Time Capsule Will Be Hidden in the Meteor Warp Galaxy

Note: This was originally posted on June 22, 2010.

Write anything you want to write that will transcend through time. I wish this could journey through eternity but I know it won’t. But that won’t halt me from doing something even if it’s not forever-ish.

Anyways, the service of this time capsule has a limited lifespan. With that credence, this will ‘technically’ expire the day after this is published or the moment before the day ends. Let me explain further ~I will sleep in about an hour and probably will slumber for about eight hours and the first thing I will do the moment I wake up is republish this article to its next schedule.

That simple ~give your message to the future.

To your future self. To any one you have not met yet. To the world after some years. To someone who is not even born yet. Or to the next president after the 15th.

 

Anyone from the future.

This would be open again on August 22, 2010; September 26, 2010; December 28, 2010; January 28, 2011; April 30, 2011, September 10, 2011, October 11, 2012, November 12, 2013, December 13, 2014, May 10, 2015, February 29, 2016; and October 15, 2020. All Philippine time.

To all the dates that were not included, then this time capsule will not be visible.

I hope I can make it on 10/15/20.

I should make it! We all should make it.

Future, wait for us!

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Tumilapon Ako sa Motor at Nagka-Amnesia Chandelier

Gugustuhin ko pa nga bang maalala ang malaking piraso ng buhay ko kahit hindi kaaya-aya ang mga ‘yon?! Minsan na akong tinanong ng isang pader tungkol sa usapin ng “alaala.” Kolehiyo ako no’n. Sa restroom ng university namin na pinamamahayan ng mga kakaibang nilalang, habang nakatayo kaharap ang isang makapangyarihang sinaunang imbensyon na humihigop ng iba’t ibang elemento para ipunta sa dako paroon—ang kubeta ng third floor. Habang umiihi, kaharap ang pader na puno ng sikreto at vandal ay nabasa ko ang tanong na babago sa aking hairstyle:

“Kung makakapagsimula ka ng panibagong buhay kapalit ng pagkawala ng iyong mga alaala, tatanggapin mo ba?”

Lumingon muna ako sa likod at nang makitang walang tao, kinuha ko ang isang asul na marker sa bulsa ng pantalon ko. Alam kong bawal pero natalo ako ng pagnanasang sagutin ang tanong na inihahain ng mahiwagang pader. Pagkatapos ng insidenteng ‘yon, ilang araw rin na sumirko-sirko sa aking utak ang palaisipan ng pader.

Dahil do’n, inalala ko ang aking unang alaala. Ng aking sinaunang langhap, haplos, tikim, kinig, at titig. Medyo phantasmagoric ang approach pero pinilit kong balikan—nagising ako nang nakahiga sa kama katabi ang isang robot na laruan. Hindi ko matandaan kung ilang taon ako no’n. Tatlo o apat? Pero hindi na ’yon mahalaga. Ang importante ay ‘yun ang pinakaunang alaala ko na nabubuhay ako sa mundo. Nakahiga ako sa kama kaharap ang kisame, masyadong mataas para sa batang katulad ko pero masyadong mababa para sa mga butiking umiistambay sa liwanag ng lightbulb. Malambot na kumot ang bumabalot sa aking katawan, matamis ang simoy ng umaga, at tahimik ang pagpasok ng hangin mula sa bintana. Doon ko napagtanto na simple lang ang pagiging isang bata. Pinakakomplikado na ang makabasag ng baso at makagat ng aso.

Bukod sa alaalang ‘yon, wala na akong ibang gunitain na mas tatanda pa roon. Napapatanong tuloy ako sa sarili ko kung meron bang isang tao na nakakaalala na lumalaki siya sa sinapupunan ng kanyang ina nang mahigit kumulang siyam na buwan? Meron kayang isang nilalang na natatandaan ang kahit milisegundong pangyayari noong iniluluwal siya dito sa mundo? Siguro naman kahit sinong mortal ay walang alaala ng kanyang unang araw ng kapanganakan. Deleted na sa internal memory ng hard disk at wala na rin sa recycle bin ng utak.

