caffeine killed my brain.

it's been a long time coming

i spilled coffee on Monday, March 16, 2009 3:42 PM

Got a new song for my homepage. The Kills - Kissy Kissy. Meanwhile,

Step 1.

Put a spiral, a circle, a square, a cross, and a triangle in a certain order that you want. (Get mo?)

Step 2. Interpretations:

First -- your future

Second -- how to achieve the first

Third -- the present you

Fourth -- the past you

Fifth -- what you've been neglecting for some time now

Spiral -- change

Circle -- wholeness

Cross -- relationships

Square -- stability

Triangle -- goals and missions

Ako:

Apparently,

Future = wholeness

Means to achieve = stability

Present me = Change

Past me = goals and missions

Neglecting = relationships

what? xD

the diving bell and the butterfly

i spilled coffee on Monday, February 23, 2009 5:34 AM

Hindi mo pala mahahanap lahat ng bagay sa internet. Naghahanap ako ng torrent ng Le Mystere de la Chambre Jaune para mapanood ko na ang Le Parfum de la dame en Noir pero wala akong mahanap sa kahit anong torrent sites, pati na sa Google. :( Ang sad. That means I won't get to watch La Parfum. Kaya kung may mahanap kayo na Le Mystere na torrent, thanks! :D Downloading The Diving Bell and The Butterfly. 60% na! Can't wait.

My Day

i spilled coffee on Friday, February 13, 2009 9:07 PM

It was sad. Then happy. Then brimming with the wrathful fires of hell. Until I saw Juno's PM in RPGC. :)

i didn't know but then i know now

i spilled coffee on Sunday, February 8, 2009 8:59 PM

After a satisfying blueberry pie at Momo, I dropped by 7-Eleven, that convenience store at the corner of Orosa and Pedro Gil, studded with bright fluorescent lights that should scare the shadows out of anyone's faces. As usual, the two heavy doors greeted me in the usual drab and boring fashion. This time, it became more uninspired as I noticed a note taped to the glass door. I quickly dismissed the note as unimportant and proceeded to look for the desired junkfood pack.

And I pushed with all my weight in one hand against one door. A cashier guy outside remarks that the door is closed. I try the other one, this time with all the forces of the hunger-crazed hibernating Buddha inside of me. I pushed with significant force, a force that could move an immovable rock if a rock were to exist such that this sentence would not be rendered paradoxical and senseless. What happened next was that there was no expected door movement. Instead, I just stood there, a stick figure leaning against the clear glass doors of the convenience store.

I finally unraveled the mystery of the existence of door locks in 7-Eleven doors when in fact they swear by their corporate asses that they serve people 24-7, which implies that they are unneeded because the store would never close (unless you find a day with 25 hours somewhere in the 2009 calendar, or a week with 8 days in it). The reason they need to have locks (well, at least one of the reasons...) is that they occassionally have to coat the store with pesticidal mist to rid the store of unwanted organisms. :D

This revelation filled me with so much joy that I started belching perfectly spherical bubbles at each vowel sound I make. (The previous sentence is supposed to be a pun on Joy/joy but I discovered upon thorough review that the pun would have worked better (best case scenario is that it should induce even the most minimal intended effect -- a single appreciative haha perhaps).

But then again, maybe I'm just sleepy and I want to sleep but opt not to due to the Bio quiz I haven't prepared for. So disregard my entry for the night. Take it as something I did while I was half-asleep, half-studying, half-rattling away on the keyboard at 1:58 in the morning.

whaddup?

i spilled coffee on Wednesday, January 28, 2009 8:39 PM

Last Tuesday, habang naghihintay sa Rob, pumunta ako sa Powerbooks at tiningnan ang kanilang poetry shelf. Nakahanap ako ng isang poetry book na intriguing. It's "The Rose That Grew From Concrete" by Tupac Shakur. I'm not much of a hiphop and rap fan although my music library is replete with rap. It was a stage in my life that I am not particularly fond of. But everyone understands. LOL Anyways, magaling naman pala si Tupac e. So baka may katotohanan talaga sa sinasabi nilang rappers are the poets of the 21st Century, or something along those lines. Ewan. Or baka gawa-gawa ko lang yun.

Binasa ko siya sa one hour ng paghihintay at malapit ko na siyang matapos nang napansin kong medyo mediocre na ang latter part. Ewan ko kung chronological yun, basta may change. Yung nagustuhan ko dun yung poem niya dedicated to Marilyn Monroe at yung isa for Vincent van Gogh. Di ko maalala pano exact format niya.

Starry Night
dedicated to the memory of Vincent van Gogh
by Tupac Shakur

A creative heart obsessed with satisfying
this dormant and uncaring society
You have given them the Stars at night
and you have given them Bountiful Bouquets of Sunflowers
but 4 you there's only contempt
Though you pour yourself into that frame and present it so proudly
this world could not accept your masterpieces, from the heart
So on that starry night, you gave 2 us and you took away from us
the one thing we never acknowledged
your life..

when you're bored and you know it, you write a worthless blog post. clap clap clap.

i spilled coffee on 7:51 PM

My eyes are burning and it's not just the onset of fever. My eyes are capable of cutaneous respiration. That would be a really cool and useless superpower. It beats not having any superpowers at all.

