tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12080519697369016232011-12-01T18:08:18.978+08:00The blog of the literary witty.Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.comBlogger941100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-7498935359513677292010-04-10T18:59:00.000+08:002010-04-10T18:59:37.739+08:00

It's official. I've moved to tumblr.  [ Click here to go to my debut and start following me. ] It's all your fault, Blogger. You can only blame yourself. Note to self: download cool fonts for future Photoshop use. Pepe Out, indefinitely! † Jofer

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-2076164829843199472010-04-10T15:21:00.002+08:002010-04-10T15:24:01.563+08:00

Earlier today, I was at Batan to attend a family friend's wedding. It felt unscripted, mainly because no one told anyone what they had to do. So we mostly just winged it. It was fun that way. Even though it was so freaking hot that I felt my kidney getting roasted to a yummy crisp, I had one hell of a good time laughing at myself, my cousins and some other guys for looking so lost in something

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-10680610517320843782010-04-05T20:23:00.003+08:002010-04-05T20:31:10.669+08:00

Yes. Tekken 6. I may be late but I don't really care. That thing's got me hooked and it's all my cousin's fault. Man, I really need to get a PSP. My 10 year old cousin showed me his white PSP earlier. We drove around, bought formal clothes to wear for a family friend's wedding this weekend, ate at Chowking and dropped by the cemetery to visit my grandma and late aunt before we went back home

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-21468975921683489862010-03-31T11:12:00.000+08:002010-03-31T11:12:12.463+08:00

I made a special appearance last night at my sister's graduation. Okay, it's not really special since I was bound to attend the event no matter what. The whole thing reminded me of my own high school graduation in quick flashbacks. Two of the Bulilit Boys, my posse since high school, were also there last night: Jed Fegarido and Miguel Antonio Sulangi. Both had their siblings graduating so it was

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-82690901464678592492010-03-28T16:46:00.000+08:002010-03-28T16:46:53.935+08:00

A few nights ago, Essays.ph contacted me saying that I had passed the first part of the application screening. For the second part, I was to write an applicant sample article. Either that or I travel to Makati for an interview. Since I obviously couldn't do the latter, I made do with the former and spent two days brainstorming on what to write. Finally, I finished an article of 600+ words. My

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-11527727822235490202010-03-25T20:33:00.002+08:002010-03-25T20:35:41.017+08:00

After what would seem like a one-day hiatus, I am back online tonight. As most of you might know, I had my graduation yesterday so I was out all day from 7:30 in the morning till about 10 in the evening. It was a grueling day, mostly because of the heat, but it was awesome in the end. After all, I'm a graduate now. That means I no longer am confined to universities and are actively available

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-21482871739372665922010-03-23T18:50:00.003+08:002010-03-23T19:05:10.079+08:00

After tomorrow, that is. From 8 in the morning, the Graduates' Baccalaureate Mass will start. It'll probably end a few hours before lunch time but even then, we still have time to rest since the actual commencement ceremonies begin at 3 in the afternoon. Who knows when it'll end, though. There are still a lot of crap that are supposed to transpire before we go home. Call me stingy but I care

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-77555711117221010902010-03-22T19:45:00.001+08:002010-03-22T19:47:31.186+08:00

Because I was up late last night because of the Vice Presidential Candidates' Open Forum on ABS-CBN, I woke up at lunch time today. That cut my productivity rate, especially since later the afternoon I was already scheduled to get to school to finally receive my toga and programme for my graduation this Wednesday. The heat was still being a pain in the ass, as evident by my shorter than usual

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-78865735117431388072010-03-21T19:54:00.000+08:002010-03-21T19:54:21.572+08:00

One day power outages are both a pain in the ass and a welcomed respite from the usual mechanical days. Because I'm living in an island so close to the equator, it can get really hot out here. Without my electric fans, it does get hot and more than what I'd like. These days, the heat wave is making things so unbearable that my usually short fuse gets even shorter over little things. On the

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-872753971398195562010-03-20T21:21:00.000+08:002010-03-20T21:21:30.835+08:00

Last night, I posted five (5) literary deviations on my deviantART account with varying awesomeness, though most of them are failures. They vary in titles and themes such as: Dear Greasemonkey (fiction in letter form), Why You'll Never (hatepoem), Life in Depression (non-fiction), Words (fiction) and Vampires Don't Drink Coffee (creative non-fiction). So, yeah, don't forget to check them all out

