A Solitary Echo

2004-04-05T01:28:00.000+08:00

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Thank God

2004-04-03T14:51:00.000+08:00

And it hurts. Its like a stab through the heart with a knife made of cruel words. I dont like being upset or frustrated with you. In fact I downright hate it. I loathe this anger that builds up in me everytime that our conversations go down that same road again. I don’t mean to explode, I don’t mean to yell, but it seems you do this on purpose, that you push and you poke and you prod and just wait for me to hit my boiling point and it drives me mad.

And yet I love you so much.

2004-04-02T13:35:00.000+08:00

I lack sleep. I lack the rest that is required to keep a body functioning smoothly. The alarms go off invading my dreams as I struggle against the tug of consciousness. Five more minutes I tell myself, just five more. And those five turn into ten. And those ten into twenty, and that twenty into being 2 hours and ten minutes late for class. I walk like one of those b-rated horror movie zombies; desperately craving for rest instead of brains or body parts or whatever it is those zombies want. Two weeks. God help me survive that long. Bah.

2004-04-01T20:08:00.000+08:00

I cant believe Im still in school. Well, not in the Im surprised I lasted way, but in the why the hell do we still have classes? way. While everyone is frolicking about laughing and enjoying summer (did I just use the word frolic?) I slave in classes trying to figure out the proper proportions that go into two point perspective, all the while longing for that blissful release the beach will bring me.

Two more weeks. Thats all thats keeping me sane. That slowly decreasing number of Two weeks, or fourteen days, or three hundred and thirty six hours.

2004-03-26T13:06:00.000+08:00

Ah fucknuts.

As my eternally shitty luck would have it, my PS2 decided to conk out on me right before summer.
Well there go my months of lounging. (correction, month and a half because of the happy crappy benilde admin)

2004-03-25T15:27:00.000+08:00

Well I'm still alive. Glory be.

I've been mucho busy with my schoolwork and right now, I'm procrastinating. Hoooray. :P
Anyway, Now that I've got two weeks till summer, I feel I can finally relax and start updating this weekly like I rpomised myself I would. Besides, this is like my "happydaysIfeellikemakingkwentomyday" journal.

And My old boss reads it too (HI RJ!). Speaking of whom, the station closed a few wekks back leaving me with nothing to do in my free time and an intense burning from lack of gigs. Hell I havent been to a show in forever, so I told Conrad I'd go watch them at Marikina somewhere tommorow. Goodtimes.

Alvins birthday on Saturday..... at McDonalds. And to think the kid is 21 already. Ahahaha.

2004-02-06T03:14:00.000+08:00

You know what?
I'm happy. Happier than I've been in a long time. I thought about it, and realized, life has been good to me. Hell I feel like such a little brat about it.
Uber-Souped Up PC
New PS2
New (family) car.
Got my job back
Got my girlfriend back
Actually enjoying school.
Actually getting good grades.
Hell, actually going to class (ok, not this week maybe)

Not bad at all.
Yes I am shallow.

Of course evil pessimist Carlo kicks in and says "Well it can only suck from here on out"

Too which I say a big fat "Pffffffft to that"

In the midst of nicotene withdrawl I stumbled upon two rouge sticks of ye holy winston lights in my travelling vehicle (aka a CAR for you laymen *groan*). I am truly blessed.

My sister is watching American Idol. She turns 13 in two weeks. My father and I have been building a bomb shelter to prepare for this event. Heaven help us.

And I sold my soul to Carla for P2036 bucks. I wont be eating for a month...

2004-01-25T15:25:00.000+08:00

I was prepared to have a huge long rant about how much the people of Greenbelt sicken me and how disgusting it is that they whore themselves to the media, but i'm too damn lazy and thinking about it aggravates me.

Dammit Anelle, you owe me big time.

Cable Car saved me. Normally I don't enjoy going to franchise bars, but hell, One liter Beers? I felt liek Pippin in that scene from Fellowship:

"They come in pints? I'm getting one"

Wooohoooo!

2004-01-20T02:16:00.000+08:00

I don't understand why parents feel the need to harrass their brood to get off the PC/TV/kick people out of the house and get some rest etc. at around midnight when they know fully well that said offspring won't be sleeping till around 3am no matter what anyway. Silly Parental figures.

And my idiot fucking lush of an uncle that I had the indecency of having to "live" with in Staten Island is visiting. He's been here for over 24 hours, has not slept and has been drunk 80% of the time, including when he spoke to me at breakfast.

I need someone to write lyrics for me. I have an assload of riffs/tunes/songs/whatnots floating around in my mountain of notebooks and hardly any words.

Its hard to write when you're not as depressed as you once were.

And because Im a loser:

1. DREAM NICKNAME:
Your Highness

2. WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT IN LIFE?
Money. Oodles and oodles of it.

3. I USUALLY SMELL LIKE:
The breath of a dead dog.

4. WHAT MOVIE BEST DESCRIBES YOUR SEXUAL PROWESS?
Um. Monsters inc? (labo)

5. CURRENT CELLPHONE RINGTONE:
The Muppet Show theme.

6. FAVORITE STORES IN THE MALL:
The food stores.

7. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD:
Needing to pee while you search for parking i na practically full carpark.

8. FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING:
Why god do you see it fit to wake me so early?

9. MOST EMBARASSING CD IN YOUR COLLECTION:
The best of Motown. DOnt ask and I wont tell.

10. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME:
Monkey boy. I intend on torturing my offspring

11. FAVORITE BAD GUY:
STRONGBAD!

12. BY CHOICE, A TIME MACHINE WILL TAKE YOU WHEN AND WHERE?
Feudal Japan, Mongol China, Medieval England.

13. IF SOMEONE WAS MADE RULER OF THE WORLD WHO, CURRENTLY LIVING, SHOULD IT BE?
Bob Dole.

14. FAVORITE “SURVIVOR” CHARACTER EVER:
The hot blonde from the second season.

15. WHO’S COOL IN YOUR CELLPHONE ADDRESS BOOK?
Karl Roy. I rule so badly.

16. TV SHOWS THAT MAKE YOU LAUGH?
Click. Not because its entertaining but because its so bad its amusing.

17. WHAT’S BETTER THAN SEX?
Lots of sex.

18.DESCRIBE YOUR MOST ROMANTIC DATE:
Me, my date and a singing monkey.

19. PEOPLE WILL BE SURPRISED THAT I LIKE:
Skid Row. I dont know why but people are always shocked when they find out.

20. ESTIMATED NUMBER OF TIMES YOU EVER PUKED FROM ALCOHOL:
A little under 10.

21. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR CHRISTMAS?
Bush, Bin Laden and Hussein in a bra and panties match on WWE RAW.

22. WHAT’S GONNA BE YOUR WEDDING SONG?
I dunno, but I know that I want my wife to walk down the aisle to the Imperial March from Star Wars.

23. DESCRIBE YOUR TYPICAL SATURDAY NIGHT IN VIVID DETAIL:
I can't. I want to but I really can't. My memories of Saturdays aren't exactly vivid.

