John Andrew Yap: Geek Dominates Blogosphere

Slumber World

2012-01-26T15:46:00.005+08:00

Many would definitely agree if I say that sleeping is the one of the sweetest pleasures in life. It puts you to rest and takes you to a brand new different world. The dream world is a realm that is seemingly unfathomable. Dreaming is like a fine link between sleep and memory, and there is always that random desire of wanting to remember each scrambled segment of your dreams, putting them together like a puzzle to create a grander story of reality. Some people claim that our dreams are the projection of what we want to happen in reality. Some folks believe that dreams provide an omen for significant tragedies. It doesn't matter where your belief goes; dreams are what they are, and it is entirely up to the dreamer to stick with a belief that he would like to hold on to.

It is kind of ironic. Unlike other people's perspectives about dreaming, mine's about creativity. Every sleeping session is an opportunity to project and showcase creativity to a myriad of slumber events. Put it this way. Think solid and concrete in an abstract world. Think about "Inception". Ha!

Now let me ask you this -- What is your take regarding sleeping? :)

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This is what I get for reading about a lot of sleeping disorders. Haha! I was reading about central sleep apnea. Lost? Maybe you need a sleep guide or something.

Insane With Love Songs? Read On.

2012-01-23T14:19:00.004+08:00

More often than not, new love songs appear to be boring. The tendency of songwriters pushing it too much is getting a little bit of an understatement. That's why the new releases of love songs are pretty much repetitive. If you really think about it, the songs don't pull much of a story. It's like a 5th grader project that your music teacher gave you, and you have three solid hours to complete a love song. Before you know it, you're pulling out some lyrics out of word limbo, and VOILA, here comes a love song. Okay, you put some monotone to it and you have a hit. People are too busy with their lives to even notice that it's like a paganism chant of the new millenium. Don't people even notice that the tempo of those newly-composed love songs are slowly turning out to be crappy? It's either too fast, or too upbeat to even feel it. What the worst part of this agony is, when a love song hits its climax, a rap comes by to save the day. These are the types of songs that people enjoy. Don't you think it needs a second thought? I believe so.

I might as well get my favorite cup of coffee, and care about these speed quotes, photography quotes, and love quotes that have substance.

Inspire. Speak Up. Live.

2012-01-17T19:12:00.002+08:00

Your principle could influence anybody’s life – it could make you change the way other people think; it could push an action towards change; and, at rare instances, it could even change how the world flows. The mind is a complex faculty that has the power to control everything. The only catch is when you ruminate about what’s happening in the real world, most of principles are stuck in dormancy. How many times have you felt in your life that you are trapped in a box without any room for growth? This happens mostly in the workplace where everything is taken as a routine. When you feel like there’s no more learning point, then you always have your options. You always have an option. It wouldn’t hurt to do a little bit of swerving to know how it’s like to be on the other end. Never lack the guts and the courage to overcome staying on the safe side. Otherwise, you are plainly getting by in your life. Have you ever spoken up for something that you believe in? Have you ever fought for a principle regardless of how many people oppose to your way of thinking? If not, that’s a shame. I call that mental slavery. You deprive your mind on what it’s capable of delivering.

Think outside the box. How could you translate your thoughts into action? Share what you think. Speak up.

Here are some quotes by great people that you can apply. You can also try searching for some education quotes to live by. There are also inspiring quotes about nature, ocean quotes, and more.

Just Ranting

2012-01-13T17:20:00.004+08:00

I've always been thinking why every single time I get back to blogging, I would try to craft a post or two, and go elsewhere. I guess it's in human nature that people want to brag all the significant things happening in their lives; I find it satisfying to brag it by writing all the awe-inspiring shindig in my mediocre life. So with the lack of blog post, it's either one of these two things -- I'm living too fabulously to even care about writing, or stagnation had gone to be an understatement.

The latter would always be the most believable.

My previous posts always tackled boring-to-the-bones topics. Somehow, I find it enthusiastically motivating to discuss my love life as if it were the cure to cancer. And I find it surprisingly disgusting that I did write my heart out in a lot of blog posts to become a temporary filler for the outburst of excitement. I guess I am deprived of friends that's why I keep sharing these must-be-private moments. It's quite ironic that I despise people who overly share about their feelings in every social media platform -- knowing that I, for sure, am one of these frantic social worms.

Here's to another time saying "I'm back!"

The tides need to flow right. Seriously.

On Being Baffled

2011-11-29T10:18:00.003+08:00

I guess when you want something so much, and you put so much effort to getting it, you will only be left with one question -- "Are you ready for the change?"

It was around a day-turning minute last night when I had my interview for a position that I desire. Little do I know that it is going to be that spontaneous. I was waiting for the clock to strike twelve so that I can get my ass off from the office when my supervisor called me. For whatever mystified reason it may be, I staggered my way to him and asked, "Why boss?"

"You will have your interview now." he mumbled as he was dragging me to the office laboratory for the interview.

Inside the laboratory room, I attempted to get myself to the right composure which I found to be a struggle considering the noisy wrestling game serving as a major distraction, and the air conditioning torture that you will feel like somehow trapped in the North Pole. It did not only leave me brainfrozen, but also nervous. It came to me that the universe is not one with me on this particular time. I just convinced myself that I do not need to impress the interviewer; I just need to answer from the heart.

The interview lasted for roughly ten minutes. I had been incoherent for a time that left my interviewer perplexed at some point during the interview. I admit that I wasn't able to deliver my best answers but those answers couldn't get any truer. It was exhaled directly from my purest intentions without any desire to flatter nor boast. I believe I would be okay with the results of the interview after the interviewer revealed that we are going to be informed next week on who's going to be shortlisted.

It is a good try, at least... especially when you meant every word that you said.

The Love that I Know

2011-05-10T01:32:00.000+08:00

When I was young, I thought love is all about the good things in the world. I had been exposed to the conventional way of taking perspectives about the greatest virtues by the most positive viewpoint a human should have. It was in high school when nuns instilled in my mind that love is about sacrificing for another. Love has exceeded its way and has been emulated to that of the most religious extending extremely to the most romantically tragic. Can you define love in a killer one-liner statement? I can.

Okay, I can’t. I know that love is something vague. I know that its grand sense cannot be explained and elaborated to full understanding in just one seating. Love is something that binds your totality with this world and at times intertwined with your purpose.

Honestly speaking, love has a lot of forms. Love can be associated with heaps of acceptable feelings. But let’s make it easy this time – we are not going to trek this topic to hypocrisy and discuss about it basing from factual biased studies. Let us discuss it subjectively. After all, subjective means exciting.

Love had been long forgotten by me. Time was testing my patience to the point that I let my Disney dreams be succumbed by frustration. I gave up without leaving a trace of hope even in its minutest form.

Just last week, the tide of romantic goodness became a bit generous on my favor. It just came. It was like a grand recall that I am still actually capable of feeling it. Genuinely testifying with much honesty, there was a moment that I thought love was fiction. Last week was different. There was somebody who came into my life and added color to it (yuck, I just hated the adjectives that I used but I can’t think of something more suitable to describe what I feel on my end…). Even if we’re doing silly things together – those simple stares; those simple spontaneous talks; those silly moments that you feel like dumb but they feel fun doing anyway – it made us happy. Nothing compares when you just feel alive from the inside. I know that something different occurred to me.

I am certain that I do not have the ability to explain and define love.

But I can feel it.

Spark

2011-05-05T00:59:00.002+08:00

Spark?

How do we exactly define its existence? The only way to determine it is by subjectively speaking it out; it is some sort of ignition of a pre-relationship course. It can be compared to that of a relationship token that you can keep or lose.

Some people say that you can feel it inside. It's that magical feeling of romantic eccentricity -- something that you cannot explain, but you can feel. It authenticates your feelings to some sort of level of validation that marks the agreeing point that you are actually into someone. The gravity of likeness could be pointed out as something severe. It is something that drives you to do your romantic routine in an unconventional way, your motivation to be insanely but justifiably happy. That's how they define spark.

Honestly but subjectively speaking, I can say that I felt that spark one, two, many times. Some led to minor emotional agony while some lasted for a reasonable length of time.

Every person is subject to encountering the spark. I am sure you will find yours at the right time -- or if you already found it, good for you.

Before I end this post, let me tell you a secret.

I am feeling the spark right now -- I know that I'm bound to having sleepless nights of thinking how I could stop myself from screwing my sleep because all I could think about is that person.

Whew.

The Domination of Rebecca Black

2011-03-21T20:56:00.004+08:00

Hesitant at first, I was contemplating (seryoso...) if the title above would be appropriate to my blog audience. Done and written, you cannot do anything but read. Oh well, my audience populace isn't comprised of killjoy teenagers who limit themselves to the narrow possibilities of life. Chos.

I am completing this post to meet a certain objective that purports to educate the minority about the most-talked about issue trending today -- the domination of Rebecca Black.

I am not surprised that Rebecca Black, the tween YouTube sensation, has dominated the social media. People are used to hearing the beauty of music basing on hitting flowery notes. Otherwise, it's called auditory disturbia. Although I admit that I'm one of those many judgmental earthlings, I could pull some positive feedback from my cute opinionated brain. I'm not one-sided and I will never be that guy. Think about this -- people aren't ready yet to face the odd things in this world. Ms. Black video sounds like a perfect monotone. Despite of her humongous zit, she still managed to pull it off really perky and jolly. I admire her for that. Her perkiness is a bit contagious, mind you. I found myself dancing alone and humming like tomorrow is the end of the Mayan calendar. And for someone having the ability to do that, she deserves some sort of commendation. The brat needs a break, okay? ROFL.

Anyway, she appears like she was having fun all throughout her video so let us not take that from her. Let us all be happy that she's happy. Everyone has the right to be happy. We had our free will whilst choosing to listen to her awful singing. Clearly, it's not an obligation or an act of coercion.

My Home

2011-03-07T22:51:00.002+08:00

Baguio will be expiring soon, at least for me. A new endeavor has to be laid without it on the picture. As I quietly write this post, I am thinking about the things I've done here.

6 years ago, the decision of me coming to this place was just a sudden move of desperation to rehabilitate me from my sinful life. At first, I was a bit hesitant to live here. Coming from a big urban place, I built an image of this place in my mind as a vacation spot whereas you can tag it "good-to-live" as your first impression, but not necessarily a place where I could permanently and peacefully live. I was like living in a limbo during my first few months here -- I miss the loud and fun nights in Manila. I took this like I was thrown in the pits of sacredness without my consent where I have no other option but to do good in life.

Years pass by and as people come and go, I never thought that I'll get accustomed to this place. This place, once thought of as a Boresville, is more than just a place of silence and rumination. I may have been fooled by the facade of the place, but what counts here is the people I could have never met if I were not thrown here in exile.

For almost 6 years having lived here since late 2005, all I can say is that Baguio took a space in my heart that nobody could ever take. Friends that I met here are irreplaceable and the friendship we built will forever be cherished. I will never bid goodbye to my life here. I was just living the place.

It feels like this is my home away from home. I'm not just telling that to everyone as a flavorful hearsay; I'm bragging this because I found myself here. I found myself in this place.

I know I will always be back.

The Zsa Zsa Zsu

2011-03-07T14:54:00.002+08:00

You're pretty much belonging to the level of the abnormal if you haven't experienced the zsa zsa zsu. It is that wonderful, much-awaited spark that you've been wishing during your hormone-boiling, pimple-erupting adolescent years due to being a Nicholas Sparks fanatic. I actually got the term from watching SATC; Carrie used this term to someone, at first sight, who happens to give you "butterflies". It is that charm that makes you fall with such an attraction that is comparable to that of romance climax in Disney's films. If you are like me who hopes that this disingenuous make-believe comes true in one, two, many times in your life, then we're talking.

We're filled with misrepresented ideas when we were young. We try to convince that every relationship has a happily-ever-after ending. It's not our fault. It was in our generation that love became so powerful that no Disney princess has ever landed with the wrong one. Once they felt the zsa zsa zsu, they are always bound, toting the highest form of romantic dignity, to marrying their prince charming and living the happy ending. They all pile up and conspire to falsify our visions about love to be merry and inspiring. It is so nice to fall in love if this is the case.

But that is not the case.

In real life, we always meet someone who makes us want to promise togetherness forever. I was a fool to believe in that as well. Come these problems and infidelity issues and the promise won't be given a chance to be remembered, then it will all just be a great writing from one of your life's wicked chapters. It is just so unfair that we keep on falling from the idea that a zsa zsa zsu can make you toughly believe that it will result to a true and happy ending. Yes, we're all victims of these and we've broken our promise more than how politicians break theirs.

From what I have experienced, the zsa zsa zsu is the one that ignites; what keeps the relationship is no other than your partner and you -- no zsa zsa zsus.

7 Years & Still Not Giving Up

2011-03-05T11:06:00.003+08:00

Yey! So I'm back.

I just added final touches to my personalized layout. I want it to be easily tweak-able without having to pay for a hosting site. Unlike on Wordpress where I have to pay for a hosting medium (I guess that's what it's called) to be able to put up a good blog, Blogger offers them to me with so much ease. This partnership (Blogger and I) cannot be thrown to the pits of oblivion just like that. And I ♥ blogger so much. See, it's not very tight. We had so much issues and I'm just glad that we were able to find resolutions to each. Going EIGHT, ftw!

Yes, my picture is necessary. I know.

7 fruitful years! It's the longest relationship I'm having (besides myself, of course).

Digging The Nucleus of Love

2010-11-07T21:07:00.002+08:00

This post is intended to be in English para hindi naman ako mukhang emo na jejemon.

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This is another hopeless post. I'm on the verge of self-pity but I can't help it. It feels redundant all over. I describe this feeling as a perfect embodiment of love limbo. In terms of love, have I gone numb?

It has been quite a while since I last fell in love. I believe I loved people somehow. The gravity of somehow is questionable. Sometimes, I ask myself if it is still possible to feel it. It seems like love has a date of expiration. You fall in love this time, then it feels gradually drifting apart from your system after a few years of intense romantic feeling. I cannot jive to the beat of love anymore. What happened to my romantic berserkness? I have no idea.

I took time to reflect and I attempted to diagnose the core of the problem. I threw in questions to myself if this was due to the inevitable fact that I am actually growing old. Teehee, I hope not. Or was the numbness due to the humongous overwhelming romantic rampage that I enjoyed for the past few years? It seems like a big struggle to answer these questions.

Have you been into a situation like this - you got a perfect person with you and all of a sudden, things just can't fall into places. It is like something is lacking; it feels like something needs to be done.

No, don't tell me to take some time. I have spent a decent amount of time alone.

Blah, so this goes for love - the weakness I never admitted. Questions still unanswered but life has to go forward.

Later.

