dahil tungkol sa sitwasyon ng bansa ang paguusapan natin ngayon mga kaibigan.. ako'y magtatagalog para asteeg tayo!
gusto ko magfeeling na may paki ako sa society natin.. kaya gagawa ako ng blog entry tungkol sa krisis na hinaharap ng mga mahihirap.. at yun ay ang kakulangan ng kanin.. or something like that
sa tingin ko eh.. di dapat tingnan as krisis yang kakulangan sa kanin eh.. baket? well.. nagaral kami ng Bio sa expert guides nung isang araw.. at pinagaralan namin ang theories of evolution.. naalala ko tuloy yung natural selection ni Charles Darwin(kaya dapat habang binabasa mo 'to eh may idea ka kung ano yun.. or pwede ka rin pumunta sa google at hanapin mo meaning nun).. pero ayun nga.. dapat.. di na talaga tinutulungan yang mga mahihirap na yan eh.. dapat tulungan nila sarili nila! ba't pa kasi sila lumipat sa manila.. eh may magandang buhay naman sa probinsya.. parang isang mahirap na studyante na mas pipiliing mag aral sa Ateneo kasi maraming maharlika dun keysa mag aral sa UP.. laking salot ang kahirapan sa pilipinas.. kaya dapat.. di na tinutulungan mga yan! dapat sinasabi ng government "gusto nyo ng kanin? punta ka kayong probinsya at matuto kayong magsaka!"
kaya sa tingin ko.. dapat maging presidente si Ping Lacson o si Trillanes.. wag na si Bayani Fernando.. ang aga mangampanya eh.. tas ginawang mala-1984(George Orwell) yung manila.. lul sya.. tas pink pa background.. pero ayos lang.. may konting femininity yung generealy masculine demeanor nya sa tarpaulins.. kaya ayun.. dapat ang government natin ngayon maging super strikto eh.. wala na kong paki kung ano mang anomalyang nangayayari sa loob ng Malacañang.. basta't mawala ang mga di kayang mabuhay ng maayos sa maynila.. walang tao tao.. kung di nila kaya.. pwes! mamatay sila sa gutom! gawan nila ng paraan ang kahirapan nila at wag umasa sa government.. tska yung crusade ni Lozada.. langya.. kelan ba sya titigil? di naman sa di ako naniniwala.. oo.. naniniwala ako na may mga anomalya sa ZTE-NBN deal.. given na yan eh.. parang 'x' sa isang algebraic expression.. where x is the amount of corruption.. korupsyon yan people.. di yan mawawala.. kahit maprove nyo man na may anomalya sa ZTE-NBN deal.. so what? mawawala na ba korupsyon sa pilipinas? tao naman kasi tayo diba?
oo, nakakainis pag nalalaman mong napupunta lang sa luho ang mga taxes na binabayaran mo.. pero.. ang mas mainam na lang gawin eh tanggapin natin yun.. Pilipinas 'to eh.. 3rd world country.. pero kung ayaw mo yun tanggapin at gagawa ka ng eksena sa mga rally.. it's your bloody choice.. pero di naman sa pinipigilan ko ang mga tao na mag rally.. dalawang presidente na ang na-overthrow ng mga rallies dito sa pilipinas.. pero yung mga ganun.. yun yung tipong lahat talaga nag-aagree on one premise.. tska may Cardinal Sin sila.. ngayon wala.. si Jun Lozada? wala.. di bilib mga ibang tao dun.. di rin naman sya religious figure.. pero that doesn't mean na it's a prerequisite na maging religious figure ka para maging instrument of change.. if we can all act as one.. then there wouldn't be a need for a leader.. at ang maganda dun.. di lang isang tao ang magte-take ng glory.. di nya masasabing "oo, ako ang dahilan kung ba't natanggal ang presidente".. lahat lahat ay makakapagsabing "kami ang dahilan kung ba't natanggal ang presidente".. pero kelangan talaga ng leader sa society natin ngayon.. ang isang utopia ay isang suntok sa alpha centuari..
ang haba pala ng blog entry na 'to 'no? gulat ako eh.. mas marami pala akong nasasabi sa tagalog keysa pag nagingles ako.. tipid salita ko pag ingles eh.. pero mas maraming nakakaintindi ng ingles.. right mga coño?
kidding aside.. siguro dapat.. ilagay 'to sa isang publication.. hahaha.. libre mangarap uy!
kaya ayun mga kaibigan.. nagulat ako sa mga pinagtatype ko.. sana wag ako patayin ng mga loyalista ni Lozada.. peace tayo mga la salle kids ha! mahal natin ang isa't isa!
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
surviving on mugs of bottomless iced tea and countless order follow ups part 1
yes... surviving a week isn't that hard.. it's just........ yeah..
it was a normal urban classroom... a room full of wooden arm chairs with varying designs, two air-conditioning units of different models, cabinets inhabited by cockroaches, a blackboard, a bunch of broken chalk sticks and students from the different parts of the metropolitan area..
my classmates were kinda okay.. and I kinda recognize their faces now.. but I have no idea what their bloody names are.. soooooo I decided to call them as:
The Happy Bunch - a group of 7(or so) extremely youthful looking kids.. they totally look like kids from grade school and they almost act like kids from grade school.. I can't believe that they're graduating students already.. and I totally don't like their humor.. or maybe it's just me growing old...
The Orange Hair Guy - he's the guy from De La Salle Greenhills.. his name is Christian Perez I think.. and he looks handsome in his 1x1 picture on his index card.. I think he's the first ever person to talk to me who isn't from my school.. I like the guy (not the "I wanna squeeze your butt" like.. but more of "if I were king of the world you'll be one of my constituents" like) he's a very sociable guy.. he already has a cult following with the ladies.. with his partner in crime:
The Native Looking Emo Haired Guy - I don't know his bloody name.. but I think he knows mine.. but yeah.. I haven't talked to him that much.. and I don't like him as much as I like The Orange Hair Guy.. but yeah if I were king.. I'd give him a position in my kingdom's army.. him and The Orange Hair Guy always brings snacks and refreshments in class.. kinda cool.. but yeah.. and there's the.........