24. WHAT SONG ALWAYS GETS YOU IN A ROMANTIC MOOD?
Mr Burns singing "See My Vest"

2004-01-15T16:01:00.000+08:00

Hurray for no classes on Thursday.
Actually my classes aren't so bad this term. Some of my old blockmates are in my MEDIART class (haha! I knew I would catch up to you eventually!) and I don't really know anyone in my major classes (meaning I get to concentrate on my work...gasp! Responsible Carlo!) But it's a little brain damaging to be studying Director and Flash at the same time. Damndamndamn.

Woke up yesterday to a text of "Good Morning Baby". Thinking it was Rica I grinned and was about to text back until I realized it was from Jal. The moron. Anyway it turns out he had a gig over in the Quadrangle. Hurray for Sugarfree. Sugarfree overload yesterday, if it wasnt on the radio it was in my face. I've been singing Burnout nonstop. Damn you Jal.

I'm actually quite hungover. Damn my pussy tolerance all of a sudden.
Monty's birthday yesterday so I trooped over to Rock2Metal for the big ol' shebang with 18 bands. Too bad most of them stunk. I saw the worst "punk" band ever and I couldn't figure out if they sucked more or less than Indiemo. Now correct me if i'm wrong, but Im pretty damn sure you tend to sound better if you actually TUNE your guitar before playing. Stupid kids. Actually, I'm really getting tired of stupid kids nowadays. Jorge's prod. last Friday at RRC was full of them, all running around while being annoying and tryign to act all cool because they dress like they came out of a Simple Plan video. Stupid fucking annoying children. Why can't they just be themselves instead of what MTV tells them to be. Stupid fucking anoying children.

Yes I am an elitist snob. But so what?

There's a hypnotist in RRC tonight. Sounds like fun. Friday Cynthia A. at Sanctum and Saturday Drink&Drive. Funfilled weekend I believe.

2004-01-08T03:45:00.000+08:00

Wow, I haven't updated in forever. In honor of the new year, I resolve to update this blog on a regular basis! Suuuuuure.

My list of resolutions also includes:
- Cut down on smoking (riiiiight)
- Make honors (phweh)
- Failing that, at least get one 4.0 per term. Honest.
- Kill FPJ

So I am once more back in this pisshole country, and after being out of local affairs for two weeks I find out that our good buddy Erap has been allowed to leave for the US for medical treatment. The state of this nation is apalling. Lord knows what else has been going on in my absence.

My last few days in New York were, well, fun. Quiet and relaxing, but fun nonetheless. Well, the Catch22 show wasn't relaxing nor quiet. Punchline sucks. Sucks hardcore. And I feel so special with my stupid old over 21 band (woohoo, $5 beers. Yarrgg.)

I spent half of New Years Eve down on 59th with Rod beating up a dirty old stuffed parrot with its tail. You had to be there.

I didn't think I had time to meet up with Drew on my last day, but it turns out that my uncle and dad didn't get back fro mtheir ski trip till around 8pm that night, which means i spent about 3 hours sitting on my ass in Staten Island. Yarr. Oh, and I couldn't find a calling card to give you a buzz and let you know I hadn't died in a plane crash, but I figure this works. :P

Today was definitely one of those WTF?! days.

I girl I hooked up with and went obsessive on me is in the new FHM. Odd. She's still ugly.
I found out a kid I went to high school with was shot over the vacation. Crazy.
Nicole got in touch with me after 209798213475908237528904352 years. Wild.

And Urban Dub's Quiet Poetic is a brilliant song to make out to.

And in order to close out this oh so incredibly lame entry, I'm going to be a trendwhore and compile all those lovely (and not so lovely) moments of randomness that occured in 2003. because I have nothing better to do and I'm jetlagging.

I went wakeboarding.
Somone thought I was a daddy.
Discovered KAFE.
Lost KAFE.
Rica.
Became a bartender.
Realized that fuckers in this country don't tip bartenders.
Yelled at some soccer mom.
Lorded over Rock Radio Cafe. (pffft)
Worked as a radio DJ.
Broke a bottle over someones head.
Tried to tell people that Punk is dead.
BMF! ADMIT ONE! MUSICKRAKAN! And all those other wonderful gigs.
Founded SonicDeathMonkey Productions. Made myself a bunch of money.
Martins party = Rica :)
Met 80% of the people on my damn friends list.
Quit anti-depressants.
Made a lot of terrible mistakes.
Went back to school.
Played in a band.
Realized that our singer was a fucking dickhead.
A good friend became a bonafide rawkstarrrrr (harhar) with two NU awards to boot.
Went sober.
Gave up sobriety after a month...ish.
Slept through an earthquake.
Experienced a mutiny.
Lost faith in my country.
Mike Mahoney passed away.
Graded drama classes at my old high school.
Got my first grade of 4.0 (in History no less!)
Celebrated the closing of Pravda.
Took more photos.
Went back to New York.
Dated a girl only because she had hot legs.
Got all buddybuddy with the bands.
Missed a final exam.
Lost 3 cellhphones.
Wrote a song about a girl.
Rica.
Turned 21 and legal. Wooooo. Bah.
Muge said something intelligent. For once.
Sharon Cuneta and her posse invaded my house.
Won a beer chigging contest.
Lost a beer chugging contest...To Jinggoy. Shame.
Beat Cynthia Alexander in Pusoy Dos.
Lost my creativity.
Pulled an office space on my dial up modem and got DSL.
Became a CD pirate.
Discoverd 25 peso foot long hotdogs.
The Jek drunks.
Rica.

/End

2003-12-02T01:56:00.000+08:00

When I finally have gana to update/upload the masses of pictures clogging my digicam, my pop decides that its a good time to take it with him to Cebu. *sob* Ah heck, maybe i'll just post em on some album/art site. I've been meaning to get a Deviantart account anyway. (Yield to conformity you bastard).

Last week was way too slow for me, or hectic depending on how you looked at it. I've been out every night since last Tuesday with nothing to show for it but my lovely eyebags that probably reach my chin. Hows that for a visual? Thursday was Urban Dub (again) and Alex gave me a discount on some shirts and I got a free Lighter Press sticker. Hurray for freebies. Caught the DLSZ BoB winners Milano, who surprised me. They're actually quite good. They're stil lyoung and need some fine tuning, but the talent is there. I think I'll be booking them sometime soon. I don't remember Friday. I guess thats a good sign. According to Crystal, "if ya can't remember the night, it was probably fun." Riiiight. Saturday I decided, last minute as usual, to go over to check out the ISM Rocks the Ramp shindig. Well, actually it was more of Enzo's desicion and I had nothing better to do. Ran around Rockwell, bumped into familiar faces and had as much fun as anyone can have while possessing only 70 bucks, no cigarettes and an overwhelming desire to kill teenyboppers. Though me and Enzo did get to sing with Spongecola. Yes, we sang What It Is To Burn. Color me humiliated. That song again. To think me and Enzo were joking around about how Spongecola always ends with that song minutes before Rayfab asked Enzo to sing. Sure, I thought I was free then since Raymz asked only Enzo, but noooo, Yael has to go and drag me up there too. Yeesh. Oh shut up Carlo you had fun. Stop being such a cynic and admit it.

