Yearbook writeup. (Beware!)

Okay so it might be spoiling the surprise for some people, but here is what I came up with. I think it's tolerable - I probably won't be too ashamed of this in the future.

Text in italics are going to be left out of the writeup I'll actually be submitting, obviously. :D

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Jomel Imperio, 20, male: would rather listen than talk, can whistle quite well but has failed at learning the piano or the harmonica, is attempting to improve his handwriting, has read a lot of books and webcomics; hopes to grow a fine, thick beard for thoughtful stroking; is a proud member of the Theoretical Physics Group, loves writing on chalkboards, may someday be a physicist perhaps; enjoys poetry and (interactive) fiction, would write songs if he had any musical ability to speak of, has been an on-again off-again blogger since 2004, may someday be a writer perhaps (yet has agonized over this writeup for perhaps a good week); is a good student yet susceptible to bouts of laziness; appreciates silence, is probably an INTP (introverted, intuitive, thinking, perceiving), is prone to omphaloskepsis, has his silly moments (that only a privileged few are allowed to witness); was a premature baby, was a precocious child, is a quiet young man; has on the whole enjoyed college immensely but is somewhat eager (if a little nervous) to commence; likes run-on sentences, is aware of the multiple punctuation abuses that have been committed here, and begs your indulgence.



(Rejects: is loved by his friends, admired by his peers, and respected by his enemies; is despondent at not being a genius; has delusions of grandeur; has undergone an existential crisis during the course of writing this; likes long moonlit walks along fine sandy beaches with dogs and mothers-in-law…)


(Rejected rejects: Rejects: has yet to experience being hungover (but not from lack of trying, the lucky massive bastard); has not changed much from the high school student who wrote the following gem: “I am young but I am growing; hope I know where I am going!”; wishes he hadn’t left Ateneo; believes in God, would like to do what Jesus would do; is unequivocally confident and self-assured and happy; is crying inside; is secretly emo and wishes he had thick black plastic frames.)

Sarah's

So, first time at Sarah's. Finally, I can call myself a UP student.

First time in a long while to meet the applied physics people again; it was fun to get together with batchmates and just talk.

Four Red Horses, and I could've had more, except that I had to let the buzz and the smell wear off before going home. Eheh.

Guys, guys! Sa Baguio na ulit! Doon pwede na maglasing nang seryoso! Bwahaha.

The same old scientific eggs.

Albert Einstein to his childhood friend Paul Habicht, written in Connecticut, 5 July, 1935. The reference in the first sentence is to Habicht's ill-health.

"I heard recently that the Devil - the only one who is never without work these days - has had his claws firmly in you. He will let you go again sooner or later, as in the long period of our separation has already happened to me twice, although he seemed to have me firmly in his paws. Do you still remember when we were young, and we were working together on those nice little electrostatic machines? Do you also remember our conversation about the politics of Germany, which you were still defending during the war, while I had already got to know at first hand the consequent dangers? I weighed anchor just at the right moment from there, so that I at least didn't get to feel the claws of the clean-cut heroes in my back. I have now set up home in this curious new world and am still brooding like an old hen on the same old scientific eggs, even if the bodily warmth which one needs for brooding has rather diminished over the years. What is so nice in this country is that the people don't sit so much on top of one another and, as a result, feel more comfortable with each other. So I sit here the whole summer in a quiet bay and sail in a little sailing boat as much as I want to. And one becomes some sort of Indian in this sun."

(from The Greatest Letters Ever Written, via viim)

R.I.P.

These past few days have seen a grim return
of something I surmised had disappeared.
At least I thought I would learn more before
again I volunteered (without concern)
untreated chunks of ore, which, though sincere,
all need a master, not a paramour.

Okay, okay, the meter's not so strict.
And yes perhaps the rather rigid rhyme
(for sure a purely arbitrary pick)
just clouds all meaning, obvious or sublime.

But then again is that not just the point?
The heavens choose a blest few to anoint.

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Well that was a pointless waste of time. Fun, but pointless.

Kudos to the first person to guess what the title acronym stands for. Pretty obvious, I should say.

Guys, guys.

Um, I seem to have contracted a severe case of Facebook. *hides*

Wordle!

Here's a fun little toy: Wordle. You enter text either by pasting it in or by providing the URL to any website with an RSS feed, and it converts your input into these nifty word clouds. The image above was generated from a 4,000 word story (for the lack of a better word) of mine from long ago - which I am still quite fond of.

Plurk!

I've had a Plurk account for a while, but haven't been using it much. Any of you guys also use Plurk? It's something like Twitter, only... better? From what I hear, anyway, since I don't have personal experience with Twitter.

Visit my Plurk page!