I tried amaretto-flavored java today. The first few sips were delicious. It reminded me of syrup medicine and the emulsifiers they add into the concoction in order to hide the actual bitterness of pharmaceutical shit. But the store was closing, so I had to drink the coffee-liqueur mixture in two gulps. It tasted weird. I could feel my tastebuds shriveling and withering in the tsunami of amaretto, which left me with a devastated tongue. It continued to wreak havoc in my esophagus and stomach and I'm pretty sure that tomorrow, people will find copious amounts of caramel in the urinals at school.

Yesterday (which ended about 40 minutes ago), I was trapped in a vicious REM cycle while awake. Medyo pagod na bangag na ewan. I may have even talked to the maid while I was half-asleep. I dunno. I seem to recall a conversation with her about when and when not to wake me up. <:/ I am so dead if the landlady hears about this. She may think I'm on crack or something. LOL My frequency of tardiness has decreased ever since the day our landlady offered to wake me up at 6AM. Or has it increased? IDK. Honestly, when you wake a person up at such an ungodly hour, there are only two possible situations that would come next: 1) Said person would wake up immediately and go to bathroom to take a nice morning shower; and 2) said person would rise from bed, say "yes" to the corresponding command to wake up, and return to bed once appointed "waker" has left the room. The latter one applies to me more. Which is sad. Seeing as I have become conscious of the time, I would sleep and wake up every 10 minutes to check the time, which sucks you of the energy you gained in sleeping. Just recently, my body clock learned to give me this sharp headache at 6AM, seconds after the first "Joseph, gising na" command. Pavlovian conditioning is real.

This blog entry was supposed to be entirely about my eyes being capable of cutaneous respiration. I only planned to post the first two sentences. But, meh, I'm bored.

how i met your mother s04e13

i spilled coffee on Tuesday, January 20, 2009 10:54 PM

Lily: Hey baby, it's lunchtime and I love you.
Marshall: I reciprocate in principle although with the caveat there seems to be a surplus on my side.
Lily: No, I love you more.

=))

the dogs are happy

i spilled coffee on 10:05 PM

One of the highlights of a new year are the movies in production and movies which are premiering. There are some great movies out there for 2009 and I am looking forward to watching the following:

Planet 51
Knowing
Push
Coraline
The Box
Fanboys
Watchmen
Inglourious Basterds
Terminator Salvation (robot wars! :D)
The Spirit
Monsters vs. Aliens
Angels & Demons
S. Darko (Donnie Darko sequel!! :D)
The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus (with Heath Ledger)
They Came From Upstairs
Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen
X-Men Origins: Wolverine
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (LOL duh)

i never tried

i spilled coffee on Monday, January 12, 2009 11:47 AM

Stumbled across this when I was looking for Juno on the internet. There is something tragic about black and white and moving lights and pictures stained by rain that makes you think and feel outside your normal emotional range. The song is The River Turned To Cobblestones - The Library Tapes.

Stream of consciousness:
I think we
all know how it feels
to look at the rain without getting wet.
It's not getting warmer inside;
And it's not getting colder.
We are afraid.

LOL.

little drops

napaso ang dila ko

i spilled coffee on Saturday, January 10, 2009 12:11 PM

at ang sakit niya. Bumili ako ng hot choco sa Starbucks dahil naiihi ako at malayo pa ang dorm ko. Kailangan kong umihi pero nahihiya akong pumasok na wala naman binibili diba? Lulz. First time kong bumili ng hot choco at nagventi pa ako. Masarap naman siya. Definitely hindi nasayang ang pagveventi ko. Kaya nga lang, napaso ang middle part ng dila ko. Tsk tsk. Paano na lang, di na ako pwede maging gourmet connoisseur dahil nasira na ang parts ng dila ko. Hindi naman siya permanent damage at hindi siya malala. Pero yun nga, nasira na part ng tongue ko.

At kanina pang 3PM ko dapat napost to at umalis ng dorm pero nakatulog ako, so ngayong 5PM ko lang siya mapopost. >.>

eighteen seconds before sunrise

i spilled coffee on Tuesday, January 6, 2009 6:32 PM

Sigur Ros finally makes it to my homepage. I have always wanted to have them here; however, some other cool indie rock band always manages to make it first to my imeem. Last time ay Ludo. Before that was Chiodos. But now, I guess the new year deserves a good start with some Sigur Ros. LOL Isa to sa mga songs ng Sigur Ros na hindi ko pa naiintindihan dahil hindi ako makahanap ng matinong translation online. I will continue scouring the interwebz for that elusive piece of Icelandic poetry, until the moment I have it at the tip of my fingertips, resonating, pulsing like a lustful melody of otter sounds. LMAO SIGUR ROS!! :D Seryoso. Parang otters sila. Daw. Kung ganun man ang boses ng mga otter. Yun yung naiimagine ko eh. Or seal ba? Ewan. LOL Hahanapin ko translation nito. Kailangan muna matulog para hindi malate sa NSTP at makapaglinis.