I finally managed to encode my classes for next term too, and for once, I don't have to adjust. Thank God, because I don't know how I would have managed to adjust if I'm going to be out of town this holiday.

Speaking of which, for the Tech Kids or anyone else who reads this thing thats based in NY, please tell me there is at least one damn decent show during my holiday. If theres no one worth watching I think my head will explode.

Back to rambling. For anyone who cares, and for my benefit because I know I will forget or lose the piece of paper I wrote this on, my lovely new scholarly arrangment for education is as follows:

MWF
1030-1130: AESTHET (Again...)
1140-1240: COSK1-R (ah shaddup)
Monday Only
1-4: MEDIART

Tuedays
9-12: DESPREL (yes yes, I'm a loser)
1-4: ANICART
6-9: DRAFTNG

I love it. No class Thursdays, early dismissals on Wednesdays and Fridays, and no class earlier than 10:30 except on Tuesday. Not bad at all.

I have a paper due tommorow. I decided my time would be better spent downloading massive amounts of pornography.

2003-11-25T02:30:00.000+08:00

2 hours of downloading songs
An hours worth of mindless idiotboxing
God knows how long on the phone/chatting

Plus

Kill Bill
Supertroopers
And an Indiana Jones Marathon.

One useless Livejournal entry

Not to mention my new toy DSL.

I have perfected the artform of procrastination. I don't even have time to play guitar anymore because I'm so busy procrastinating (say what?)

But let me shamelessly plug something:

Saturday, December 13th
SonicDeathMonkey Productions & Rock Radio Cafe presents:
PARE, ROCK BAH YAHN?!
A night of music and rowdiness and shallow little inside jokes.

Featuring:
Petrex
Death of Meaning
Sultans of Snap
Severo
Mayonnaise
Silent Sanctuary
Kjwan

Show starts at 8ish. 150 bucks or a blowjob will get you in.
/End shameless plug.

And yes, I know the name is a High Fidelity rip off, but hell, I like it. Plus it makes sense. I'm Sonic (on air), Ghoul's Death (Well he IS pasty white), and well, that leaves Tanada as our Monkey. Which everyone agrees to anyway. Please go, I figure if we can make enough money I'll a) be able to feed myself at school and b) prove to Old Farty Geezer Pervet Bottle Victim that me and Ghoul bring in a better crowd than his stupid house band, and we can DJ again (crosses fingers).

I'll update about my weekend when I'm not ~~so busy~~ procrastinating. I'll probably post pictures too. If you're lucky.

And I would like to add that Danny Elfman will always be a fucking genius. I spent the day downloading most of his music (thank you DSL). I find I tend to be a little more creative while listening to his stuff. Specifically the Edward Scissorhands soundtrack. God bless his soul.

24 days and counting...
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...

2003-11-05T20:50:00.000+08:00

While doing research on my speech about Santa Claus (yes, I'm doing a speech on Santa, you have a problem with that bub?), I stumbled across this hihgly interesting site... Actually it's downright hilarious. Best laugh I've had in quite a while. Especially there review on Finding Nemo, for which the blurb reads:

" young fish boy runs away from home after finding out his daddy is a flopping homosexual! "

Silly Christians. Hehe. It just goes to show you that God has a sense of humor. (har...corny.)

And if you're wondering how on Earth I stumbled on this site while searching for information on Santa, it was becasue of this article.

To top it off, my teacher in GEPSYCH gave out an assignment tailor-made for me:

Write 5 types of people you detest. Be as prejudice and shallow as you want. Be detailed and give reasons."

2003-11-01T15:13:00.000+08:00

I think I broke my streak of craptacular Halloweens.

So I decided that instead of party hopping in Alabang, risking encountering people I don't want to see/like and putting myself in awkward situations, I would go to RRC. Because I'm damn comfy there.

Of course people were scared shitless. I don't understand the mentality over being afraid of clowns. Sheesh. couldn't even look at me :P Yes, I was a clown.

I managed to stay sober last night too, sure, I drank, but nothing liek I did on Thursday after that stupidass drinking contest. You ever tried chugging the Big Red Horse Stallions? I didn't think so. And I was up against "MrBeerBong" Jinggoy, so I had no hope (Though I would have beaten him if it wasn't for that longass burp I had). Andto top it all off, I managed to get all of my beers without paying a cent. Hurray for good friends. :P

Anyway, It was Urban Dub round 3 for me and AlexPhatBoy couldn't seem to get over the fact that I kept coming back. Dude, your boys kick ass, of course I want more Urban Dub. Yeesh. I had a long discussion with him on Thursday concerning the differences between manila and cebu bands, and the quality of music, the drive, etc.. it all comes down to this apparently: The weather. :D Then we figured that it may have something to do with the massive amounts of hot rocker chicks in alabang helps bands get together REALLY fast, but doesn't give the bands the same drive, because in Cebu, they need to work harder to find the hotties...or something like that...you'll need to ask Phatboy to confirm....

Saw some absolutely rocking costumes last night, including this fat little siopaopudgefactory kid wearing a Buzz Lightyear costume. Hehe. Then there was the massive amounts of cross dressers. Most of them seemed to be in Assumption uniforms too...

*remembers grabbing Tomas' chest while remarking "I've always wanted to do this to an Assumpsionista..."*

As for Zach, he had the biggest gonzongas I've ever seen on man or woman (Javi included) And now that I've seen Enzo in a dress, I can see why all the women find him cute... *I kid I kid* Actually, I should give the Severo boys an award for being the most-decked-out-band. Only Pat and JR weren't there.

RJ was dressed as "Violent Playground Singer".... uh... wait, thats no costume *harhar corny*. Speaking of which, if anyone cares to see our Boss/Sir RJ Ocha get back up on stage and make an ass out of himself singing the "Starvation Army", or if you're just a fan of Violent Playground in general, drop by Rock Radio Cafe on the 22nd for a lovely Violent Playground Reunion. Hooha! *end shameless plug*

So Rj told me that Harry wasn't gonna be around so I got hosting duties. Asteeg. Not only that, but I got to introduce Urban Dub! *spoogespants* One of those moments I will always treasure... *sniff* ... Ah who am I kidding. :P Thanks to everyone who showed up: Pao,Claire,Fatima,Krisna,Chiara,Jill,Jenna,Nix, The Jek crowd, whoever else I forgot, and Ryx, thank you for supporting the station guys. I had an awesome night, thanks to you all.

Anyway, I thoroughly enjoyed my thursday/friday, so I think today will be spent working. On homework. Yes thats right. Homework. I have a lot of shit to do and I'm trying to be a responsible *pshaw* student.

2003-10-25T18:23:00.000+08:00

It's been a little while since I wrote in this thing, stupid ass internet connection *bitchbitchbitchmoanwhinebitch*

I would like to rub it in Miao's face, that last nights gig kicked ass. Why? Urban Dub kicks ass. And because I was obliterated. Belligerent. Intoxicated. Drunk. Etc.

