Spoliarium

“Incidentally” is now officially will be the name of my “What’s up with Gab” series of blog entries. XD

Here’s where I make kwento.

This is actually my second Incidentally Entry. The first one is in my multiply. If you want to see that one, please click here.

http://lagim214.multiply.com/journal/item/139/Incidentally_

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I’m brokenhearted. Great news.

I should be sad. But I’m not. I’m not happy, either, though.

Watch me perform an amazing feat: talk to myself online, reminiscent of Bob Ong’s chats in his books.

You could imagine that these are the 2 different sides of my brain:

The left cerebral hemisphere is supposed to be the coldly logical, verbal and dominant half of the brain, while the right developed a reputation as the imaginative side, emotional, spatially aware but suppressed. Two personalities in one head, Yin and Yang, hero and villain.

Of course, that kind of asymmetry is only a myth: the brain is more complex than that. [citation] But let’s pretend that these are all the sides to it: logic and emotion
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L: So.
E: So.
L: Looks like we screwed up again.
E: We did, didn’t we?
L: What happened?
E: Waited too, long. Too scared. All that Pag-agos thing.
L: You’ve forgotten..
E: Yep, that this shit is all about risks. I’m supposed to know that.
L: But I kept you hesitant.
E: Sadly.
L: Kept you up last night.
E: Yeah.
L: And tonight too.
E: Surely.
L: What are you gonna do now?
E: I’m not sure. I’m choosing between back vs push harder.
L: Back ka na. Wala ka nang HP. It’ll just pwn you.
E: Pero. Baka.
L: Ssh. That what your closest friends are saying, too.
E: But she.
L: — She’s what? You know that it’s not supposed to be about her this time.
E: …
L: “A day, a week, and it won’t hurt anymore.”
E: I certainly hope so.
L: I know so. I’m teh logic, remember?
E: Yeah.
L: Don’t worry. You still have your music.
E: Yeah.
L: And your friends.
E: Yeah.
L: And me, of course.
E: Yeah.
L: And Melanie, the girlfriend in the incarnation of the Canon EOS 400D. She will never leave you.
E: XD
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I’ll be fine. Duh.

For the meantime, I’ll be.. Wasted.

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Don’t mind this post too much. It will prolly not make much sense to you.