The Orange Hair Guy's Cult Following - mainly composed of:
St. Paul White Lady - she seems like a smart girl I guess.. or I dunno.. haven't seen her cards
Navy Blue and White Striped Jacket Lady - The Orange Hair Guy befriended her on the 3rd day I think? I dunno.. but yeah.. she used to sit at the leftmost front row seat.. but now she's sitting beside St. Paul White Lady
Film Student - of all the ladies in the class, she's the most intriguing.. maybe because she's taking up Film(is that the appropriate name for the course?).. and judging from her surname I think she's gonna be a GMA director.. or something.. I dunno.. it's kinda cool to personally know of a high school student planning to go to Film School.. maybe if we become friends I might get a shot in making my first mass produced indie film.. bwahaha.. and yeah.. if I were king of the world I'd make her the Chairman of Cultural Development.. although I might not like her artistic tastes
Gomez Girl - I ran out of seemingly random names.. that's why I just used the lady's surname.. and I'm calling her Gomez Girl because she looks like.. well.. a girl.. there's a difference between a lady and a girl y'know.. but yeah.. I'm wanted to call her The Lady Who Thought That Orange Hair Guy Is Emo Because of His Quasi-Emo Hairstyle Which Actually Resembles A Korean Hairstyle.. but that'd be too long and it would be too difficult to call her if I were king of the world.. and If I were king of the world.. I'd make her take a bachelor's degree on the emo subculture and make her take MA and then a PhD to make her learn her lesson.. bwahahaha
Film Student's Lady Friend - I don't know much about the lady.. but I think she's an apprentice of Film Student.. or I dunno.. they both came from Holy Spirit.. where ever that school may be..
and if ever I missed any of The Orange Hair Guy's Cult Following members.. theeeeen.. maybe their existence or presence is too trivial..
next.. we have:
Bato Bato - I like his surname.. bato bato.. it's like a prehistoric folk rock band name.. and he's also a very plump kid.. but he looks older than The Happy Bunch.. and Allen Bren Carlos said that he's the twin of Oscar Paulo Reyes.. isn't it amazing? if I were king of the world.. I'd make him the head of The Department of Precious Stones Excavation..
Buto Buto - hahaha.. Bato bato's friend.. based on his.. erm.. gender.. I'm guessing he'll kill me if he finds out that I'm calling him buto buto.. although he isn't that slim.. his muscle mass is very scarce.. and he has a resemblance with Kyle Guerrero.. but yeah.. too bad he's happy..
Scarcity of Space Guy - haha.. his name made me laugh.. why? well.. that was his answer to the question why do saprophytes exist in the food chain... he said so there will be no scarcity of space.. his answer wasn't really funny but his voice was.. :D
Early Girl - is the very thin girl at the front row who's always the first or second to come to class... very early.. like 50 to 40 minutes before classes even start..
The Fita Girl - she's this little girl that was trying very very hard to eat Fita biscuits like a ninja during chemistry class.. maybe her dad is a ninja..
Kuya - yesssss.. the big guy who joined the class on the second day.. tall, dark and mysterious.. based on the size of his body.. I'm guessing he's an athlete or something..
and yeah.. there are still other kids that I haven't mentioned.. if they're not on this list it's either their existence is trivial or I'm too lazy to give them names... well most likely it'd be the former..
it was a normal urban classroom... a room full of wooden arm chairs with varying designs, two air-conditioning units of different models, cabinets inhabited by cockroaches, a blackboard, a bunch of broken chalk sticks and students from the different parts of the metropolitan area..
my classmates were kinda okay.. and I kinda recognize their faces now.. but I have no idea what their bloody names are.. soooooo I decided to call them as:
The Happy Bunch - a group of 7(or so) extremely youthful looking kids.. they totally look like kids from grade school and they almost act like kids from grade school.. I can't believe that they're graduating students already.. and I totally don't like their humor.. or maybe it's just me growing old...
The Orange Hair Guy - he's the guy from De La Salle Greenhills.. his name is Christian Perez I think.. and he looks handsome in his 1x1 picture on his index card.. I think he's the first ever person to talk to me who isn't from my school.. I like the guy (not the "I wanna squeeze your butt" like.. but more of "if I were king of the world you'll be one of my constituents" like) he's a very sociable guy.. he already has a cult following with the ladies.. with his partner in crime:
The Native Looking Emo Haired Guy - I don't know his bloody name.. but I think he knows mine.. but yeah.. I haven't talked to him that much.. and I don't like him as much as I like The Orange Hair Guy.. but yeah if I were king.. I'd give him a position in my kingdom's army.. him and The Orange Hair Guy always brings snacks and refreshments in class.. kinda cool.. but yeah.. and there's the.........
The Orange Hair Guy's Cult Following - mainly composed of:
St. Paul White Lady - she seems like a smart girl I guess.. or I dunno.. haven't seen her cards
Navy Blue and White Striped Jacket Lady - The Orange Hair Guy befriended her on the 3rd day I think? I dunno.. but yeah.. she used to sit at the leftmost front row seat.. but now she's sitting beside St. Paul White Lady
Film Student - of all the ladies in the class, she's the most intriguing.. maybe because she's taking up Film(is that the appropriate name for the course?).. and judging from her surname I think she's gonna be a GMA director.. or something.. I dunno.. it's kinda cool to personally know of a high school student planning to go to Film School.. maybe if we become friends I might get a shot in making my first mass produced indie film.. bwahaha.. and yeah.. if I were king of the world I'd make her the Chairman of Cultural Development.. although I might not like her artistic tastes
Gomez Girl - I ran out of seemingly random names.. that's why I just used the lady's surname.. and I'm calling her Gomez Girl because she looks like.. well.. a girl.. there's a difference between a lady and a girl y'know.. but yeah.. I'm wanted to call her The Lady Who Thought That Orange Hair Guy Is Emo Because of His Quasi-Emo Hairstyle Which Actually Resembles A Korean Hairstyle.. but that'd be too long and it would be too difficult to call her if I were king of the world.. and If I were king of the world.. I'd make her take a bachelor's degree on the emo subculture and make her take MA and then a PhD to make her learn her lesson.. bwahahaha
Film Student's Lady Friend - I don't know much about the lady.. but I think she's an apprentice of Film Student.. or I dunno.. they both came from Holy Spirit.. where ever that school may be..
and if ever I missed any of The Orange Hair Guy's Cult Following members.. theeeeen.. maybe their existence or presence is too trivial..
next.. we have:
Bato Bato - I like his surname.. bato bato.. it's like a prehistoric folk rock band name.. and he's also a very plump kid.. but he looks older than The Happy Bunch.. and Allen Bren Carlos said that he's the twin of Oscar Paulo Reyes.. isn't it amazing? if I were king of the world.. I'd make him the head of The Department of Precious Stones Excavation..
Buto Buto - hahaha.. Bato bato's friend.. based on his.. erm.. gender.. I'm guessing he'll kill me if he finds out that I'm calling him buto buto.. although he isn't that slim.. his muscle mass is very scarce.. and he has a resemblance with Kyle Guerrero.. but yeah.. too bad he's happy..
Scarcity of Space Guy - haha.. his name made me laugh.. why? well.. that was his answer to the question why do saprophytes exist in the food chain... he said so there will be no scarcity of space.. his answer wasn't really funny but his voice was.. :D
Early Girl - is the very thin girl at the front row who's always the first or second to come to class... very early.. like 50 to 40 minutes before classes even start..
The Fita Girl - she's this little girl that was trying very very hard to eat Fita biscuits like a ninja during chemistry class.. maybe her dad is a ninja..