Anyway, started the night off with the Kontrabanda thingie over in the Ampitheater at DLSU, which marks only my thrid time to cross the street into mainland La Salle (harhar, I told a funny, bleh). Enzo got me into the band room where I shamelessly ploughed through the food. The Sugarfree guys showed up for a while and me and Jal began our customary "where are the hotties" debate. Yes, we are immature like that. Sat through till the end of Sugarfree before heading over to Monix's birthday shindig at Rock2Metal.

Free entrance and free beer. I was loving it. Yes, I took full advantage and abused those free beer coupon thingies of Mows. Then I went and lost my dignity by falling flat on my ass (stupid ass chair). Yeah yeah, keep laughing. Urban Dub absolutely rocked. I havent had that much fun at a show since, well, the last Urban Dub show. :P I wasn't able to get a hold of the new album because, well I was to drunk to beg. I'll wait till Halloween, they'll be at RockRadio anyway.

I had a lovely political talk with my mother over lunch today. It went along the lines of us bitching about Fernando Poe JRs. chances of running for presidency and the idiots who are backing him. I recall one senator even saying "It doesn't matter if he has no experience, he's an honest individual, he's the KING!". Shoot me now. These are the people running our country. Then they say thats its ok for him not to have ANY experience whatsover because he'll have people to help him with that... uh, then WHATS THE POINT OF RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT?! Geez. I don't believe people can be that stupid to vote for a man who didn't even finish high school, let alone has ZERO experience in politics. We really are run by a bunch of hairless monkeys. Migration here I come.

And I can't find the pants for my clown costume. Roar. May have to settle for the Mad Hatter.

2003-10-17T12:15:00.000+08:00

After much thought over what exactly to dress up as for halloween, ranging from not bothering, to cheesy, to simply outlandish, I've realized there's a common fear amongst many of my friends.

Clowns.

I'm oging to be a clown for halloween, of course Crystal, Rica and Krisna claim they won't go near me and Adrian says he'll shoot me in the leg, but I figure, it'll be worth it.

So if you're in the Alabang area on Halloween and you see a clown bouncing along Madrigal Ave with a handful of balloons, then it's probably me. :P

I don't get why people are so frightened of them anyway, sure, they can be a little creepy but seriously, have any of you guys watched "IT" lately? The movie that so scared me as a child isn't that scary once you realize Tim Curry plays Pennywise.

And if you really have a problem with clowns, check out Killer Clowns from Outerspace. If the prospect of "evil" clowns shooting popcorn guns and trapping people in giant gumballs doesn't change your view on them, nothing will.

2003-10-14T01:24:00.000+08:00

I knew there was something fishy about Lacson!

The resemblance is uncanny! It perfectly explains his behaviour!

PING IS THE GRINCH!
No wonder the Senate doesn't take him seriously. Can you believe that there are people out there who actually want him as president? He could steal Christmas!
It explains why he has so many enemies. No one wants Christmas to be stolen.

Dirty_Landlubber: im telling you
Dirty_Landlubber: the resmeblance is uncanny
carlaclavie: HOLY CRAP!!!!
carlaclavie: it's scarry!!!
Dirty_Landlubber: indeed it is
Dirty_Landlubber: do you want this man as ur president?
Dirty_Landlubber: I think not
carlaclavie: what if ping steals christmas!!!

Dirty_Landlubber: i need to share my discovery
carlaclavie: things like that must be shared with the world...
Dirty_Landlubber: indeed
Dirty_Landlubber: the world must know ping lacson is planning on stealing christmas
Dirty_Landlubber: Mike Arroyo must be warned!

Yes, me and Carla are insane.

2003-10-13T22:34:00.000+08:00

So they killed Al-Ghozi eh?
Typical. Now no one will know how he escaped. Convinient isn't it? Also I love the timing. Just a few days before Dumbass Dubya arrives. I smell a conspiracy...
*must stop being such a paranoid cynic*

And can Ping Lacson please do the country a favor and shut the fuck up? Seriously. The man is a twit.

And the madness spreads:
MrPIG247: wat u up to?
LaughterSickens: being addicted to Friendster

2003-10-12T21:31:00.000+08:00

I am pooped.
I actually got up off my lazy ass today after a filling lunch at the Shang and played some disc at Cuenca. It's been to long so it got to the point of me and Aranza crawling off eventually to find something less strenuous to do. Typical bums. The Pelayos were there and a bunch of the kids were skating, so me being the old geezer I decided to join them since its been eons since I last skated. Needless to say I sucked nuts. At least I wasn't kissing asphalt like Anton. Either way after wearing myself out on the field, I decided it would be a ~~dumb~~ good idea to drag out my skateboard when I got home. Right. 20 minutes later i'm on the sidewalk half dead and clinging onto my deck for my life. I am way out of shape. Though the ~~pain~~ exercise did feel good, so I think I'll do this again regularly *Gasp! Carlo getting healthy? Will wonders never cease?*

I was dragged to Ruins for a bit too by the family, more specifically my sister. Hurray for bootleg DVDs. I've noticed that if you really look hard in that place you can find quite a good selection in the midst of shit like Femme Fatale and SClub 7.

What I bought today:

Willard
Black Hawk Down
Better Luck Tommorow (which I've never heard of but looks promising)

And my prized purchase:

Hook. Yes, motherfucking Hook. I fucking rule. Godammit I'm so happy I found this thing.

Now all I need to find is Goonies and Nightmare Before Christmas. Booya.
I even found Das Boot there. Too bad I didn't have anymore cash to get it. I've been meaning to watch it in its entirety. I only saw parts of it when I saw it with Evan and Lincoln and it seemed pretty damn interesting. I also found American History X, and the Exorcist. Nice. I am still searching for Labrynth, Willow and Dark Crystal. Roar. The movies that were so much fun as a child are still as good as an adult. I think that was the one shining moment the Inconsiderate Bitch had, re-introducing me to those movies.

What pisses me off is all those people who think that they're the shit when it comes to movies because they thought all those artsy films were good. Sure, talk about following trends. Don't try and talk to me saying how Run Lola Run was fuckign brilliant if you didn't really pay attention and you're only following what everyone else is saying. Personally I disliked the movie. As well as Y Tu Mama Tambien. Why everyone seems to love that movie is beyond me. It's basically softporn with some cool moments thrown in (like the asides from the narrator). Yes, I grasped the message that the film was trying to say, but did you? Or were you to busy whacking off? People tend to overlook the message of the film and just say its great because everyone else does.
And I'm talking out of my ass again aren't I?

2003-10-10T01:54:00.000+08:00

Yet another Crystal moment (sorta):

calryst (4:41:20 PM): by the way crystals soooo wasted ryt now hahaha!
punkisdead247 (1:37:09 AM): Ahahahah
punkisdead247 (1:37:11 AM): wer is she?
calryst (4:42:43 PM): home i guess, she textd me "IM SOOO WASTED" hahah! thers bound to be another crystal moment in the near future
punkisdead247 (1:38:33 AM): Ahahahaha

I swear, I should write a goddamn book. That, along with my "Evanisms" from NY, and I'll make millions.