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-7910072121533753162010-03-19T20:51:00.000+08:002010-03-19T20:51:00.818+08:00

I started clearing my desktop yet again. It's not really clearing when you're just rearranging stuff into folders and subfolders but I don't really like deleting my stuff. Maybe when my laptop crashes again and needs reprogramming then maybe that could happen. It's just not me right now. I'm still trying to hold on to most of my literary stuff. Graduating is another level so things will be

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-26588938822495290302010-03-18T13:23:00.002+08:002010-03-18T13:25:14.521+08:00

My supposed one week hiatus because of my laptop's supposed death was suddenly cut short when my techman resurrected my laptop from the blue screen of death in under an hour. Looks like I'll be going back to him when my lappie dies yet again. Gramps almost gave me a heart attack last night when he became tipsy, like a fratboy in springbreak, with a side of a throbbing headache. It wasn't pretty

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-44367974584316163822010-03-13T18:55:00.000+08:002010-03-13T18:55:16.395+08:00

My laptop is once again out of commission. Depending on how fast and extravagant I can pay the technician man, I might get it back after this whole week. That goes without saying that I'm pretty cheap right now. To the New Dentists, sorry for a lackluster first week. I might not be as online as Cholo wants me to be so I'll just wait out Ms. Wang's austerity. Wang. Wang. Wang. Cool surname.

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-16750032212723344592010-03-12T19:54:00.001+08:002010-03-12T19:55:00.262+08:00

I was surfing the web earlier when I came upon this certain scene from HBO's True Blood, inspired by Charlaine Harris' Sookie Stackhouse Novels, which exemplies what basically makes horror horrific: Anna Paquin Nude True Blood Season 2 - The best video clips are here If you're a true blue horror buff like myself then you'd notice that most, if not all, horror stories usually have sex,

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-3196959690055041472010-03-10T19:08:00.001+08:002010-03-10T19:09:57.043+08:00

So I still get easily distracted from my novel aspirations. Right now, I'm stuck on a rut because writing through a character's point of view isn't that easy, especially if a character is nowhere near who you are. Now, I'm thinking maybe I can get some much needed inspiration through anime. Unfortunately, the last anime I saw was Gintama, not to mention the immortal Naruto Shippuden, on ABS-CBN.

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-64968786665666730002010-03-08T20:10:00.000+08:002010-03-08T20:10:26.197+08:00

Last week, ACC Literati - the English Majors Society - had its first-ever general assembly. As the outgoing President of the org, I still had to precide over the election of next school year's set of officers. I had no doubts about Jonah taking over and the election being more of an appointing than a voting process but I didn't actually expect to see more young and new faces joining the gen ass.

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I hate days when I get a lot of ideas for stuff to write about but of course I can't because I always have previous engagements to work on. Like this day, for example. I just got a headache from thinking about writing two unrelated fan fictions, three sugarcoated horror stories and even a short but totally nonsensical series skit with me as Pepe and Mayee Barredo as Yeeyee. It's supposed to be a

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-48201107489082181892010-03-01T20:31:00.000+08:002010-03-01T20:31:40.866+08:00

A few years back, I’d scoff at those unfortunate souls who can do nothing but repeat college all over again. Little did I know, it wasn’t a simple equation. There were underlying factors that contributed to the mindset. For 10 years, we’re contented with following routine because it’s concrete and safe. We’re secured in a way that we know what we’re doing. It’s for our future and nothing is

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-91371267686262106482010-02-23T20:23:00.001+08:002010-02-23T20:25:53.349+08:00

On April this year, an old friend will be meeting up with me and, finally, just me. That means the two of us will spend a day alone. It might not sound newsworthy for anyone else but for me, it's going to be epic! That goes without saying that this old friend and I have a long history together. I'm not going to elaborate on that so you can keep on guessing on who will it be. She's an amazing

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-44965181196589550912010-02-22T22:02:00.000+08:002010-02-22T22:02:01.033+08:00

Let's face it, I can't sell anything at this age. As much as I'd like to be a successful published author by next week, that can never happen. So, given that I have a choice between an early cash flow or expensive books to study, I'd choose the money. It's not the end of my writing career (lol?). It's far from it. It's just a sizable insurance because I know, for a fact, that a writer's life

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-51308301498465835812010-02-21T20:48:00.001+08:002010-02-21T20:49:52.087+08:00

