There’s something so sad about a dead man with shiny shoes and a lunch bag.
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I got this email today, about somebody who got hit by a bus crossing Ayala Avenue in Makati.
And the first thing in my head was, “What shiny shoes.”
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jblazarte's blogThe Philippines Should Go Web 2.0Submitted by jblazarte on August 16, 2006 - 8:25pm.If Iran’s president could blog, why not Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo? Attention: Pinoy BloggersSubmitted by jblazarte on July 12, 2006 - 10:41pm. English | BloggingToday we’re kicking off with what we call “Megalinks,” a 3-month-long campaign to gather the coolest blogs and list them on one single page. If you own a cool, strange, techie, funny, or sexy blog, click here to join. Why are we doing this, by the way? Because we often write about the interesting posts we find in other blogs and inject our own brand of snarkiness, but there are so many good blogs out there we don’t yet know about. We figured gathering them in one single list saves us all the hassle of sifting for them in the huge blogstack. Screwing the Penguin SuitsSubmitted by jblazarte on May 8, 2006 - 11:33am.“You see that?” I’m pointing at a group of nuns ambling down the road toward us. My buddy says, “Yeah, so what?” We’re having coffee at this small roadside café. It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon, the cafe piping in Kalapana, the girl at the next table has blinding white thighs I’m gawking at. But this “idyll” has just been destroyed by the sight of the nuns. Feeding the CatSubmitted by jblazarte on April 21, 2006 - 8:25am.Kubrick's ApesSubmitted by jblazarte on March 22, 2006 - 4:50pm. Blogging[also on The Skirmisher] The further integration of blogging into the lives of individuals is fast taking us back four million years ago, right at the heart of Stanley Kubrick’s greatest tale. The Smallest of ThingsSubmitted by jblazarte on March 19, 2006 - 3:48pm. Small things.[Also on The Skirmisher]
You can’t really believe most things you see on the surface. Take her, for example. One look at her, and something tells you what you see is just bull; that if you drill a hole through her walls, you’ll find a little girl just dying to be understood.
And usually, her beef is all about small things.
A Riddle for Kubler-RossSubmitted by jblazarte on March 16, 2006 - 5:11pm. Death.There’s something so sad about a dead man with shiny shoes and a lunch bag.
[Also on The Skirmisher] I got this email today, about somebody who got hit by a bus crossing Ayala Avenue in Makati.
And the first thing in my head was, “What shiny shoes.”
Friday Evening KitschSubmitted by jblazarte on March 15, 2006 - 12:42am. Naming your testiclesLook at yourself. How cool you’re standing there like that toothpaste TV ad. Sucking air through your teeth. Staring into the glass and wondering what you’re doing here, anyway. You’re thinking, This is how Elvis did it.
WrongnessSubmitted by jblazarte on March 8, 2006 - 8:53pm. Choosing the wrong things.[This post also appears on The Skirmisher.]
Three of the best words in the world are, “You are right.” When I find I’m the recipient of these three words, it calms me. It makes me feel good.
But sometimes, it also shames me. It gives me a strong urge to jump off a cliff and die. How can anybody enjoy feeling so right when the rest of the world seems so wrong? Destroying the BeautifulSubmitted by jblazarte on March 6, 2006 - 7:16pm. De nada.[This post also appears on The Skirmisher.] I was feeling sentimental the other night. There was Mozart’s piano sonata in the background as I worked. Then out of nowhere, a small butterfly came fluttering into the room. It circled around me as I stared. Tenderly, it landed on my shoulder.
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