My mother is back with all sorts of lovely shit for me, including the new Rufio album and my much beloved Boondock Saints DVD, which I introduced to Rica earlier. Goddamn I love that movie. And the deleted scenes just added to it.

Spoek to Troy earlier:

LaughterSickens: i'm sick... have been... and bored, so very bored.
LaughterSickens: essentially been sittin' on my ass dying to go to class but i can't cuz my sinuses are FUCKED i'm blowin' my nose every five seconds...
MrPIG247: well
MrPIG247: be constructive with it
MrPIG247: turn ur snot into art

MrPIG247: hurray for shitty connections
LaughterSickens: yea really
LaughterSickens: i don't even notice when i get punted anymore cuz it just logs right back on
MrPIG247: lucky for you
MrPIG247: I have to beat my modem with a dead monkey to reconnect

Man I miss New York, I miss Brooklyn. I miss Pratt. Christmas kiddies, I'm (hopefully) coming home. Then Im hunting that bitch Kristen down and getting my bag of clothes... if the dumb whore hasnt sold them for crack yet. Goddamn, my Face to Face shirt, my 40oz. pants, all my lovely clothes, hell even my half trench and my I-can-get-laid-in-this black longsleeves; all of them with that inconsiderate idiot.

Bah.

2003-10-09T01:55:00.000+08:00

So I finally finished the first season of 24. Hurray. I have my life back. Now I can stop procrastinating and go back to work. Pfft. Yea right.

Due Friday is the preliminary layouts for our MRT interface terminals/ticket dispenser things. How convinient it is that the MRT website seems to have vanished preventing me from gaining access to .gif route maps and ticket prices. Wunderbar. I am so useless without the internet. To top it all off, I have to submit the outline of our COMORAL speech tommorow, and I have yet to choose a topic. I refuse to do something completely retarded like "Why weed should be legal" and I also don't want to get into something too complex like "Base nuclear physics (harhar)". Our teacher wants us to pick something that would relate to our classmates. In other words to adjust the speech to the audience. Sure, all well and good but its too bad half of my classmates are raging retards. The only topic that seems to come to mind is talking about why Mcdonalds burgers are and always will be better than Jolibee. Yes, I am hungry.

Speaking about stupid classmates, a lovely little incedent occured in GEPSYCH recently that made me question the intelligence of my classmates... well, other than their stupid dumbass snickering everytime we talk about something that remotely deals with sex.

Prof: So, who can define the S-R approach?
Idiot man-child: Miss, it's the Stimulus-Response thingie.
Prof: define thingie, I know its stimulus-response, but what does that mean?
Idiot man-child: Uh.. you know, when things respond to stimulus.
Prof: Very good.
Me: WTF?! He didn't even answer the fucking question!! WTF?! *streamofincoherentcursing*

Hay buhay.

And this conversation with Dreyfuss "I look like Mick Jagger" Clemente made me squeal like a little girl.

andre_n_clemente: dude guess what dvd i found?
Dirty_Landlubber: what?
andre_n_clemente: transformers the movie

*squeals*

The only way to truly appreciate that movie is hearing Pao singing the theme song

Dirty_Landlubber: I can just hear Aranza singing that damn song too
andre_n_clemente: "you've got the touch...youve got the power"
andre_n_clemente: hahaha
Dirty_Landlubber: Ahahahaha

My mother gets back in 7 hours. Woohoo. Pasalubong time. She got me the new Coheed album as well as 2 Mest ones and the Rufio CDs. Ayus. As well as my beloved Boondock Saints deeveedee. And something else too:

andre_n_clemente: what else you got coming?
Dirty_Landlubber: CDs
Dirty_Landlubber: shirts
Dirty_Landlubber: a 14" dildo
Dirty_Landlubber: hopefully she got me a blue on like i asked
andre_n_clemente: are you fuckin serious? hahaha
andre_n_clemente: can i see it?
Dirty_Landlubber: yea dude, im gonna use it to beat people to death
Dirty_Landlubber: like in lock stock
andre_n_clemente: hahaha

I am a sicksicksick man. And crude too.

In other news, I replaced the Zonk-Board with Tag-Board seeing as the former went all capatlist moneygrubber on me and demanded I pay them. Fucking bastards.

2003-10-08T22:07:00.000+08:00

Wonderful.
I have a project due for NATSCA11 in which I have to design the user interface and the actual device of the ticket dispensers for the MRT. I need to access the MRT website to get the maps, ticket fares and logos etc...

Guess what? In true Pinoy Government fashion, the website is down. Damn it all to hell.

[EDIT]

Hurray for useless conversations and procrastinations. :D

Dirty_Landlubber: why does he keep saying you name rica?
Dirty_Landlubber: isnt it annoying rica?
Dirty_Landlubber: he likes using your name you know rica
Ryx Nolasco: yes carlo
Ryx Nolasco: its pretty annoying carlo
Dirty_Landlubber: i think hes silly rica
Dirty_Landlubber: AHAHAHA
Ryx Nolasco: i hate it when people keep repeating your name carlo
Ryx Nolasco: ight carlo?
Dirty_Landlubber: i know rica
Dirty_Landlubber: theres really no point in it is there rica?
Ryx Nolasco: i really dont see the point carlo
Ryx Nolasco: i dont know how people can be so stupid carlo
Ryx Nolasco: then again, youre prety stupid right carlo?
Ryx Nolasco: hehehehehehehe
Dirty_Landlubber: shut up rica
Ryx Nolasco: im posting this carlo
Dirty_Landlubber: Ahahaha
Dirty_Landlubber: me too rica
Ryx Nolasco: thats cool and dandy carlo
Dirty_Landlubber: absolutely smashing rica

2003-10-01T02:11:00.000+08:00

You know it's time to give Friendster a break when you stumble across your Alma Maters current principal.

Yes folks, Blenke is on Friendster. God bless his soul.

2003-10-01T01:49:00.000+08:00

I don't care what anyone says, Ateneo won't win the finals against FEU.

What an agonzing day.
Crappy turn-out & overexposure on my negatives, trouble with the D.O, hassle with that annoying runt bitch in my COMORAL class plus a 5 over 15 on the quiz. Hay buhay. What else? Oh yeah, Castanyo dissapeared (again) so I lugged my guitar to school for nothing (again). Packshet.

Oh yeah, to top it all off, La Salle lost today. Fucking rookie jitters *excusesexcuses* With much screaming, cheering, swearing during the whole game, I managed to actually take my mind off my hassles... till we lost.
Then I figured 8 Red Horses are the same as dinner.

*drunk*

And now, another Crystal moment brought to you by me:

crystal (12:01:52 AM): oh so whats happening now, FOUR PLAY? hehehe
punkisdead247 (12:04:38 AM): uhh
punkisdead247 (12:04:43 AM): i think you mean FOREplay
punkisdead247 (12:04:50 AM): virgin
punkisdead247 (12:04:53 AM): pshaw

Of course there are many more where that came from :P I loff her so much. She's like a little naive kid that gets drunk. :P Actually, Crystal was your stereotypical college kid today. Drunk, on V's and munching on a fudge brownie all while deliriously singing along to The Beatles in between bout's of mumbling "this brownie is fucking good!"