Life in Love by Robert Browning delights the heart in numerous ways, elaborating on that should take some time not available with me. Enjoy! Life in Love by Robert Browning (1812-1889) Escape me? Never--- Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, Me the loving and you the loth While the one eludes, must the other pursue. My life is a fault at last,

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-13726564206484540492010-02-20T21:08:00.000+08:002010-02-20T21:08:24.485+08:00

The legendary William Shakespeare indulges us tonight with his O Mistress Mine. Enjoy! O Mistress Mine   by William Shakespeare O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; Present

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-31566571495475435372010-02-19T18:20:00.002+08:002010-02-19T18:26:28.769+08:00

A classic by William Butler Yeats, The Indian To His Love is an enjoyable selection from his vast library of poetry. Enjoy! The Indian To His Love  from Crossways  by William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) The island dreams under the dawn And great boughs drop tranquility; The peahens dance on a smooth lawn, A parrot sways upon a tree, Raging at his own image in the enameled sea.

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-82269018449994863572010-02-18T18:33:00.000+08:002010-02-18T18:33:50.778+08:00

A new writer and a new piece - both true for me - for tonight. Aphra Behn amazes us with his Love Arm'd. Enjoy! Love Arm'd by Aphra Behn (1640?-1689) Love in Fantastique Triumph satt, Whilst bleeding Hearts around him flow'd, For whom Fresh pains he did create, And strange Tryanic power he show'd; From thy Bright Eyes he took his fire, Which round about

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-71104482053858627252010-02-17T20:57:00.000+08:002010-02-17T20:57:44.345+08:00

One of my most favorite writers, Edgar Allan Poe, indulges us with one of his most memorable pieces: To One in Paradise. Enjoy!  To One in Paradise (1834) by Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) Thou wast all that to me, love,     For which my soul did pine — A green isle in the sea, love,     A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,     And all the flowers were mine.

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-13736607964173217092010-02-16T20:31:00.000+08:002010-02-16T20:31:11.835+08:00

Shelley's Love's Philosophy explores the very essence of the emotion with such imagery that depicts how genius the piece and the writer is. Enjoy! Love's Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1803-1822) The fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean; The winds of heaven mix forever, With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-74352112730973583202010-02-15T20:30:00.000+08:002010-02-15T20:30:10.748+08:00

While I continue to be plagued by a personal crossroad that seems to stem from the prospect of finally graduating from college, I'll offer several poetry for the succeeding days to quench the Lit Wit's soul. So enjoy this first selection, fresh out of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's muse. The House of CloudsElizabeth Barrett Browning(1806-1861) I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-91100752457874779192010-02-14T22:08:00.000+08:002010-02-14T22:08:09.572+08:00

When I think of literature on Valentines Day, the poetry of Robert and Elizabeth Barrett Browning, as one of the most romantic literary couple during the Victorian period, comes to mind. Robert wrote to her, after reading her poetry for the first time, "I love your verses with all my mind, dear Miss Barrett--I do, as I say, love these verses with all my heart." With the first brush of the

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-1411781718025891972010-02-13T15:28:00.000+08:002010-02-13T15:28:42.334+08:00

As I was trying to busy myself with literature on a much needed and well deserved weekends break, I recalled having recently brushed up on classic literature and contemplating on whether the genre can be generally defined. Of course, different people from different reads with different experiences will debate on what makes literature a classic. You can even find yourself confused depending on

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-43222736358406764272010-02-12T21:36:00.000+08:002010-02-12T21:36:21.093+08:00

Earlier today at around 2pm, ACC Stageville, Aklan Catholic College's theatre organization, presented its latest serving of theatre culture delight: its very own presentation of the hit Argentine musical, EVITA. EVITA revolves around the life of Argentine political leader Eva Peron, the second wife of Argentinian President Juan Peron. Andrew Lloyd Webber scored its music while Tim Rice wrote

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-4246293837370619552010-02-11T22:14:00.000+08:002010-02-11T22:14:39.745+08:00

Time can be both an ally and an opponent for the writer. An ally because it helps the writer mature with his genre and an opponent because there is never enough of it to go around, especially when the writer needs a lot of it during the piece-development period (authors spend months to years for their novels, poets spend hours to days). Recently, time has not been on my side. But then again,

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-22392129197482385102010-02-10T23:12:00.000+08:002010-02-10T23:12:51.439+08:00