The People of Social Media

2010-10-25T19:42:00.001+08:00

Social media has inevitably hooked everyone to addiction for a decade. Dating back to the good ol' days of pic-link where members notoriously post their scanned angular photos, social media is still on a solid progression with its new foundations in today's time. Amateur companies gain big by taking this advantage; thus, social media is not only a dwelling place for the virtual population, but also a place to grow a promising remunerative business.

I'm not going to mention the overrated tycoons behind the success of social media. We're going to have a deeper look on the base serving as the pillars of social media -- the users. From online to personal encounters, it has been an obsession to study every online persona -- the very core model of a virtual personality.

Looking at each user's bio, say on Facebook, here's what you get:

The Frustrated Singer - This dude was too excited when he created his page. You will be confused if you landed on the right page or if you were redirected to metro-lyrics.com. Anyway, he has an IQ below 40. He cannot create a single sentence up to now because he's too afraid to be misunderstood. He lives in the ghetto and saves his hard-earned money to pay for an internet cafe so he could play his favorite Farmville. He doesn't have a girlfriend (or a boyfriend).

The It Girl - Guys drool over her. She has too many BFFs with stunning photographs. She is the master of dodge, liquify, and blur tools in Adobe Photoshop hailing her as the Photoshop princess. She loves Mandy Moore and Reese Witherspoon without even seeing their films. She likes copying profile descriptions from elite socialites to boost her confidence that she belongs to the alta de ciudad. She had her name written on her retainers and she edited every photo to make it look like braces.

The Chic - She's THE narcissist and THE prototype of vanity. She owns a DSLR and she obliges her mom to take pictures of her. Out of 5,000 frames, she uploads 10. She's all glam and she dates only guys with cars. She doesn't eat at all.

The Traveler - Applies to both sexes. They claim that they have gone to America and its famous cities. Ask where in America, they'll say "just in the city". Great. America City.

The Bomb - This girl is a frustrated pornographic star. She takes pictures of herself in front the mirror wearing bikinis. She likes reposting videos, retweeting, reposting photos, and retagging. She failed her Math class and decided to drop out of college. She has a great body and a great hairstyle but it could never EVER compensate her disfigured face. She belongs to the middle-class where guys are extremely fascinated by her hormone-teaser pictures.

The Grumpies - These people rant too much about their lives. They spend so much time in front of the computer. These grumpy ones update their status messages every hour. They are all deprived of sex life. All they do to satisfy their hunger is watch porn. Pity.

The Promiscuous - This guy likes posting his number publicly in the hopes of one day, one girl would fall to the trap. When you text him, he will subscribe to unlimited calling service of his network of choice to bombard you calls with introductory moans. All he wants is phone sex, sex eyeball, orgy, and everything involving sex. He has a toned body and a foul-smelling breath.

The Virgin - This person is really a virgin. Who in the right mind would be proud to post in his bio that he/she is a virgin?

Lol. I'm seriously having a good laugh while writing this post. I present to you the people of social media! Have you met them? Let me know.

Later.

The Man Who Can't Be Moved

2010-10-22T07:40:00.004+08:00

This feeling of attachment to my past is killing me. Seriously. It's been 4 months. 4 fucking months that haunt me like fuck.

Okay, so this is not a hate post. This is not intended to pump bitterness and irony. This is me at my most vulnerable condition. This is where I feel weakest, most sensitive and most fragile. All the while, I thought that I stopped dwelling on those feelings anymore; this is the part where I reckon that I'm human. This is such a good wake up call bringing me back to myself at my purest.

Until I stop hoping for possibilities and convincing myself that we can never be together, I will always be known as the man who can't be moved.

Nature-Convicted

2010-10-18T19:53:00.002+08:00

So it seems like everyone finally found a reason to stay put. It's a desperate move for mass coercion. When I gaze outside the window, it's all becoming clear -- wrath of nature. People become concerned; there's always that sudden outburst of multiple attitudes leading to a favorable polarity to faith. In a situation like this, we all gather together with all the purest intentions to think that our adrenaline-ridden faithfulness can give us a shot to salvation -- or calamity redemption. Maybe God is all that understanding figure, persona, and totality I wish I am.

Think about this. Everyday we put ourselves to be atrocious candidates for divine scrutiny. We do not even allot a minute of the day to pause and glorify God. If I were to ask a favor, I will see to it that I'm an A+ child and not some horrible instant believer who resorts to hopeless measures to get tight with God in 5 minutes.

I'm not all this clean guy who speaks like a prophet of redemption. I'm actually one of those I'm referring to. Let's just hope our asses are safe; then I can say that God is so amazing.

Paghahanap ng Saya sa Lalawingang Wonderland

2010-10-16T08:39:00.003+08:00

Nung bata pa tayo ang dali nating sumaya. Konting kacornyhan lang tatawa na tayo. Yung mga tipong tatambay lang kayong magbabarkada sa isang tindahan, solve solve na. Papetiks-petiks lang sa iskwela pagkatapos magkakayayaan sa bahay ng isang mayamang kaklaseng may libreng merienda. Pagdating sa mga mag-on, paghatid lang sa service (yung mga parang engot na driver na naghihintay sa'yo pag uwian) okay na. Sa mga sabado't linggo, kakain lang kayo ng ice cream sa mall masaya ka na. Pagdating naman sa pansariling luho, bracelet lang (na pag kinagat mo basag) binibili mo. Sana ganito pa rin ang sitwasyon ngayon.

Nung tumanda ka nalaman mong boring pala 'yan. Mas gusto mo na yung medyo hinihimatay yung nanay mo sa mga presyo. Andyan na yung kailangan may internet ka sa bahay para makipag-bolahan sa prospect mo. Kung wala kang internet sa bahay, loser ka. Pag wala kang Twitter o Facebook, isa kang joke.

Kung pupunta ka sa mga pamilihan, ang gusto mo na branded. O kaya yung mga outfit na magaganda pero unique. Yung mga tipong pag humangin eh kita na ang mga stretchmarks sa butt mo. Sa mga lalake naman gusto nila rak sila. Kailangan maganda yung sapatos nila. Kahit siguro hindi kumain ng isang buwan basta makabili ng magarang sapatos. Wushu. Sa totoong buhay, hindi tinitignan ng babae ang sapatos mo. Ang tinitignan ng mga babae kung jologs ka, may utak ka, o kung magaling kang mambola. Aanhin mo naman ang sapatos kung wala kang face value.

O eto na. Sa relasyon, kailangan nag-aaway. Pag walang away, walang thrill. Mga babae gusto n'yan ng nakikipagratratan sa text. Pagtapos ng ratratan, silent treatment. Mga sira ulo yan eh. Bigla biglang nagagalit, bigla biglang iiyak. Makikita mo isang barkada na galit sa'yo. Sa mga lalake naman iba. Gusto nila magmukha silang macho. Kailangan may segway na chick pag nasa relasyon. Yung mga chick naman nila parang joke. Parang pag nagdrawing ka in one minute ng isang random na mukha na rush sa likod ng notebook mo, ganun. Ganun kajoke yung mga binababae nila. Ewan ko ba sa inyo.

Sa trip naman ng mga magbabarkada, ibang klase na. Andyan na yung kailangan mong gumastos para magchill. Yung mga trip na hindi maintindihan ng magulang. Bakit nga naman kailangan sa labas pa magkape, e may kape naman sa bahay? Syempre isa isa yang tatakas sa bahay. Dito na naimbento yung salitang balbal na "good shot". Ano nga ba yung good shot? Yan yung tipong maglamyerda ka ng isang linggo. Umuwi ka sa ka-fling mo o nagbeach ka kasama ng barkada mo nang walang paalam. Pag-uwi mo may karate ka sa nanay mo. Pagtapos ng SONA n'ya, dun na. Dun na magsisimula yung good shot. Isang batalyon ng mga gawaing pambobola kahit labag sa kalooban para makapaglamyerda ulit pag masaya na si inay at itay. Jusko.

Sa buhay, hinahanap talaga natin kung ano ang makakapagpasaya sa'tin. Wala naman sa kapaligiran ang problema e. Alam mo kung ano?

Tumatanda ka lang.

In Search for True Love

2010-10-15T09:00:00.006+08:00

Because a friend keeps on insisting that I should make a post about his well-embraced topic, I'm making a post about love. This is weird. I don't like talking about love. What I love is talking about Tyra, Starbucks, trivia, global warming, the apocalypse, controversies, and of course, gossips. This is nothing personal. I had given so much of it from the past (and up to now -- to friends, of course). And yes, sa mga segway. I seriously think this post would be too much of a cliche.

Okay, so life is such a genius shit for making love exist in its confines. True enough; I've seen people cry over it, laugh at it, ~~blackmail for its sake~~, pick fights because of it. This so-called love (yuck so-called talaga; parang third grader adjective) is a regal feeling for many. Some people want to optimize the feeling of this specific value, thus, the in-search-for-true-love term surfaced the urban dictionary.

I have a friend who loves taking LOVE seriously. I don't understand why he has to be a cheesy bitch. Actually, love is pretty good itself. It's just that people are crafting several remarks that make love look bad. Let me enumerate some definitions about love:

Love is blind. Okay, so love is blind. You are diverting to love your sin of having bad taste with guys. It's unethical. Why don't you just say that your boyfriend or girlfriend is ugly? You don't have to associate it to love. Just say you have a very bad taste.

Love is like a river that flows forever. To a different kind of love, like the non-intimate ones that we share with our friends and family, it makes sense. When it comes to romantic partnership, it doesn't. I don't need to convince everyone here but let me tell you this. In one way or another, you'll fight over silly things that aren't really worth arguing about. You'll ram each other with offensive words and insult each other with unjustifiable activities that will dictate your fate as mortal ex-nemies. Survivors who get to another phase called marriage face a whole lot of struggle. Losers who can't stand each other's face anymore end up filing divorce. The royal batch of survivors reach the near-to-end-part journey getting fed up with each other when their hair turns white. Oh gee, is that what you call forever? At one point, you will feel tired of it. Love is not forever. Companionship is.

I'm trying to sound like an expert but I'm not. I break up with people who are very preoccupied. ~~I break up with people who are conservative.~~ I break up with people who smell like fart. I break up with people who are stupid. I break up with people who have bad grammar. I break up with reasons that I can't even support. I am young (c'mon) and spontaneous and irresponsible and unreasonable.

Perhaps when I find true love, I can support this post with a more positive content. I'm just near to reluctantly admitting that I may be, well, one of those guys in search for true love.

WTF WAS THAT!?

2010-10-15T07:52:00.005+08:00

For the love of my good ol' self, I searched my name on google. After typing John Andrew Yap, one of the results that popped in my screen was this irrelevant low-budget journal site. Feeling very curious, I opened the site and it gave me one shocking news. Oh yes really.

I'M CONNECTED TO THESE INSIGNIFICANT LOSERS!

Okay, so I don't have the slightest idea how my name landed with that article. It might be a desperate plot done by some people to increase online visibility or an automated plot that resulted from a technical jumble. I am GREATLY insulted. For sure, that was my old blog title but it does NOT make sense. There's no way I'm going to mention EVER those insignificant people. That's a desperate move because people might think that I live a boring life and that I have no choice but to start a cheap talk about these local twerps or whatnot. Believe me (and I hope a lot will agree to this...), I'd rather talk about my sex life than Gerald or Kim whoever.

I'm not a hater of my own kind. In fact, I love that overgestured puny dwarf who appeared on Glee. Man she sings good!

Amazed?

2010-10-15T02:54:00.003+08:00

It appears like I'm going to be actively blogging again. Aye. So I deserve another warm welcome.

It feels weird that after so many years, I randomly thought of writing on this blog again. I thought this sunk deep in the ground with Britney who can't even sing or Justin Bieber who sings like a dying giraffe... but anyway...

I hope people still land to this site by accident. I should try spamming again or paying African refugees to promote this site to population groups who can find things written on this site useful. This is an amazing beauty, a perfect example of me at my purest.

As you may have observed, I am stupid enough to buy a fucking domain to forward this site from. The thing here is that it looks fun having my name on the URL address bar -- all for the love of own self.

I'm too sleepy to think of something to add. Here's wishing myself a trippy blogging journey for more years ~~again~~.

Later.

Limang Taong Pagbabago

2009-10-28T19:35:00.003+08:00

Makabagong disenyo ang naisip ko ngayong magnonobyembre. Jologs na kasi yung tinetema sa araw ng mga patay ang blog layout. (DISCLAIMER sa mga feeling foreigner kong mambabasa: Ganun kasi kaming mga pinoy, kung ano nalalapit na okasyon, kitang kita ang paglalarawan nito sa aming buhay.) Tumatak din sa isip ko ang pinananiniwalaan ng mga santong "Simplicity is beauty." Mahirap talagang maging simple. Lalo na pag sosyal ka.

Sa ngayon, ganto muna ang itsura ng blog na ito para kunwari simple. Pinaparating ko sa bawat monitor ninyo ang isang makabagong version na mas astig pa kay Bamboo.

Ika-apat na Version: Pakikipagsapalaran ng Isang Chismoso.

Hanep.

Marami akong tinext na kapwa manunulat kung ano'ng mas mabangong titulo. Kaso wala akong tiwala sa mga sinabi nila e. May natanggap akong suhestyon na ang ilagay ko raw ay "Paradigm Shift", naisip ko naman e masyadong hindi ako. Unang una, bastos ang bibig ko. Pangalawa, bruhong bitch daw ako sabi ng mga kaibigan ko. Hindi nababagay sa'kin ang masyadong prim and proper na titulo.

Anyway.

Oo nga shit, ngayon lang nag-sink in sa'kin na limang taon na pala akong nagsusulat. Sa pagpihit ng oras, naisulat ko na yata ang buong lovelife ko sa blog na 'to. Naisulat ko na rin ang mga losers na pinaplastic ko sa pamamaraang paggamit ng metaphors. Kasama na dun ang lovelife ng kapitbahay ko sa tatlong lalawigan at ang naguumapaw na pakikipagsapalaran ko sa tadhana. Pati yata yung overpricing sa panahon ni Erap sinulat ko rito. Naks, as if may point no?

Oh well papel.

Sa ikaapat na version na ito i-expect n'yo na ito ang mga mababasa n'yo.

1. Mga reklamo pa rin sa hindi nagbabagong sistema ng gobyerno.
2. Syempre lovelife ko pa rin. May lovelife na ulit ako. Yes! May nabaliw na rin finally.
3. Mga chismis sa paligid. Hindi ko talaga alam kung bakit ang sarap makipagchismisan. As in.
4. Hindi pa rin mawawala yung mga pangyayari sa buhay kong RAK!
5. At ang mga party na dinadaluhan ko.
6. At recently, tungkol sa pag-aaral na minedyo kinakarir ko.

Patuloy kayong magbasa (sige na, kesa naman puro xtube ang binabrowse n'yo...) at umantabay sa kung anumang maisipan ko.

