammar and spelling intentionally because you wanna be cool even if you’re not? Sucks. Hardly. People used to texting in a jejemon way should find themselves a quill and a papyrus and vanish to start writing the way ancient people did it way back thousands of years ago. They don’t belong to the current civilization. I believe, they are castaways of the cro-magnon group who were literally thrown in today’s time.
So what’s the hell? If you trash an item from your desktop, you can retrieve it from your recycle bin, but if you delete it thereafter, you’ll lost it forever. So the hell is penal in nature. The only difference here is your mind don’t have a recycle bin, the moment you lost intelligence, you’ll damn yourself forever.
Twitter has undoubtedly claimed its world dominance as it continuously rule over it’s rivals from the social media networks. It has been known to be “online sms” because it only supports 140 characters per message. Since this is a micro blogging service, real time updates are always reflected in the timeline of the user, making it suitable for a better and efficient flow of information online may it be for personal, business or public purposes. Follow and unfollow feature is also a plus in making twitter as one of the coolest things on the net. Following people’s tweets enables user to receive upates from followed people’s timeline. The most prominent people in the world ranging from no less than the US President Barack Obama to the talk show mogul Winfrey Oprah are fond of tweeting. If you to want to know these people and so many others, why not have yourself registered an account today? Twit.
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I am who you think I am. I can be somebody. I can be something or even somewhere. I think, therefore I am. I am tangible but can’t be touched. I have a heart, but doesn’t beat. I have complete senses but function differently. If you would ask for my gender, I am neither a lad nor a guy, neither a shemale nor a fag. I sing with no voice and dance with no music. Interests in life? Oh, I love that question. I am an immortal, no more no less. An immortal being never fades forever, and I’m enjoying an indifinite life ahead of me. Who Am I? Confused? Bewildered? Feel free to to post questions on this page and I’ll answer all those soonest time possible. Happy reading.
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Tech-driven life has recently uplifted the humankind. Access points from anywhere in the globe or even from the outside world, are virtually possible. This is the so-called information revolution. What’s next to expect. Humans are literally restless in everything. Ideas are coming up from an average to an inquisitive minds. Past discoveries might not be all, but they surely were the foundation of what the world has become today. To the people who has been been part of it, we owe them what we have now. These stories could not have been told were it not because of them and all their efforts and hardworks are worthy to be praised, and emulated. Because of them, the world truly shines. Our lives have been thrilled and adorably become simple. An ordinary person has been informed and got his fair share of all these things. After all, deprivations were lessen, and empowerment is raised.
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August 25, 1973
Fort Bonifacio
11:30pm
Mr. Benigno S.. Aquino III
P E R S O N A L
My dearest Son:
One of these days, when you have completed your studies I am sure you will have the opportunity to visit many countries. And in your travels you will witness a bullfight.
In Spanish bullfighting as you know, a man, the matador is pitted against an angry bull. The man goads the bull to extreme anger and madness. Then a moment comes when the bull, maddened, bleeding and covered with darts, feeling his last moment has come, stops rushing about and grimly turns his face on the man with the scarlet “muleta” and sword. The Spaniards call this “the moment of truth.” This is the climax of the bullfight.
This afternoon, I have arrived at my own moment of truth. After a lengthy conference with my lawyers, Senators Jovito R. Salonga and Lorenzo M. Tanada I made a very crucial and vital decision that will surely affect all our lives: mommie’s, your sisters’, yours and all our loved ones as well as mine. I have decided not to participate in the proceedings of the Military Commission assigned to try the charges filed against me by the army prosecution staff. As you know, I’ve been charged with illegal possession of firearms, violation of RA 1700 otherwise known as the “Anti-Subversion Act” and murder.
You are still too young to grasp the full impact of my decision.
Briefly: by not participating in the proceedings, I will not be represented by counsel, the prosecution will present its witnesses without any cross examinations, I will not put up any defense, I will remain passive and quiet through the entire trial and I will merely await the verdict. Inasmuch as it will be a completely one-sided affair, I suppose it is reasonable to expect the maximum penalty will be given to me. I expect to be sentenced to imprisonment the rest of my natural life, or possibly be sent to stand before a firing squad. By adopting the course of action I decided upon this afternoon, I have literally decided to walk into the very jaws of death.
