Iucunda Memoria est Praeteritorum Malorum

A few days ago, in a rather beautiful fit of hysteria, I decided to uninstall the Facebook app on my mobile device in a desperate attempt to tame my social media primal instinct. My proclivity to tap that blue, perspicuous “F” icon with a strong semblance to the Masonic Tubal Cain symbol has become an unhealthy second nature every time I unlock my phone. This 21st-century disease, a modern-day St. Vitus Dance, is an addiction that has been proliferating on a global scale, with the smartphone-wielding masses as its willing victims. I’ve hoped to end its villainous reign over me by removing it from my phone. Really?

Seriously, my Facebook usage has taken its toll on my infinitesimal personal productivity — so, I decided to get rid of the app for good — only to find myself scrolling through dainty Instagram posts instead.

Revisiting WordPress, staring blankly at the immaculate whiteness of the “Write” space, I realized that the struggling wordsmith in me, styptic at best, has been reduced to a lifeless bard, maimed and devoid of inspiration. Look at what you’ve done to me, adulthood.

A noble crusade to redeem my juvenile passions led me to pry an ancient email inbox open: the jejemon-esque but thoughtfully-conceived “blasphemous_boy07@yahoo.com” account. Amidst the debris of my teenage preoccupations, I rediscovered my love for drawing, an odd fascination for the occults, an inexplicable zeal to ferret out my ancestry, and this epic poem I wrote myself:

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I made this site way back in ’05, but you can still find it here. My inept use of Latin phrases aside, I thought the poem looked pretty neat.

I’m really not sure why I keep coming back to my childhood passions. I have long realized that this world is a cruel place for a quixotic dreamer like me, nonetheless I thank the heavens that my day job keeps the wolf from the door — but only for so long. My round-peg-in-a-square-hole attitude has no place in a corporate world filled with servile drones and yes-men.

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À propos de bottes — I present to you the photos I took in Antique, Capiz and Romblon (islands of Sibuyan and Tablas) two months before Pops took off for the Land of the Great White Cloud. We crammed three provinces into five days riding a ferry, an airplane and countless boats, buses and tricycles. I miss you so bad, Pops. I guess I can never find a fellow looney to whom I can comfortably confide my bizarrest, blackest and vilest secrets HAHAHA!!!

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BONUS: Here’s the GoPro vid of the trip that I made for Pops’ birthday. 🙂

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