Mula ngayon... :)

iBLOG

2009-08-22T19:13:00.003+08:00

It's actually quite amazing to realize that I still know this site. More important than that, I still remember my log-in details. I thought this astral crash pad closed a few months ago. It's like a robot on self-destruct mode, idled for you-know-well-how-long.

Okay, I just deleted a paragraph while writing this thing because I found myself purely talking about the life of Madonna or people I least care about.

Hey, I loved writing. I used to cut classes to write about my non-fab life. I reckoned. All I did was to rant.

Was I a good blogger?

Regardless, this place surprised me. After browsing my archives, I recalled I've been writing for 5 damn-chorizowacko years.

And I'm coming back to this space where I once felt comfy. And I know I did a bad post. But hell, who cares?

You Suffocate Yourself With Fart, Then What?

2009-03-23T14:36:00.004+08:00

Consuming almost 1/3 of your life (or 1/2 if you smoke or fuck prostitutes everyday and get a multimillion variation of STD) in school is definitely a waste. Our most beloved teachers forcefed us with a lot of wasted info we don't even need. Our loving parents have gone through shit just to send us to school, (which in turn we're conscientiously obliged to help and love them forever).

Look, we don't have to know the entire Bible or the laws of motion or memorize the periodic table of elements or dissect a frog and pin their gross parts in a tray. We don't actually need them to our career paths. In my opinion, knowing just enough (like gaining the skill to read, write ABCs, knowing curses and being aware that having sex in public is bad) is enough. Everyone wasted like 12 years (2 years kindergarten, 6 years in elementary level, and 4 years in high school) or 13 years if you come from a sosyal school (7 years in elementary level) [info does not apply on repeaters]. I personally believe we can compress everything for 6 years. We just go to school every other year and the rest we learn how to be good citizens of the Philippines or a concerned environmentalist of a well-polluted planet or I dunno, help mama sell tilapia or work out so everybody won't develop big tummies and flabs or be concerned with their own appearances. Then here comes college, a crashing pressure where every powertripping instructors expect us to meet our deadlines, force us to produce a newspaper in 3 days, a film in 2 weeks or a thesis in a month. I think we have a disorganized system of education.

People, we just work for a paper and a sought-after title. How come we couldn't jump right through it whenever we're ready. Why can't we spend all our years mastering what we truly want? It's tiring to feed your brain with raw information and then what, it just stays there for good without use.

Our own culture, education and traditions inhibit our maximum capability to develop. This is why people only taste their success during what... their forties? Aspirants on the medicine field only become doctors during their cancering stage. People become lawyers when their bones become brittle. Why can't we be successful degree-holders @ 18 or less? Why can't we become CEOs, managers, doctors @ 20? Every tradition, system, protocol or way we have acquired from our ancestors devours the entirety of our educational life and career.

And who am I? I'm this credible asshole who just spent almost 20 years bowing on books. Then what?

Dinosaur

2009-02-17T23:49:00.003+08:00

I went to a steakhouse earlier and ate some meat. This is not just meat. It's MEAT. Sometimes, when you want to achieve a goal of having a great bod, you need to be very dedicated with your goal. My fitness trainer told me I need at least almost 140g of protein everyday! No wonder aswangs have a brawny shape.

Some Breaking News I Got From Yahoo!

2008-12-17T11:56:00.002+08:00

Microsoft warns of Internet Explorer security flaw

ABC - December 17, 2008, 1:50 pm

Users of the world's most common web browser have been advised to switch to another browser until a serious security flaw has been fixed.

Internet experts say the flaw in Microsoft's Internet Explorer could allow criminals to take control of people's computers and steal their passwords.

Microsoft is investigating the problem and preparing an emergency software patch to resolve it.

The unusual step of issuing an emergency fix is due to take place on Wednesday.

Internet Explorer is used by the vast majority of the world's computer users.

The BBC reports that the firm released a security alert, stating, "Microsoft is continuing its investigation of public reports of attacks against a new vulnerability in Internet Explorer."

It's thought other browsers, such as Firefox, Opera, Chrome, Safari, are not vulnerable to the flaw Microsoft has identified.

A senior security advisor at Trend Micro, Rick Ferguson, is quoted as saying, "In this case, hackers found the hole before Microsoft did. This is never a good thing."

Mr Ferguson told the BBC, "If users can find an alternative browser, then that's good mitigation against the threat."

But Microsoft advised against take this course of action, adding that the firm was trying to get the issue resolved as soon as possible. Microsoft reportedly says only 0.02 percent of sites are affected, and only IE7 users appear vulnerable at the moment.

On Women

2008-12-10T10:01:00.002+08:00

I got it from a random mail. Might as well share with you to warn you about women. These things are so true naman kasi. Hehe.

9 WORDS WOMEN USE (from mailbox)

(1) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.

(2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if
you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.

(3) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes.
Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.

(4) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't do It.

(5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh
means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you
about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)

(6) That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she
wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.

(7) Thanks: A woman is thanking you. Do not question, or faint; just say you're welcome. I want to add in a
clause here: This is true unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at
all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome' in this case, for that will bring on a 'whatever').

(8) Whatever: Is a women's way of saying F*cK YOU!

(9) Don't worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has
asked a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's
wrong?' For the woman's response refer to # 3.

Then You Came

2008-12-04T22:45:00.002+08:00

It was like an earth-shattering encounter for me. I was contented the way I see you smile. You smile like an angel. You mesmerized me like God knows how deep. I wished that I could be there every second of the day with you. I was controlling everything that's happening inside of me. It's a dream to be with you. It's a wish that I never expected to be fulfilled. It's an undying satisfaction to just simply look at you. I admired you each time you speak. Your voice sounds like a grand lullaby. It simply turns my world upside down. I had a wishful vision, but I did not anticipate even a slightest reciprocation. I call that an unconditional admiration.

Then you came. At first, I want to just bang my head on the wall (you just don't know how happy I am). I feel that everything is surreal. I'm like dreaming. I'm like floating on clouds.

It is you. You are making my days timeless. You are creating a realm of fantasy in my everyday reality. You are dispelling all enchantments and you make it a "magic-made-real".

You are the happiness I've always wished for.

No questions asked.

You're something that every person should be lucky about. You're a blessing. You're the provident of my daily joy. You sparkle like an angel. I wish that each time we're together, our hearts intertwine.

Anxiety dominates me in a weird way. I just love you this much... and I know I'll love you more on the days to come.

PS:

Kahit makulit ako at late parati, salamat sa pag-intindi. Ang pagmamahal mo'y hindi kasing jologs ni Sarah. Ikaw ang Sharon Cuneta sa buhay ko. Megastar. Haha. Corny.

Of Ultrasonic Heritage

2008-12-02T01:25:00.003+08:00

I make my audience believe that I am the least caring guy in terms of complication. I live in a world of spontaneity and irony. I am sarcastic, impulsive and rude. I am also a reserved, uptight introvert. I never listen. I never conform with properly organized protocols of all variations. For me, having a basis is like putting your life in a sequestered area whereas everything SHOULD be normal.

Then there was light. It was like a voice beating the uber irritating market bystanders' ranty shouts.

Now I know I need to be happy. And I know where to start. Really. Figuratively, heart is quite the last voice I used to believe I should hear. Apparently, it's not the issue now. It has proven its worth not as a villain but as a reliable worthy basis of happiness.

A Letter That Was Never For You

2008-11-21T09:26:00.002+08:00

You. Yes you. It's a miracle. It's so unusual for you to find my little sanctuary.

You may have read this after our break-up or a month after our break-up. It will be a blessing if you happen to come across this post during our "term" is still on. Glad you made your way to this site on your own.

From this time on, I anticipate that this relationship will not last if we won't adjust for each other. If we're still together by the time you read this, then good. If we break up, I'm fed up.

What YOU don't understand about me:

1. When I wake up, I would usually check my phone. A simple Hi! could jumpstart my day.

2. I want someone who will do small exclusive creative efforts to make me feel loved.

3. I really would like to receive a letter as a simple gift every month. I love reading letters.

4. I want you to be proud of me. I want the whole world to know it.

5. I hate it when you have a lot of time to improve on other things when you can't even make a tuna sandwich for me. I mean it figuratively.

If we're still together by the time you read this, maybe you have changed. Or maybe when you had the chance to read this, I've moved on and currently happy with my life alone (or with another one).

*Written November 21, 2008 (a day after the lame celebration)*

I Still Give A Fuck

2008-10-24T23:35:00.002+08:00

The shining shimmering splendid mornings are usually teamed up with a glass of milk. In my case, you've got to bloody know what I'm bloody addicted to because it's a bloody bloody jumpstarter of my mornings..

It's not a person. It's not a pet. And fucking goodness, not Superman. But almost.

Meet "The 4400":

And even if you call me a freak, I still give a fuck about The 4400. And I still think it's the best series ever shown on a tube.

Centre

2008-10-18T07:28:00.002+08:00

Fugly Powertripping Rabbi

Once/twice/(or maybe x raised to n times) in our life, we encounter these retards. These aliens have nothing else to do but to scold our faces and ridicule our puny little works. They have no souls. Infact, they have already made their monumental merits in limbo. They showcase hatred, stupidity and bitterness in a lovely package. They are the people who put our supposed-to-be-enjoyable-college/highschool-life into a sweet bowl of misery. They are the instructors from hell.

They deserve nothing but to be infested with a swarm of fungi, boils and tapeworms. They deserve to pee booger bits.

And I have something for them:

Kiss. My. Beating. Asshole.

Renaissance DeJa Vu

Life is not a very long theater performance. I don't get it when people pull too much emotions from themselves. And I don't really think that it's productive to do that. It's annoying. Really. I hate drama queens. We don't live in a Shakespearean era. We live in a world where a lot of fucktards are harsh. If things aren't working right, may it be work-related or personal, I have two words for you. Move on.

Man, this is real life we're talking about. Put on your safety jacket if you can't handle the pain. Crying over mama's not gonna work. The real-life irony is pumping live.

\
PS:
There's a line that I used to love:

"I never get mad. I get even."

But of course, I've changed. Ha ha.

Dimethyl Ketone and Crawl Center

2008-09-18T17:40:00.004+08:00

You know how it feels when you are forced to enter in a limbo of jargon where you can't find enlightenment? I do.

Early this morning, there were 5 random foodcourt bystanders who stormed my peaceful table in the foodcourt. (In case you haven't noticed, you can always find my shadow inside the foodcourt. Pigging out is your last resort when you feel lonely, you know?) They were talking about letters which I found later that they were call center acronyms. I was like, they have their own lingo that I've been deprived of. That's super unfair. On a good note, they're lucky I don't explode like Anabelle Rama. I have cornick-shooting talents and I can fire my siomai in their hifaluting-suffocating mouths in a split-second.

Segway lang: Prison Break 4 is all over the internet! Tayo na't magdownload! I have already watched the first four episodes of season 4. Astig!

Anyway, going back to the callcenter jargon topic, I have a housemate who works in a call center pala and she's a regular blogger. Haha.

Sorry Mamcy.

And I love her like Spongebob loves Patrick.

I have this classmate who confessed to me that she admires me because I sing good. I never sing inside class. Not even along the campus hallways.

But then I remembered.

And I got offended.

I was singing the condensed chemical structure of acetones. Lol, and she thought I was actually singing a ballad or something.

That's how I love Organic Chemistry eh.

The Teletubbies are Selfish

2008-09-17T20:18:00.003+08:00

About the title of the post:

No, it's not James Blanco. Like I'd rather eat dinuguan than write about him (a filipino dish that I find a mortal sin to eat.) I just can't think of a good title for this post. And yes, sorry for the late update. I'm too busy counting stars.

Jollibee

No, I'm not yet starving and that desperate to write about Jollibee here in my blog. Though I know I'm the king of bias because I find love in McDonald's. Anyway, I'm as busy as a bee. So it partly adds up to my lazy blogging attitude that delays my regular post. That's how dedicated I am! Oh your gulay if you get a below 85 midterm grade on a minor subject. That's like breaking the law of nerdism. But don't worry because our economy is worse. The fluctuation of my grades is way commendable than the fluctuation each ass could ever experience from a gaga economy. They are like lightyear-away buddies.

TL

Jolina is the man. I never thought that a song I used to abhor since thumbsucking days will be very mabenta sa akin. The lyrics imply Grade F but she made the fad about TL so I don't care. She still rocks. Too bad my realization took 10 years to roll.

Carmen Sue

No, I'm not a fan of her. Oh god. Why did I include her here? She's cute though.

Peaceout.

Wait parang ang jologs yata. What's with peaceout? Gulay, those were like overused jargons during the gwapings and Andrew E epoch.

Women.

I can't understand women. I have straight women friends who share their daily dose of sanity. I don't know, I just can't relate.

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SA UNIVERSITY FOODCOURT:

Kikay Friend #1: "Uyyyy... alam mo ba yung classmate ko sa Botany na kinukwento ko sa'yo... kinausap akoooo!!! OMG!"

Kikay Friend #2: "Talaga? Shettttt, ang haba ng hair mo!"

Author (Me, of course): "Uy Kikay Friend #1, kelan yung deadline ng written report natin kay Sir Dho?"

*nanginterrupt*
Kikay Friend #2: "Nakita ko siya dito sa foodcourt nung Monday. Girlfriend n'ya yata yung kasama nya."

Kikay Friend #1: "Ano ka? Nakita ko sa friendster single siya no.

Author: "Kikay Friend #2, tara samahan mo naman ako, bili tayo ng lunch."

*nanginterrupt*
Kikay Friend #1: "I'm sure friend nya lang yun!"

Kikay Friend #2: "Pero mare mas maganda ka!"

Author: "Sabi ko nga eh, hindi ako nag-eexist."

---

Why can't women multitask when talking about boys?

Teletubbies?

Where are they when you need them the most? Haha.

Kafagwan

2008-09-14T06:20:00.003+08:00

KAFAGWAN
by: John Andrew Yap

Luntiang langit ibig mong ibilad
Sa katauha'y higit na magara ang tansa
Iyong diwang di masapatan
Pag-asang iyong hangad ay giniba

Dalisay mong paglaya'y isang ala-ala
Binuga, inalab, kinalat palusob sa alapaap
Isang hudyat ng iyong paglisan
Dalangin mong munti, minsang di naagap

Kisig mong sandigang gumuho
Limot na pagkamarikit, di na niligoy
Pag-ibig mong binalik ng patalukbong
Kasabay sa pagpigtal na duyang iyong inugoy

Magmakaawa ma'y di sapat
Tulad ng isang mayang dumausdos sa bangin
Kinadenang paglaya na inasam
Na walang umibig ni-isang dinggin

Sunurang panaghoy mong pasugal
Na isang mukha lamang ang binida
Pagkatalo sa larong walang kapanalunan
Sa lupang pilit hinubad ng salaula

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Sa mga KJ na hindi maintindihan kung ano ito, it's all about Baguio. Kafagwan ang dating pangalan ng Baguio. The author was just bored when this poem was written.