You may ask: why did you do it? Son, my decision is an act of conscience. It is an act of protest against the structures of injustice that have been imposed upon our hapless countrymen. Futile and puny, as it will surely appear to many, it is my last act of defiance against tyranny and dictatorship.
You are my only son. You carry my name and the name of my father. I have no material wealth to leave you. I never had time to make money while I was in the hire of our people. For this I am very sorry. I had hopes of building a little nest egg for you. I bought a ranch in Masbate in the hope that after ten or fifteen years, the coconut trees I planted there would be yielding enough to assure you a modest but comfortable existence.
Unfortunately, I had to sell all our properties as I fought battle after political battle as a beleaguered member of the opposition. And after the last battle, I had more obligations than assets.
The only valuable asset I can bequeath to you now is the name you carry. I have tried my best during my years of public service to keep that name untarnished and respected, unmarked by sorry compromises for expediency. I now pass it on to you, as good, I pray, as when my father, your grandfather passed it on to me.
I prepared a statement which I intend to read before the military commission on Monday at the opening of my trial. I hope the commission members will be understanding and kind enough to allow me to read my statement into the record. This may well be my first and only participation in the entire proceedings.
In this statement, I said: Some people suggested that I beg for mercy from the present powers that be. Son, this I cannot do in conscience. I would rather die on my feet with honor, than live on bended knees in shame.
Your great grandfather, Gen. Servilliano Aquino was twice condemned to death by both the Spaniards and the American colonizers. Fortunately, he survived both by a twist of fate.
Your grandfather, my father was also imprisoned by the Americans because he loved his people more than the Americans who colonized us. He was finally vindicated. Our ancestors have shared the pains, the sorrows and the anguish of Mother Filipinas when she was in bondage. It is a rare privilege for me to join the Motherland in the dark dungeon where she was led back by one of her own sons whom she lavished with love and glory.
I ended my statement thus: I have chosen to follow my conscience and accept the tyrant’s revenge. It takes little effort to stop a tyrant. I have no doubt in the ultimate victory of right over wrong, of evil over good, in the awakening of the Filipino.
Forgive me for passing unto your young shoulders the great responsibility for our family. I trust you will love your mother and your sisters and lavish them with the care and protection I would have given them. I was barely fifteen years old when my father died. His death was my most traumatic experience. I loved and hero worshipped him so much; I wanted to join him in his grave when he passed away. But as in all sorrows, eventually they are washed away by the rains of time.
In the coming years, I hope you will study very hard so that you will have a solid foundation on which to build your future. I may no longer be around to give you my fatherly advice. I have asked many of your uncles to help you along should the need arise and I pray you will have the humility to drink from their fountain of experiences.
Look after your two younger sisters with understanding and affection. Viel and Krissy will need your umbrella of protection for a long time. Krissy is still very young and fate has been most unkind to both of us. Our parting came too soon. Please make up for me. Take care of her as I would have taken care of her with patience and warm affection. Finally, stand by your mother as she stood beside me through the buffeting winds of crisis and uncertainties firm and resolute and uncowed. I pray to God, you inherit her indomitable spirit and her rare brand of silent courage.
I had hopes of introducing you to my friends, showing you the world and guide you through the maze of survival. I am afraid; you will now have to go it alone without your guide.
The only advice I can give you: Live with honor and follow your conscience. There is no greater nation on earth than our Motherland. No greater people than our own. Serve them with all your heart, with all your might and with all your strength. Son, the ball is now in your hands.
Lovingly,
DAD
The Don’t Quit presentation is based on a famous poem which was written many years ago. The author of this poem is unknown. Sadly, in recent years a number of people have claimed ownership of the poem and some have even claimed to have written it themselves!
Here is the original poem in it’s entirety:
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow–
You may succeed with another blow.Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.Success is failure turned inside out–
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit–
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.– Author unknown
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