Last night, before I went to bed, I stayed up for a few more hours to finish drafting a poem collection for tomorrow's Valentine event. I asked a few of my writer friends to contribute 1-2 of their best lovey-dovey poems so I can include them in my collection. Of course, credit will always be given. Earlier today, I ran around town looking for a decent self-publishing deal. I had finished the

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-89714208636467975312010-02-09T20:33:00.001+08:002010-02-09T20:34:57.448+08:00

Do you know The Catcher in the Rye? You undoubtedly should. Otherwise, you'll miss one-half of your life. The Catcher in the Rye was written by J.D. Salinger, one of the greatest American authors of the 20th century, and was published in 1952. Salinger never published another novel in his lifetime. Nine Stories, a short story collection, followed the next year. Franny and Zooey (1961), and a

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-71679973910302653432010-02-08T17:25:00.000+08:002010-02-08T17:25:21.038+08:00

Poetry, Series One courtesy of About.com: Classic Literature Edited by two of her friends: MABEL LOOMIS TODD & T.W. HIGGINSON by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) I. LIFE X. IN A LIBRARY. A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take, And warming in our own, A passage back, or two, to make To times

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-13891178727518620032010-02-08T10:39:00.000+08:002010-02-08T10:39:45.268+08:00

I just read earlier on Esther's Classic Literature Blog, maintained by About.com and written by Esther Lombardi, that February is Library Lovers' Month. This is my first time hearing that. I've never associated my birth month with libraries. Although, I can faintly remember spending a few birthdays with books, some days even spent on a library. But that was all when I was still a little child,

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-15495332136294716532010-02-07T22:16:00.000+08:002010-02-07T22:16:57.769+08:00

MY EDITORIAL EXERCISE OUTPUT (contributed for the whole team, impressed the guest speaker :p) As the country enters a new season of summer, we'll be expecting less water and more salt for all our troubles. The heat is bound to intensify with the El Nino looming just around the corner. The sudden surge of a powerful dry spell, compared to last year's show, will threaten the power grids all over.

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-9211974369672473412010-02-07T22:00:00.000+08:002010-02-07T22:00:22.466+08:00

  Some time ago, whenever I blog about an event that spans more than a day, I make sure to write a lengthy entry for each day to pay respect to the activities I've gone through and the lessons learned. This time, since I just got back home and I'm feeling too lazy to waste words that can never really express how much gratitude I feel for the event, I'm going to write a short summary up. Let's

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-40803260860552915952010-02-06T01:08:00.000+08:002010-02-06T01:08:40.170+08:00

My third intended blog post for this night (2/5/10) - actually it's already 12:19 AM so it should be the next day - is not going to be that positive. Depression, I shall say this again, is sure worse than writer's block. Sometimes, even if we try our best, we can never assume that we are the best. Even if you work your hardest, the final product won't always give justice to the volume of sweat,

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-62819979222507974782010-02-06T01:04:00.000+08:002010-02-06T01:04:10.761+08:00

I am writing this as I feel empty and lonely, not because of the event or the company (trust me, both are pretty much okay and I can frankly say my level of indifference is at its high) but because I somehow ended up wrestling with the notion of certain possibilities and a multitude of bitter defeats. Moving on, Khalleen slept over the night before we were scheduled to leave. The Preparatory

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-42439759773613014772010-02-06T00:56:00.001+08:002010-02-06T00:58:02.408+08:00

The hardest part about being a writer is the curse of lonliness that comes naturally to a profession that waits years before it bears any fruit, if any at all. Writing, I think, qualifies as a measure of the writer's faith in his skills, in himself and in everything else in general. There's a lingering uncertainty as to whether we make it to the end or not, the latter most often achieved because

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-42050461492865934712010-02-04T20:51:00.001+08:002010-02-04T20:55:26.245+08:00

Yes. Pretty self-explanatory, isn't it? At least, Sir June, our Aklan Collegian adviser, told me there will be wi-fi. That means I can log in during the seminar proper. Not a bad idea... Not ethical but certainly not bad. Anyways, here's an impromptu entry in a seatwork journal we were forced to write on a Creative Writing class (I want my money back):   Woke up at around 4am so that means

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-53640940825384485622010-02-03T18:50:00.000+08:002010-02-03T18:50:57.601+08:00