What you've read above is a poem that could move anyone (ewan ko lang kung namove kayo with my work). Nastress sa poem ko na walang laban ang nature against human beings (lalo na sa pagiindustrialize ng Baguio). Nasisira na kasi ang natural na kagandahan ng Baguio eh.

Not all the time naman I have to be sosy.

Kala n'yo hindi ko kayang magsulat ng tula sa wikang Filipino ha. O ano kayo ngayon?

Panis.

I rock. I know.

2008-08-29T00:42:00.004+08:00

Fine.

I have seen people finding their so-called perfect partner. And I'm some teenage mutant loser who still haven't settled with someone.

But what's really the big deal?

I mean I'm young. I still have a lot to accomplish. I still have a lot of fantasies to daydream. Ladies and gentlemen (if gentlemen still exist), we are living in 2008 not 1980. We don't need an everyday romantic serenade to ant our underwears. We can pretty much survive without these relationships. And this statement came from a non-bitter man. Baka kasi sabihin n'yo bitterbitteran ako.

I have nothing against relationships, or even successful relationships. It just pisses me off when people keep on asking why I'm single.

One. I haven't seen the one that I'm looking for.
Two. I'm not yet ready to start over again. I haven't copy-pasted the lines to start with.
Three. Actually, I can't give another reason. Just let me be.

What's the point of committing to someone when you are not prepared for it? That's bull.

Take time. Take time to love yourself fully. If you are not yet on the right shape to be an other half of someone, then don't push yourself to be. It is not a race for survival. You were born single. We were born single.

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THE BOTTOM LINE IS:

It's f*ckin okay to be single.
~~(As long as you kick ass.)~~

Live your life perky because you love it. Don't be a such a boob noob on love. It will come to you.
Claro?

Tres

2008-08-28T01:58:00.003+08:00

The version tres of this blog. I hope you guys like it. :)

Uno. Dos. Tres.

Let the geek in me play the beat of his generation.

Later.

Something Divine

2008-06-30T14:58:00.004+08:00

I am not used with this.

I wake up early in the morning, read notes, do assignments ahead of time, review whatever is in the module a week in advance.

There's something terribly odd that's lingering on my head, or worse, on my system.

Signs:

** I hate the fad. I usually love opposing it. But no, not the retarded way like jolog-people do. I DON'T -- wear thick eyeglasses, tote Sharon Cuneta notebooks, eat packed lunch, build charisma by soliloquy, love Bob Marley as if reggae is a life-changing genre (which annoyingly talks all about marijuana or something illegal creeps do), attempt to save mankind from extra-terrestrial domination, or the like. I don't live in a frumpish, left-behind self-world. I am just living my life properly.

Properly as in.
As in properly.

Or whatever.

** I'm starting to sing, for a reason I don't want to know, everytime I poop. I know people sing inside the bathroom. BUT never when they're flapping sheets of waste in a holy bowl.

** I'm doing a lot of Rubix Cube job lately. I do it as soon as the sun hits my face in the morning.. and during breaktime.. and during the times that you obviously don't have to know. (I'm referring to something non-sexual. Spare me from your insane, dirty, impure minds.)

** I see myself as a good person now. People think I'm less combustible lately. Anger management works. You should all try it.

And boom!... that ends my June. A change.

Irregardless of these things, I still want to kill Tweety.
See no evil. Bwehehe.

Not Another Hate Post

2008-06-29T23:23:00.002+08:00

Articles usually contain rants. If not, they usually start a flaming argument.

People keep on ranting. They keep on blaming other parties. IE, people blame the government for overspeeding increase of the price of goods, fuels. No, I appreciate all writers', critics' effort. I just observe a lot lately. And most of the ideas thrown, were all literally thrown.

Why can't we just calm down and mind our own business? There's no such thing as a visible complaint. There's no such thing as an outstanding critique. Life-changing, earth-shattering statements couldn't even shoot a shrug from whoever anonymous f*ck they were addressed.

Everyone's blind, insensitive in today's world. Everyone's too busy to become selfless. They are all too selfish to function.

Look, even if I post a million hate articles here in my blog, it wouldn't change communism to democracy, sleezy porn sites to religious icon fansites, Britney Spears to sing reggae, or even Barbie wearing Barong Tagalog.

Sure thing it may put a release to whatever we feel. Freedom of speech as all worthy thinkers may claim.

But those excuses, please...they were buried during the 80s. Those attempts? Please. They will never be heard.

Spread love.
And love what you think.

Random Cinco

2008-06-12T17:36:00.003+08:00

1. People are so crazy about friendster spells.

Exempli Gratia:

"Blah blah message. (Then some sort of whatever far-out civilian lingo follows.)

You should actually repost this. If you don't, your ultimate crush will never ever say hi to you even in 5 million lifetime attempts. If you repost this, you'll be together. You guys will be married and uhm... you'll have like 100 trillion babies."

Well.

I tried it once.

I find it very lame.

I felt stupid for a week or two. Boo.

2. Butterflies are getting extinct, I think. I am starting to love them lately since this pollution era where our souls stand is full of insane haters who hate haters and creatures and the government and school and projects and work and Mariah and Dumbo or even Barney.

3. I honestly haven't mastered my cam angles. I delete my bad shots. But..but..BUT I never go to the point wherein people edit their pictures just to conceal the imperfections. Like they put the hue or contrast up to a bazillion lightyears away from the original.

4. It's unbelievably possible to fart while sneezing. You should try it. It's the best feeling in the world.

5. Rudy Fernandez, may you rest in peace.

Weird but I thought of Rosa Rosal as I end this post.

Later.

Nerfed Wishes: Steps to a Successful Paradigm Suicide

2008-04-28T17:07:00.003+08:00

My life is nerfed, bugged. I've never felt so lonely in my life. Everything seems to be out of reach. Nobody seems to care. I feel that I'm deprived of attention. Now this is the ultimate home alone fever. Ironically, it started summer. I just wish I felt it sooner when the temperature dropped crazy like the arctic.

I've been through series of emotional slams like an avalanche from Mt. Everest. These were preserved snow and mountain debris slammers that hit me. Everyone inside a 5-km radius would know what I've been going through. And believe me, this is what we truly call mental mutilation. Now I'm just wishing that these are like those flipflops that I could bat the way out of my life.

Anyway, flipflops are out of the topic.

But still, things are terribly complicated.

And it's causing me way too much drama, ~~and I'm not enjoying it for f*cksake or so.~~

I just need some loving.

I recently received a horrible quote. "The easiest things to give are the hardest things to see." The thought of it is driving me nuts. Pfft.

Now that everything's messed up with my life, I need to start fixing it.
I need to start from Chapter 2, Day 1.

On Beauty and Geekdom

2008-03-12T12:26:00.004+08:00

It's like a bullet f*cking a thread fast.

In a few moments, I'll be taking up my final examinations in some of my minor subjects. I don't know why I feel this but the feeling is just surreal. It's a mixed feeling of excitement to finally get out of the fog-filled possibility of failing (because I know I am going to pass hopefully) some units. Anyhoo, it's a great thing that I've stood up to this part.

Take note, I've spent countless hours on studies and x+x+x*x raised to x time allowance for any given random exam. I don't know why do we have to take this the hard way. I cannot say that we should abnormally neglect academic responsibilities. That's so not hot.

That's why I envy the happy-faced Jollibee. Gee.

And it somehow feels sick. I know, right?

The trend today becomes more exciting. People seem to search for the brainiacs. I firmly believe that this makes sense. Who would want to be with someone who can't even spell Armani? Who would want to be with someone who simply doesn't know Bill Gates, or someone who can't compute for the value of x in x+2=4? I love to see people getting turned off with their stupid dates. I want to kill a lamb and offer it to the almighty. Things are on the right place. Finally.

Sweeties, this is a harsh world. And the era for superficial thinking is almost over. People seem to get the idea that everything is just too odd. People are getting out of the lame thinking. Let us empower our genes anyway. Our country needs a lot of brains than a lot of cute confused dolls. Beauty is now just a bonus.

No, don't get me wrong. I would still love to see gorgeous people around.

Now for Jollibee, I don't know. I loved him eversince. Let's spare the bee from the topic. I know you want it too. :)

Kinetik

2008-03-08T22:58:00.002+08:00

Minsan natitripan kong magsulat sa wikang Filipino.

Tulad ngayon. Adik eh.

ANO BANG BAGO?
Mga walang kwentang bagay na bigla na lang bumubulaga sa utak kong rak.

1. Sabi nila may tumalon daw sa UC 5th floor. Sabi ng iba, nalaglag daw dahil nakikipagharutan. Ang likot naman. 50/50 tuloy ang inabot.

Wag na nga nating pag-usapan yan. Baka makarma ako e. Jusmiyo. (OMG sa Inggles...)

2. Simula na ng huling pagsusulit sa makalawa. Ang mga estudyante nasa Nevada Square. Kumusta naman yun?

(Inggit lang siguro ako kasi sino ba naman ang matutuwa na nasa bahay lang at nag-aantay bagsakan ng tae ng kalapati ni Hudas.)

3. Maraming batang namamalimos ngayon. Napansin ko lang ha. Kinarir.

Walang kwentang post itigil na. Eto ang resulta ng utak na walang tigil kakaisip kung paano magkakaron ng world peace. Asa.

Surmounting Teh Insignificant

2008-02-26T20:46:00.002+08:00

Bull. We are finally hopping onto the better side of the road. It was a hard, long, rocky path for all. Woohoo~ We're done with this case presentation and we don't have to re-defend. We could slouch, sit, smoke freely, eat enough meals, create an online avatar, trek Mount Everest and play piko happily. It's an unexplainable joy of getting the f*ck out of this wormhole. It's time to celebrate. Gee, it's not like Apocalypse or whatever.

*calms*

After the hormone-freezing defense and after a pile of empty liquor bottles, I'm sanely back to my own system. It's hard to think of Angelina Jolie or some hollywood hottie when you're experiencing social life deprivation and mental harrassment by submerging and crying over a dumpsite of survey forms, ugly community gossip queens, rude impatient life-threatening stray dogs and who could ever forget the shit-inspired breeze of Lower Dagsian Scout Barrio (aka you-may-not-want-to-be-enrolled-in-a-torture-class city). I'll miss our yosi days in the f*cking barrio.

I'm just so not over it. I can't believe it's done.

Anyway, there's a lot to come after the big day. Actually, the time for reggae-loving isn't there yet. Finals should be bringing doomsday to all soon. I should be very afraid. Teehee~

But we're getting there. Almost.

How To Sniff A Quarter-Pounder Burger (Post-Breakup Drama)

2008-02-19T15:03:00.006+08:00

Okay, so I'm slowly gaining my mood back. It was nice to see some people leaving comments. (I HONESTLY HEART YOU GUYS.)

It was a painful, sorrowful lost, moment of 6 months that passed through my timeline. I had a major heartache (yuck, the term doesn't even suit me). To be honest, I feel like I'm lost between two back-to-back pages of a creepy notebook with scribbled writings of a furious cheap local antagonist horror queen. You wouldn't want to know how I've spent my 2008's first day. It was a mess.

Yosi nga.

After a month or two of sobbing out loud, I got hit with some solid concrete whatever and I'm back to the sane times. Sometimes, we need to set aside our emotions in order to function effectively. I cannot even write the complete lyrics of Lupang Hinirang. Oh boy, I could bet my lifetime insurance that I physically looked like a retard then.

See.

But then again, it's time to forget about the past. What makes a painful breakup is our pitiful regrets and those "good memories", not actually the bad ones.

I would love to become a love martyr like those hopeless helpless pathetic housegals we see in some movies.

But no way.

It is a fuckin' punishment.

Sabi nga sa kanta: "There's a danger in loving somebody too much."
Jologs magmahal. Jologs din ang magiging itsura mo pagkatapos makipaghiwalay.
Saka sino ba siya para iyakan. People come and go. It is a sarcastic inevitable truth.

There's no need and no time to rant. This will be the last. I'm very happy now with my life. Gone, 2 months of shit. Gone, almost a year of regret.

Jologs.

Black Blogging

2008-02-19T14:57:00.002+08:00

I've been busy lately. Meaning, my blog life nearly died. It's good to be back. :)

A lot of insignificant things happened. Now, I'm just an elbow away from a stressful week.
This blog account has existed through time (I think since 2004). I'll be posting updates shortly after internalizing the uninternalized. Geez.

I have to gain my blog mood badly.

Greek Greetings

2007-08-29T03:02:00.000+08:00

I just suddenly felt it's time to spill something about myself.

It was so odd of me: Curling up pronated on my bed, thinking about the greatest bands of the 90s and popping out of nowhere with a delayed blog post. Knowing how sporadically spontaneous I get with blogging, I am not surprised. So there. Hello.

It's a good start of the late evening-early morning boundary. It's past 3:00 in the morning and everyone's snoring their lungs out. I'm stuck in the middle of mountain ranges with my laptop and irresponsible, unorganized thoughts to write. Everything in Philippines is just urgh, so plain (which also means in a polite way that it is f*ckin' lame and dull...) I stand and live proudly in a third world country with no less than fags, grafters, the destitute ones, the prostitute ones, the acute-faced ones and dermatologically elated socialites. For the mentally challenged people, I'm a crazy ranter. For the normal people, I'm just a poor boredom fruit.

What's new with my life? I'm no longer affiliated with the social world and I'm literally and figuratively forcefeeding myself with the art of "how's it like to be a scientific merman?". Now I tell you, seize every free moment you have because you do not know how insanely people live their insane lives (of course with a very very very hectic capital punishment of time pressure...)

Yassas.

Bless Korea

2007-06-28T23:05:00.000+08:00

오즈인을 위한 서비스 입니다. 궁금한 내용을 질문해 주세요.
회원님께서 질문하신 내용과 운영자의 답변을 이곳에서 확인 할 수 있습니다.
궁금증을 질문하시기 전에와 중복되는 내용인지 먼저 확인해 주시기 바랍니다.

Spongebob Moments No More

2007-06-25T16:53:00.000+08:00

I've been so busy in a god-knows-what schedule and I only got a velvet-so-heavenly armpit-to-armpit break time to puff some Marlboro Lights and yes, to inhale the sanity back to my system. If I'm not busy, I'm useless. I've been missing my basic self-taught yoga sessions so much and hours of soliloquy. All I get is a BS life and a BS purpose.

Now tell me.

After daydreaming in class earlier this morning, I found myself slouching in a comfy seat inside the university library. I got a very commendable stress management by means of playing an "Online Fishing Game" or masturbating. Oh spare me.

Jesus!

Now all I have is a redundant day-to-day routine of studying, sleeping and having coffee (or making babies which is optional...)

I need a break.