Hehe.

2003-09-30T02:25:00.000+08:00

I don't know why I feel so down today. People tell me it's the weather, I doubt it, I love the rain.

As Jen and Skooz like to put it, maybe my depression is seasonal. *harhar* Seriously though, I always seem to feel like I'm burdened around this time of year.

Hay buhay. You really need to get your head fixed Carlo.

And the rest of your life while you're at it.

2003-09-26T20:17:00.000+08:00

Hurray to Haloscan for accepting new members. Now I actually have a decent comments thing.
*throws confetti*

And La Salle beat Ateneo
*throws more confetti*

And now I'm off to the Musickrakan gig.

2003-09-25T03:05:00.000+08:00

In response to Sasha's comment on my tagboard

sasha: sasha is jealous cuz sasha cannot purchase alcohol legally in new york city.

I would like to say a great big hearty HAHA. Not only am I legal here (who isn't?), but I'm legal over there too.
If you really want to drink, head down into my old Pratt neighbourhood. Nobody cards there. I won $10 on a bet that the bodega's on Myrtle Ave. would sell cigarettes and beer to the Pre College kids. They did.
Or you can run around some of the dive bars in the West Village.

On that note. This incident made me realize our country is falling to shit. Now, it's one thing to sell vices to a minor. Sometimes they just look older or sometimes they just don't care and figure they're old enough anyway or whatnot.

But to send an 11 year old kid with a thousand bucks to go buy cigarettes from Fuma? Not only that, but the sold it to him too. Dude, that's just fucking wrong. It appears to me people in this country just care about the money and not the people. Want more proof? Look at our politicans.

Welcome to The Philippines! Where vices are abundant and the long arm of the law has been amputated! MABUHAY!

Good christ.

2003-09-25T02:49:00.000+08:00

Why do people feel the urge to spread stupidass rumors? Seriously.

For example, lets take up the case of Friendster (yes, I'm a trendwhore).
This post was discovered on the bulletin board today by me:

Message: Friendster is sorry to inform you, but within the months of October and November, we will be shutting down Friendster for a 4 month period. For the purpose of this shut down, we ask you to save all of your important documents in .pdf format, so when Friendster is restarted, you can upload the files on our database. We are sorry for this inconvenience.

PLEASE COPY AND PASTE INTO YOUR BULLETIN.

Now, this is the fun part. Picking it apart.
Ok, first of all, define important documents on Friendster. Seriously. What the hell are you supposed to save? Other than your goddamn internet time if this thing really is shuttiung down.
Secondly, who in their right fucking minds saves documents as an ADOBE FUCKING ACROBAT FILE? Geez. The only times I've ever used those things were for college apps and video game readmes. Good god.

Hay buhay, the shit people believe in. Reminds me of those chain emails that go
"DO NOT BREAK THE CHAIN! This letter has been around since 1243 AD (yea, sure, the Pope sent out a mass email (pun intended) calling for the Crusades)

Or the ones that go:
If you don't send this the oogy boogy man will come to you in the middle of the night and rape you with a pickle! Twice! In the ass!

Please people. Get a grip.

knowing me I will be proven wrong in a day

Moving on:

There is a Porno stuck in the VHS. I don't know how it got there *glares at brother* and I would like to get it out so I can happily watch my OTHER porn. Plus I think its a little incriminating to have a Porno stuck in the tape player. Only problem is, the VHS won't turn on. As in, it be dead. Like me.

Miao: PORN
Dirty_Landlubber: yea
Dirty_Landlubber: porn
Dirty_Landlubber: u know
Dirty_Landlubber: like nekkid people
Dirty_Landlubber: doing nekkid things
Miao: LITTLE
Miao: WHY LITTLE
Dirty_Landlubber: eh?
Dirty_Landlubber: wat in holy hell are u rambling about?
Miao: you said LITTLE people
Miao: O_O
Dirty_Landlubber: when?
Dirty_Landlubber: there is no mention of little people in this convo
Dirty_Landlubber: I said NEKKID PEOPLE
Dirty_Landlubber: DOING NEKKID THINGS
Dirty_Landlubber: ie. describing porn
Dirty_Landlubber: yeeeeeeesh
Miao: oh
Miao: i read "like" as "little"
Miao: HAHAHAHAAH
Dirty_Landlubber: geeeeeeeez
Dirty_Landlubber: i now have midget porn running thru my mind
Miao: hahahahahaha
Miao: with you anything is possible
Miao: you're still a pervert

2003-09-23T22:45:00.000+08:00

Apparently I was so wasted last Wednesday I don't have any recollection of actually jamming with Castanyo. Somehow I made it from Jek to the music room and actually played bass in between bouts of passing out and falling off my stool...

I really don't remember. At least that explains when I got the cuts on my knees and how Ryans number ended up on my phone.

In other news, after jamming today my hands hurt. I should start jerking off more often to get that downstroke back.

2003-09-22T00:57:00.000+08:00

My Dad's SLR which he lent to me for FOTOGRA has once again died on me. God I hate it when that happens. Looks like I'll be borrowing out of the MMA office all term. Bah. I love my Pop's camera. Its an old Nikkon and he's got the most incredible lenses to go with it, including a wondrous fisheye that I could toy around with. And his telescopic lens is out of this world. *swoons* I only hope that they'll work with the schools lenses.

Went over to Rockwell for lunch and dropped by the bookstore there. I love that place. If it wasn't for the fact we can't browse the graphic novels or the magazines, I'd practically live there. Picked up Death: At Death's Door which I have been searching for for the longest time. Yes, I know it's not by Gaiman, but who can resist Jill Thompson drawing/writing about Death and Delirium in manga style illustrating? I really need to head over to a comic store sometime and pick up Endless Nights and 1602 by Gaiman.

After stuffing my face at Kaya *bragbragbrag* I went and picked up the Icewind Dale Collectors Set, thus completing my set of R.A Salvatores Forgotten Realms books... Well at least till next month when his new Drizzt book comes out. *sigh*

I swear, the moment my mom left for vacation the house began to fall apart. Lights don't work, water pressure dies, doors get stuck, and the kitchen is EMPTY *sob, no munchies* At least now we get to eat out more often, plus me and my sister know how to get our way when it comes to dear old Pop. He can't cook anyway so we pretty much HAVE to eat out unless we want to be living off scrambled eggs and corn beef for the next three weeks.

2003-09-20T16:02:00.000+08:00

The SpongeCola EP launch was incredible. My main gripe was that the hordes of fans took all my regular parking slots. (harhar). Congratulations to the Spongecola guys and to Rayfab and the Broken Middle Finger people for the awesome gig.

Anyway, these pictures are probably crap compared to Rayfabs, with his nifty SLR and all, but just click on the thumbnails and decide for yourself.

The Mongols

Sugarfree w/ Raimund & Mong

SpongeCola

Randomness

2003-09-20T14:38:00.000+08:00

Help me god.
Someone please save me from this torture.
This insanity.
This madness.
I can't take this pain. It's driving me to the brink of suicide.
I want to end it all, it hurts so damn much. My head is throbbing, my ears are ringing, the voices are telling me to just end it.