Sigur Ros - Gobbledigook

þú hatta fjúka lætur í loft
þú regnhlíf snú á hvolf allt of oft
ó nei, ekki, ó
þú þök að fjúka út á brot sjó
þú hári strjúka faldinum sló
óhræsisstrákur
vindur í hárinu
þú augu fjúka í sand tárast
þú tyggigúm í hendir hár fast
óhræsisstrákur
vindur í hárinu

Nakakanta ko yung weird symbols!! LOL. Or nababasa. Either way, ang cool niya pakinggan at pagprakatisan. In other news, naalala ko na Tolkien-esque Elven ay may roots sa Icelandic language. Either nabasa ko ata yun somewhere or gumagawa-gawa lang ako ng facts. Kailangang nakapag-log-in ka sa imeem mo para marinig ang whole song at hindi lang ang gitna. xD

Sigur Ros. /si-ur rose/ Yung /i/ diyan ay gaya ng /i/ sa hit. The rose is pronounced quickly.

the new year

i spilled coffee on Wednesday, December 31, 2008 7:00 PM

I realized that not everyone will have the time to post their blog entries spot on 12AM, January 1, 2009. So, I thought, why not welcome the new year on the computer and just fricking take one whole minute to write down the whole thing, this whole special blogpost. A year-starter. To start the year.

Firecrackers and fireworks are prohibited in our city, but once the signal fire lit up the sky-- the first delinquent-- everyone followed. :D

greetings greetings

i spilled coffee on 12:42 PM

I can't imagine the holidays without these guys. In fact, they really made my today when they sang that Christmas ballad in our lawn just this afternoon. My ears pricked when I heard their voices over the din of the city. It went something like "... Christmas is... Christmas... Christmas..." I don't remember the exact lyrics so forgive me for the shoddy excuse for a Christmas carol transcription. But this is all I can tell, they were really good. They sounded like one of those a capella groups you would hear on the radio, only with less blah and more... honesty? I don't know. Maybe it was because of the fact that the trio was composed of three [duh] singers from different... age groups [LMAO]. There was one grampa, who had hung a guitar around his neck ang strummed the chords beautifully. There was another old man, but I could tell he was younger than grampa. And then there was this 11-year-old-or-so kid who sung the higher parts. Although I know that I would come across better groups in the future, the performance I saw this afternoon really was something.

These are the kinds of people I would like to see go from house to house and sing Christmas carols; not the kids who can only sing "Ang Pasko ay Sumapit" in unison, but with two or three members somehow straying, in some mishap of nature, from the chord progression. These three people really thought things through.

At may tongue twister ako: Trust the youth. :D Trust the youth. Trust the youth. Trust the youth. Trust the youth. Trust the youth.

Ang saya ng December 29-30 Reunion! Thank you Ritz for making the whole thing happen. I was quite surprised by the number of people who showed up at the reunion, and at the pool. I would never have known that several other groups would also want to "reunite". Ang awkward ng paggamit ng word. Haha, Ma'am Gavino.

I have to start working on the Chem thing. >.>

cut dogs paste

i spilled coffee on Saturday, December 27, 2008 7:37 PM

My bad sleeping habits are fading away. I am steadily losing my 6AM bedtime. Now, I can sleep at around 2AM! That's a significant improvement of 4 WHOLE HOURS. Apparently, all I needed was a little more physical activity during the day to use up my energy. In Manila, all I did was study and walk and eat and sit down. Here... I still basically do the same thing with a little more walking and eating. I love walking, especially if it's warm outside and there are no pesky rainclouds blocking the sun. Walking lengthens your travel time and allows you to think to yourself longer. This past few days, I walked to my classmates' houses on a whim. I just wanted to drop by and say a few Hi's and How are you's and No, I don't think so's and You've grown's. I got to meet a few of them before I finally decided to go home.

I must admit, I spend more than hour just lying in bed and wishing I would just fall asleep. About 15 minutes of that time, I wonder how I look when I am about to fall asleep. I also want to know when I fall asleep. You know how you wake up in the morning after a long night of tossing and turning and you wonder at what time of the night you actually fell asleep? Well, I want to know that moment and realize that this moment is upon me: that moment when I am about to fall asleep. Seems impossible though.

I went to my friend's house earlier. So, I was walking to her house when I saw this huge white mongrel [with short hair and a long snout] by their gate, under the supposed doorbell. I hesitated whether or not I should just approach the dog and ring the doorbell, being unsure of the dog's identity. I certainly didn't think that the dog was my friend's. Hence, it was either the neighbor's or a stray. I feared the latter, for oh how rabies disrupts the nervous system.

