Blog Transplant

For programming and monetary reasons I have decided to transfer my blog to incalculablerandomness.co.cc. Sorry for the inconvenience. See you there!

Unwind, anyone?

"Unwind? Unwind!!!" - Male members of the Mindanao Team

I was tickled funny by IR (incalculable randomness) 's Quote from the Book today:

Drink no longer water, but use a little wine for thy stomach's sake.- 1 Timothy v. 23.

Since the Mindanao Team's inception, we have followed a tradition called The Unwind, to be done after every summer camp or group activity. What's The Unwind? Well...

Unwinding consists of crashing a Team Member's place, buying the necessary "supplies", setting up a guitar for Brother Bear Ran to bang about, find a place where one can relax and safely unload one's dinner, and BAM! Get the picture?.

Oh yes, we have some very memorable Unwinding sessions... Brother Bear sharing his predigested dinner with Ate Bear's dogs, Baby Bear's umm, unwinding :), etc. I could list them all, but the bears would eat me alive (wait, you're a bear, how could you eat yourself? Ans: Oh yes, I could definitely eat myself alive :). No, I would not list them, it could get nasty :)

Yessss... I look forward to our next Unwinding session.

Job Blues, Hunger Frenzies and Neighborhood Mazes

"Remember, you are performing for an audience of one." - Mamilog, during SEP Cebu 2009 Dance Session

Day Two in my self-imposed exile. My good friend AteBear, who very kindly housed me and fed me, had put me in touch with the tutorial center she works in. I just had the exam a couple of hours ago, and I seem to have everything in order. I'm now just waiting out the time bloggin', till the result comes in.

The funny thing is, I didn't know there was a time limit. I spent about 45 minutes answering and meticulously rechecking about 15 answers, and about 15 munites blitzing through the last 10 items, courtesy of a high-catabolic-rate adrenaline rush. I didn't have any lunch before since there was no time, so I had my work-fast-to-feed frenzy mode running. And that didn't do wonders for my cognitive or social skills.

Anyway, I have been dozing off the center's very cozy couch, and after a few half-sane comments to AteBear and her friends about my mental state, they decided it's time to send good old Ran home for some much-needed chow and rest. So I went, and managed to lose myself in AteBear's maze-like neighborhood :)

Anyway, I'm still figuring out the way home, and I still have 2 minutes left on my rented PC timer. So wish me luck!

Cheers,
Ran

Tabula Rasa

"If I succeed, you all shall succeed with me, but if I fail, I fail alone." - Ian G., when in self-sacrificial mode.

Have you ever heard of the term, "Tabula Rasa"? It means blank slate in Latin. Why I bring this up, you say?

It's because I'm resetting my life right now.

For the past five years, I have been living another life. The gravity of the decisions I make never go beyond that of what time shall I eat and sleep. I had been very obedient, almost to the point of losing all initiative for the fear of doing something that may compromise the plans that others set before me. I was just a pawn, a tool to be used and discarded at will.

"I am a clone." - Rey Za Burrel, Gundam Seed Destiny

I was numb. A machine. Born as a soul with infinite potential, but shackled by a system that rejects people like me. A world full of non-people ordering me to live the dream. What dream? It was lost long ago.

I exist. Sadly, that was all.

And all that time, I was asleep, emerging only for a week a year to taste what it is to feel.

But no more. This is my life. And I will do with it as I please. I have taken my life into my own two hands, and has given it to God to shape it at His will.

To paraphrase a previous post I made on an old blog of mine:

And now I cross the point of no return…

So now I stand on the battleground, armed with only my wits, faced by a thousand strong. I take a swig from the wine-bottle, raise my middle finger in defiance to all those who oppose me, take up my sword, and charge.

Fortuna audaces iuvat.

Year 2009 is going to be the most dreadfully challenging, extremely frightening and certainly the most emotionally charged year of my life. Seriously. 2009 will be a major turning point in my life, where decisions are to be made which affect where my world-line would lead: a life where I change the world and I die, leaving my mark in the history of mankind; a life where I work, marry, have children and die, with my gene-seed being the only mark that says, "Ian Was Here"; or I die making no mark at all. The trials are going to be seemingly insurmountable, the burden, almost unbearable. Yes, now I cross the point of no return, my own personal Rubicon.

- Ian G., while posting on his old blog.

That's that.

Now I have run away a thousand miles, in search for myself. What will happen, I do not know. I have crossed another Rubicon. But for the first time in years, I am truly alive.

Well, I've already made my decision, and I'm going to see it through, whatever the consequences.

May God grant us all fair winds.

Cheers,
Ran.

First Post!

"Aaaargh... gurgle gurgle... must... resist... impulse..." - Ian G., when stricken with IPS (inane post syndrome)

Ummm. Oh. Well, enough of that. Well, anyway, welcome to incalculable randomness, where I, Mr. Ian David Garcia, aka Random, will post some of the inane things that comes out of my mind. Filtered, cut and censored, of course, for the benefit of our viewing public.

So. Well, I'm tired from my island hopping and am in dire need of a shower. I've got a million posts waiting to be 'blogged and no time to organize, compile and spell-check my thoughts. So I think I'll just start with this eentsy little post here, and let the random probability generator do the rest.

Again, welcome.

Cheers, Ran.