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The many identities of Stanley Tucci.

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French artist Mademoiselle Maurice who creates stunning geometric figures on urban surfaces using rainbows of folded origami figures. via

I really pity farmers. You know why? Because they put too much effort into some things that we just digest in a matter of seconds, not knowing that it took them four to five months of starvation, sweat and toil to actually pack them up and send them on trucks to deliver them to markets in the eerie morning hours. Talk about life.

I’ve been coming to and fro to the farmlands now. My family went there to till the soil and look at the place. Not to mention hiking the hill every now and then. I personally, hate the hilly part of the property my dad inherited from their (living) father, but since my mother loves it so much, I didn’t tell them what I really feel. But my feelings for the hilly part seems bipolar, so I love staring into the little houses and some corn fields and untouched land below us. I love to listen to the chirping birds and the mooing of cows. So yeah, it’s more of a love relationship then. Feeling the wind on my face and the sweat trickling from my brow, plus the smell of cut grass and the scene down below… the realization of having to wash my slippers after I arrive home is irrelevant.

If all else fails, I’m gonna build a home up there. I’ll rot and die happy then.

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I PITY MYSELF FOR BEING SUCH A LOSER

My ACTUAL Life in Ruins

1. I don’t have money
2. I don’t have a life
3. I am getting fatter and fatter each day
4. My injured knee’s been acting up lately
5. I have a lot of pimples now
6. I am not happy
7. I am disturbed
8. I don’t want to see my family
9. Despite of having friends, I kind of closed up on them now
10. I don’t have anybody to talk to, who wants to talk to me? Nobody.
11. I don’t know what’s really bugging me
12. I am frustrated. I don’t know what the real cause is.
13. I am dying
14. I am going to college soon
15. I don’t know what to do
16. I want to work
17. I want to go on a trip all by myself
18. I am having weird angst and feelings lately
19. I want to break some bitches’s necks
20. I want a lot of things that I couldn’t get and it’s killing me

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This is so stupid. I don’t like seeing other men being enslaved by another man. Of course, if the latter is a sorry excuse of a man. I don’t like my father right now. It’s not that I don’t love him. It’s just I hate the idea that he keeps on being pawned to my uncle, my uncle’s friends and their stupidity. My father is rich, smart, respectable, hard working and is one of the most humble souls I’ve ever encountered in my whole frigid life.

I just don’t like him spending his money blindly because of peer pressure. I mean come on, if my uncle was not related to us in any sense, I wouldn’t want my father near him- ever. It just sucks that he keeps on giving away his money to some people who buy the most impractical things or use money on drugs, drinks and women. Don’t judge me right now. I’ve seen what they can do. 

My uncle tricked my dad into buying one of those ten thousand peso mountain bikes. He told my dad it’s nice to ride them. My dad took it out only once. We never got to use it. It’s my uncle’s now. I know how cunning of a jerk he can be. I know and it frustrates me that my father is letting himself tricked because he can’t say no. God damn it. He gave an envelope of cash to one of my uncle’s friends. I don’t trust any of them. They’re good for nothing drunkards and my father is being influenced by them and I just can’t stand the fact that I couldn’t even talk to him about my college expenses because he dismisses me and chooses their needs over mine. It’s bullshit. He even questions me where his money goes. It’s bitching me right now. I mean, did he ever asked them; hey pal, where would you invest my money in?

And I know borrowing is not the same as giving away. Just bullshit. Fuck.

I know I’ve been saying loads of crap about my mother, my sisters and now, my father here in this blog, but I’m so frustrated that I don’t know what to do anymore except write. I want to die. Seriously.

My father always trusts me with his money and opens up to me. He always asks for my opinions about things.  Now, he doesn’t. He believes that I’m a good for nothing, money hungry, lazy daughter.

He wouldn’t even give me money to spend on a new system unit, a new laptop-for himself or the hard drive that I’ve been wanting to have for almost half a year. But no. He wouldn’t. He told me that he’d have to ask my mother about giving me something. I think I deserve some shit, after all, I’m his daughter. And I can’t stand it that he can easily give away a lot of money to some stranger my uncle only knows. It’s really, really frustrating.

It’s annoying the soul out of me. Oh Fuck.

And I dreamed about my dead uncle, walking out of his coffin and strangling me. 

My life is full of shit.

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Medic with the 1st Infantry Division (Lai Khe), James E. Callahan of Pittsfield, Mass., looks up while applying mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to a seriously wounded soldier north of Saigon in June 1967. 

I’m not sure if this submission follows the rules, but when I saw this photo, I couldn’t get over how handsome he was! I knew it had to be submitted here (: 

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James (Jim) Zwerg was an activist during the American Civil Rights movement, He became involved in the movement after rooming with a black student at Beloit College in Wisconsin and witnessing discrimination firsthand. He was one of the Freedom Riders, activists who forced integration on interstate buses during the American Civil Rights movement. The buses were ambushed in Montgomery, Alabama, and James Zwerg received the brunt of the attacks, having been the first one off the bus. He delivered a speech from his hospital room after the attacks, saying  “Segregation must be stopped. It must be broken down. Those of us on the Freedom Ride will continue…. We’re dedicated to this, we’ll take hitting, we’ll take beating. We’re willing to accept death. But we’re going to keep coming until we can ride from anywhere in the South to any place else in the South without anybody making any comments, just as American citizens.”

Also, he had a face like an angel.