So, I stayed a safe distance from the dog and shouted "Ayo!" [Tao po equivalent in Bisaya] a couple of times. The dog inched his way to me. Slowly, paw after paw, moving like the ghost of my death. I'm not a fan of dogs, although I can still stand their presence. So, I increased the volume of my shouting. I'm pretty sure that if you were there, you would have identified the slight quivering of my voice and recognized the smallest hint of a plea for help somewhere within those quivering lines. I tried to keep my voice as strong and firm as possible. They say dogs smell your fear. I say, FnCK the DOGS, WHY THE HELL CAN YOU SMELL FEAR?! T.T

The dog was just 2 meters away and I mouthed curses under my breath. I was all "COME ON NIK. DALIAN MO. THE GATE, I'M AT THE GAAATE. SHIIIIIIIIT." I reached inside my pocket and all I had that I could throw were a number of coins. >.>; I glared at the dog, trying to scare him away. I counted on their primal sense of the food chain, that we are above everyone else, that maybe my superior position in the food chain, relative to the dog, would scare the dog away. However, the dog was still there. But now he was baring his canine teeth [or molars?], or whatever you call the teeth at the sides of the mouth [because in humans they're canine teeth].

Long story short, she eventually opened the gate herself. I threw coins at the dog and the dog was more than happy to oblige to his primal instincts and chased me right to the gate until my friend threw a much larger pebble at the hostile canine.

nothing to do

i spilled coffee on 6:17 AM

It`s harder than it looks! Use the first letter of your LAST name to answer each of the following. They have to be real places, names, things... nothing made up! Try to use different answers if the person in front of you had the same first initial. You CAN`T use your name for the boy/girl name question.

Oraño. Big O.

1. Famous artist/band/musician: OkGo

2. Five-letter word: Omens

3. US state: Oregon

4. Boy name: Oliver

5. Girl name: Ohno

6. Occupation: Occupation? Haha Officer, Police? As in Police Officer. xDD

7. Something you wear: Overalls? Haha

8. Celebrity: Orlando Bloom. wahahaha

9. Something found in a kitchen: Oranges.

10. Reason for being late: OMGACCIDENT. Haha

11. Something you shout: OMG. WAHAHA

12. Body part: mahirap... pwede occipital bone? or orbital fissure?

Guess the Song

i spilled coffee on Thursday, December 25, 2008 6:41 PM

Step 1: Put your music player on shuffle.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.
TAG PEOPLE, AND HAVE THEM COMMENT TO GUESS AS MANY SONGS AS THEY CAN (artist and song)
Step 3: Strike-through the songs when someone guesses both the song and artist correctly.

I TAG: everyone who's anyone who knows a song here on the list. :D

1. It's too late baby, there's no turning around. I've got my hands in pocket and my head in the clouds.

2. Forty detectives this week, forty detectives strong. Taking a stroll down love street; strolling, is that so wrong?

3. I'm not coming back, I'm not gonna react, I'm not doing shit for you. I'm not sitting around, while you're tearing it down around us.

4. Beauty queen of only eighteen, she had some trouble with herself.

5. Old, lonely, and endless night. Cold morning rises from the night.

6. Le ciel bleu, sur nous peut s'effondrer, et la terre peut bien s'ecrouler.

7. I love you but I hate you, which brings to mind how much I love you. We could have worked this out, you know, in a little room, in a little locked room.

8. Fear me you lords and lady preachers, I descend upon your earth from the skies.

9. Raise the white flag. Surrender and salute your new general. Ferocious, not to be confused with animal.

10. Lights out, I still hear the rain. These images that fill my head now keep my fingers from making mistakes.

11. She said, 'Don't... Don't let it go to your head. Boys like you are a dime a dozen. Boys like you are a dime a dozen.'

12. Change your heart, look around you. Change your heart, it will astound you.

13. Empty spaces, what are we living for? Abandoned places, I guess we know the score.

14. Wag nang malumbay, ang pag-ibig ko ay tunay, sabihin man ng iyong nanay na wala akong silbi sa buhay.

15. Ako'y munting tinig, may munting pangarap. Samyo ng bulaklak sa hanging malinis.

16. I was quiet as a mouse when I snuck into your house and took roofies with your spouse, in a nit and out a louse.

17. If it's not those cowboy boots in the summer, oh my God I pray for another chance to drive down back highways, until I stumble upon your beautiful face.

18. I think it's time we give it up and figure out what's stopping us from breathing easy and talking straight.

19. A candy coated dream with parks and trees and figurines and her arms wrapped around my sleeve with tiny steps and eyes of green.

20. You're in a world of trouble, I can just see it now. You're taking these chances like teenage romances, and I can't believe you're brushing it off like my heart's on your sleeve.

we still have time

i spilled coffee on Wednesday, December 24, 2008 7:31 PM

The dream was so vivid.

The setting was at Rob. A new wing, I suppose, because I didn't recognize the new stores there at all. We were all kind of hanging out at the atrium, and this wing, it was at our left. So we went inside. And looked at the stalls and the stores and the botiques. We went to an ice cream stall and I got meself some ice cream. I blinked and everyone was gone. I searched the mall for anyone I recognized, although I failed to find a friend until I blinked my eyes. And everyone was back again. And the mall was full of random people.