Yeah... Imma make this short and sweet.  TO EVERYONE WHO GREETED ME ON MY BIRTHDAY: Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart. Cheers to another year, God bless and let's all keep in touch until the very end okay? Hope you continue to be a part of my story. -Jofer --- PEOPLE WHO GREETED ME ON MY BDAY: -Jessa Carillo -RC Vagilidad -Iola Refendor -Chastity Apolinario -Rikka Formaran -Franz

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-90969249298333734712010-02-01T19:29:00.001+08:002010-02-01T19:33:57.339+08:00

I know I can't. I definitely can't. I'm going to Boracay during the weekends to: a.) attend the final editing of this semester's Aklan Collegian issue; b.) attend a campus journalism seminar for my Finals grade in my Mass Communications and Campus Journalism class. Because I have two events to tend to, I'll "need excellent bilocating skills", as Mr. June Mijares puts it. Aside from that, I'll

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-31286964153056815392010-01-31T23:35:00.001+08:002010-01-31T23:36:52.660+08:00

Because the NBA is where magic happens, I have three favorite teams. Of course, my most favorite is obvious: Detroit Pistons. The other two are the San Antonio Spurs, my first love before Ben Wallace decided to wow me by stealing an alley-oop attempt, and Boston Celtics, because the Garnett-Pierce connection just can't be beat. A few days ago, I downloaded the FreeStyle Street Basketball

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-35909929277706931522010-01-30T21:17:00.000+08:002010-01-30T21:17:22.978+08:00

So, apparently, I'm addicted to NBA Live 2009 again. Damn the BLOCK stat, which I am now obsessed with and using as means to annoy the game's AI. I wrote up my own version of the Detroit Pistons, retaining only my favorite five (B. Wallace, R. Wallace, Billups, Hamilton and Prince), with the creme ala creme of NBA Blocking as per the stat trackers of ESPN. Obviously, I am a hardcore B. Wallace

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-24922579068525250932010-01-29T21:40:00.000+08:002010-01-29T21:40:38.930+08:00

I just finished my two articles (Politics vs Economics and Catholic Education) for this semester's issue of Aklan Collegian. As the Feature Editor, I still need to edit the rest of my colleagues' feature articles (only a few have been sent to me as of press time) and write nonfiction or some poems to boost my literary ego. Tomorrow, REPLIKA (the recently approved students art guild of which I

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-51247819164798590332010-01-28T21:46:00.000+08:002010-01-28T21:46:51.861+08:00

Living on your own money might be hard but it's definitely admirable and satisfying to say the least. That said, I'm really poor now. I desperately need some moolah!   After graduation, I have two options: teach or learn. I'll probably spend the remainder of my college days pondering the matter but it'll fun, for the most part. It's a really tough decision that I'll have to make. More on

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Aspiring comic book artist enters the office while Josh and Sami, a girl with glasses and a juicy figure, were trying to finish some papers up. "Good morning..." Miko greets them awkwardly. "Oh. Good morning, Mr. Miko. This is Sami," Josh turns to Sami. "What, by the agency's name, are you supposed to be again, Sami?" "I'm his personal assistant and publicist." After much bickering, with

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  "Yes, I'm gay. If it's not that obvious yet, I am, and if I deny it, it'd be lying." "But you've never told us and we're your friends, your ONLY friends!" "You've never asked." † Jofer

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Apparently, my throat won't stop annoying me. Up until God knows when, it throbs like mad, proving that there's something worse than being a lazy writer: being a lazy writer with hell on the back of his tongue. I could exploit this so I won't have to speak for the rest of the year but I don't think I can tolerate the pain that long. The fact that coughing forces the back of my head to hurt as

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Reading webcomics can sure help get ideas for a novel.  For example, Hanna Is Not a Boy's Name by Tessa Stone is one inspirational comic that you can read online. It's free too so it's really that epic. Stone describes the genius art as sugarcoated horror, something that caught my tiny brain. "Wow. Horror for the wuss... That could work for me." And then the comic's title forced me to

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I have been sick the past few days, mainly with my chest hurting each time I wake up and try to get out of bed. This day, my nose (my sinuses to be more precise) and my head throbbed like silly. I also had problems with my throat. I decided to sleep tonight in my mom's room with her and my sister. Hopefully, I'll get better tomorrow and find out that my room's trying to kill me. With that said,

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The Aklan Collegian (COPRE 2009's Best Feature Page and the official campus publication of the Aklan Catholic College, the college where I am currently getting my undergraduate English Language degree) office has been my in-campus hideout, most especially during lunch hours and when no one is around but the air-conditioner and the creepy fluorescent light. I describe the single light source of