A Forcefeeding Sanity Comeback

2007-04-25T13:06:00.000+08:00

DISCLAIMER: This article that you're about to read will discuss my personal opinions on local political matters and if you get offended by the naked dark other half of politics, I don't care. Besides, everyone is entitled with his own freedom. If in any way you feel harassed, feel free close this window and get a life.

I was channel-hopping last night and I spotted my favorite political figure, Miriam Defensor Santiago. The first thing I did was I got a dictionary with me in case she threw one of her hifaluting metaphors/punchlines. The second thing I did was I kept my mouth shut and listen. Senatorial candidates for the upcoming May elections spend a little more than P200 million for campaign. This includes their nationwide campaign through tv/radio advertisements, posters, flyers and personal appearance for publicity sake: "I am blah blah promising a lot of blah blah when I occupy a seat in the senate." The said amount used for campaign is a no-joke sum of money. Why would one candidate spend a bit more than his salary? To help build a better society? That line so used. Admit it, 99% of the human population are selfish. A senator's pork barrel reaches around P200 million annually. If a senator gives up his pork barrel, it wouldn't be added to our national funds. Instead, it would just be grabbed by other grafters and corrupt officials for their own beneficial sake. The pork barrel is exclusive of the other funds being kept by senators in their own personal pockets. She said that when a senator is honest and God-fearing, he will only earn a little P200,000 per month. I believe that nobody will ever be 100% honest. Pure hearts are so 70s.

Integrity. Competence. Efficiency. These three values were stressed by Santiago to be considered by the mass/people to candidates of the senate. I wish Philippines good luck with its fate.

The least thing we could do is pray. Hoping for a change will be forever. We need mass amnesia to forget about what politics has taught us in the first place. Now everything will fall into fiction.

:)

Liberation Agenda & a Pringle-Mingle Monday

2007-04-24T12:29:00.000+08:00

I was so out of blog circulation for the past few days. To all my patient readers, I would like to thank you for your e-mails. I would like to clarify three things: I am still a model of blunt sarcasm. I am still evil. I am not dead.

Anyhoo... for the sake of information to people who may or may not be interested with my ass-inspired life, I am enrolled in school this summer. The effin scorching heat of the effin sun is turning me into a crumpled wrinkle-pea ingredient of a cheap corn snack. Good grief; - knowing the nosebleed doll that I am, I still manage to survive the VG summer. Tan is good but sunburns aren't. This is definitely not the cool way to appreciate summer.

To keep things in balance after all the mega-nega ultra annoying summer agonies, I AM NOW INDEPENDENT! My mom went to US and I'm all left alone. (No, I'm not a momma's boy but the idea of managing her local businesses takes my daily cerebral exercise up for an overwork) Yes, alone... :(
Independence has all its drawbacks. I just have to learn how to take it responsibly.

Monday, as many people would agree, is the best day to start a continuously fun week. I should've known better.

But the bottomline is we all have to chorus: "POLITICS SUCK!"
Anu raw?

Coherence out. Haha!

A Diary, An Uptown Geek, & 21st Century Crayons

2007-03-08T23:54:00.000+08:00

I prepared a temporary layout, since I can't stand reading on small fonts. It is more of a diary style. Cutesy as it may be, but it looks so kiddo and gurlash. Caring for a brandish and flashy layout is at the least of my priorities. I have a million dollar task of being a medical slave and a miserable geek must-be for the upcoming finals week. And guess what, I'm fucking excited to have a new set of shining shimmering splendid pimples. Bah!

I'm back to meat-sculpting every TThS. You don't have to lose vanity even at a groin-heat season. You shouldn't care if you're forcefed with school doomsday. Afterall, it feels so good to fail any subject because you look awesome. Nevermind the failing marks as long as you have a godly face. All I'm saying is, I'm back to living a healthy lifestyle. I took away all lighters, cig fantasies and alcohol away from me. Going to spa and gym are atop my list. Ergo, I must have been in a lot of bullshits.

*PFFT!*

Organic

2007-03-07T22:54:00.000+08:00

It's been a while, old babies. :)

My body and mind are stuck in different areas. My idea of pleasure has been getting into torture. Literally, I only have a little time for myself. I got my nose submerged in books since it's "FINALS". I am completing my notes for a highschoolish Physics subject because the professor required us to jot down notes for some tempting bonus points. Seems like our balls are attracted to the lame promo.

Now schooling needs total attention. Later.

2007-02-22T21:42:00.000+08:00

New Fuckin Layout

2007-02-16T03:15:00.000+08:00

Kung Hei Fat Choi.

uh...and I'm finally done with a simple layout. :)

Walang Titulo

2007-02-11T19:19:00.000+08:00

Minsan sa buhay natin, 'di maiiwasang mag-isip. Natagpuan ko ang aking sarili sa isang pagkalambot-lambot na sofa, medyo nakabukaka at nakanganga na parang timawa, nagmumuni-muni hinggil sa mga makubuluhang bagay at mga katarantaduhang nagawa ko. Naikukumpara ko na lamang ang mga ito sa pagkaaya-ayang pekeng demokrasya rito sa Pilipinas na mas peke pa sa piluka ni Eddie Gil. Yun nga lang, may mas malala pa pala sa sitwasyon ko. Ilang beses akong umibig, inibig, nagpaasa, napaasa, naloko, naglokohan, nakipagplastikan, nakipag-away, nang-away, inaway... pero nagpapasalamat ako sa mga taong dawit sa mga pangyayaring ito sa buhay ko sapagkat dahil sa inyo, natuto ako ng maraming bagay at kahit papaano, nag-aasal tao na ko. Nakakapag-aral na ako ng maayos di tulad ng dati na walang humpay ang inuman, pot sessions, gimik, kape, bilyar, at pusoy dos. Yan ang tinatawag na magandang panimula ng taon.

Isa lang talaga ang dapat mong itanong sa buhay mo:
Tang-ina umaayos na ba ang buhay ko?

Ang buhay, balibaligtarin mo man ang pananaw mo, masalimuot pa rin yan. Matuto lang nga sana tayo sa ating mga pagkakamali. Hindi lang sa buhay pag-ibig, saklaw na rin nito ang pag-aaral, buhay pamilya at pananampalataya. Huwag dibdibin masyado ang mga pagkakamali at sisihin ang sarili. Mayroon pang pagkakataon upang magbago. Bata pa tayo. Tang-ina wag tularan ang mga nagpapatiwakal. Mahal ang kabaong ngayon, kayo rin.

PS
Eto talaga da best:

Ang saya ng mga tao.

Nga pala... sa mga intsik na kaberks ko, kung magpapadala kayo ng tikoy gusto ko yung kulay tsokolate, ayoko ng puti.

On Confusions and Surprises

2007-01-31T22:47:00.000+08:00

CONFUSED...

Sometimes, I do soliloquy like a wicked witch in a clubber's outfit. I get into so much trouble from self-contemplating to the extremes. The idea of loving (like a new bag of contaminated popcorns) is like a burning shit that haunts me at night. There are times that I become so eager to actually "FEEL" being loved and loving back at the same time. I miss the feeling of having someone like a booger-distance away. From my past experiences, I think I finally grew stronger and I had created so much fear that I couldn't establish anymore and see myself pursuing another relationship. Yes, and things became so complicated that everything is like falling into a pile of confusion.

That's why I love blogging. It makes some things clear... and it also confuses my readers. :)

...and I'm still confused...

*frowns*

But no, I do not need anybody's aid with this matter.

SURPRISED...

The climate is turning the noodle out of me. I am curling up in bed feeling the semi-winter season in Baguio right now. I always get in and out of bed brainfrozen. Things are literally freezing. From my head to my toes (and to my shoulders..and to my knees.. corny), this sure is a frozen prune month. We're like puke-remnants from Japan that we enjoy so much the climate. Yes, wish for some snow. It adds up some emo-factor and I could shoot a perfect MTV Video of "Bluer than Blue"... or "Come Away with Me"... or err.. Haha! I love being 20. I'm like struggling for...well... forget it.

Before I forget things, I would like to thank my fabulous models (of this post). I so love you guys. You guys rock.

The Living World & Beyond

2007-01-12T10:55:00.000+08:00

Bad news: Social Hiatus & Proud Acne

I've been spending my early 2007 alone. I'm a no-paradigm of good breeding. From being an angel, I am self-mutating to a harsh and sarcastic loser. I've been acting so far-out. I have no lunch friends, no talking seatmates, no coffee buds. Picture this: Some nerd who opted to fly to antarctica and build an igloo with a truck of encycpledia. I walk alone along campus corridors. I sit and peacefully listen to the professor one on one as if nobody else is around. I get the highest scores/grades in class. I believe that others quote me as a disastrous pile of shit.

What really makes my week is acquiring a godly blessing of a brutally colossal pimple sitting comfy on my chin. It couldn't be worse than anything. Or it should be, at least.

Good news: You should actually forget this.

It's as gross as an outstanding fresh wet booger headline. I know now how to use a sphygmometer. WTF!?

Iskuwelahan, Sambayanan, Kalibugan at Shawarma

2006-12-18T12:17:00.000+08:00

Waw. Isa na namang filipino entry. Gudlak ulit sa akin.

Babala: Ang artikulong ito ay naglalaman ng mga salitang hindi nababagay para sa mga bata at sa mga isip-bata. Salitang tulad ng kantutan, putang ina, tira at tsupa. Exaggerated naman pala. Basta, Rated R post ito sabi ng DOH. :)

Shet, lakas ng tama mo Drew.

Pagpasensyahan niyo na. Lunes kasi at ang sarap magpretend na drogista. Hindi ka ba naiirita sa patalastas ng Knorr? Yung may chikaknorr, longkaknorr.. :D

Maiba tayo.

Ang sarap maging istudyante. Samu't sari ang nakakasalamuha mo araw-araw. Daig pa ang variasyon ng borloloy ni Jolina. Mayroon tayong mga elitista, sosyalera, jologs, punk, rakista at nerdy geeky na kaklase. Maraming asa sa gawain ng iba. Yung iba naman, walang pakialam sa mundo. Ang galing talaga ng oryentasyon ng bawat kultura sa lahat ng tao. Makikita mo ang pagkakaiba sa pansariling interes ng mga sosyal at jologs. Ang nakatutuwa pa lalo ay ang pag-apekto ng "social status" sa sining at panitikan. Ang mga sosyal may sariling paraan ng pananalita. Ito ay ang tinatawag na conio-slang: "It's like this kase, you know be the guy I dated dati. I heard from a kwento na he's like this pala. OMIGOD! Grabe, I never expected blah blah." Yes grabe ganun sila. Haha. Meron ding mga semi-sosyal: "How are you dude? I'm so tired, you know? Dude pare, you know? Ahm..you know?" Ang galing.

"San na u? Hintay me hir. Tagal u ha. Inip na me. Bilisan u. :(" "Hi poH szahn naH poh ikaw?" "Rock on. Piz out! Ciao. ^_^" Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Grabe tuwang tuwa ako pag nakakabasa ako ng mga ganyang text messages. Biruin mo, effort ang pagpapahirap sa sarili para makabuo ng sariling paraan ng pananalita. Ang galing ng mga pilipino. :) Mahusay magpalawak, magpayaman at magpalaganap ng mga salita.

Ilan kayang tao ang nagsesex ngayon? Kaya humihirap lalo ang Pilipinas, e. Ang alam lang ng mga tao ay kumantot. Pag dumami ang anak magrereklamo dahil walang mapalamon. Aba'y dugugang kalabasa, dapat tayo'y nag-iisip din kung may mararating ang mga padalos-dalos na gawa natin. Di na uso ang "LOVE WILL KEEP US ALIVE." Pupulutin ka sa talipapa niyan. Anu raw?

Bakit kaya dumadami na ang bakla sa mundo? Hindi naman sila nanganganak. Bihira lang ang nakabubuntis. Pero bakit kaya ang dami na? Shet mga bakla, lakas ng powers nyo! Globe subscribers kasi karamihan sa kanila. Baka ginawang posible ng Globe ang bawat hinaing na maparami at mapalaganap ang kabaklaan sa sanlibutan. Nagiging successful naman sila.

Type lang ako ng type. Hindi ko iniisip sinusulat ko. Pasensya na.

Laking Genoveva Edroza-Matute yata ako. Haha! Magboom tarat tarat na lang tayo. Yosi nga diyan.

Trust The Boys Within

2006-12-16T09:18:00.000+08:00

I've been experiencing so much pressure in life. After a stressful examinations week (and I practically spent 12 long hours of reviewing everyday), all I got is a set of pimples. I had four sprouting mouth ulcers after recovering from influenza days ago. What a painful life!

I've been LSSed with so many glorious songs. Where have all the glorious boys gone? Well, it's saaaad to be back in Baguio (I went to Manila for my grandmother's funeral). I feel the wind blowing hardly and it feels so lonely walking alone... without a hand to hold. Aww. That's just a fuckin bull priority. I've always dreamt and aspired of hating all the gorgeous guys around. It seems that they are too powerful to be conquered, too irresistable to be rejected.

Making memories of us: Yes, I went to Manila to meet someone special which has been a part of my life for more or less 2 years. :)

I know it's a fuckin big picture. Don't you just love it? Heehee. ^^
Don't you wish your boyfriend is hot like us? Haha.

And now things are getting crazier. Later.

My Life and Septic Tanks

2006-12-06T09:05:00.001+08:00

I've been missing in action these past few weeks.

UPDATES:

I met my ex last week. *****'s getting whiter and definitely hotter. I love you my angel! :)

Being single is a blessing. You get to spend more time with yourself. You get to enjoy more pancakes and cigarettes. You have more time smelling yourself. Yes, you have more time conquering others' heavens. (BLEH! YEECH...say what?)

My grandmother recently died last week. Her life support was taken out of her system (well, with her consent...)

Now, it's time to move on.

*bites a burger*

I got a perfect score in my preliminary examinations in almost all of my subjects. It's all effortless. Bragging big time, eh?

I sure got a hell of stinky life. ;p

Hyper na naman ako. I'm back to mood 100. :)

Acidic Variety

2006-11-13T23:07:00.000+08:00

I'm finally busy. I'm technically crawling my eyebrows up one level for school. I want to get my academics atop my priorities. Wow. That's something new for a sarcastic sheitte-bag like me. This time I need to be serious. Things are getting brain-cooking. I am so much thankful during the time that my paperworks are like three-minute instant noodles. In booger terms, "rushable".

Nyerks. I am honking like geese big time. Well I enjoy the pressure with my subjects. I'm feeling the moment, loving the insanity. Grabe. I don't actually eat lunch during Mondays. I have to spend my lab time from 10:30AM straight up to 3:30PM. It's really nice to starve just for school work. I'm developing a culture of whatever under my nose.

My professors are so salad-makers. They ask us to do everything that comes up in their head and forcefeed us with such an effin work and effin assignments. Such an effin life. Such an effin life. :(

So my blog is updated, and I am uhm.. unpredictable as always. I don't even understand what I'm writing. I'm like an elementary kiddo writing a diary.