Kuya - yesssss.. the big guy who joined the class on the second day.. tall, dark and mysterious.. based on the size of his body.. I'm guessing he's an athlete or something..
and yeah.. there are still other kids that I haven't mentioned.. if they're not on this list it's either their existence is trivial or I'm too lazy to give them names... well most likely it'd be the former..
Monday, April 07, 2008
shabu and cocaine makes me happy but that doesn't give me the right to use it
yesss... I survived the bloody day.. I just practically said thanks to those who greeted.. I guess it wasn't so bad.. I guess..
WHO THE FUCK AM I KIDDING?!
the bloody day was totally wasted by spending 9 hours in a classroom for a bloody review.. c'mon.. I can't even last a whole day in the school! or I dunno.. maybe it was the bad Sausage McMuffin with Egg I ate for breakfast.. but I totally felt that this quasi-special day was wasted with studying things that doesn't really interest me.. hell.. I'd rather study the history of Gibson guitars than study subjects that I've already learned.. but I dunno.. maybe that was the point of reviewing.. well.. it totally sucks.. I wanna go to the place where I registered and point a gun to their head and tell them "I want a bloody refund NOW!".. yeah the teachers were quite good.. especially the math guy who looked like Jett Pangan from the Dawn.. the Bio chick was... oooooookay.. she was a good teacher I guess.. if I wasn't so bloody sleepy.. c'mon.. it's like 2 in the afternoon.. who could possibly be in tip top shape at that time?! bloody hell! I'd rather take a half day session for a month.. bloody hell..
I'm happy that the day is over.. or should I? whatever.. I don't think I have anything to look forward to.. it's the same old dull afternoons with Kenneth.. the same old serotonin/dopamine lacking Kenneth.. the same old boring Kenneth.. the same old self-destructive Kenneth.. the seemingly worthless Kenneth.. WHAT THE FUCK AM I TALKING ABOUT?!
sometimes I just don't know what I'm talking about.. I just let the bloody words flow and flow and flow until it becomes a bunch of words that doesn't make any sense.. I myself get irritated when I read my works.. it's like a written manifestation of unexcreted urea and fecal matter.. I would never win any Palanca awards at this pace.. maybe I just need an inspiration.. a girlfriend perhaps? nah.. I'd be depressed with the inevitable breakup anyway.. drugs? nah.. I still want to have a driver's license.. a friend? nah.. the friends who could possible tolerate me will return to their beloved homeland eventually.. a cup of coffee? nah.. my palms smell like cigarettes after drinking a cup of coffee.. a good book? nah.. I'd be too inspired then I'll look like a bloody ripoff.. I wanna have my own flavor of writing(if ever such thing still exist in the 21st century) a bad book? nah.. I'd be too dumbfounded.. and also it's a waste of precious money.. a can of Pringles? nah.. I don't want to grow horizontally.. a good pirated album? nah.. could there be possibly another band that I might like? a good film? nah.. I've seen some of the best.. and I don't see any point in watching any more films.. unless it's better than the ones I've watched.. a massage session? nah.. I hate it when the masseurs touch my unprotected butt.. I'm totally out of ideas..
wow.. it seems like I've written a lot.. or maybe not.. but yeah.. I still have to greet pinkballer08.. I just don't want to greet her in the middle of the day because she might be getting tons of greetings and mine would probably get drowned.. I don't like greeting people happy birthdays in times where people usually greet someone..well.. I rarely remember birthdays.. I suck at remembering dates.. the only birthday that I remember is mine and my sister's and ummm.. bea's 23rd of Feb? kat(z) 25th of May? Hen's same day as mine.. the other bea's 31st of December? I'm not really sure with the dates.. but yeah.. I'm improving.. I guess.. if my memory wasn't so bad.. bloody hell..
maybe my wife would probably kill me for not remembering our wedding anniversary.. or I doubt I'd get married.. maybe I'd get too obsessed with earning money that I've forgot how to socialize.. HIGHLY UNLIKELY.. but the no marriage thing is probable..
WHO THE FUCK AM I KIDDING?!
the bloody day was totally wasted by spending 9 hours in a classroom for a bloody review.. c'mon.. I can't even last a whole day in the school! or I dunno.. maybe it was the bad Sausage McMuffin with Egg I ate for breakfast.. but I totally felt that this quasi-special day was wasted with studying things that doesn't really interest me.. hell.. I'd rather study the history of Gibson guitars than study subjects that I've already learned.. but I dunno.. maybe that was the point of reviewing.. well.. it totally sucks.. I wanna go to the place where I registered and point a gun to their head and tell them "I want a bloody refund NOW!".. yeah the teachers were quite good.. especially the math guy who looked like Jett Pangan from the Dawn.. the Bio chick was... oooooookay.. she was a good teacher I guess.. if I wasn't so bloody sleepy.. c'mon.. it's like 2 in the afternoon.. who could possibly be in tip top shape at that time?! bloody hell! I'd rather take a half day session for a month.. bloody hell..
I'm happy that the day is over.. or should I? whatever.. I don't think I have anything to look forward to.. it's the same old dull afternoons with Kenneth.. the same old serotonin/dopamine lacking Kenneth.. the same old boring Kenneth.. the same old self-destructive Kenneth.. the seemingly worthless Kenneth.. WHAT THE FUCK AM I TALKING ABOUT?!
sometimes I just don't know what I'm talking about.. I just let the bloody words flow and flow and flow until it becomes a bunch of words that doesn't make any sense.. I myself get irritated when I read my works.. it's like a written manifestation of unexcreted urea and fecal matter.. I would never win any Palanca awards at this pace.. maybe I just need an inspiration.. a girlfriend perhaps? nah.. I'd be depressed with the inevitable breakup anyway.. drugs? nah.. I still want to have a driver's license.. a friend? nah.. the friends who could possible tolerate me will return to their beloved homeland eventually.. a cup of coffee? nah.. my palms smell like cigarettes after drinking a cup of coffee.. a good book? nah.. I'd be too inspired then I'll look like a bloody ripoff.. I wanna have my own flavor of writing(if ever such thing still exist in the 21st century) a bad book? nah.. I'd be too dumbfounded.. and also it's a waste of precious money.. a can of Pringles? nah.. I don't want to grow horizontally.. a good pirated album? nah.. could there be possibly another band that I might like? a good film? nah.. I've seen some of the best.. and I don't see any point in watching any more films.. unless it's better than the ones I've watched.. a massage session? nah.. I hate it when the masseurs touch my unprotected butt.. I'm totally out of ideas..
wow.. it seems like I've written a lot.. or maybe not.. but yeah.. I still have to greet pinkballer08.. I just don't want to greet her in the middle of the day because she might be getting tons of greetings and mine would probably get drowned.. I don't like greeting people happy birthdays in times where people usually greet someone..well.. I rarely remember birthdays.. I suck at remembering dates.. the only birthday that I remember is mine and my sister's and ummm.. bea's 23rd of Feb? kat(z) 25th of May? Hen's same day as mine.. the other bea's 31st of December? I'm not really sure with the dates.. but yeah.. I'm improving.. I guess.. if my memory wasn't so bad.. bloody hell..
maybe my wife would probably kill me for not remembering our wedding anniversary.. or I doubt I'd get married.. maybe I'd get too obsessed with earning money that I've forgot how to socialize.. HIGHLY UNLIKELY.. but the no marriage thing is probable..