Because my neighbours are terribly singing their way through karaoke renditions of old 80's love ballads...
Really really loud.
Did I mention they're tone deaf?

Someone please give me a gun to kill myself with. Good god this is torture.

[Edit] Oh God they just went into a rendition of New Radical's "Someday". Loud. Terrible. BAROK
"Ohhhhhhhh esomeday weeel noh, why de sky ees bleew!"
I thought torture of this magnitude was banned by the Geneva convention.

2003-09-19T01:52:00.000+08:00

Emo much? I decided I would dick around with my cam and photoshop
Ohhh the vanity.

2003-09-18T02:45:00.000+08:00

Randomness:

punkisdead247 (12:27:38 AM): i dont remember anyhting
punkisdead247 (12:27:43 AM): one minuite im sitting in jek
punkisdead247 (12:27:48 AM): the next im waking up in ur bed
punkisdead247 (12:27:49 AM): admit it
punkisdead247 (12:27:55 AM): u druggedme up so u could butt rape me
ryx04 (12:26:31 AM): yeah...but it was so hard
ryx04 (12:26:58 AM): you got dried up shit in ur ass crack
punkisdead247 (12:29:30 AM): yea
punkisdead247 (12:29:39 AM): i was wondering why there was a dildo in my butt
punkisdead247 (12:29:47 AM): and u used too much lube
punkisdead247 (12:29:51 AM): it was all over the place
punkisdead247 (12:29:55 AM): when i sat down
punkisdead247 (12:29:59 AM): i slipped off the chair
ryx04 (12:28:08 AM): ahahahahahhahahhahaha
ryx04 (12:28:13 AM): that wasnt lube
ryx04 (12:28:18 AM): that was jp's cum
punkisdead247 (12:30:19 AM): Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
punkisdead247 (12:30:29 AM): its all slowly coming back to me
punkisdead247 (12:30:40 AM): wasnt there a goat too?
punkisdead247 (12:30:47 AM): i could have sworn i felt wool
punkisdead247 (12:30:54 AM): or was that just JPs back?
ryx04 (12:29:08 AM): nope..it was an askal lang. jologs lang kamie

Hay buhay, the stuff that happens when you try and piece together what the fuck went on.

2003-09-18T00:51:00.000+08:00

I blacked out today for 6 hours.
One minute I was in Jek.
The next I was waking up in Ricas house at 9 o'clock.

What the hell? I was supposed to take Castanyo home and watch a movie. I was supposed to go to class for chrissakes.

Stupidass XP's.

Can someone please tell me what happened during those lost 6 hours and exactly how kalat I was?
Hell, Dre's pasalubong for me magically appeared on my arm, I have cuts and bruises all over, and apparently Rica lost her phone because of me.

Happy Birthday Crystal. I'd love to say I had a great time but I don't remember. :P

2003-09-17T22:41:00.000+08:00

I hate you, you bastard.
You're uncontrollable. A lush. An addict. Weak, pointless, with no willpower.
You have no future. All you do is sit there and make an ass out of yourself. You ehurt those who love you and expect to be loved by the ones u love? Life doesnt work that way asswipe. You need to prove it to peole that you're better than appearances. You need to stop doing such stupid ass bullshit.
I hate you. I really do. You embarass me all the time. You do stupid shit to people. You ruin lives.

I hate you.
I hate you Carlo Casas.

2003-09-17T02:23:00.000+08:00

I had the most vivid dream earlier. It wasn't even anything fantastic... except for the fact that I was aware I was dreaming. Lucid dreaming has always facinated me. Moreso after I watched Waking Life (truly brilliant and if you haven't seen it you're missing out.) The ability to control ones dreams, to be able to do or become anything within the reaches of your imagination all while being aware of it is amazing.

I wasn't completely dreaming lucidly. I didn't have as much control over all of it. And what I did have control over seemed to move in slow motion. Something that I find is recurring in most of my dreams (freud says what?). It always seems that when I remeber dreaming about movement I always find myself frustrated that I'm moving so slow...

Anyway, I passed out on my bed as I got home and I felt I woke up all of a sudden to the sound of my mom stormign into my room yelling at me or some such thing.

Her: *screamyellblahblahcriticizeblahexplode*
Me: What the hell? I thought you were in Vancouver?
Her: *blinks* Ya nga no?

*poof, she dissapears*

It was then I knew I was dreaming. I lay on my bed with my head hanging upside down off the edge, and this mirror/doorway appeared in my line of sight. There was a figure standing in that doorway, and he looked somewhat like me, yet he reminded me of Death. Yes, death. Not in that evil malicious broodangstemo way, but in that calm, well presented Meet Joe Black kinda way. He ducked out of sight a moment after I saw him. Almost as a reminder that I'm only mortal and he comes for everyone at one point. I tried to follow. I raised my body above my head and floated upsidedown (in frustratingly slo-mo). Righting myself, I glided over to the mirror (for it was a mirror, only strange and almost alive) and tried to push through to the other side, conciously aware it was dangerous, I melted half into the mirror and saw darkness, then a dstorted, blurred image of my face (think the Ring pictures) and I could go no further. I turned around to find not my room, but a long cavern with two figures staggering in the dark. Not completely human nor male or female, they morphed and shifted with each movement, as I realized I could shape them. It was crazy. I could feel the texture of the walls on my hands, the smell of the cavern, the sights, the sounds, everything. It was as if I had awoken in the dreaming itself. Hell, I half expected Daniel/Dream to pop out and shoo me on my way. And some thing did just that. I don't remember what it was but I awoke to the sight of Ryx, my arms around her and her grinning like a hyena.

Ryx: What are you doing?
Me: Sorry, fell asleep. You just get here?
Ryx: You dork! You were sleepwalking!
Me: That explains why it all felt so real... wait. Why didn't you let me know you were on your way here?

*poof*

Then I really woke up.

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In other news, school has begun anew. With a craptacular schedule to boot. What the hell am I going to do during a 5 hour break on Wednesdays? FIVE FUCKING HOURS! Roar indeed. On the good side, I know at least one person in each of my classes so far so I don't feel so isolated from everyone. Plus my teachers are all rather interesting, with them either being young (IE. Only a few years older than me), or young at heart (EG: My photo prof. has a Mullet Asteeeeeg), with the only flaw being my Math prof, who just has this incredibly annoying habit of overextending the pronounciation of his "S's" at the end of words (Studenttsssssssssssssssssssssss.... Argh. Annoying.)

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My Santa wishlist for my mother-on-vacation:

CD's by:
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Coheed & Cambria
Rufio
Face to Face
Poison The Well
From Autumn To Ashes

Shirts of:
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NOFX
AFI
Taking Back SUnday

And lastly (and most importantly) my cheapshit blue hairdye + bleach that I used to use to dye my hair. Who else misses Mr. Skittles?

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Jacked from Ryx because it's too damn amusing.