What else? I'm near on being a human. Pray hard ha. :p

Yikes, I'm one of them na. Studies talaga the best. :)

Later.

Moving On

2006-11-09T08:49:00.000+08:00

I believe that this is the first time I had an entry here in my blog with an appropriate, rated A title. Anyhoo, a lot of things attempted to megamelt my cerebrum and somehow..(yes somehow) I still managed to survive. I don't have to be specific with what's going on. I want to keep things in private. I am free and living a fun fun fun joyful life.

I have much (as in exaggerated reality) more to get serious of. It's not healthy to stumble and be such a crying burger in mocha armpits. I mean there's no point of getting laid in a pool of so much depression if you could recondition your mind and be a superhero over your shattered balls.

Excuse me dear readers and fellow bloggers but I am still young. I have to reckon with several abandoned work.

I just want to take my serenity potions right now. I want to live a simple, stress-free, worry-free life.

Thanks to all my online friends who were with me through thick and thin, ups and downs, inside out, side by side with 18 anti-leak channels. Hahaha! =) Bisphrin, Pao, Steepahdeepahsupah and to my kakulitan na si Zye (para kaming twins). Kahit hindi nyo pa ko nakikita, salamat.

This guy needs some space away from the crowd. This guy wants a worth-breathing ground where roses and butterflies reside. Yuck. Cheesy volcano talaga ako.

And to my pare, thanks for being there. Thanks for being so patient hearing my situations (wala kasing solution eh) and with my never-ending dilemma of the bitter irony of the world.

Oh My Gas!

2006-11-05T12:08:00.000+08:00

Ang saya. Napagtripan kong magsulat sa Filipino. Grabe, pasukan na naman. Ang bilis umarangkada ng panahon. Walang preno. Nakakatakot ang walang humpay na mga balita at kung bibigyang pansin ay palala nang palala ang lagay ng gobyerno, ekonomiya, atbp. Malay mo magkaron ng pagbabago? Pero sa demokrasiyang patuloy na inaabuso at sa pamumunong bulok na mas bulok pa sa mga tuyong ebak sa Payatas, wala na yatang saysay ang mangarap at umasa pa sa pagbabago sa nasabing pagbabago ng ilang aspeto sa ating kapaligiran.

Ang akala ko, ang pagbabago ay nasa kanya-kanyang pananaw lamang. Akala ko lang pala. Iba pala talaga ang mundo.

Naaalala ko pa nung bata ako. Ang kaligayahan ko ay umupo sa pagkalambot-lambot na bean bag na pwede mong hulmahin ng kung anuman, at ang sarap nitong upuan. Hip ang pagkakaroon ng ganoon nung kapanahunang ito. Kala n'yo. Uupo ako habang pumapapak ng Corn Bits o sumisipsip ng Tivoli habang nanonood ng Takeshi's Castle. Paniwalang paniwala nga tayong mga batang gunggong na si Anjo Yllana talaga yung hari ng nasabing kastilyo. Pautot lang pala.

Nung medyo lumaki-laki na ako, iba na ang gusto ko. Hilig ko na ang makipaghabulan sa ibang bata. Uso noon ang langit-lupa. Madaya akong kalaban. Hilig ko rin ang makipagsuntukan pag tinutukso na "pantot" ng aking mga ka-prikidam. Haha. Sino ba naman makakalimot ng mga gantong oras sa kanyang buhay?

Tapos nauso ang Playstation. Grabe, mangiyakngiyak ako pag pupunta ng SM. Ayaw kasi akong ibili ng erpats ko ng PS. Pinatunayan ko na lamang ang aking galing sa pag-aaral. Ayun, naawa siguro at binili rin ako. Syempre ito ang panahon ng Final Fantasy 7, Legend of Legaia, Legend of Dragoon, Resident Evil, atbp. Gabi gabi, ito ang dahilan ng pagkapuyat ko. Karirin ba naman bawat laro.

Manonood ka ng mga patalastas. Makikiuso ka sa iba. Bibili ka ng Suave na ang ganda dahil kulang nalang itlog at kalan, liliyab na buhok mo at TADAN, may pritong itlog ka na. Nandiyan din ang Master Eskinol na nanunog ng mukha ko dati. Bumili rin ako ng Likas Papaya na pampaputi ng singit, kilikili at ang mga tinatago diyan. Nauso rin ang pagbili ng K-Swiss, Dickies na pantalon at Breakdown na shirt. Mahilig din ang mga tao noon sa mga panliligaw na supot. Ihatid mo lamang sa "service" ang babae, sasagutin ka na within one week. Ang saya.

Nung tumanda tanda na ng konti, nauso naman ang mga cellphone. Galante pa mga tao noon. Kung magload tatlu-tatlong daan, pataas. Ang uso pang phone ay yung Nokia 3210 na isinisingit palagi sa patalastas sa MTV. Naks, teleponong walang antena? Okay yun ah. Eh di ako namang si mokong, nagpabili. Nakakalibang nga naman ang pagtetext. Nauso rin ang drop call. Mga kabataan nga naman o, basta may paraang pandaraya at pagtitipid, kahit magmukhang tanga gagawin pa rin.

Ang bilis ng panahon. Ang daming pagbabago. Ano ba talaga ang gusto mo? Ito na ba talaga ang direksyon mo sa buhay?

Magdasal ka at mag-alay ng itlog sa iyong Bathala. Sana magkaron pa ng mabuting pagbabago ang mundo at ang buhay ng lahat.

(Naks talaga. Kulelat talaga ako pag nagsusulat sa Filipino. TH ang puta.)

Club Animalia

2006-10-28T09:09:00.000+08:00

I've been enjoying it whenever I feel so furious about things. It gives me an idea how I control minimal anger close to eating homo sapiens. Sometimes it convinces me that we truly belong to kingdom animalia. We're no different from four-legged animals. We just know what or who to fuck or to mess up with.

I bought a DVD compilation of the old X-Men animated series. It's quite fascinating and a little bit nostalgic watching Wolverine ripping sentinels apart. I'm missin' much of the days I thumbsuck. What a sucker...

Guess what makes my day. Tissue-flood. I got some big time nasal-abusing virus (humans call it "colds"), and it's effin irritating me. Gah! WTF.

Bluer than blue. Sadder than sad. Poor animal. :(

My Hips & Hippie Culture

2006-10-19T08:01:00.000+08:00

Hippie culture has been invading my armpits for a week. I'm dying (trying hard, mega!) to be one. I love the fashion, style and way of living of this 1960s subculture.

Their lingo's uber cool. I got some o' them from Wikipedia:

hep, hippy, hippy = open eyes, knowledge, wisdom, well informed, up-to-date, to open one's eyes, be aware of what is going on. Usage: "He is hip to the scene." "He's a true hippy."
cat, -kat = friend, fellow, suffix denoting a person. Usage: "He is one crazy cat."
hep-cat = person who understands, common phrase used in 1960s. Usage: "He's a hep-cat."
dig, deg, dega = understand, appreciate, pay attention. Usage: "You dig what I'm saying?"
honk, honky = white, pink, pale. Used to refer to white people. Usage: "How's it hanging, honky."
boo, bogus, bunk = fake, deceit, fraud. Usage: "This game is bogus."
jive, jaiv = lie, trick. Usage: "Don't jive me, fool."
cool = calm, controlled, slow. Translation of suma, meaning cool. Usage: "Be cool man."
okay, wo kay = everything is good. Usage: "I feel okay."

FYI, it originated from Wolof Language of Western Africa.
Ayluveeet! :)

Is it my mind or is it the natural hippie in me? Teehee ^^

Later.

Shame Break

2006-10-04T14:15:00.000+08:00

Barely a week to spend, shoulda-coulda-woulda bow on books and everything half-a-year geeky season will be finally (YESSHH!), FINALLY (I repeat...c'mon join me) OVER!!!

I have a month to live using only 40% of my cerebral capacity. I love it when I do not worry about my school projects or finishing ass-soring requirements..err or practically mingling with merciless, ruthless professors just to get a reasonable passing grade. Ack!

Milenyo crushed Manila. Here in Baguio, it blew fast winds and caused thick fogs. So I love the weather... Why? It's a free New York or Manhattan feeling. I closed my eyes while strolling Session Rd and uhm... I felt like Carrie Bradshaw (Sarah Jessica Parker) dominating New York streets in a cold, winter season. We have a big difference. She writes for her readers to know about general realities on "sex" and "people" while I write for my blog about the general happenings in my queer life and the morbid, horrifying reality of Philippines.

Honestly, I do not know what to do this semestral break. Not that I want it to be productive like selling turon or bibingka in Manila. I want to enjoy everything in my life.

And hey, I'm 20. Still cheerful and kicking.

Uh, I do not mean it literally. But hey thanks Jackie Chan. :)

Later.

Genius! Genius!

2006-09-27T01:12:00.000+08:00

Try this link:

http://www.crush007.com/v2/predict/1159287775zyh

The predictions are actually unbelieveable. They are really happening.

I just want to share this to everyone. :-)

Later.

Mouthing Mouthing The Mouths of Boredom and Whatnot

2006-09-22T23:05:00.000+08:00

It has been quite some time. I'm so irresponsible when it comes to blogging. Sometimes, I get too busy to post anything worth-reading. Practically, my life runs only with my lovelife and *ehem* school life and *ehem*, I forgot the others.

Final grading period, aka the judgment season, is "finally" ashing away. In a few days, this semester will end. Now what? I'm 20, and blogging, and pointless, and and...and fabulous. Yuck, I just sounded soooo homo. ;p

Speaking of "fab", I recommend to all you patient readers of my online notebook-scrapbook to watch "The Devil Wears Prada". It's a nice, light, fabulous, fantastic movie about fashion, writing, and everything andrewish. *giggles*

I sucked big time delivering an extemporaneous speech awhile ago for an effin minor subject. Crazy, filipino, crazy, crazzzy...grrr.. and all the adjectives of all the hatred of the hatreds of the world for this filipino subject... Oh nevermind, I just want to inform everyone that I just fucked up. And grabe the poise ha, super pinagpawisan ako sa 3 minute speech na yon. Ayoko talaga ng Filipino. Gah, I could deliver an hour speech of sign language and butt signs. I'm not making sense again. You all chorus: "Huh?"

Okay, I'm not in the writing mood. Just wish me luck with my academics. Busy busy busy.

Later.

Depressions Are For Kids

2006-09-04T13:06:00.000+08:00

They say that when you reach the age of 20, you feel different. In a way, yes. I sort of feel like my life is getting a bit serious and the happenings aren't the fun fun fun days I had. Those times that I could freely swing 180 degrees from a swing, exchange throws of rotten buko pie on class, spit on the heads in front of your row in Anchors Away when they get carried away, or whichever thing I do. I should act like a sophisticated, well-mannered, fine young man. Heck!? Did I grow from a fortress with my queen mother?

For all I believe, I still have the same human rights when I reach 20. I still have my dick @ 20. I still have one mouth @ 20. So, what's the point of getting depressed?

Drifting away from the teen title is cool. It is not some dreading, dream-ending experience. Some teenagers tend to overreact with this issue. I hear ohmygulays from my friends. Some will even text you, "GAWD! I'm 20 na." So what if you're twenty? Go celebrate and order cocktails from bars and celebrate your birthday.

I'll be twenty by 7. :)
And I'm so thankful for my living years.

Who agrees with me?

They do. :p

Worming Eros

2006-09-04T12:55:00.000+08:00

- Eleven Minutes, Paolo Coelho

Pajama Parties Are Over

2006-08-20T04:13:00.000+08:00

Thanks for all blog bees, those people I want to thank with all my blog existence. I have been on posting hiatus because of some shit works from school. I have to get my ass coordinate from everything. MGP - Midterms Grading Period aka long-boring-days-with-stickto's-&-sleeps. In no way that this is a fun fun fun life.

I have visited several bookstores lately, I was looking hopefully for desperate titles of some books I "bloody" (american highschool cheerleader's accent) need. Preferably all self-help books I could carry with me while strolling, and definitely these titles:

* "How to Act Normal According To Mama"
* "How to Throw Booger Balls Politely to Your Favorite Fitness Instructor"
* "How to Shop Wisely with a P500.00"
* "Why Act Alien When You Could Act Gross?"
* "How to Make Your BF Love You Crazily"

Tonight's a total boredom combo. We're home alone Saturday with my BF. All that's left to do is to pig out on a Saturday night while watching n-thousands of movies.

And worse comes for some hopeless pose...

Spiritual fist, eh?
(Uh, I made it my "G4M Main Profile Pic")

PS:
Buy "Bring It On 3: All or Nothing". It's worth a watch. FYI, it's available na on your favorite moslem vendors.

- Beers, fries and Mild Seven Lights, please. We need some jamming time and tumbling beer-drinking session tonight.

Amateur Somersaults

2006-08-06T05:29:00.000+08:00

Here he is... *whispers*(he owns my heart...)

*wink*

* And oh, I'm just so thankful that our country doesn't cut off the feet of those who freely jump.

**Lub-dub..

Later.

Ghettoic Sansrival

2006-07-31T00:51:00.000+08:00

And here we go... living a butter-filled inconsistent life of people with inconsistent brains and warlords with inconsistent culture breedings.

They keep on ranting, blaming, pulling each others' noses. Watching news and waiting for something new are like the super non-sensest (lol, what an adjective) waste of time. And that's why some people got tired of our political system... and some even got tired that they just want to play Ragnarok or smoke marijuana instead or study astrology or some bullshit.

What do we need? Unity.

What do these political warlords tote with their minds? Hunger for power? Greed? Those eekyfucky nation-building crapchute dilemmas... Blah!

I want to create a super grafter-eating vacuums...
But as a paranoid filipino-chinese castaway, I wonder what do I benefit from this? And uh...my concerns are like worthy of something else.

I just want to react.

*spits*

I just want to crumple and stick fully bitten bubblegums on the MRT card stating "Philippines towards a strong republic" or something that goes like that.

You call this a republic?

So phony.

BTW!
There's only one thing left to save us from this terrible national insanity...

Change.

I'd rather listen to Beyonce's Deja Vu. Hahaha.
Deja Vu to Philippines forever.

Modern French Fries

2006-07-28T22:56:00.000+08:00

It's like a box of century tuna for picking which is right...for sensing which is perfect.

Which is which?

*whispers "I'm committed na.."*

---Oh really?

*YEEEEEESSSSSS!! I've found him... La la la..*

"Thank God I found you...I was lost without you.." Aww..Corny na.

And now (after dancing in a seemingly box of biscuits of life's brutality and selfishness), I'm finally duperly happy!!

I could finally imitate my favorite commercial scene..

(90s flashback effect; [yea, the black and white screen that we see])
Thinks of the pldt girl...preparing for awful imitation
(*chwing!*)
"May jowa na ako.. may jowa na ako.." (plus the gestures ha...)