Sunday, April 06, 2008
oh so wrong
I blog when I'm bored... yeah... harsh reality
I'm preeeeeetty sure that I'm gonna hate what's gonna happen tomorrow... I actually don't know what I am supposed to say when people greet me... I ain't saying what's gonna happen tomorrow.. because I don't want people flooding(which is a very highly unlikely situation) my friendster profile with generic and shitty greetings(and by now.. you might already have an idea on what's gonna happen tomorrow).. c'mon people.. it's a waste of precious bandwidth! go visit some porn site or something.. at least that'd make you and me happy.. a win-win situation I guess? but anyway.. it sucks to recieve greetings on my profile.. and strangely, I kinda get irritated when people greet me(as in personal greeting like "hey boo, insert greeting here").. I'd rather have sacrificial lambs or under age girls being thrown at me than empty words that I will forget eventually.. I also hate it when a lot of people know what kind of day it is tomorrow.. it's like "c'mon you bloody twats! let's stop wasting precious time on a very trivial annual event.. please?".. well unless you have time to burn then that wouldn't be a problem I guess? whatever.. but please... just give the bloody greeting and stop acting like it's something special for you.. well.. I dunno.. I don't consider my friend's birthday special.. except for some.. maybe I'm acting too ADD or something.. yeah.. maybe that's it.. I dunno.. screw me..
I just read in a 2004 SciAm article that too much choices will make you more misreable or something.. it's like those who settle for 2nd best are generally happier than those who goes for the best or something.. maybe that's why I feel kinda clinically depressed? well.. I'm already aware of the plethora of choices that I have.. unless I can "unlearn what I have learned" then I just have to go for things that would make me happier I guess.. even if the consequences will be grave... but c'mon.. I have a brain.. I'd rather be in a good position in life even if I have to give up happiness.. even if I would feel empty as hell(which is totally ironic considering the number of souls destined to suffer there).. happiness is one pill away.. or maybe three pills daily for ten days?
yeah... maybe ignorance really is bliss I guess.. but too much ignorance.. well.. that's bullshit.. maybe a controlled level of ignorance or something?
I'm preeeeeetty sure that I'm gonna hate what's gonna happen tomorrow... I actually don't know what I am supposed to say when people greet me... I ain't saying what's gonna happen tomorrow.. because I don't want people flooding(which is a very highly unlikely situation) my friendster profile with generic and shitty greetings(and by now.. you might already have an idea on what's gonna happen tomorrow).. c'mon people.. it's a waste of precious bandwidth! go visit some porn site or something.. at least that'd make you and me happy.. a win-win situation I guess? but anyway.. it sucks to recieve greetings on my profile.. and strangely, I kinda get irritated when people greet me(as in personal greeting like "hey boo, insert greeting here").. I'd rather have sacrificial lambs or under age girls being thrown at me than empty words that I will forget eventually.. I also hate it when a lot of people know what kind of day it is tomorrow.. it's like "c'mon you bloody twats! let's stop wasting precious time on a very trivial annual event.. please?".. well unless you have time to burn then that wouldn't be a problem I guess? whatever.. but please... just give the bloody greeting and stop acting like it's something special for you.. well.. I dunno.. I don't consider my friend's birthday special.. except for some.. maybe I'm acting too ADD or something.. yeah.. maybe that's it.. I dunno.. screw me..
I just read in a 2004 SciAm article that too much choices will make you more misreable or something.. it's like those who settle for 2nd best are generally happier than those who goes for the best or something.. maybe that's why I feel kinda clinically depressed? well.. I'm already aware of the plethora of choices that I have.. unless I can "unlearn what I have learned" then I just have to go for things that would make me happier I guess.. even if the consequences will be grave... but c'mon.. I have a brain.. I'd rather be in a good position in life even if I have to give up happiness.. even if I would feel empty as hell(which is totally ironic considering the number of souls destined to suffer there).. happiness is one pill away.. or maybe three pills daily for ten days?
yeah... maybe ignorance really is bliss I guess.. but too much ignorance.. well.. that's bullshit.. maybe a controlled level of ignorance or something?
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
slash
kerrang! I'm currently taking a break from playing Guitar Hero 3.. it's a fun game! considering that I'm using only my keyboard and not the plastic peripheral that Red Octane provided.. but still.. I dig rhythm games.. too bad I can't afford an xbox 360 or a playstation 3.. at least they have rock band and guitar hero with peripherals.. although I just don't like the Gibson Les Paul they bundled with guitar hero 3.. it actually looks like a toy.. unlike rock band's fender strat or guitar hero 2's gibson xplorer.. until they release a gibson flying v or a fender katana or a reverse flying v I won't buy the whole bundle.. and until they make a guitar peripheral that actually looks and feels like a real guitar.. demanding? yeah.. totally.. I'm a big guy.. and I don't quite feel like a rock star when I'm playing with a small guitar.. or maybe I just got used to a bass? whatever..
let's shred!!
my wrist still hurts from playing Welcome To The Jungle on Medium.. and that's just on a medium difficulty! I'm bloody screwed..
let's shred!!
my wrist still hurts from playing Welcome To The Jungle on Medium.. and that's just on a medium difficulty! I'm bloody screwed..
Monday, March 31, 2008
x control
oh so wrong I'm growing old under the gun gun gun...
whatever
and yeah.. I do think that I'm growing old.. well I'm growing up.. but I'm growing old at a faster rate.. well I think that there is a difference between growing up and growing old.. yeah you can grow up but you can still be as youthful as you used to be.. and right now I'm turning into an old hag.. it's butt ugly.. I can't laugh at certain things anymore.. I've lost my sense of humor.. people consider my life as boring.. I nag about a lot of things.. the people who can tolerate me gets fewer by the minute.. yeah.. it sucks..
whatever
and yeah.. I do think that I'm growing old.. well I'm growing up.. but I'm growing old at a faster rate.. well I think that there is a difference between growing up and growing old.. yeah you can grow up but you can still be as youthful as you used to be.. and right now I'm turning into an old hag.. it's butt ugly.. I can't laugh at certain things anymore.. I've lost my sense of humor.. people consider my life as boring.. I nag about a lot of things.. the people who can tolerate me gets fewer by the minute.. yeah.. it sucks..
