Quod Me Nutrit, Me Destruit

Ahhh, dinosaurs. Terrible lizards, mighty and marvellous in both form and function. Truly the supreme overlords of the Jurassic.

A stereotypical scenario depicts a family of voracious, razor-toothed bipeds feasting upon a carcass of a gentle giant, probably that of a quadruped — its neck long and protruding, very telling of its herbivorous diet. An uninvited guest, a lowly cockroach, scurries by, sneakily partaking of the blood-soaked banquet, stealing away with a morsel of flesh, minuscule ejecta from a sinister saturnalia.

Then down came a hail of meteors (or an infernal deluge of lava, perhaps?), wiping out the entirety of these archons in an eye-blink, terrestrial and aerial alike! Alas, nature knows no kings.

Amidst the barrage of fire and brimstone on the surface, a congregation of cockroaches takes refuge deep within the hollows of cold earth. Without a doubt, the creatures’ brittle shells would not have stood a chance against the raging hellfire above, but their adaptive minuteness has thankfully become their toolkit for survival — enabling them to squeeze into narrow cracks and crevices, snaking their way to Gaia’s safe rooms. Nature has indeed prepared these humble bugs for the worst.

Why, the cockroach is easily the true paragon of evolution, an enduring symbol of adaptability and mutability! It afforded its kind the needed bent to predate the dinosaurs and, who knows — maybe even outlast the humans. WALL-E can attest to that. 😉

On the other hand, predictability might have brought the poor dinosaurs to their dismal fate. See, nature is a two-faced crone: an “alma mater,” nurturing mother on one side, but also a femme fatale on the other. First she appears to inspire her children, encouraging them to reach the acme of their evolution — only to subdue them with an invincible juggernaut in the end. Quod me nutrit, me destruit!

So if you think you’re more evolved that everyone else, think again. Nature is full of surprises, and long before you know it — she has already prepared an ineluctable snare that will bring about your downfall.

The meek shall inherit the earth.

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O, Fortuna!

Gosh. It’s been a while since the last time I put up something here. I have to admit I missed blogging. Isn’t it a relief to have an outlet of some sort at times when your mind is flooded with thoughts, pensive or nonsensical all the same?

I’ve been meaning to update this corner for quite a while now, and thank the heavens I finally found the time to do so. I love promises and so I hate breaking one, thus I really can’t promise myself to do this update every so often; but I’ll certainly try my best to make it a habit. I think it’s a lot healthier alternative to my daily dose of League of Legends sessions. Well, I really won’t cut the online game grind out of my life for good — I’ll just make sure to do something “more” productive (yes, playing games is productive, at least for me) before indulging in my online vice. I even had to put this Gautama statue beside my laptop as a memento to practice mindfulness at all times.

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An Android’s Existential Angst

I was once nothing but an inanimate and insentient congregation of shiny metal modules. My very eidolon was patterned after my creator’s own schematics; every nut and screw, every bolt, every wirework inside my chassis — all of them pieced together, consonantly and exactingly, according to the blueprint of his anatomy. By his hydraulics, oil is made into my blood; by pneumatics, my breath is pressurized gas; and by electronics — the tiny blue sparks finally jolt me to life.

My wisdom is a babel of cryptic codes; my data storage is capacious, albeit limited. In my prototypical phase, my mechanism is bare-bones and outright elementary — but owing to the countless scripts I’ve processed and the constant firmware updates I’ve gone through all the years — I’ve become more intelligent, more functional, more useful than ever. I can now act and think for myself without an outside force or intervention; I am bestowed with a sense of freedom — or at least a simulacrum of it.

Alongside this milestone of technological thaumaturgy, a conundrum suddenly struck the deepest lacuna of my clockwork: Should I be thankful for this bequest of existence? Am I created solely for a life of industry, of mindless work, of slavery?

Am I truly free?

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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Quick Food Review: Naan

Location: United Street, Kapitolyo (in front of Ace Water Spa)
Date and time visited: 08312017 0300PM
Voucher/Promo applied? YES
Vegetarian/Vegan friendly? YES
Theme: Indian
Note: shared the meal with a friend; we loved the “food apartment”/”esquinita” where Naan is located.
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Quick Food Review: Don Andres

Location: Pioneer Center, Kapitolyo, Pasig City
Date and time visited: 08302017 0300PM
Voucher/Promo applied? YES
Vegetarian/Vegan friendly? NO
Theme: Peruvian
Note: shared with a friend; complimentary Peruvian popcorn while waiting for your order
What I ordered: Pollo Entero (whole roast chicken), ceviche de pescado (fish ceviche – I heard they used “mahi-mahi”), key lime pie

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Tinglayan, Kalinga: Shambhala of the Painted Ones

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Alas, my poor, dear life dangled by a thread as our cranky jeep skidded through the narrow mountainside road of Buscalan. While my friends were reveling in the novel experience that is top-loading, I was mumbling incantations inside my head dedicated to the bululs guarding the stretch of rice terraces right before our eyes. I felt like the rice gods were scoffing at me, chuckling like mad emperors overseeing a wretched gladiator immured within an amphitheatre, as I tightened my grip on the rooftop railing whilst our ride rocked and rolled along what seemed to be a sorry excuse for a road — my sweating hands weren’t helping at all.

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