Hahaha! :)

Nerd Mammals Need Some Time

2006-07-24T13:06:00.000+08:00

This week will embrace the very much anticipated FIRST GRADING EXAMINATIONS!!

Woohoo! What a total pressure for all of us!? Our exams (prelims; prior to this fuckin shit-week) just ended and now, we're having another booper exams! I mean, how can future Einsteins learn and master skeletal system, muscular system and circulatory system in just a week!? Tell me you're joking kez oh boy, you're doing a very very good job in heating my balls up.

I really hate our schedule. All messed up. (Yea, because of the inevitable phenomenon blah blah.)
Okay, you could stick your nose out and throw booger balls in a flashflood. That's how scattered and messed their I-doubt-ideas-slash-plans and/or whatever schedule they came up with.

I might think of an alternative way. I'll distribute flyers saying "Be a loser. Join me!" or...human ideas for sale...RECTIFY THE BROKEN CRAZY INSANITIES! (broken na, crazy na, insanity pa)

Teribleng institusyon ito, oo. Nawa'y mabuhay pa ang mga istudyante sa mga susunod na araw. Sana.

How could one be with the ecstasy of love and learning when you bull-press 5 chapters of Tortora in your poor brain?

We need to rest. Where did our fun time go? We're all wrapped up with education pills. This is an overdose. This is torture. :(

Uh...

Nerd mode for now.

Burgers of the Apocalypse

2006-07-21T12:55:00.000+08:00

Darn. Exams. Rest. Exams.

What a crazy schedule!? People are getting literally ugly. We just had our prelims last last week. Then after the people-exaggerated typhoon that threatened millions of balls, we barely have this week to refresh the academic atmoe and we have another major examinations.

And thank you for sneering out loud.
*smirks*

And if we came across each other in one of my trekking routes, throw me some books and sheets of paper.

Is this the end of the world?

Now all preparation I could see with myself is a geek eating Babyruth chocolates and hoping in one way or another it could take away all the pressures of the world...of life and of living... Bow.

It feels ecstatic thinking that someone a mile or two away from you is there.... wala lang. (You know who you are.) The thought of you is the only thing that could jumpstart my day. :)

Later. :)

Wishlist

2006-07-20T03:54:00.000+08:00

(Wristwatch)
Patek Philippe S127 Model

(Jeans)
Y20 Model [Armani Jeans]

(Bag)
HRN-Nero Model [Calvin Klein]

I got my new wishlist. Oh well. :)

Perfect Brew

2006-07-20T03:28:00.000+08:00

It has been months after my break-up with Rain. I have spent enough time to perk my senses up, to regain emotional consciousness and to painstakingly wrap and build what has been scattered.

I met someone last night (yes kanina, wala pa namang 4 hours since we parted ways)... and I think I like someone again. It's not more of "hey, i like this guy...he's so cute and uhm charming" or the usual "oh-la, i've been hit by a hundred bullet romance sure shot from hell"... I find it amusing to quote it as "oh well...looks like someone's doing an effortless job to make me smile again"... nah, ang corny.

It's a good thing I got over my ever-dreadful weeks of self-realization doomed by self-pity and emptiness. I finally alotted some time for my personal emotional longings.

I had enough time prioritizing the "left-behind" and the "unspoken-forgotten".

I got poor analogies I tell you.

After the betrayals...
After drifting away from the complexities of life...
After the so-anticipated bitterness...

I am back to myself again. Ready to face things normally.

PS
I think I'm getting some culturally-influenced anxieties... *sniff* Help me.
I am thinking of some dreadful tendencies again.

Pitiful As A Plump Jack

2006-07-15T01:29:00.000+08:00

What a worth-drooling, fantastic, surreal week to live!?

Thanks to that typhoon. I have an oozing productive week. Great!

*sneers*

Imagine being stuck here... yes, mountains... feeling paranoid. Cemented boulders could crash high up on you creating an avalanche that could get you mutilated and you'll succumb to death with your bones broken, head dislocated, face deformed and uh..maybe out of suffocation or some dreadful end.. and yes, all you could think of is how would the perfume on your casket could smell.. (Heck, of course they won't spray you with Dolce and Gabbana perfumes!) Or would you get a proper decent hairdo or the trendy one. Err.. or what genre of music would your cadaver parade be.. (You can't even have your last wishes for it to be reggae or trance..)

*sneers*

You turn on the television and the paranoia worsens. You see many casualties from your place and people ranting, complaining, crying... Yes, you are cable-less, networkless and helpless.

Plus, the ever-reliable internet service provider that gives you a very consistent 28 kilobits per second connection. Nice.

And oh (since we're all stuck)... it's a very reasonable and convenient thing to text your friends via your cellphones to get rid of your humongous boredom. You get 3-hour delays, out-of-coverage calls.. Oh..

YES! We have a life to live here, eh? Middle finger stands.

No. Don't mind me. Just pray to all your gods and goddesses to keep the victims' souls safe.
Don't bother to ask how's life treating me. I have a very very very wonderful week that I could scream higher than the range of your Mariah Carey.

Heavens!

Crippled By The Complexities Of Life

2006-07-07T12:12:00.000+08:00

Rain rain rain rain rain rain...

I hate it when the wind blows and I got no dick to hold on to. Ha ha ha! Seriously, this is the most depressing season slash year slash whatever-deprivation-era-stupes-call-it. Oh well, I'm tired of living such a life with a donut around of complexities. Geez, things are really driving me insane lately. I have opted to live a simple life. It came to me that I need to reinvent myself (yeah, that's what my bestfriend and I were talking about). Today, it's either you go with the flow or be different with them. I've chosen to belong to the latter, anyway. This is a major reinvention.

I need a break.

I'm tired of my everyday:::--getting to know people, say casual hi's and hello's, getting a bf (which scopes literally anyone who has his organic stick + potable saliva, I so have not made any criterion and it's bull! I either end up dating someone who's really not my type, just for the sake of getting bf thing), living a complex life (yea, those 5am-ending gimmicks), daily coffee chillouts...

I need a break.

I'm focusing practically to nothing. I see my life being driven by whims... driven by the unplanned and being dragged by non-literal accidents. Well, nature calls for a change.

I'm loveless, clueless and empty.
I need someone to share my simple moments with. I need a man, not a boy.

All together now:
"STAND UP FOR LOVE!"

Topicless

2006-07-05T00:17:00.000+08:00

I'm too lazy to post a topic. Tag it topicless.

I need bags of chocolates.

I'm depressed + pressured... a lot of things rolling and failing lately...

It feels like I've been bearhugged by many works. Taena si Jade, hinihila pa kong sumali sa Debate Society.

Oh well...

I haven't been across the oh-so-talked-about film Superman (yuck Superman, jologs). I'm planning to watch it with rotten food and suffer from diarrhea after. Nice no?

*listening to Moon River*

Aww... time's running so fast. I can't even distinguish yesterday from today. I hate it. I'm growing. I could still imagine myself playing my favorite Lego (those insane building blocks that I've bitten a couple of times to break my milky teeth). *sniff* I miss the times when I could freely play... those times that I need not to worry about Africa and India.

Darn.

Hah... This blog has just ended my night.

Wake my balls.

Oh wait, naalala ko ex ko.

Yan si Rain.

There. I could sleep na.

One Awful Season

2006-07-02T21:53:00.000+08:00

Dagnabbit... Imagine me carrying piles of paper crossing a "payatas-like" mountain of homeworks, technical papers, reports, lab shits... hush... hush...

*poof*

I need to get back to the blog world.
---
Raining hard... and I'm stuck in the corner. I found myself blogging in the middle of a redundant sunday.

Lately, I haven't been blogging. (Yes, an irresponsible blogger.) No, seriously I have tons of things to attend to...

Updates:

* I found myself so nerdy... and aww... I nearly get my mind crossing 30 miles north.

* I do not have a sex life and I am not interested.

* Still the same old me. All I have right now is a stressful week ahead. I haven't been to any movie house lately. I haven't shopped for myself even a single glue stick. Darn.

* My friends were making kwento of how good the film Superman was. They watched the film in some sort of i-max, iMAX... oh whatever piece of shit they term it.

* I'm lost in the urban world.
---

Ang nice no?

Khaled

2006-06-16T09:34:00.000+08:00

Yes, I've been khaled. To the person who is responsible for khaling me, you are so successful. :)

Nawala sila sa sirkulasyon. O basta yun yon. Kami na lang nakakaintindi.

Querational

2006-05-29T04:57:00.000+08:00

My (first and damn hetero relationship) ex still gives me a never-ending haunting series of reminscing and gross fun.

Maybe I should stop thinking and getting myself involved with the world's mass paranoia and hysteria. The simple idea is too contaminating and disgusting.

I love complicated conversations about my agnostic issues.

I don't understand why some people look so odd and unfriendly on Sundays.

Love is something that SHOULD always possess the following pairs: trust and respect, transparency and acceptance, freedom and responsibility. Become in love, not fall in love.

Somewhere, someone is imagining what the world would be years from now.

Forever is morbid, inevitable and horrifying.

I never want to go back to my juvenile corniballistic retro-hiphopic years

When I wake up, I try to recall if I dreamt of something elegant and classy.

My past is a written book and sold mega.

I get annoyed with young girls buying Sharon Cuneta and Jolina notebooks.

Parties are made to get everyone wet, haggard and buck-less.

Kisses are the best when coupled with love plus passion.

I really want to meet my classmates during my hormone-boiling, acne-sprouting years and have some vanity chat with them.

I have low tolerance for people who are so hooked to their past and blaming others for their own personal mistakes.

Tomorrow I plan to sleep more than 10 hours eventhough it could freeze my cranial sutures.

Autism Beyond Something Atomic

2006-05-29T04:34:00.000+08:00

**Imagine some silly 3M Post-It with not-so legible cursive penmanship, pencil written**

Back after some semi-hiatus.

Taylor Hicks, dei'soul, so vasoconstricting, relaxing. McPhee, gorgeous but exaggerated.
Season 5 ended.

Philippine Idol, might click. Might.

Life boring. Sexy still. Gorgeous still.

Personal priorities first. Love, no such thing as of now. Rest season flag stands.

Getting ready. Summer over.

Prepare for school. Beauty rest = a week.

Spa. Salon. Rest.

DVC, not amazed nor impressed. Gnostic or agnostic mind, doesn't matter.
Read the book, better.

Sleep. Eat. Fuck.

:)

Untitled

2006-05-16T14:27:00.000+08:00

-INCOHERENT LINES WITH COHERENT THOUGHTS-

Miles away from the urban,
I travel alone, staring at the traffic lights.
Somewhere far, away from everyone...

I find myself crossing the streets in a semi-winter season...
Thinking of you...
Thinking of you...

My nights were stronger...
As I carry the thought of you in my mind...
You gave me a reasonable amount of strength..
Mountains away, but nobody gets closer in my heart...
Nobody but you...

When I got back, I got a pen with me and a paper,
Scribbled some lines, indefinite thoughts,
And I came up with this poem:

"E***"

A promise I had with the northern stars,
Not to let my heart be vulnerable ever
But with you by my side, I stand strong
Strength to love again and be ceased never.

Strength.

I hear medieval romantic stories since childhood,
And to you I vow, I give the strongest promise.
To push through, despite everything, endure everything
Like a great knight for his damsel, Lunaris.

Courage.

Fool I've been, imperfections I'm certain
Struggled for what I believe is right and just
Never to look even a glance on what reality is
But with you, my heart and mind is clearly, eternally cast.

Understanding.

Accept me not, I would still care.
Welcome me and I will embrace you with truth, not with lies.
Speak to me and you will never be unspoken.
Love me and you will witness the greatest love on mortal eyes.

Love.

For you... for you only. :)

Rock Your Day

2006-05-12T08:22:00.000+08:00

I have so many things to do... Gah! I dunno if I'll survive the day. My mom invited me to a beach party @ Pangasinan. I love beach parties but it seems like the idea didn't sound a "so-much-fun" factor. Summer is about to end, it's time to get our nose bowed on our books. School time.

Look guys, it's either you find your day boring, hot as in it'll bring about a nosebleed, or practically empty. You do same routines, house activities and see those same place people go this summer. Aww...thank god it's about to end.

Rock your day. Do some weird stuff to spicen up your post-summer season.

1. Bring some roses for him/her/whatever/whoever-he/she-is in a morning. Make sure that your face will be the first one to be seen by your "special someone". Ain't that sweet? :)

2. Sketch. Unleash those artistic squirts (not seminal squirts) hidden in you. You'll find it utterly boring at first but it'll be fun when you see your masterpiece. It's better than sex, I tell you.

3. Right food + Enough sleep + Work-out = GORGEOUS YOU!

4. Visit your favorite spa house, massage parlor, derma clinic, dental clinic and salon. Provide yourself with an expert's touch. Summer's about to end. A school year is about to begin.
*whispers [FIRST DAY FUNK!] punk...fuck..* weezers...

5. If your budget permits, organize a retro party! I remember the time when I went to a retro party last year, almost on the same season!! Woohoo!
*sings "Oh, I ... Ohhh I ... I love the nightlife, I got to boogie on the disco 'round, oh yea!"

And uh, look at him...

Yessssssss!!! We rock! \m/

Rock your day. Rock your day.

Palafalolif! :)

#Bi-Makati Undernet

2006-05-11T10:27:00.000+08:00

There.

Scoring Big-Time

2006-05-11T09:09:00.000+08:00

Gah! It's tiring to go to the gym to build some biceps and abs. But anyhoots, I'm finally doing something good this summer.

Yesterday, I went to the gym (yes, everyday). As I enter the gym, I saw my crushie (a.k.a. Mr. Freddie Prinze, Jr LOOK-A-LIKE!) Sabay pa kaming nag-log. Haha! This is what I call a day, I thought.

After a few huff puffs walking the treadmill for warm-up, I saw him doing circuit training. Gawd! Those yummy biceps, those big triceps, fully built chest, 6 packypacky abs.....He's definitely a WOW! He's wearing a sando and shorts and you could see the sculpt of his body. I was near on getting my neck stiff (all I do is to stare at my left side...[yes! while walking!] I can't believe it...). As I was about to hop out of the walk-jog-doom, I decided to go to..."WAIT WAIT WAIT!!" I saw something on his bag beside him:

Yes f*ck!

"UB lace! UB lace! UB lace!" Waaaaaah...He's from UB!! This is practically what I call a perfect day, finding out that your number one crush gets his education on the same place that you do.

*Faints for a sec*

Howdy...holy toledo! Awmigod... I can't believe...uh..this is...ah...waaa....a...a.aaa...hh...!!!

I really have to get his attention!

I was so like a mosquito flying everywhere in the gym, hungry for some blood, dying for a handsome buffed prospect.

I toted heavy dumbells (like oh my, I have to impress this sweet dumbwit)...Gah...

La..la..la..laaaa...