the day the world ends
| Start: | Apr 7, '08 |
timor letse
konnichiwa! I'm currently taking a break from answering Sudoku puzzles. I just bought a Sudoku Samurai magazine.. it's extremely addictive and logically fun! I only bought the Intermediate version.. because y'know I actually suck at the pen and paper Sudoku.. I'm a better player when I'm playing the Sudoku puzzles in my phone.. the one that informs you when you make a mistake.. and then after two or three mistakes plus one stupid move/wrong number entered.. I can finish it within 10 minutes.. stupid me.. my logical skills aren't really that good y'know.. cause.. y'know.. I base all of my decisions on hunches and stuff..
whatever
BANZAI!!
home sweet home.. aaaaaaaaand it seems like somone fixed my room.. most prolly my older sister fixed it since the computer was turned off when I got home.. or maybe it's my dad.. or maybe both? I dunno.. my room is disorganized as hell.. but I got used to it I guess.. I think being organized as hell shouldn't really be imposed on kids.. cause y'know.. some people work better when their things are in a mess.. well.. ummmmm... I think disorganization should be considered as an artform! because y'know.. beauty is subjective.. and maybe.. some people would consider something disorganized beautiful.. sounds crazy? well.. I dunno.. maybe I just don't like admitting my faults..
whatever
screw you Bea and Daniel! it says here that:"There is NO MATHEMATICAL way to solve a Sudoku puzzle. You can only solve it using logic." ergo.. it's not a mathematical thing! bang bang bang!
whatever
BANZAI!!
home sweet home.. aaaaaaaaand it seems like somone fixed my room.. most prolly my older sister fixed it since the computer was turned off when I got home.. or maybe it's my dad.. or maybe both? I dunno.. my room is disorganized as hell.. but I got used to it I guess.. I think being organized as hell shouldn't really be imposed on kids.. cause y'know.. some people work better when their things are in a mess.. well.. ummmmm... I think disorganization should be considered as an artform! because y'know.. beauty is subjective.. and maybe.. some people would consider something disorganized beautiful.. sounds crazy? well.. I dunno.. maybe I just don't like admitting my faults..
whatever
screw you Bea and Daniel! it says here that:"There is NO MATHEMATICAL way to solve a Sudoku puzzle. You can only solve it using logic." ergo.. it's not a mathematical thing! bang bang bang!
Sunday, March 30, 2008
pifty cent
final day.. hoorah.. too bad my dad hid the modem when we were still in the province... now that I am back........ LET'S GET PARTY!!
too bad I wasn't able to do a blog entry when I was still in the province.. because give me two hours of bloody sleep then I'd be as insightful as hell..
whatever
I forgot what I was supposed to type here to end the Grandaddy's Funeral Saga... I totally hate my memory... give me 10 minutes..
after watching GTA IV's final trailer and Guitar Hero: Aerosmith's trailer et cetera.
oh yeah... I remember now..
I think there was never a funeral that I cried in when everyone else were crying.. it's like "bloody hell why can't I bloody cry over a bloody corpse".. bullcrap.. I always ask myself why can't I cry at occasions like that.. maybe I'm too emotionally detached or something.. well my interpersonal skills aren't really ummm... I dunno.. I suck at being a normal human.. but the concept of being normal is actually subjective.. soooooooooo.. ummmmm... but most people consider me queer(hahahaha.. queer).. I think Jonas is the only kid I know that told me that I'm normal.. and he thinks everyone else suck.. yeah.. totally.. and bloody hell.. he's not Filipino.. maybe it'd be better for me to migrate in a country that would consider me normal so I can live a normal life and have a normal wife and normal kids and normal neighbors and normal friends and normal enemies.. I never really liked the idea of 'pakikibagay' or something.. I'm not really good with words anyway.. but yeah.. I don't like the idea of changing what you really are to be accepted in a certain community.. I'm pro-cultural diversity.. :D.. that's why I hate it when religious sects ban homosexuality.. or white power groups(ie KKK).. yeah.. I'm a victim of racial discrimination too ;).. that's why if I were the president.. I'd allow same sex marriage! if the bishops would label my actions preposterous and use the argument "God only created man and woman.. no tweeners".. then I'd use the anti-thesis "homosexuality is a genetic disease.. anomalies happen".. I never really believed that religion should meddle with political affairs.. we have the ethics board and the opposition party to do that.. I've always wanted a gay president.. have you noticed that some of the most creative people are gay? or they're gays in denial? I dunno.. you have gay directors in the philippines.. you have gay comedians.. you have gay showbiz personalities.. and take a look at your gay classmates.. most prolly they'd be left handed.. left handedness = right brain dominant = creative..
whatever.. I've blabbed too much..
hooray for gays!! as long as they don't touch my genitals.. >:( yes Paolo Chua.. I'm looking at you!
too bad I wasn't able to do a blog entry when I was still in the province.. because give me two hours of bloody sleep then I'd be as insightful as hell..
whatever
I forgot what I was supposed to type here to end the Grandaddy's Funeral Saga... I totally hate my memory... give me 10 minutes..
after watching GTA IV's final trailer and Guitar Hero: Aerosmith's trailer et cetera.
oh yeah... I remember now..
I think there was never a funeral that I cried in when everyone else were crying.. it's like "bloody hell why can't I bloody cry over a bloody corpse".. bullcrap.. I always ask myself why can't I cry at occasions like that.. maybe I'm too emotionally detached or something.. well my interpersonal skills aren't really ummm... I dunno.. I suck at being a normal human.. but the concept of being normal is actually subjective.. soooooooooo.. ummmmm... but most people consider me queer(hahahaha.. queer).. I think Jonas is the only kid I know that told me that I'm normal.. and he thinks everyone else suck.. yeah.. totally.. and bloody hell.. he's not Filipino.. maybe it'd be better for me to migrate in a country that would consider me normal so I can live a normal life and have a normal wife and normal kids and normal neighbors and normal friends and normal enemies.. I never really liked the idea of 'pakikibagay' or something.. I'm not really good with words anyway.. but yeah.. I don't like the idea of changing what you really are to be accepted in a certain community.. I'm pro-cultural diversity.. :D.. that's why I hate it when religious sects ban homosexuality.. or white power groups(ie KKK).. yeah.. I'm a victim of racial discrimination too ;).. that's why if I were the president.. I'd allow same sex marriage! if the bishops would label my actions preposterous and use the argument "God only created man and woman.. no tweeners".. then I'd use the anti-thesis "homosexuality is a genetic disease.. anomalies happen".. I never really believed that religion should meddle with political affairs.. we have the ethics board and the opposition party to do that.. I've always wanted a gay president.. have you noticed that some of the most creative people are gay? or they're gays in denial? I dunno.. you have gay directors in the philippines.. you have gay comedians.. you have gay showbiz personalities.. and take a look at your gay classmates.. most prolly they'd be left handed.. left handedness = right brain dominant = creative..
whatever.. I've blabbed too much..
hooray for gays!! as long as they don't touch my genitals.. >:( yes Paolo Chua.. I'm looking at you!
