Goodbye Friendster, Hello Blogspot.

Blame the office ITs. Can't really do anything about it, because simply they are just doing their jobs. Roughly a week ago, a slew of IT people invaded the studio and promptly installed/uninstalled various softwares that resulted in various (unwarranted and unwanted) errors in our respective personal computers.

These powerful (and inconsiderate, but hey these robots are just being told of what they should do) administrators, in a word, blocked some of the sites which include your www.friendster.com--- sure, sure... There are proxy sites to use to bypass such admin settings but heck, not all the pages are being shown or maybe i am just too lazy to search for the better proxy sites...

Nonetheless, i made my decision. And that is continue "blogging" via blogspot.com (Free plug: cheezepaper.blogspot.com) Not that i assumed there are actually readers of this section. Again, i insist: Paranoia pays off. Heck, maybe i'd allow a comment or two over at blogpot.

See you around. Yes, especially YOU.

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Thought that should kick it off. Copy + Paste your own piece, that's not plagiarism. It's called laziness.

Guide to Succeed in Failing.

Lists are excuses for literary incompetence. It is an escape for not being coherent and decisive enough on which sentences belong to which lines of your paragraphs.
That said, i am greatly incompetent, incoherent and indecisive. My first list: It's a rehash of something i wrote way, way back. i can only hope i get the same type of frankness and honesty when i was still in college. A little bit of maturity might make it more effective too, or maybe not.

The Guide to Succeed in Failing

1. You are not special.
2. Everyone is guilty until proven innocent.
3. Leave the past, but live in the past.
4. Laziness does pay.Consider everything done even before doing it.
5. There is no way out of love but hate.
6. Creative chaos is the only orderly option.
7. Hasty impatience is not only a virtue it is the pace of life.
8. Families and friends fade, in the end, you are an island.
9. Apathy is best served cold.
10. ------------------------------------------------------------

Unfortunately, that got me drained. Items 1 through 5 was about the exact same thing i wrote back then.. the others were a bit far off (too mature for comfort... )Then again, maybe i've changed. The 10th one i completely forgot, you might want to add..

Your Endless Nights Greet Familiar Apathy, None Too Empty

[Fast fact:The pair of poems (ok, free verse!) was written about 3-4 months ago in another blog site. Just decided to repost it here to get things started for my Blogger blogsite.]

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Your Endless Nights Greet Familiar Apathy, None Too Empty IV

Meet and greet your destiny
Four horsemen tramples
Through your heart (my apocalypse)
Rewriting your own future
With me and me alone
This sign of desperation, my Love
Is your last chance to salvation
From me
Your Eyes, Naïve and Gray
Farther Away,
None Too Empty
Should end this now
Before completely falling
Before you completely go away
Open hands to an empty heaven
One chance, one moment
To hold the coldness of you
The emptiness in between
The blue bliss that can never be me

Your Endless Nights Greet Familiar Apathy, None Too Empty III

The Saturday that was
The bliss that could have been
Eight straight hours with you
Now just another empty dream
Another hopeless heaven
The week-long struggle to be (with) you
Ended in a bus-ride of bitter apathy
In impossible indifference
Your Eyes, Naïvely Grayish
Still stoic, still beautiful
Familiarly apathetic
The week that was
All I need, want was five minutes with you
Just to stare and not speak
To ask and not answer
Are you gone for good?
Unblued and blued as (fast as you can say) goodbye
Undeserved underappreciated