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  I am writing another novel idea...again. I don't know when I'll get bored and drop this one. I might have not written anything for GRAY (another novel of mine) as of late but it's still on my laptop so that means there is still hope. God, I hate it when I want to write stuff and then things (like my laziness, running out of idea, getting sidetracked by pets) spoil my fun. Thankfully, I'm

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Khalleen and I were talking about random stuff earlier. Our favorite classmate (who has been a bit of a pain in the neck, since she's pretty much acting like a mountainfolk: eating without etiquette, being totally rude most of the time, talking as loud as a howlermonkey and even arrogantly telling people she's pretty when she actually reminds me of a monkey) was again yelling inside the class

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Writer's Block is just another term for laziness. Writers wrote that up because they were too ashamed to admit that that it was self-inflicted. They should have invented Writer's Rehab as well. Sometimes, no matter how much you want to write, you just can't. I badly want, need, to write. † Jofer

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Viletta Nu is freaking hot. 'Nuff said. Obviously, I'm becoming more of a fan of Code Geass than Pokemon Emerald. MechQuest is helping build that attraction and the fact that Chastity promised me copies of both Season 1 and Season 2 is hyping the whole series for my sake. I really need to write soon though.  Emerald Edge: Wasn't bored enough to play Pokemon Emerald. I played MechQuest

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Giant Robots are still cool which means that MechQuest, a flash browser game featuring huge mechas by Artix Entertainment, is as awesome as ever. With the recent update, GEARS GAMES 2009, it got me hooked yet again. I've always been a Runehawk since the get-go so it was only natural for me to get suckered into buying the level-able Runehawk GEARS Edition v1, this update's mech of the week.

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I think I might start playing Pokemon Emerald again because I'm that bored and I need something with depth to fill my short attention span self. I'll probably choose Mudkip as my starter since it's the best of the three starters and it'll pretty much make the game easier. Honestly, I'm just playing to reach a level of notoriety in-game. It's to develop a Pokemon OC that will satisfy me

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Last night, Khalleen and I went to Magsaysay Park. Magsaysay Park's the central park of Kalibo, the town where I am currently staying. I wasn't born here but we moved when I was still young and I grew up in this place. I know most of its nooks and crannies but the town's just on the verge of changing, leaving most of what I know vulnerable to evolution. I love this place because even if I've

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A relationship doesn't just exist with one person carrying the other. No. It has to be two people, both of them, carrying one another to survive until the story ends. I highly believe that it isn't probable for only one to be dominant most of the time. Dominance should be compromised and a good wife, or husband, should learn to be humble, to give way, when the situation needs her, or him, to be

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Tomorrow, I am forced to drag myself out of my library/den/office/room and join the laymen in a boisterous and unruly street parade we call the "Ati-atihan Sadsad". Sadsad is the Akeanon (my town's dialect) term for...uhh...well, basically, it describes the unruly street parade where people (some of which are drunk) loudly rock the street for the benefit of the deaf saints...at least, that's

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I just uploaded Diamond Supernova last night and it now has six favorites! For me, that's already a big deal. It's also featured in two of my writing groups: Writers-Club and quill-cafe. I'm still not finished with the 3rd scene of the first chapter of my attempted novel though so it's not that great of a week. I aim to finish it tonight but I've also got a runny nose and I feel tired so I

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I came up with a new poem earlier. It's entitled, "Diamond Supernova". I was going to use the title "Colors" or "Color Supernova" but I decided to go with the aforementioned former just as I was about to finish the whole piece. I also decided not to publish it right away, taking a cue from `Beccalicious, to avoid whacking the first draft and give enough time to develop and edit the piece. So,

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Pathology was awesome! It didn't disappoint me one bit. It had sex, violence, gore and psychology. It could be Death Note in autopsies. I like the psychological rivalry between Dr. Ted Grey (Milo Ventimiglia, Heroes) and Dr. Jack Gallo (Michael Weston, Miss This at Your Peril). On a certain level, they may have treated it as a friendly game of one-uppance but, obviously, when dead bodies are

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While trying to string together a conversation between two of my characters in my hopeful novel project, I found myself lured by the October 2009 issue of Rogue Magazine. Ever since Miguel and Paul introduced me to the publication, I've always came back with wads of paper bills for the near months of issues (September - December). I'm still confused as to when and whether they publish issues

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The hardest part about life is doubt. Even if you've done a lot of things, it wouldn't really matter afterward. You can't be sure that there will still be another day after this one. Sure, you can have faith and all that jazz but there's no denying the fact that no one can erase doubt from their world. I read once, I think it was a writer who wrote it, that a good writer never doubts himself.