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion
| Rating: | ★★★ |
| Category: | Video Games |
| Genre: | Role-Playing |
| Console: | PC Games |
ayt?
Friday, March 28, 2008
text pistols
masaya dito sa burol.. lahat nga sila nagtatawanan at nagsusugal eh.. lupet..
maraming mah jong pieces dito.. halos pwede ka na nga gumawa ng mah jong castle eh.. san ka pa!
napaka-varied rin ang mga pagkain dito.. may pork na durog, may pork na buo, may pork na puro taba, may pork na may veggies, may pork na buto lang, may pork na red, may pork na orange, at may pork na dark brown.. kulang na lang ng fried pork pwede na pangkain sa mga ambassadors ng UN eh
napaka-youthful rin ng mga bumibisita dito.. yung iba may glaucoma na, yung iba buto't balat na lang, yung iba gumagamit na ng baston pero malakas pa rin mag yosi..
ang malupet pa dun... nagkalat ang mga butong pakwan! may butong pakwan sa styro bowls, may butong pakwan sa tables ay may butong pakwan sa sahig..
di lang yun.. sandamakmak rin ang Boy Bawang dito.. enough na yung supply ng Boy Bawang dito para sa isang pamilya for a year.. lupet 'no?
napaka-saya talaga sa mga burol sa probinsya... di katulad sa Manila na may aircon, sandmakmak na bulaklak at may preacher..
happy happy joy joy
maraming mah jong pieces dito.. halos pwede ka na nga gumawa ng mah jong castle eh.. san ka pa!
napaka-varied rin ang mga pagkain dito.. may pork na durog, may pork na buo, may pork na puro taba, may pork na may veggies, may pork na buto lang, may pork na red, may pork na orange, at may pork na dark brown.. kulang na lang ng fried pork pwede na pangkain sa mga ambassadors ng UN eh
napaka-youthful rin ng mga bumibisita dito.. yung iba may glaucoma na, yung iba buto't balat na lang, yung iba gumagamit na ng baston pero malakas pa rin mag yosi..
ang malupet pa dun... nagkalat ang mga butong pakwan! may butong pakwan sa styro bowls, may butong pakwan sa tables ay may butong pakwan sa sahig..
di lang yun.. sandamakmak rin ang Boy Bawang dito.. enough na yung supply ng Boy Bawang dito para sa isang pamilya for a year.. lupet 'no?
napaka-saya talaga sa mga burol sa probinsya... di katulad sa Manila na may aircon, sandmakmak na bulaklak at may preacher..
happy happy joy joy
pinkballer
day... four? or five? I dunno.. who cares anyway..
we are bloody leaving tomorrow!!! hoorah!
well.. this is a very uneventful day.. or.. ummm.. I dunno.. my verbal skills are currently non existent.. forgive the senselessness.. hello
I will shoot you!!!
whatever... my brain cells are fried and ummmmmm.. yeah.. screw me..
bang bang!
we are bloody leaving tomorrow!!! hoorah!
well.. this is a very uneventful day.. or.. ummm.. I dunno.. my verbal skills are currently non existent.. forgive the senselessness.. hello
I will shoot you!!!
whatever... my brain cells are fried and ummmmmm.. yeah.. screw me..
bang bang!
kiki mamps
do you like the new theme? it's sooooo me right? with all the flowers and stuff.. I totally love flowers.. they're like.. y'know.. the cutest thing everrrrrrr.. but too bad I never recieved any of them.. :(
you thought I was straight? no wai.. I'm gay..
I feel like working as a teacher when I graduate.. I wanna be an unconventional teacher.. like.. a teacher of the history of punk rock or the history of different subcultures.. or whatever.. if I were given the chance to act like a teacher.. I'd teach them shit.. I think the kids will love it.. cause they're sick and tired of arithmetic and the sciences and stuff.. maybe a class on Philippine Pop Culture would break from the monotony of the same ol' boring curriculum.. amazing
I actually like kids.. somtimes.. well. ummmmm.. I don't like kids who bug me.. I like observing kids.. or something like that.. I like watching people.. it's like watching a bunch of monkeys.. or primates or whatever.. I find it relaxing to watch people.. sometimes.. because there are times that they'll be bloody irritating.. and sometimes they'll be boring.. like.. y'know.. when you're in a coffee shop.. and you'll just see people passing by and stuff.. so I think it's better to watch monkeys than people.. cause they're confined in a small world.. it's like watching an alien race or something..
oh well.. I'm blabbing.. my stomach hurts.. oh well.. bloody hell..
you thought I was straight? no wai.. I'm gay..
I feel like working as a teacher when I graduate.. I wanna be an unconventional teacher.. like.. a teacher of the history of punk rock or the history of different subcultures.. or whatever.. if I were given the chance to act like a teacher.. I'd teach them shit.. I think the kids will love it.. cause they're sick and tired of arithmetic and the sciences and stuff.. maybe a class on Philippine Pop Culture would break from the monotony of the same ol' boring curriculum.. amazing
I actually like kids.. somtimes.. well. ummmmm.. I don't like kids who bug me.. I like observing kids.. or something like that.. I like watching people.. it's like watching a bunch of monkeys.. or primates or whatever.. I find it relaxing to watch people.. sometimes.. because there are times that they'll be bloody irritating.. and sometimes they'll be boring.. like.. y'know.. when you're in a coffee shop.. and you'll just see people passing by and stuff.. so I think it's better to watch monkeys than people.. cause they're confined in a small world.. it's like watching an alien race or something..
oh well.. I'm blabbing.. my stomach hurts.. oh well.. bloody hell..
Thursday, March 27, 2008
pump up the jam
day four... and I'm speaking english again.. whoopee
I just woke from a bloody seven hour sleep.. my head hurts right now.. yesssssss.. it's a bitch.
I still have to endure two bloody days here.. and I don't like mingling with the locals here. or maybe I just don't like the people smoking excessivley. or maybe I don't like the old women who kept on insisting that I'm bloody handsome.. but don't get me wrong.. I love compliments.. if I had a doctor he'd reccomend constant encouragement from people.. don't understant what I'm talking about? I suggest you get a team, get a whiteboard and act like House.. "what's the differential for blah blah blah blah blah"
bloody fuck.. I feel like a protagonist in a Michel Gondry film. maybe I am... raise your bloody hand if you think that I'd make a good character in one of Michel Gondry's films. you don't know Michel Gondry? too bad... well you can try renting his films.. if it's available on DVD.. or try going to the dark side and you can use the magic of torrents.. or there's IMDb and you can try reading the film synopsis.. but if you're not really interested it's fine with me.. but if you're totally bored and you don't have anything to do... then you might as well try something different this summer. but don't blame me if you felt like you wasted an hour and forty of your life.. it's your bloody call..
maybe I might be doing an entry later.. I dunno.. maybe not... maybe I'll be too lazy to type something later.. but boredom is a good motivator...