Someone asked me if I have finished studying for the midterms. I said, "No, why?" And I think I remember a laugh and someone telling me that the midterms were scheduled the next day. Of course, being the placid protagonist, I smiled. I thought to myself, "Hmmm, that gives me 8 hours more to study." Apparently, it was already 10PM.

So, I studied and just when I was about to walk out the dorm, I woke up from that dream.

Who knows? I might have had that clairvoyant epiphany of a dream in which I would see the questions for the real midterms (sp?). If only I were asleep for 3 more minutes. Tsk tsk tsk.

good morning

i spilled coffee on 7:50 AM

I picked up my guitar again this Christmas break. It seems that I cannot get started on the academic stuff that I planned to do over the break. The genogram: I am currently in the conceptualization phase, that is, dreaming about it over and over again in my sleep. I haven't traced a single line in our family, except maybe for the ones that I already know. My family is the run-of-the-mill nuclear one, so you will not see any extended relationships between all of us.

Again with the guitar. I have found my fingers to have lost the callouses I developed when I first played the instrument. They were not pretty, but they helped when I wanted to play faster songs and whatnot. Right now, my fingers are sore. They have gone soft from all the inactivity this past few months. All that my fingertips were feeling was the soft-touch keyboard. :p

I'm giving up the guitar for good, unless I magically develop callouses tomorrow.

a faith healer

i spilled coffee on Tuesday, December 23, 2008 11:24 AM

Nagka-last-song-syndrome pa rin ako sa Ludo. Haha.

"She moves through moonbeams slowly.
She knows just how to hold me.
And when her edges soften,
Her body is my coffin."

I woke up at 2:30 P.M. today and it took me almost an hour to be functional again. The emptiness of an overcast afternoon is disturbing. I don't know. I guess I am dreading the coming rain. That would mean cold. Of course, according to Grice, this is just the natural meaning. In other words, x means that p and x meant that p entails p. Haha, I still remember a few stuff in Philosophy.

I need to do something else now that I am fully functional. I need activities for the holidays because I just can't rot in boredom.

And the orchids died. Hindi kasi diluted. Hehe

ludo love me dead

i spilled coffee on Friday, December 19, 2008 9:57 AM

Love me cancerously
Like a salt-sore soaked in the sea.
'High-maintenance' means
You're a gluttonous queen
Narcissistic and mean.
Kill me romantically
Fill my soul with vomit
Then ask me for a piece of gum.
Bitter and dumb
You're my sugarplum.
You're awful, I love you!

She moves through moonbeams slowly
She knows just how to hold me
And when her edges soften
Her body is my coffin
I know she drains me slowly
She wears me down to bones in bed

Must be the sign on my head
That says, oh...
Love me dead! Love me dead!

You're a faith-healer on T.V.
You're an office park without any trees
Corporate and cold
Gushing for gold
Leave me alone.
You suck so passionately
You're a parasitic, psycho, filthy creature
finger-bangin' my heart
You call me up drunk
Does the fun ever start?
You're hideous and sexy!

She moves through moonbeams slowly
She knows just how to hold me
And when her edges soften
Her body is my coffin
I know she drains me slowly
She wears me down to bones in bed

Must be the sign on my head
That says, oh...
Love me dead! Love me dead!

Love me cancerously
Brrrot-dot-da-d-da-da!
How's your new boy?
Does he know about me?
You've got the mark of the beast.
You're born of a jackal! You're beautiful!

She moves through moonbeams slowly
She knows just how to hold me
And when her edges soften
Her body is my coffin
I know she drains me slowly
She wears me down to bones in bed

Wha' 'bout that sign on my head
That says, oh...
Love me dead!

my account

i spilled coffee on Monday, December 15, 2008 7:10 PM

Konting konti na lang at wala na akong obligations for two whole weeks! Yay! Iniisip ko na 10 hours na lang at certified na wala na akong duties to any academic subject! Woot! Of course, hindi pa rin pwedeng mawala sa isipan ang Chem na yan. Aaralin ko siya for the break. Hindi ko siya obligation kasi nareport naman siya nang maayos; gusto ko lang maintindihan siya. Math, kailangan ko siyang aralin. Hindi ko alam kailan pa ako makakatulog, basta kailangan makatulog ako tonight.

shapes and sizes

i spilled coffee on 1:53 AM

I slept like a baby... if you had been lulling your baby to sleep with Marilyn Manson songs. God, this night was hellish. I will not even use the cliche "tossing and turning" because I've been doing more than that for the night. I spent almost 5 hours trying to fall asleep only to wake up to find that it's already 6AM and I need to eat my breakfast and ingest the proper amount of caffeine for today. Gaaah. Fnck my GMT - 8 Body Clock.

centromeres and how to sleep well

i spilled coffee on Sunday, December 14, 2008 10:35 PM

All this time I have been experiencing download speeds of up to 50 kbps. I rejoiced at this fact simply because I share the bandwidth with 10 other active downloaders in the dorm. Hence, I never really questioned the fact that my downloading speed has remained constant. However, it has only been just 5 minutes ago when I discovered that earlier on, I had set the maximum download speed for all torrents to 50 kbps. Nice. All this time I waited hours and hours long for downloads to finish when in fact, I could have gotten speeds of up to 115 kbps on uTorrent. Nice. I'm off to sleep. I hope. I wonder, should I still sleep now? I mean, it's roughly 2 hours and 30 minutes before I need to wake up.