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"No, mom, my girlfriend's just sleeping over. We're not going to have sex in your house. Since when have I ever dated bimbos?" I find it offensive that my own mom thinks I'm a slut. American Pie does it better, yeah. † Jofer

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last night, i didn't dream about a fantasy world with strange, dark or fantastic, creatures. instead, i dreamed about future me with future versions of my best friends staying in a single condo unit. it was future me, future euben (strange how he still was trying to be a nurse), future king (i didn't get to the part where he was supposed to tell us where he was going), future paul (who was

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What's the name of the artist who cut his own ear off and gave it to a prostitute? Van Gogh? Yeah, I like him. Well, he was a sensational artist. No, I just like that he cut his ear off. Now that was art.  † Jofer

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but i am a serious person. just recently, i learned santa claus was a lie and christmas was a capitalist's game and i cried and cried until i got bored and moved on by unwrapping the red and yellow box under the bedazzled midget tree. the tree was fake but it didn't bother me because it was just a tree and it didn't give me boxes to unwrap once every year. i seriously need a real job. i asked

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Love and life don't always mix well together, at least not every time. Sometimes, a boy must become a man and choose between the two. Will he favor love, never ending bliss, or will he choose life, the purpose of his existence? People may argue that love can be life and life can be love but there will always be instances wherein both becomes different entities, bound by their own and not of the

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I can't remember what my last "most favorited" deviation was but it's Chestnut Glow now. The prose is my first foray into horror and macabre but like what a reader had commented on its page, it reads more like a psychological study. My characters are still believable and the twist was superbly written, readers agree. Chestnut Glow has 28 comments and 8 favorites as of press time. It also has 69

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Yes, it's true. I have once again retreated to this personal blog of mine to talk about any and every thing that bothers, and will bother, me. As the description says, Writer's Block is "an aspiring author's unedited escape from the pressures of expectations, personal goals and deadlines". Why return? Well, to be honest, it was an epic debate battle between Blogger and tumblr. Blogger, since

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In case anyone will miss me, I have returned to my old sanctuary.Feel free to change your bookmarks.© Jofer Serapio† Jofer

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So I've decided to finally move back to © Jofer Serapio but not without a few personal disciplinary measures in mind.First, I have to promise myself that I won't start blogging excessively again and with that I thought of only updating this site on Saturday nights, when I have less real life work to do and more time for intellectual laziness.Second, I have to be more organized. I don't need to

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Let's be clear, I'm not a neophyte when it comes to blogging. I've been blogging since the sixth grade, actually, and it has been a fun ride. Scratch that, it is a fun ride. Notice the intended correction of the tense with the previous statements. I doubt my run will end anytime soon.I was mindlessly walking along the halls of the school earlier, got bored of my Stenography class so took the long

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While we were discussing random things off the top of our heads, Khalleen absentmindedly told me that it must be pretty difficult to be spontaneously thinking. She was referring to how I tend to always space out with varied thoughts and ideas that a regular Joe wouldn't have. She thought it was cute. I think it's just me being a writer.Before logging on here, I logged on her account and posted

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Yeah. How long has it been since I updated this place? I've been really busy with school work.First off, Khalleen and I are now officially together. We're a couple and that's really awesome... for me. I'm madly deeply in love with her and I think we'll last for decades. She might even be the one.Though there are always critics. There is a handful of naysayers who think we aren't compatible, that

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I hate Aaron Felizmenio.Unlike me, who's stuck in a writing rut because of academic time locks, he's having a blast drawing his comic strips without much effort. His determination for his art is something admirable but annoying at the same time, the latter mainly because I can't reciprocate it as much as I'd want to. I have deadlines to overcome, meetings to blindly arrange, stenography (GOD DAMN

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Yes, I know. My blog is REALLY messy. I'm a little out of free time the past few weeks so I haven't made any effort to clean it. Been trying my hardest to become more involved with the school since it's my last year and most of my friends are at the helm so free time is understandably scarce for me now. As I've said, I've recently been elected as the President of the Literati, the ACC English