I just woke from a bloody seven hour sleep.. my head hurts right now.. yesssssss.. it's a bitch.
I still have to endure two bloody days here.. and I don't like mingling with the locals here. or maybe I just don't like the people smoking excessivley. or maybe I don't like the old women who kept on insisting that I'm bloody handsome.. but don't get me wrong.. I love compliments.. if I had a doctor he'd reccomend constant encouragement from people.. don't understant what I'm talking about? I suggest you get a team, get a whiteboard and act like House.. "what's the differential for blah blah blah blah blah"
bloody fuck.. I feel like a protagonist in a Michel Gondry film. maybe I am... raise your bloody hand if you think that I'd make a good character in one of Michel Gondry's films. you don't know Michel Gondry? too bad... well you can try renting his films.. if it's available on DVD.. or try going to the dark side and you can use the magic of torrents.. or there's IMDb and you can try reading the film synopsis.. but if you're not really interested it's fine with me.. but if you're totally bored and you don't have anything to do... then you might as well try something different this summer. but don't blame me if you felt like you wasted an hour and forty of your life.. it's your bloody call..
maybe I might be doing an entry later.. I dunno.. maybe not... maybe I'll be too lazy to type something later.. but boredom is a good motivator...
skip to my lou
ayaw ko munang mag ingles ngayon... parang natatarayan ako sa sarili ko pag binbasa ko yung ingles na blag entries ko eh... pero ayun.. di rin naman ako friendly.. pero kahit sa internet naman sana maging friendly ako.. haha.
day three sa probinsya (pero kung bibilangin mo yung days nung holy week.. ummm.. ewan.. I've lost count..)
tapos ko nang madownload ang Sims 2.. sa wakas.. University pa lang naiinstall ko.. ayos lang.. yun lang naman gusto kong expansion pack sa lahat ng mga naging expansion packs eh.. pero sayang wala yung compatibility chuchu na meron sa Nightlife. tska wala rin atang kotse.. geektalk.
anyway.. inuwi na rin ng ate ko yung speakers na sinasabi nya.. yey! minsan lang ako maka-experience ng high quality sound eh.. sa sinehan lang.. poor me.. ansaya nga eh.. abot sa chest cavity yung vibrations ng bass eh.. di katulad sa standard speakers lang na parang kiliti lang.. kulang na lang ng sound card tas pwede na ko sa 7.1 surround sound.. diba may 7.1 na? okaaaay.. geektalk nanaman
nakakatuwa yung Maps at Y Control sa speakers ko.. or baka lahat na ng Yeah Yeah Yeahs songs? ewan.. Led Zep, Daft Punk, Death Cab, at Mew pa lang napapakinggan ko sa bago kong speakers eh.. salamat ate! sana next time Xbox 360 na may Jasper chipset naman.. pero sa august pa yun eh.. antagal daw kasing gumawa ng 65nm na GPU yung mga enhinyero ng Microsoft.. tae.. geektalk ulet
parang ewan yung sopas dito sa wake.. parang mainit na macaroni salad na may karne.. super lapot..halos wala nang sabaw.. na absorb na ng macaroni yung sabaw..
I gotta date with a niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight! okay... haha.. enjoy yung Yeah Yeah Yeahs sa speakers eh.. pero parang pare pareho lang boses ni Karen O sa bawat kanta.. parang isang mahabang kanta yung album kasi parepareho lang yung tunog ng kanta.. except yung iba.. lalo na sa latter parts ng Fever To Tell..
nakakainspire tuloy gumawa ng banda.. kung si Karen O bumebenta sa ganung klase ng kanta ako pa kaya? pero syempre.. dapat tama yung audience.. dito sa pilipinas gusto nila emo eh.. walang lugar ang pop punk.. pop punk ba yung Yeah Yeah Yeahs? Parang punk-ish yung tunog eh.. tas pop beat mala Ramones.. alternetive na lang kaya? whatever.. rak yan.. rak.. magaling na performer si Karen O.. ooooooooooo
tae ka pag di mo 'to naintindihan..
day three sa probinsya (pero kung bibilangin mo yung days nung holy week.. ummm.. ewan.. I've lost count..)
tapos ko nang madownload ang Sims 2.. sa wakas.. University pa lang naiinstall ko.. ayos lang.. yun lang naman gusto kong expansion pack sa lahat ng mga naging expansion packs eh.. pero sayang wala yung compatibility chuchu na meron sa Nightlife. tska wala rin atang kotse.. geektalk.
anyway.. inuwi na rin ng ate ko yung speakers na sinasabi nya.. yey! minsan lang ako maka-experience ng high quality sound eh.. sa sinehan lang.. poor me.. ansaya nga eh.. abot sa chest cavity yung vibrations ng bass eh.. di katulad sa standard speakers lang na parang kiliti lang.. kulang na lang ng sound card tas pwede na ko sa 7.1 surround sound.. diba may 7.1 na? okaaaay.. geektalk nanaman
nakakatuwa yung Maps at Y Control sa speakers ko.. or baka lahat na ng Yeah Yeah Yeahs songs? ewan.. Led Zep, Daft Punk, Death Cab, at Mew pa lang napapakinggan ko sa bago kong speakers eh.. salamat ate! sana next time Xbox 360 na may Jasper chipset naman.. pero sa august pa yun eh.. antagal daw kasing gumawa ng 65nm na GPU yung mga enhinyero ng Microsoft.. tae.. geektalk ulet
parang ewan yung sopas dito sa wake.. parang mainit na macaroni salad na may karne.. super lapot..halos wala nang sabaw.. na absorb na ng macaroni yung sabaw..
I gotta date with a niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight! okay... haha.. enjoy yung Yeah Yeah Yeahs sa speakers eh.. pero parang pare pareho lang boses ni Karen O sa bawat kanta.. parang isang mahabang kanta yung album kasi parepareho lang yung tunog ng kanta.. except yung iba.. lalo na sa latter parts ng Fever To Tell..
nakakainspire tuloy gumawa ng banda.. kung si Karen O bumebenta sa ganung klase ng kanta ako pa kaya? pero syempre.. dapat tama yung audience.. dito sa pilipinas gusto nila emo eh.. walang lugar ang pop punk.. pop punk ba yung Yeah Yeah Yeahs? Parang punk-ish yung tunog eh.. tas pop beat mala Ramones.. alternetive na lang kaya? whatever.. rak yan.. rak.. magaling na performer si Karen O.. ooooooooooo
tae ka pag di mo 'to naintindihan..
