Theories of a Brown Monkey
Even though I finished a degree in Philosophy in my Bachelor's, I'll still pursue it in the Graduate school and beyond because of love. I know, it's a corny reason, but love makes you corny, and loving wisdom makes me corny, so sue me.
Anywho, as the days pass and I grow older in this discipline, I realize the extent of my own stupidity. And realizing how big are these gaps, my appetite for knowledge is whetted all the more.
You see, the battle against ignorance and suffering is a life-long battle, and our only consolation, aside of course having the good life, is an ice-cold beer by the end of every week. Cheers.
Joseph Guillermo
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Photo reblogged from University of Santo Tomas with 30 notes
UST Architecture Students having a drawing class infront of Benavides Statue, taken while going to my office.:) :) P.S. The clock at the UST Main Bldg is currently being fixed.
I’m pretty sure I’ve overheard earlier two guys trying to find out a way to harness the lightning into the flux capacitor and going back to the future.
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Playing dress up.
Hello, ladies, look at your man, now back at iwriteasiwrite, now back at your man, now back at iwriteasiwrite. Sadly, he isn’t iwriteasiwrite, but if he stopped re-blogging stale memes and switched to writing his thoughts, he could Tumblr like iwriteasiwrite. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re on a boat with the man your man could Tumblr like. What’s in your hand, back at iwriteasiwrite. He has it, it’s a Mac with an entry on Philippine history you did not learn in class. Look again, the Mac is now, well, still ridiculously expensive. Anything is possible when your Tumblr like iwriteasiwrite and not a lady. iwriteasiwrite is on a swiggling office chair.
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First off, that is a Spinx not an angel, second, if one would imagine it to be an angel, the more appropriate title for it is: ‘Even angels get wet’EVEN ANGELS CRY
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Chat with 9 notes
- Radio: Oh na na, what's my name?
- Me: Rihanna.
- Radio: Oh na na, what's my name?
- Me: Uhm, Rihanna.
- Radio: Oh na na, what's my name, what's my name, what's my name?
- Me: You're lucky I'm not Chris Brown.
Photo reblogged from When Life Fucks it All, remember: Shit Happens with 23,572 notes
You have six thousand mothers?
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Link reblogged from GENKI DAMA PABLO BANILA!!!i! with 3,774 notes
im actually starting to ship 4chan and tumblr →
so much sexual tension that may or may not result in hatesex
damn, shbup
you make a bitch wanna write some fanfiction
4Chan sat at the bar stool, tapping its fingers against the counter-top with impatience. Tumblr had proposed that the two meet here, at this stylish, New York establishment, on the grounds that it was neutral territory, but 4Chan was beginning to feel distinctly out of its element. The whole place reeked of self-conscious hipster irony, and the loud sounds of Animal Collective made it nearly impossible to think. Five minutes later, Tumblr slid up to the seat next to the older website and ordered a drink, it’s sleek, minimalist form draped over the counter-top with the kind of grace most web designers could only dream of. “You’re late,” spat 4Chan, it’s voice venomous. “I know,” responded Tumblr, “but at least I’m fashionably so.” It gave the older website a cheeky smile. 4Chan grimaced. “I don’t think you understand how much I hate you,” it whispered, with as much menace as it could possibly muster, “your users are the cancer killing the internet. If it weren’t for our desire to build better public relations, we would never have been willing to discuss this truce with you.”
“Come now, Channy,” said Tumblr “we aren’t really all that different.” It paused for a moment and looked down at its shoes. Upon looking up again to meet 4Chan’s gaze, its eyes were glassy and its pupils appeared dilated. “Some of us,” breathed Tumblr “even admire your outrageous sense of humor, meme taste-making abilities, and abundance of cat macros. If anything, we’re jealous of you.” Before it could form any kind of response, 4Chan’s mouth was seized up by Tumblr’s in a passionate crushing of lips. The younger site kissed with the kind of longing born from buying into the sentiments of too many Bright Eyes songs. With horror, 4Chan found itself reciprocating, even fisting its hands in Tumblr’s hair. When the two finally broke apart, the younger site whispered, “Come on baby, let’s find a room. I wanna /b/one you all night long,” and for the first time, 4Chan found itself lacking the definition of air.
Two households, both alike in cancer-ity,
In fair Internet, where we lay our scene.
From ancient lulz break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
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On 4Chanphobia and why Tumblr is /b/’s Girlfriend
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Seriously, anyone who knows /b/ of 4Chan and Tumblr should understand that the two are basically the same with the latter without the benefit of anonymity and the former 404 on you when you’re too slow. Now, both are:
1. Meme-filled hive-minds
2. Raids other sites they deem not cool.
3. Think of themselves as cool.
4. Bully people they deem not cool.
5. Both love kittens and porn.
6. Wants to be seen living the cool life, but yeah, good luck with that.
7. Nazis.
This is why we can not have nice things, both of them feed each other’s troll stomachs, now Tumblr and /b/ please make out and stop choking me with your lovers’ quarrel, I’m trying to blog here and you’re shutting the servers down, people are flooding my dashboard with 4Chan fear, and newfags are flooding the board at /b/ with what is air and raid-plans, tsk.
Oh you kids and your silly love…
Can I get you guys anything? Some snacks? A condom? Let me know! Oh, God love ya.
Yup, rule 34 wins again.
Chat with 1 note
On getting reservations
- Me: Party of five.
- Waitress: Sir can you leave us your contact number, we're full tonight, you can go around and we'll give you a call if something opens up.
- Me: How long is the wait?
- Waitress: You'll be fourth sir.
- Sister: We're the Triplehorns.
- Waitress: *blank stare*
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Porn Industry More Responsible, Ethical Than Mainstream Businesses →
“No, seriously. Say what you want about adult entertainment. Whether you happen to be for it, against it, or indifferent, a story broke yesterday that says a lot about the business.”
I agree, in mainstream business to be fucked over is not part of the job description yet they always do that with no compensation while in the porn industry you are expected to be fucked, fucked really hard over, under, sideways and with a hotdog. The only shitty job I think one can have in the porn industry is to be a script writer.
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