Oh well. I guess I have to sleep. Fnck. I will look like crap tomorrow morning. Can't wait.

insomniac enigma

i spilled coffee on 10:23 PM

How does one sleep in the night? How does one engage himself in REM in an instant? I cannot sleep. I need to sleep. Sleep is good. It has been 2 hours since I have tried sleeping and I realized that my efforts were wasted on this useless attempts on the tradition of nocturnal sleep. Instead, I should have been studying for the past two hours so that I might have gone to sleep. Tsk tsk. I really need to lay off on the caffeine or whatever endocrine hormone it is that has been inhibiting the supposed sleep-inducing effect of the dark.

compose blog entry

i spilled coffee on 8:03 PM

Right now, I do not know what to think. Should I think about the different germinative layers and the corresponding tissues that differentiate from the layers or should I concentrate on this blog post? Because as unseemly as it is, I am currently studying Bio. I do not want to miss something tomorrow. I do not want to go into the exam room confident, only to find out that I missed a few pages in the module worth 10 or more points in the exam. I can't have that. xD I am not grade-conscious. Basically, it just boils down to being academically-oriented. No, not academics-obsessed. And maybe just a little influence of this thing called peer pressure. Maybe conformity too. Now who said mindlessly conforming to the norms without questioning the fundamental rationales of conformity was a bad thing when I am successfully making progress because of my insatiable hunger for acceptance?! xDD

Shifting to sleeping position. I should be asleep before 1AM or else mababangag ako bukas nang umaga. <( and i should wake up before 6AM din, para maayos ang umaga at makapagcoffee pa ako before going off to school. *sigh* And I have a parent issue that just sucks. They interpreted my accidental leaving of the phone in Manila as something else. Baka daw may tinatago ako or something. T_________T riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. I don't know if I should be mad or sad for their distrusting me. And they are ultimately oblivious to the fact that it is imperative that my studytime should be spent outside the dorm and in a coffee shop. I prefer places other than my dorm because it is less likely that I would fall asleep on my notes and stuff when I am in a coffee shop than when I would be lying supine on the bed in the dorm with my head propped up with pillows.

It's 1AM na. I guess I should sleep.

I feel like I need to study more. Pero, whatever. Come what may. I already gave it my best.

HOSHIT! may bio HW pa pala! and bygod they are so many! looks like mamaya pa ako makakatulog. Thanks Steph for telling me. I didn't know. Pages 96-98 kept staring me at the face kanina while I was reviewing, but I shrugged them off as unimportant because I didn't hear Prof. Rubite telling us this was HW. Bygod. Andami.

boring stuff to do when bored

i spilled coffee on Friday, December 12, 2008 8:30 PM

1. YOUR REAL NAME:

- Joseph V. Orano

2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (first 3 letters of your first name plus izzle):

- Josizzle

3. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color and favorite animal):

- Red Human

4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME:(your middle name and street you live on)

- Villacarlos Orosa

5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name)

- Orajo. Amazing.

6. YOUR SUPERHERO/CRIMINAL NAME: (Your 2nd favorite color, and favorite drink)

- Yellow Macchiato. xD

7. YOUR IRAQI NAME: (2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your Last name, 1st letter of your last name, 2nd letter of your moms maiden name, 3rd letter of your dads name, 1st letter of a siblings first name, and last letter of your moms first name)

- Oaoifon

8. YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (parents' middle names before marriage)

- Legaria Cordova. Hahaha

9.YOUR GOTH NAME: (black, and the name of one of your pets )

- Black Biscuit. xD

December Wishlist

i spilled coffee on Monday, December 8, 2008 5:54 PM

dfgwr

i spilled coffee on Sunday, December 7, 2008 8:12 PM

Kahit ilang beses ko nang napanood ang Once, I still haven't blogged about it. Kahit it's one of my favorite movies.