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
sumatotal
thank you for visiting my otherwise dead blog... all of my accounts that require creative input are dead.. except Multiply though.. well.. nobody reads any of my blog entries anyway.. so why bother..
and I'd really like to thank you for letting me waste your time...
and I'd really like to thank you for letting me waste your time...
Monday, March 24, 2008
nutmeg
whoopee.. we're leaving.. again.. and I'm brining my uber cool CPU with me.. blah..
to those who aren't in the know.. most of the time.. I'm sarcastic about things.. soooooo.. the next time you see me saying 'whoopee'.. don't think I'm being ecstatic there.. I'm rarely happy... oh god.. here comes my quasi-emo-ness again.. screw me..
anyway.. I've noticed that my blog entries aren't really well aranged.. yeah.. and I'm not even using proper punctuation marks.. I'm just using elipses.. well.. I never really learned how to use punctuation marks properly anyway.. I have the intellectual aptitute of a grade schooler..
gotta leave.. thankyouverymuch for letting me waste your time!
to those who aren't in the know.. most of the time.. I'm sarcastic about things.. soooooo.. the next time you see me saying 'whoopee'.. don't think I'm being ecstatic there.. I'm rarely happy... oh god.. here comes my quasi-emo-ness again.. screw me..
anyway.. I've noticed that my blog entries aren't really well aranged.. yeah.. and I'm not even using proper punctuation marks.. I'm just using elipses.. well.. I never really learned how to use punctuation marks properly anyway.. I have the intellectual aptitute of a grade schooler..
gotta leave.. thankyouverymuch for letting me waste your time!
yeah... too much work can kill you
I'd rather not share what happened... well I don't like sharing anything acutally.. I'm selfish as hell. but yeah.. someone died.. and the guy is bloody healthy I think.. he suffered a mild stroke then died because of bloody worthless health care services here in the Philippines or maybe it's because the lousy hospital staff that were slacking off there. that's the problem with us.. we're lazy.. only a fistful aren't. I myself is lazy as hell. I'm like a last-minuteman(go study your American History if you don't know what a minuteman is).. like I won't do my job until someone's already screaming at me.. and then I'd whine about it and stuff. happy people.
oh well.. it's like 1 in the morning and I shouldn't be doing this because it's summer. I have to sleep like 10 hours a day to restore the brain cells lost because of the bloody projects the school imposed.. bloody hell.
work hard kids! it'll soon kill you...................................
oh well.. it's like 1 in the morning and I shouldn't be doing this because it's summer. I have to sleep like 10 hours a day to restore the brain cells lost because of the bloody projects the school imposed.. bloody hell.
work hard kids! it'll soon kill you...................................
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
I really need the medication right now...
yeah.. I do believe that I have high cortisol and low serotonin levels.. I think I'm clinically depressed. or maybe I'm just in love? nah... highly unlikely. but I don't have a laboratory to even test my blood for cortisol and serotonin and crap... oh well.. I don't think I'm making any sense. well.. I always don't.
well this is gonna be one long boring summer or boring long summer? I dunno.. I'm bad at linguistics anyway. I just felt like I really need to type this down even if I have a hard time with talking.. or speaking.. or whatever.. I find it hard to express my self verbally. and to think that I'm planning to take up law.. oh well.. lucky me. maybe I'll just go to med school and get the medications there... maybe some antidepressants.. or something.. but there are easier ways to be happy.. but c'mon.. I still wanna get my driver's license.
I'm really bad at doing blogs, my last blog was like.. crap.. go check it out on the links section.. but I suggest you'd rather not. because there are other sites that you can waste your time on.. a site more substantial than a person's.. ummmm.. thoughts.. I never understood the point of having a blog anyway. I don't read other people's blogs myself.. I'm not just interested with what's going on with other.. ummmm.. people.. especially my friends.. well not that I have any friends that use blogs.. but yeah.. I'd rather hear my friends telling their thoughts or whatnot to me than reading it from a blog. I might not have a friend like that cause I'm not really the warm and accomodating type of friend. I can never help you with anything related to the human psyche. maybe with technical stuff.. like troubleshooting or something. but I myself think that I suck in that department. bullcrap..
anyway... I feel kinda uplifted right now.. I think it's because of this blog entry.. maybe that's the reason why people do blogs. it's something therapeutic... it's like talking to someone.. or something.. well I don't have anyone to talk to anyway. nobody would understand what the fuck cortisol, dopamine, serotonin, diuretic, homeostasis, tetrahydrocannabinol are. well I hope I meet a neurologist or psychologist or a neuropsychologist.. that'd make a good friend. hmmmmmm.. expect to see more entries this summer. well.. maybe because I feel bloody depressed and I don't have anyone to talk to... screw me.. I'm sounding like a bloody emo kid.
well this is gonna be one long boring summer or boring long summer? I dunno.. I'm bad at linguistics anyway. I just felt like I really need to type this down even if I have a hard time with talking.. or speaking.. or whatever.. I find it hard to express my self verbally. and to think that I'm planning to take up law.. oh well.. lucky me. maybe I'll just go to med school and get the medications there... maybe some antidepressants.. or something.. but there are easier ways to be happy.. but c'mon.. I still wanna get my driver's license.
I'm really bad at doing blogs, my last blog was like.. crap.. go check it out on the links section.. but I suggest you'd rather not. because there are other sites that you can waste your time on.. a site more substantial than a person's.. ummmm.. thoughts.. I never understood the point of having a blog anyway. I don't read other people's blogs myself.. I'm not just interested with what's going on with other.. ummmm.. people.. especially my friends.. well not that I have any friends that use blogs.. but yeah.. I'd rather hear my friends telling their thoughts or whatnot to me than reading it from a blog. I might not have a friend like that cause I'm not really the warm and accomodating type of friend. I can never help you with anything related to the human psyche. maybe with technical stuff.. like troubleshooting or something. but I myself think that I suck in that department. bullcrap..
anyway... I feel kinda uplifted right now.. I think it's because of this blog entry.. maybe that's the reason why people do blogs. it's something therapeutic... it's like talking to someone.. or something.. well I don't have anyone to talk to anyway. nobody would understand what the fuck cortisol, dopamine, serotonin, diuretic, homeostasis, tetrahydrocannabinol are. well I hope I meet a neurologist or psychologist or a neuropsychologist.. that'd make a good friend. hmmmmmm.. expect to see more entries this summer. well.. maybe because I feel bloody depressed and I don't have anyone to talk to... screw me.. I'm sounding like a bloody emo kid.
Monday, March 17, 2008
NCAA Football Finals San Beda against La Salle
pagkatapos ng ilang buwang paghihintay.. eto na po mga kaibigan ang shots nung finals.. at oo.. tinatamad na kong i-tilt yung mga pa-portrait dapat na shots.. at tinamad na rin akong tanggalin yung mga pangit na shots.. at wala ata akong picture dyan... :D
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