Siguro ay ninanakaw ng isang imortal na nilalang ang alaala ng isang tao para bigyan ng misteryo ang buhay nito. Misteryo katulad na lang ng tanong na: “what happens after this lifetime?” Magsisimula ang tao sa paghahanap ng mga kasagutan at siya ay maaaliw sa hiwaga na bumabalot kung saan siya nagmula at kung saan ang susunod niyang paglalakbay. Malilibang siya sa mga kaaliw-aliw na pangyayari sa mundo kaso madidiskubre niya na may dead-end ang paghahanap ng mga kumplikadong sagot ng kalawakan.

Dahil kahit anong pilit pa ang gawin natin upang malaman ang mga bagay bagay na inaakala nating kukumpleto sa “puzzle game” na nilalaro ng bawat isa sa atin ay lalo lang gumugulo at mas nagiging kumplikado ang mga tanong na bumabagabag sa ating utak tuwing makakadiskubre tayo ng panibagong sagot. Kung malalaman lang natin kung saan tayo nanggaling bago tayo napadpad sa mundong ‘to o kung malalaman lang natin kung anong klaseng lugar ang naghihintay sa atin kapag nakilala na natin si Kamatayan, siguro hindi magiging exciting ang pakikipagsapalaran natin habang nabubuhay pa tayo.

Yung simpleng “wala tayong alam” ang dahilan kung bakit ang bawat isa sa atin ay nagpapatuloy mabuhay. Ang pagiging inosente natin sa kumplikadong proseso ng kalawakan ang rason kaya patuloy tayo sa pagtuklas. At ang kawalan natin ng impormasyon kung saan tayo pupunta pagkatapos ng lahat ng ito ang nagpupugad sa ating takot, galak, at tibay ng loob.

Minsan iniisip ko kung nasaan na ang mga alaala na nawawala? Mayroon kayang lugar na pinatutunguhan ang lahat ng pangyayaring nilimot na ng panahon? At pwede ko pa bang makuha ang alaala na ninakaw sa akin? Saan ko naman ito hahanapin? At paano?

Basta. Ang alam ko lang, nagising ako na nakahiga sa kama katabi ang isang robot na laruan. Mga tatlo o apat na taong gulang ako no’n. Nakaharap ako sa kisame, na inaakala kong langit, kung saan tumatagos ang pagkakatitig ko patungong kalawakan.

Flobberkite. Firehippo. Facebook.

Snagglepuss. Shakaram. Krakabang. You cannot judge me on what I post in FaceBook.

Just because.

And because I’m a totally different person there. In there, I share creepypasta that I have already read in /x/ 2 years ago. I post photo of me taken on my cousin’s wedding way back 2005. I am a pop-art lover. I am a nice, sweetie boy who ultra likes at every post on my timeline. I share magic trick videos of a guy conjuring reptiles on his hand. I’m a polite, guy-next-door/website that few people love to hate.

IN THERE, I AM A 64-COLORED UNICORN slash CENTAUR.

If you want to see what my shat is made of, then go stalk my Pinterest account where I pin cuddly, adorkable animals on one board and Men’s fashion on another. Or visit my Google+ where my narcissistic persona made a trap circle confining my vanity spirit and self-absorbed id. And yes, you are welcome to go to my Twitter account where I harass employees of a Telecom Company.

BECAUSE IN OTHER PLACES, I AM A SUGARLESS GUMMY BEAR THAT WILL COLON CLEANSE YOU IN THE MOST DAZZLING WAY.

Abandon All Hope

Rewatching Supernatural‘s episode entitled, “Abandon All Hope.”

I have this attachment with Jo’s character BECAUSE she pursued being a hunter despite her Mom’s negation of every-thing-hunter-ish. Take note that her parents are both hunters. INB4: Parents’ fear of their child dying first before them. Still, Jo left the Roadhouse to live the life of a hunter.  But there is this personality of Jo that I am drawn to– her willingness to try despite failing. As you may not know, Jo is not an A Class Hunter. Most of her life growing up was spent under the roof of The Roadhouse. She serves as a waitress, and, sometimes, a poker player.  Her skills are average. Yes, she can kick some ass like when she took the gun from Dean single-handedly. But she is also prone to being kidnapped like that time when she was taken by an angered spirit who fancy blonde girls.  But that is what I like about Jo. She is just an average hunter with average skills. Nevertheless, she tried and became a hunter. She may not be the best in town but she did it. She hunted whatever it is that needs to be hunted.