HER DIARY

Saturday night I thought he was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a bar to have a drink. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment. Conversation wasn't flowing so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed but he kept quiet and absent. I asked him what was wrong he said nothing. I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said it had nothing to do with me and not to worry. On the way home I told him that I loved him, he simply smiled and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior; I don't know why he didn't say I love you, too. When we got home I felt as if I had lost him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there and watched T.V. He seemed distant and absent. Finally I decided to go to bed. About 10 minutes later he came to bed and to my surprise he responded to my caress and we made love, but I still felt that he was distracted and his thoughts were somewhere else. I decided that I could not take it anymore and to confront him with the situation, but he had fallen asleep. I started crying and cried until I too fell asleep. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.

HIS DIARY

Today the Lakers lost. At least I got laid.
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In closing:
Everyone must watch Identity. It is brilliant. It is amazing. It's like Usual Suspects meets Psycho meets The Cell (sorta). John Cusack is truly one of the most underated actors in showbiz.

2003-09-15T01:58:00.000+08:00

Friendster is CRAP.
I mean, how the fuck do you use this thing?

ROAR

This is what I get for being a slave to the trends and succumbing to everyone and their mothers telling me to sign up.
I think I'll stick to blogging, thank you very much.

Bah.

crapbitchfuckballscockassfuckcuntshitcrapfuckbitchassfuckcockassbitchfuckballs

2003-09-14T17:56:00.000+08:00

I was in powerbooks today banging my head constantly against the wall. After purchasing Stardust last week, I discovered the incredibly gorgeous illustrated version today. Drawn by Charles Vess to boot. Me = Not happy.

Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
Watched Princess Bride again with Ryx yesterday. How I have missed it. How I love it. How anyone could not enjoy it is simply... inconceivable! (harhar)

Went out afterwards to Katipunan. Dropped by KAFE for 0.6758 seconds before toodling along to Freedom Bar to go see the La Salle bands (again :P). I felt like I was back in Jek, which I made known to the completely dormed out Mai. Hannah droped by briefly for Severo's set (which lacked Zachs jumping...*boo*).
Disturbing moment of the night: Watching Monty do Pelvic thrusts to Sultans of Snap's Believe in Thee. Eww.

2003-09-13T16:04:00.000+08:00

A few things before I leave:

Just what we need, more reasons for stupid ass fucktard ravers to drop Ecstasy and basically making idiotic asses out of themselves. I hate that drug.
Scientists admit: we were wrong about 'E'

And on a better, well, not really, a more sombre note.

RIP Johnny Cash.
Gotta give the man credit for kicking so much ass in his lifetime. Hell, even popland MTV gave him award nominations (to which everyone commented "Congrats Johnny... I think.."
You will be missed.

Thanks to Tammy for the links. And I need Cher's number from you in Hungary so I can actually greet her for her Birthday, and pick on her a little bit. I miss that. :P

2003-09-13T15:53:00.000+08:00

I have this incredible feeling of Deja Vu.
Around this time last year, my dad managed to score tickets to the Ateneo-La Salle game... well, one of them at least. The thing was, I was really busy and so was he since the confirmation of tickets came at the last minute, so we couldn't go.

Guess what? This morning, my dad passingly mentions that he managed to get tickets for the game today...and here was me stressing over having to go to School and adjust for Dre.

Wunderbar.
And what is Dre getting me from the states as payment? A thundercats wristband. Tres cool, but is it really worth the hassle? Hehe.

And Greenbelt is the biggest waste of space/motherfucking Conyo land in the city.

2003-09-12T12:34:00.000+08:00

A stream of randomness has entered my head.

I was previously trapped in the world of faerie, sorry for my lack of updating.
I found a copy of Neil Gaiman's Stardust last weekend and I immersed myself in the book.

Now Im just sounding strange.

Term break is just about done and guess what? Even on vacation I've had to go to school. Fucking adjustment.

Happy birthdays to Krisna and Mr "I'm-not-a-rockstar-I'm-a-teacher-" Jal.

Always remember the day the sky came falling.

And thank you for being there for me.

2003-09-07T17:20:00.000+08:00

I just don't know what to do with myself sometimes.

I don't know what I want with myself.

I don't know what I expect from other people.

I don't know what other people expect from me

Sometimes I just wonder if it's all worth it. If feeling so lost is truly the path to happiness.

Sometimes I feel that maybe if I isolated myself, boxed myself in, turned away from the world, that maybe I would have more understanding of exactly who it is I am.

2003-09-07T09:48:00.000+08:00

Why is it I'M always the badguy? Why am I always to blame when I haven't done anything? Why am I the one who sits there calmly and takes it all, when I should be the seething mass of anger?

Why am I always being attacked when there's no reason for it? In fact, there's more of a reason to be the hostile one, but I'm not, yet for some reason, I'm still the one getting all the shit.

2003-09-06T12:45:00.000+08:00

Definately NOT a good start to my term break.

First was the lovely Fireworks incident last night which was pure madness, though for once, I wasn't the one in trouble.

Even better was my lovely run-in with a traffic cone last night.

Because Skyway officials are idiots, they close of one lane for the counterflow of rush hour traffic using those ugly orange traffic cones. Somehow the driver of the cab in front of me (IE: Raging Retard) managed to hit one of those cones, then he immediately swerved to the left. Where does that leave me? Unable to stop because of hte cars behind me, and unable to swerve because of the Retard to my left. So I run over the stupid plastic piece of shit and I think that's the end of it. But NOOOOOooooooo.

As I mosey on down EDSA, not only do I have to deal with idiot bus drivers (IE: MORONS) stopping in THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKIGN OFF RAMP then PICKING UP PASSENGERS (I declare war on buses), but I notice that my car is making funny sounds... Yea, you guessed it. Stupid piece of plastic was trapped under my car. FUCK. It took me a good period of time to get it out, with the help of a security guard and the ticket dude in the parking lot because the fucking thing was lodged in some crack on the bottom of my car. Wunderbar. And now my car smells like burnt plastic.

Then to top it all off, Rica is pissed at me.

2003-09-04T03:32:00.000+08:00

Irish really isn't too smart sometimes.
Then again, he always was our bitch during summer.

ViVaLaBlUcOoLaId: dude its Irish, whats up r u in america?
MrPIG247: nah, im in liberia
ViVaLaBlUcOoLaId: y in hell?
MrPIG247: fighting the fucking rebels and shit dude
MrPIG247: its fucking crazy down here
MrPIG247: but they gave me an M16
MrPIG247: so its cool
ViVaLaBlUcOoLaId: fuck off

Then again, I'm not too smart most of the time either.

agent fiftyone: im learning how to do the human blockhead thing
agent fiftyone:for the sideshow
MrPIG247: human blockhead?
agent fiftyone: haha
agent fiftyone: its where you stick like nails in your face
agent fiftyone:nose
MrPIG247:i was about to mention how crazy that sounds, then i remembered I have metal hanging off my face anyway

2003-09-04T00:34:00.000+08:00

I'm irritated.

I can't find a decent comments module system thingie.

2003-09-03T13:29:00.000+08:00

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