Once. Once. Once. Sobra!! You have to love it. There's a certain honesty to their songs that just makes you want to go with the movie and cry and... I don't know... feel? There's very few movies that could elicit such an emotional response from me. Well, no. I mean, I laughed at Twilight, so there was an emotional response. Pero, very few movies could make me feel the way they want you to feel. Twilight made me want to envy Edward Cullen and his uber vampiremanliness when all the while, I just wanted to kick his pansy ass out of the screen. I mean, COME ON!! --- "I can't go out in the sunlight because it makes me look so pweedy and so byuuutiffullll. I spawkle, bitch. I spawkle. That's why we avoid the sunwight because it wud make all the byuutifulll glitter on our pale skin." "I love you Bella. You are my life. You are my drug. You are my heroin. You are my everything. Your scent makes me shudder and roll my eyes in my sockets because I just love you so much just because... I don't know... raging hormones? I've had them for like three whole centuries or something? Because, from the moment I met you, from the moment my eyes first rolled in their sockets and I shuddered and shook in Biology class, I have fallen in love with you. Just like that, in a snap. And I've been stalking you. Isn't that romantic?"--- So Twilight wasn't that effective. It's just sad how they water down vampires these days.

Once, however, ohgawd, Once. Alam ni Ang kung gaano ko to kamahal...haha, along with other movies like eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, fight club, amelie, ocean's eleven, twelve, thirteen, pan's labyrinth, superbad. you can say na nasa canon ko na to.

tangled up in blue

i spilled coffee on Sunday, November 30, 2008 11:45 AM

Katy Perry is the quintessential hot sexually vague chick who has good vocal chops. LMAO Dinownload ko na ang buong album niya. Did you know that she was a former Christian artist? xD I just can't imagine the transition from "Oh Lord, bring me to this place of refuge" to "I kissed a girl and I liked it."

Katy Perry is cute, with gothic style dresses and humourous colors, she pulls it off. haha

The Killers, The Used, A Day to Remember (which I found out to be too hardcore rock for my taste).

to rid my blog of unneeded emo

i spilled coffee on 1:14 AM

Instructions: Put your favorite music player on shuffle (Party Shuffle on iTunes) and fill in the names of the songs in the order they show up. Or you could pick your own songs, but that's not as much fun. ;)

When I'm drunk I say: I'm Walking Away (Craig David)

This song describes my grandparents: Fidelity (Regina Spektor)

Behind my back, my friends think I'm: About A Girl (The Academy Is...)

Next time I'm in front of a crowd, I'll say: My World (Sick Puppies)

My deepest secret is: Il Tango Della Signora Francesco Di Bartolomeo Di Zanobi del Giocondo (Forgive Durden)

My best friend is like: The Goodbye Song (Stephen Speaks)

My innermost desire is: Set Phasers to Stun (Taking Back Sunday)

My alter-ego is: Dance Inside (The All-American Rejects)

At my wedding they'll play: The Conversation (Motion City Soundtrack)

To cheer myself up I: God Put A Smile on Your Face (Coldplay)

Somewhere in my wedding vows, I will include: Behind The Sea (Panic! At The Disco)

My birth was like: Bicycle Race (Queen)

What I did did last night was: Jezibel the Infidel (Vie Perdu)

My parents are like the song: HereGoesNothing (Neversaynever!)

My last words will be: If You Want Me (Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova)

If I reached the top of Mount Everest, what I would scream: Falling Out Of Love (Aqualung)

My favorite thing to do is: Ghost Song (Air)

Happiness is: I've Got the World on a String (Michael Buble)

My theme song: Left Behind (Aqualung)

Highschool was like: Dance Dance (Fall Out Boy)k

The story of my life is: Russian Literature (Maximo Park)

When I'm in the shower, I sing: In The Aeroplane Over The Sea (Neutral Milk Hotel)

The best thing about me is: Everything (A Cursive Memory)

Right now, I feel: I'm Still Breathing (Katy Perry)

At my funeral they'll play: Everybody's Changing (Keane)

My day will be like: No Limit (Bob Dylan)

My friends see me as: Stop the Fuckin' Car (Circa Survive)

Will I ever have kids?: Stay Beautiful (The Last Goodnight)

School is: War On Sound (Moonbabies)

For me, summer is: Memories That Fade Like Photographs (All Time Low)

Nothing is better than: No Sunlight (Death Cab for Cutie)

i cannot catch my tongue

i spilled coffee on Saturday, November 29, 2008 8:18 PM

This is no time to be profound. This a time to lose your head in the text, the many lines that follow after this first line that nobody might find interesting. I do not know what I am writing about. But, everything doesn't have to be about something, does it? There are some things that just are, and some things that just aren't. Let me cue the headlights here and shine some light on the topic. There are some things that just aren't. I do not know where there is coming from and I hope I know. But then again, we usually have no idea where things do come from. Only after some introspection and some hard piece of shit they call liquor will you know where everything comes from. In vino veritas, in wine there is truth.

But my wine, it is not the alcohol of which the breath of the guy at the corner of the street with his black feet and his dry stringy hair smells of. It's the children's liquor, that hard drink that makes them run about perpetually in circles and ellipses all around you on a bright Monday evening. Maple syrup, peanut butter, soda, ice cream--have it in any form but it always gives the same result: your little Kevin/Sophia/Chris/or whatever you choose to call the child running amuk. I prefer chocolate milk, a liter of it. And now my head hurts with the sordid taste of this calcium-and-sugar-saturated drink. My parents would be happy to find that I am jugging a whole liter of this junk down my throat and making my long, translucent bones thicker and more stronger. If I can't have the luxury of having sufficient amounts of adipose tissue in my body, I'd rather spend my time wasting away, trying to reinforce my bones with the proper minerals and whatnot.