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People fear what they don't understand.The first time I heard that was on Marvel's X-Men, the animated show, spoken by Professor Xavier, the most powerful telepath in the world and leader of the group of mutants. His rival and bestfriend, Magneto, also had powerful words to say on that show:The brave are always the first to die.I've always lived by the mantra, "What doesn't kill you, will only

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Yes. I won the contest. It was a hard fought battle and I'm just glad that I wrote impressively (pertaining to my standards). It's been some time since I wrote something that long and made sense.Ruta Emilia, the contest starter and my co-author, will be on hiatus from the internet for a while so I guess that gives me enough time to take a breather and write some practice drafts. If all things go

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So I decided to be more involved with academic affairs. It's my last year at the Aklan Catholic College and it's only justified for me to allot more time and effort with the institution. I'm such a retarded freak.I had my screening for the official school publication, the Aklan Collegian, but the results are still unavailable. I think I was the only 4th year applicant, which was weird and it

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Latest Literature Deviation: Set Me Free.It's supposed to be the Second Chapter of the novel, "Three Steps from Hell", that my fellow deviant, Ruta Emilia, is writing. She sponsored a contest, on deviantART, wherein the participants were required to write the said second chapter and that one's my lame attempt at an entry. Anything to practice my writing veins, I guess. I enjoyed the experience

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Never ever mess with HER teddyI just finished watching 30 Days of Night and I must say, I am pretty impressed. I was having multiple orgasms throughout the film. I simply love the plot, carried over from the graphic novel, and the atmosphere of the old movie. There were lots of blood too and the little girl vampire, featured before this paragraph, is seductively amazing. They had everything I've

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For the past two or so days, I’ve been obsessing over Pokemon… again. It started with a deviantID, a DIY digital card of sorts found mostly in deviantART to assert your identity… or something, which enables you to make yourself into a Pokemon.Then I came across two Pokemon OC Tournaments. They were both engrossing, storyline-wise, but my inability to draw anything of worth hampered my confidence.

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One more week till my classes start and the Three Steps from Hell co-author contest by Ruta officially ends.To tell you the truth, I have yet to start with my attempt at a decent contest entry. I still have to install Microsoft Office and Microsoft Encarta on our desktop computer. It's the one my sister and my dad use, though my dad and I both have our own laptops.I went to the registrar's office

Jofer Serapionoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208051969736901623.post-75100967105651505472009-06-07T20:51:00.003+08:002009-06-07T20:55:55.694+08:00

Hooray for CHED announcing that all colleges and universities are to have their classes start on June 15 instead of tomorrow! My messy Gaiman hair and goatee are saved!Earlier, I tried to clean my room and succeeded although dustbunnies are still lurking under my drawers and stuff because I wasn't able to mop the floor. I was only able to sweep it and rearrange my furniture. Off hand, I'd say it

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I have successfully avoided blogging anywhere else but here. Usually, I blog on my deviantART journal on Fridays but this week had me tired of the usual routine. Maybe it's because of the "back to school" syndrome. Just like "monday night" blues on academic years, it feels like I'm going to get the chair and I feel the need to do everything I want to do before I explode into yummy goodness. Then

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It's my sister's birthday and she hosted a party earlier, inviting most of our cousins and more of her friends, while mom and the maids did all the work preparing the food and drinks. I did nothing too since I was lazy and had work to do. Yes, that's always my excuse for not cooking, not for myself nor for anyone else.Person: *arrives late at night because of *real* work or something* Jofer, did

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Zombie Loan has been doing a good job keeping me interested with its amazing storyline and decent characters. It has been a long time since I have been this hooked on a series. I'm not entirely sure but it probably is more because of the fact that I'm still working on something that has the same story elements as the manga. A group of people go on tackling supernatural issues, meeting

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I just wasted one whole day writing a Bleach Original Character Sheet. I say wasted because I know that I could have been doing something much more useful like starting on that supernatural series I'm trying to work on. It was probably all because of that new browser game I've been playing: Soul-Arena. If you happen to get interested and create your own account, add me up as jiserapio. It's quite

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Seriously. I have no idea what I'm doing here. I have a Wordpress account, full of entries exported from an old Calliope blog mixed in with new entries from the said account, and I don't really think I need a new blog. I don't even know what I'm going to do with this one.Well, call it a whim because it probably is. I've created this account months, maybe even years, ago but I've never used it,

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