Her first appearance in Season 2 made me look forward for ‘that’ kiss with Dean Winchester. But as the season progresses, Jo’s character cannot/is not meant to be the love interest for Dean. (Writer Kripke admitted the conception of the character was flawed from the beginning.)

‘The’ kiss finally happened in Season 5 (in the episode Abandon All Hope) after the invisible Hell Hounds attack Jo. For me, it is important. That they kissed. That it actually happened. And I do not need to imagine both of them kissing because the series won’t allow it. It is important for me– because that is ‘the’ moment I have waited for (for) three seasons.

Sickeningly saddening, ‘the’ kiss took place right before Jo’s death.

 

BTW, later in the series, Jo’s character (will) return(s) [in the episode “Defending Your Life”]. But mostly as a secondary character slash filler slash closure-type only. As much as I really like to revive/keep her in the Supernatural universe, I must decline because one must show respect even for fictional characters. Yea, Jo Harvell deserved my respect because [redacted: you need to watch the episode or prolly the full series].

My Kind of Thursday

May application ako kahapon (Thursday) sa “isang” Catholic College. Logically, tabi lang ng isang simbahan ‘yun. Pang professional ‘yung get-up ko at habang inaayos ko ‘yun kwelyo ko eh na-miss ko ‘yung isang step sa tapat ng Accounting Department. Ayun, lumipad ako ng three meters. At bumangon uli. Muntik pa ako mapilayan. Narating ko ang HR Department nila sa tulong ng GPRS ng phone ko. After ng interview–uwian na.

Narealize ko na gusto ko pala makarinig ng sermon kase di pa ako nakakasimba nitong mga nakaraang linggo. Eh since tabi lang ng school ‘yung simbahan, I filled my hopes up.  

Swakto XD

May misa. Sinilip ko, konti lang ang tao. Dahan dahan akong pumasok (syempre naka-formal attire ako eh). Sa gitna ako naglakad para kunyari entourage. May mga tao sa bandang likod pero gusto ko sana sa harap para marinig ‘yung sermon ni Father. Kasalukuyang kumakanta ng something something kaya naglakad lang ako nang marahan.

Nakatingin lang ako sa altar habang naglalakad kase ang solemn ng kanta eh.

Nang malapit na ako sa harap mismo– putek na ‘yan. Nakita ko may kabaong. Misa pala para sa patay. Gusto ko matunaw. Nakita ‘ata ako ng mga kamag-anak. Curious siguro sila kung sino ako at anong relasyon ko sa namayapa na. HUHUHUHU.

Isa pang putek. Thursday pala kahapon. Di ko narealize. Minsan na lang makapagsimba eh no ganito pa ang nangyari XD

Master your Craft

Akso Rojas Typoetry Master Craft

One thing I learned today is that there are people who sickeningly steal other people’s work just to add glory to their names.

If you are an artist and this happens to you, and may God forbid, all you need to do is harness ‘that gift’ that people are desperately stealing from you. This will not be easy– but you have to continue your craft. Endure all the sleepless nights. Withstand every pain. Bear each criticisms. If you are a writer, you must write even if you have to use your blood as your ink. If you are a painter, you must paint even at times of blackouts. If you are a dancer, you must dance even in sore soles.

Aside from this, you have to speak up and claim what is rightfully yours to begin with. Even if people are doubtful of your ability. Even if you are afraid. Even if you gain enemies.

But above all these, you must believe that you can pass the phase of not-wanting-to-continue-just-because-someone-stole-your-art. This is a crucial phase because most artist discontinue their craft at this stage. But if you passed this episode of drama, it will be easier for you to become naturally awesome at your craft.

My mind is a little hazy right now but I believe I have said what I wanted to. So now, I leave you with a laughing smiley XD

Jumping in on the Hoops of Adoption

Yea, my family decided to take in a one-year old quiet, little guy.

His Supposed-To-Be-Dad told my Dad that they cannot accommodate him any longer because they have other plans for themselves. And with plans, they are talking about other endeavors that this little guy cannot be part of. So his Supposed-To-Be-Dad opted to look for a family who will take care of him.

I am against my family’s decision, deep inside.

But at the end of the day, I am still a kid yearning to have another member of the family. Whatever it may cost us financially, I still like to believe that my family will gain something in return– emotionally. So we took him in.

While I hope that this will make me a better person.