We were together in the shower room, taking a bath, I was staring at him, him staring something, something staring something.. connect the dots!

My face was like pasted with frozen smile fresh from the south pole as I exit the sanctuary. Bow!

And oh so you know that I really like Freddie Prinze since the time I saw him on television. I've watched almost all his movies on big screen, I still know...Summer Catch...etc.

Oh, you're such a god sweetie!
*kilig* x 10 raised to the nth power!

This says it all: HUNTING TIME!

I'm really excited on the first day. Going to school is a gift.

Later! :)

I Need The Elixir Of Life

2006-05-07T07:18:00.000+08:00

It's a Sunday morning! And oh I'm so in the mood. :)

*sings "from the moment I wake up, before I put on my make up..."*

Oh freak.

Anyhoots, it's another day for me.. Lalala! We're all certain that Sunday is the most boring (yes, because we won't feel the need to gimik) , rest-worthy and sleep-worthy day of the week. All we do is to slump our asses in a comfy sofa or bed and dream about what should be done in the week.

*Muni-Muni*

Things to do:

1.) Go to school and fix some subjects (probably, drop some units before the first day starts)

2.) Have coffee with friends and with some university writers (who happen to be oh so I-just-wanna-have-sex-with-a-dog-than-be-with-these-people)

3.) Chat with some horny, gossip-addict bisexual dormgals. Yes, they live near my place and they are the ones who keep on treating me some snacks during our afternoon breaks. I guess I'm doomed to a group of t-oh-la.

4.) My mom recently forced (YES, YOU HEARD IT RIGHT! FORCED!) me to hit the gym and build some muscles. If it weren't for my malicious anticipations, I wouldn't even nod to her silly idea. I'm such a house bum, couch potato, bookworm, geek, poor soul who loves spending his time either on having sex with someone, flirting with someone... I can't believe that she's getting me to do this. Eventhough that I'm the vainest kiddo within a kilometer radius, I still find this idea terrible. This is terrible.

5.) I have to get my old classmates' numbers. I lost them... I need company especially on the first day. You know what I mean.

6.) Do some light make-overs. We're all aware that the first week of the school year/1st sem is the most important of all. Yes, we live and exist for a week to impress. Here you can find the social climbers, ingglisera-kuno, recitation-addicts, feeling-close twerps, pre-studious post-addictus amphibians, observer bees, make-up girls, can-i-join-you crowd and more. I'm so much detailed on this since I'm the guy who keeps on observing people in school.

7.) Flirt.

Later! :)

Jean-Phile

2006-05-06T04:19:00.000+08:00

Check this out...
(KitMeOut Armani Jeans Designer Fashion)

I miss shopping. :(

Season Seven

2006-05-06T03:44:00.000+08:00

I want summer to end already. Few more days, argghh.. I can't wait any longer. I dunno... practically because of boredom? I found some time to recreate and do a certain make-over this summer. It feels surreal in a way that once and for all, I'm getting my ass one level ahead. (delivers in an almighty feeling with proper diction and pride..)

*poof*

Back to reality, I went to SM awhile ago to visit my dermatologist. To my surprise, she's also the dermatologist of some girls I hate in school. Those girls that look like low-IQ-ed bees roaming around campus with their mini skirts on and those dangling apparatus that I'm not certain which universe have inspired them with such a sucking frumpish fashion. Bull! Since I've got no choice and the sofa which the clinic offers is small, I'm doomed between three bitches. What we got here are three bitches, two cute boys (that I dunno how in the world those bitches got them), and I (the only non-loser left in Baguio as I assume). I painstakingly positioned myself to the most comfortable position and waited like I'll be ready to be injected by a deadly poisonous stuff.

I just told to myself, "It's time to relax, anyway."

Grudge.

After the session, I ran to Watson's (yes, I ran because my face looks like bleeding Mars) to buy vitamins, shampoo, deodorant, toothpaste, toothbrush and some facial drugs. When I got to the line and was almost near to the counter, I noticed a tray of condoms. I got one. It added up to some masculine feeling that slowly electrifies me and had my goosebumps protruding. (Wahaha, kunwari straight.) I felt proud for that. It was the first time I bought a condom. It was my first time to own one.

And the bottom line is...

"I never used condoms."

Wishi. ^_^

PS.
It's time to shake some booty!

Five Reasons Why I Hate Them

2006-05-05T07:12:00.000+08:00

Susmiyo #1

Charlie's Angels ng mga Katulong
Hahaha!

Susmiyo # 2

Hey Joe!
(Makaamoy lang ng puting bulbol, talaga naman...)

Susmiyo # 3

Ineng, nasa Maynila ka ha... mukhang nawawala siya...
Trying hard amputa.
(I guess her armpits smell like Sukang Paombong)

Susmiyo # 4

Naks naman...

Susmiyo # 5

Tangina. Di nyo ba napapansin, kuyog sila?

I just can't continue anymore. I'm on all fours... while making this post. I need to stagger all the way to my bed. There are millions of reasons why I should stay at home. What shocks me more is that I've realized that there are trillions of reasons why I shouldn't see these people.

Later.

Things I Heart: May 2006 Edition

2006-05-05T06:45:00.000+08:00

RayBan 3212 Model

Apple iBOOK Teleprompter Laptop

Black Chuck Taylor Converse

Brit Inspired Havaianas

Patek Philippe Replica WristWatch

Hugo Boss Perfume

I'd probably sweat like a kangaroo doing hops on Mt. Fiji when someone (voluntarily) gives one of those things I heart. :)

Grudge You

2006-05-03T11:36:00.000+08:00

My personal pictures' link:

>> http://www.picturetrail.com/cutepichu <<

I guess after all these bitchin sessions, I still sound cute. (I sound cute, yes...sound only)

Whatever Comes To My Mind (and you won't give a damn, right?)

2006-05-03T11:04:00.000+08:00

Sorry if you were annoyed by my previous posts. This is my job, to make people realize the wrong perspectives of life and to make them believe that these perspectives were right. And guess what, I'll still be a nuisance to all since I have the time to blog.

Poor ye.

I so lurrrrvvvve barbecues at this moment. I dunno. I just love em.

So why are you still reading this? Are you also bored? Let me guess: You are sitting in your comfy computer chair and reading some blog of a person you barely know. You also think that the most productive way of spending your summer is to learn and to educate yourself with some silly inputs. You were malprophecized. (mal+prophecy+I made it a verb because I want to)

One time I went to Megamall to buy any-stuff for the month. I strolled the mall alone (Yes, alone) for 5 hours. I was all tired and exhausted and staggering and all I wanted is a comfortable seat for me. Oh goodness gracious heavens, I found two benches (a pair situated near the mall's parking lot). So finally, I could let my ass rest for a while after a long twist of the day....

But...

Some girls (I dunno if they are) sat on my saviour benches. It's as if they want to tag me indirectly a loser value on my forehead. Aw... So I stared at them. Yes, they were those mammalus ankylosaurus who smelled like stinky pantiliners. The jologista attack continues. A pair of SC's (social climbers) went out from Linea Italia to join the group. Oh fine they know each other. I looked at them closer.

This is what I've found:

1.) a brick game...
2.) a walkman... (yes, those poor square-shaped gizmos)
3.) superferry sandals...
4.) long hair with highlights...
5.) amoy-kahon..

5 signs ng kajologan.

Let them be as I'm more worthy of a seat in the social world of Manila.

Haha.

What a summer. So limbo-ish. May all of us be bored to the fullest and spend this month sluggish.

Quack me. Quack you.

Summer & Slumber

2006-04-29T03:25:00.000+08:00

Nice combination. Ultra.

Why is it when it's summer time, we tend to feel bored about everything? I've re-read Tuesdays with Morrie (yeah, out of sheer boredom), had some coffee with me every morning (before sleeping and it's oh so odd), while listening to some mellow unlyric-ed music. I flipped the book and threw it in some safe place and I began to wonder: "Why are people losing the productivity factor every summer?"

* Now I'm thinking of some silly commercials (i.e. na..na..na..Anong meron ang taong happy? (Winnie Cordero's presence in my mind makes me sick)) *

Fuck.

** Lights a cig **

Yikes, we've been so much exposed on computers, books and televisions. Our eyes sink on dirty junk mails and we even read spam mails. Yes, all out of boredom. So they say and I believe, the best way to cut the boredom you have is to sleep. The safest unproductive way of letting your cerebrum sink on something imaginative is sleeping. What a summer.. Who would better want to spend his summer on the urban while his testicles sweat. This is not mere exaggeration. Yes, this is reality. The present day environments fry our organs. That's the reason why it's a no-no for me to stay in Manila for so long.

Guess what? I'm too much addicted on some koreanovela of GMA for the first time: Jewel in the Palace. Great no? All a while I'm near to putting some inorganic corks to the nostrils of its audience and now I'm all addicted to what I thought of baloney. Yes again, all out of boredom.

I do not wonder anymore why people seem to sleep all the time this summer. If it's not the beach, then it's definitely a bad idea to go out.

Geezers, whenever I remember the guy with the kinky hair in Nescafe commercial. Gawd how I envy him like hell... As much as I wanted to "beach" asap, I don't have anyone to come with me in the nearest possible beach. I love beach parties. I love to bathe by 5 PM. I love to be tagged as a beach-loser. I ignore it. I enjoy it anyway.

I wonder what's the feeling of being surrounded with girls with 25 IQ points. I remember one time that my friend wrote in his blog:

"Bakit kaya lahat ng mga babae sa billboard, nakanganga? Hindi kaya mababa ang IQ nila?"

Uh-huh, Edsa.

No comment. Swami. ^_^ Ashirsi.

This post is killing me. I need to get some sleep. Zzz.

Life & The Quick Punch Doy Pack Title

2006-04-22T06:09:00.000+08:00

Greezly boogers, it's a Saturday. Time to celebrate and plan might-be's (the urban party sosycall) Feel bloated with odd stuff, things these days weren't really good. As if we were being thrown into some human cerebrum feeling the outburst at 50 something degrees celsius, the summer is a cocksure fucksure boring. Yes, and all you've been reading in this blog since 2004 is all hell boredom in the world.

Cheers for all of us... for being the 21st century losers.

Aren't you guys tired of hearing the same old stories and doing the same old routines like being fed up with adobo for one whole month?

Bloody awful.

I'm in my late teens, a year before my title/merit as a teenager gets crumpled. I have this feeling that I'm not yet ready to face my twentyhood. C'mon, I was a brat and a child of my mother and a debaree and a dreamer and still stuck on my 2nd year. I don't feel the eagerness to be complete by this point. I don't want to get mature as soon as possible. I want time to crawl sluggish and seconds to deliver unsnappy ticks.

I wonder why Sam Milby wants to be complete? (he wants to end his life, i guess..)
No. Not you Sam Milby. You are considered as our national papa.

Oh well.

I watched Tristan and Isolde. It was fantastic (not to mention how gwapo Tristan was). Because the film was all good, I ain't care if my one liner advertisement would irritate you. Super coherent no?

This ends my so-morning post. Have a nice (the adjective 20+ billion people utter everyday) weekend everyone.

Jives From Teh Heart

2006-04-16T04:18:00.000+08:00

And my days are now sweeter...

Just me. My heart and a cup of tea. I've got arm hands to hold. I love my rainierr dearly.

My nights are longer...
Wind blows stronger...

I hate it when I'm in love, I get my punchlines from 13th level grave.

Swami. ^_^

When Reality Learns Kung-Fu

2006-04-01T16:56:00.000+08:00

Missing the days...

Me, Kuya Maco and Kenj

I miss our days walking along Session, talking about anything or at times absolutely nonsense. It's just a part of me, or it's in me missing people. Whichever way, I'm such an emo when it comes to that point.

Nostalgic.

Whenever I look at my childhood/baby pictures, I wonder how things went on these past few years. I can recall the times that passed but then, it's still a circling wonder gust how I am able to survive the long run of life. It's not more of gratification or being thankful for having the sash of Mr. Life Survivor but more amazingly, we aren't actually aware that it is like instant time pulls and we're being sucked onto another dimension. I can still remember my childhood days; it's like I've slept on a long slumber that I still feel the long past as a yesterday experience. It's weird.

Things nowadays are falling under a powerful four letter word reality. R-U-S-H. Don't you think that we're getting pretty preoccupied with so many things that we sometimes tend to forget how to value stuff around us. Thus, with this rush, it inevitably takes the way how we should deal with life. We are being driven by the things we SHOULD do and we OUGHT to do based on what we have been exposed with since our juvenile years. We are now moving against the shores that life told us to be close to, to never be away from. We do not know how to exist and we're all determined by how the world should exist...not the way how we should make the world exist. It's a world cancer, it's a practical challenge to everyone.

If there's only one thing in this world that we should get rid of, it is the greatest problem of the mankind.

Indifference.

Think about it, why are heroes called heroes? - Because they made a difference. What brought the world to be a better ground with peace, serenity and freedom? - People who transcend and existed...people who made a change in the world.

How are we going to transcend? How are we going to exist? When are we supposed to exist? Will we wait a silly and dreading and life-shaking, soul-moving experience before we get into our senses?

The answer is in you people.

I'm just a kiddo anyway. Changing moods. Sharing my philosophy.

Oh Mother, Save Teh Fucker

2006-03-29T16:51:00.000+08:00

Tops or bottoms?

Not really, I'm not going to talk about day-night fuckers and big-time fuckees with this post.

I'll be talking about people. Losers. This is not an interesting post which will make you say, oh it's worth reading.

How are losers categorized? Good question. Let me enumerate some.

* There are people who wish they could be someone else. Like those yaya-ic maxipeel users that looks like a failed experiment of genetic mutation of big tomatoes... I wonder why there are still people who uses such products? Feign like an artist but you could never be one. Worse, you'll look more longkatut-ic than ever.

* There are losers who claim to be an self-proclaimed intellectual brats. They claim to know everything and anything. But when you open up a conversation with them, it seems like they should take up English 1 first. Darn. They always get into me...yes...the pseudo-superiority complex.

* I can just imagine those people who claim that they smoke but apparently they look like idiots when they puff. Whatever.

* SM employees, girls wearing highheels and the first-timers, are really annoying. Whenever they storm the department store, I wish I could be thrown somewhere else. "Palakasan ba ng tunog ng takong"? Uh, matches with the bagong plantsang hair and the japayuki inspired make-up... really bumps into my scrotum.

* I feel sympathetic to those individuals who have the letters of their name being personalized and shaped into their retainers. Ulk.

* Boastful, arrogant people are totally annoying. They act like super gorgeous and powerful "anybody". Uh-huh, and when you look at their face... you would just want to say: "I don't wanna comment, baby." They always have the guts to make irap at you. Rolling eyes, rolling face. Bwahaha!

I just wanna sing: who let the dogs out? woof woof woof woof...

Enough.

So I present to you the modern day losers.

Bitchy me.