Just my two cents
(Monday, August 28, 2006)
Because it
is a very, very mad world and flying pigs are way cool (though not as cool as radical platypuses because they're number one on my list). Current state of instability caused by all the Jeff Buckley, Tears for Fears, Pink Floyd, Gary Jules, Dizzy Gillespie, and Yoshida Kyodai ear-candy booming on my speakers.
What I'm trying to say here is I borrowed another funkydelic layout from Blogskins (see credits).
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Life hasn't improved since I last checked, which is about three minutes ago when I decided to post something here. To bitterly sum it up, I wasn't able to meet my self-imposed ultimatum and yes, I'm very sad about it. Failure, frustration, unfulfillment, whatever you call it, it still sucks. I guess I'm just not good enough and I don't deserve something better. Either that or the universe is once again conspiring against me. Boo-fucking-hoo.
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Mother's everyday "Oh, tumae ka na ba?" is annoying the crap out of me, pun intended. Since they are all so convinced that I'll die of colon cancer, so be it. Just please quit fussing over my bowel movements!
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Say that John Mark Karr is uninvolved in the JonBenet Ramsey case, US court should still give him life sentence. The man is a screaming pedophile! He's not right in the head. And to think he was a father of three and an elementary teacher.
Another thing that riles me up is this singing duo, Prussian Blue, composed of 13-year-old, neo-Nazi, Hitler-loving twins Lynx and Lamb Gaede. Ok, so they were raised by their parents like that, but I think they don't really know half of what they're saying.
"We don't believe six million Jews were executed. There were not even that many Jews alive then." - Lynx Gaede in an interview with ABC News (Source: http://abcnews.go.com/Primetime/story?id=1231684&page=1)
We're not in Nazi Germany. It's 2006, what rock have you been under? You can take your white supremacist ideologies and shove them up your racist Caucasian holes!
And besides, they can't even sing very well. So there.
(This is a product of too much transcriptions.)
Astronomical demotion
(Friday, August 25, 2006)
Forget what they've taught you in grade school science, throw away your styrofoam solar system models, and start reassessing your astrological woo-hoos, because we only have eight official planets now, people. PLUTO IS NO LONGER A FREAKING PLANET. The International Astronomical Union yesterday booted it off the planet-hood because its shrimpy size and oblong orbit didn't make the planetary cut. It's now demoted to a mere "dwarf planet." If discoverer Clyde Tombaugh was alive, this would probably kill him.
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And speaking of killing, the impeachment complaint is now entombed. But that news isn't as shocking as knowing you just lost a planet.
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I've heard somewhere (TV, I guess) that you know you're getting old when you acquire a certain taste for jazz music. Shit. I'm listening to Dizzy Gillespie and his music is as funky as his name.
Quick-fixes
(Sunday, August 20, 2006)
Still in a mother of a slump, but I'd rather redirect pent-up life frustrations to a more positive and shallower rant for now at least.
I have the whole Akira Kurosawa collection. Woot! I wasn't too thrilled last night when I bought it, because one, I don't deserve little rewards like these yet. Two, I really need to save up. And three, I wanted to watch some senseless ha-ha comedies for a cheerer-upper. But when I woke up today and popped them to the player for a test, all my inhibitions left. Not original but the copies were clear enough for old black and whites and most of the subtitles are at least grammatical, so that's good enough for me. Plus, it's a bargain, though I don't think the saleslady wants to see me again. I guess I did kind of rip her off. Oh well. Maybe I'll go back and look for Kubrick. Such kick-ass directors.
Shar, thanks for bloating us up yesterday. Breakfast is the new dinner :)
Naruto is totally overshadowing my FMA fandom. Nyar. But it's taking so long and I want to see the time jump part already, especially a 15-year-old Gaara. Sabaku Kyu!
Arrested Development and Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends turned out to be my cheerer-upper.
Nosy neighbors
(Friday, August 18, 2006)
Every street has them. They come in all shapes, sizes, age, and gender. Each with their own schemata to corner their poor unsuspecting victims, but their knowing smirks are all the same. Ours have the ambushing type who strikes when you're alone and completely unprepared. Or in my case, while you're busy looking for your damn house keys.
I was right in front of our gate when it happened. Nobody was home for the afternoon, so I started fumbling for my keys. But as my bag sometimes transforms into a black hole of sorts, I couldn't immediately them find. While I was hunched over and preoccupied with the search at hand, the neighbor attacks. Stealthily, mind you.
When I felt the queer sensation of being watched, I turned around and saw said neighbor in all her yellow flowery duster presence smiling/smirking at me. She was about to throw a matching yellow trash bag into the bin. Her face is familiar, but the name eludes me. It was something nondescript like a Menang, Melang, or Mayang.
What's-her-face started with the casual "Hi. Hello. Haven't seen you in a while. Look how you've grown...blabbity-blah." Then feigned concern as she asked how my day was, how's the family, if I had my keys with me or have I eaten dinner already, which is all too weird coming from a lady who doesn't even spare second glances to people and once screamed at me for attempting to feed her dog back in my grade school days. But as I'm relatively nice (well, most of the time), I answered politely, but not the kind that encourages further conversation. I entertained her for a bit just for the heck of being polite. But then came a humdinger of a question: "So, saan ka na nagtratrabaho?"
Being that it was an effing subject I rather not discuss at the moment to anyone, especially with a complete stranger who I know doesn't even like me, I chose my words carefully and answered as safe as possible. "Makati po," I said. Though the words that were playing on my tongue that moment were really "Curse be with you old lady. Curse be with you." She looked dissatisfied with my very vague reply, her smirk faltering a bit, and was about to pry more, when my fingers finally found my keys. "Nakita ko na po susi ko. Sige, pasok na po ako, medyo natatae po kasi ako e." I closed the gate in relief and went inside. Good effing riddance.
Lessons learned: Do not make eye contact with sketchy neighbors again, chain keys to my hand, and deal with the effing subject. already.
Compressed/Depressed
(Sunday, August 13, 2006)
Still nothing. This is so sad.
MAYON OFF
(Monday, August 07, 2006)
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Text na!
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Balita: May panukala ang MMDA na gawing parking lot ang mga football field ng ilang eskwelahan para maibsan ang trapiko sa Maynila.
Wow. Another bright idea from MMDA. Akala ko wala nang tatalo dun sa MMDA art at pink urinals nila.
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It's settled, "Crazy Little Party Girl" ni Aaron Carter ang aking official videoke song. Nung (randomly) nag-videoke kami nina Shar at Chuck, naka 100 kami at may kasama pang indak yan. Kumyoung life is entertainment talaga. Hahahaha.
Matanda na talaga ko. Masyado na akong nag-e-enjoy sa videoke.
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Kanina pa ko kain nang kain pero gutom pa rin ako. Ngayon naman gusto ko ng pansit canton, yung Chili-Mansi. Tsaka malamig na Yakult at malatang penoy. Tsalap.