Sigh. I thought for about five minutes. Sometimes, all you need is silence to figure things out. That silence. That irremovable silence that hangs in the air like a Oriental lantern so bright, shedding light (oh this line has shown up twice tonight) on the things that do not seem right. The previous sentence convinced me to not write about it tonight (rhyming words subconsciously is a bad omen). The omens should not be disregarded. I can only smile at the thought of my thinking of this later, as everyone is burying their heads' in Stephenie Meyer's creative imagination recycling conglomerate (i.e., book and movie), I am once again revisiting my Anne Rice roots. There's not much talent involved in writing a sexual fantasy. You might need a traumatic childhood or adulthood, but certainly not a working imagination or a new way with words.
Goodbye. The long lines I have promised following the first sentence seem to be unlikely, as I am caught in my own twister of thoughts. This twister: you cannot just expect to see the things caught in the swirling vortex of entropy (oh Sheldon), in the aftermath, placed equidistantly from each other in coherent and orderly prose, with me, expounding on the profundity of these thoughts.

I was never good with goodbyes. Takes one to start the process, takes more than one to let it all go. I have said a lot of goodbyes, but all of it were for one person.

Ha. It's funny how all of a sudden, everything is about you. It's funny how my staring at this blank monitor conjured up your image in my radiation-burnt retinas. And this, suddenly, this all becomes about you. Goodbye.

oh yellow box

i spilled coffee on Friday, November 28, 2008 9:07 PM

Naaasar ako. I was chainsurfing through Wikipedia and I happened to come across the Twilight Soundtrack. Shit. I looked at the list and found Iron and Wine there. :( Isa pa naman sila sa mga favorite band ko. Paano na lang? For always na lang ba siyang maassociate sa Twilight?! :(((( FYI: Iron and Wine is only composed of one person. :p

asking out someone

i spilled coffee on Wednesday, November 26, 2008 4:50 PM

Leonard: Hello, Leslie.
Leslie: Hey, Leonard.
Leonard: Leslie, I would like to propose an experiment.
Leslie: What's that?
Leonard: I was thinking more of a biosocial exploration with a neurochemical overlay.
Leslie: Wait, are you asking me out?
Leonard: I was going to characterize it as a modification of our colleague/friendship paradigm with the addition of a date-like component, but we don't to quibble over terminology.
Leslie: What sort of an experiment would you propose?
Leonard: Eh, you know the generally accepted pattern in this area, I would pick you up, take you to a restaurant, we would see a movie, probably a romantic comedy featuring the talents of Hugh Grant and Sandra Bullock.
Leslie: Interesting. But would you agree that the primary way we would evaluate either the success or failure of the date would be based on the biochemical reaction during the goodnight kiss?
Leonard: ... Heart rate, pheromones, etcetera, yes.
Leslie: Well, why don't we just stipulate that the date goes well and move to the key variable.
Leonard: You mean, kiss you now?
Leslie: Yeah.
Leonard: Can you define the parameters of the kiss?
Leslie: Close mouth but romantic. Mint?
Leonard: Thanks.
(...both eat mints...)
Leonard: Shall I count down to three?
Leslie: No, I think it needs to be spontaneous.
(...kisses...)
Leslie: What do you think?
Leonard: You proposed the experiment, I think you should present your findings first.
Leslie: Fair enough. On the plus side, it was a good kiss, reasonable technique. No extreme spittle. On the other hand, no arousal.
Leonard: Hm... Well, thank you for your time.
Leslie: Thank you.

i am the purple guy

i spilled coffee on 3:14 PM

The Killers' new album drops in record stores today. :D I love The Killers. But I'd rather have my online downloads than buy something everyone else rips off the internet. :p Axl Rose has released his new album. I liked him in Guns N' Roses. But now, he's like a zombie trying to resurrect his zombie music with him. :( It's sad. Can't he just retire or something. He's ruining it for everyone else, imo.

I can honestly say I barely know myself. I rely on horoscopes and personality quizzes to tell me the least bit of who I am. From a Facebook app I got the following results:

Main Traits: intellectual, calm, impulsive

a thing to do when bored

i spilled coffee on 12:36 AM

Someday, when I'm too bored, I will write down my favorite bands and alphabetize them in Notepad. Then I shall listen to their songs in that particular order.

caja roja

i spilled coffee on Tuesday, November 25, 2008 11:01 PM

Naubos ko na ang Caja Roja sa dorm na bigay ng pinsan ko.
:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
chocolate, among other things, is love.
hahahahaha
waaa. gusto ko pa.

i had a title then forgot it

i spilled coffee on 9:18 PM

I was halfway through doing my blog post for the day when I decided against it and deleted everything from this text box and just started to listen to songs on my playlist of 2036 songs. I needed a song for today. And then, I noticed something. That almost all of my songs had something to do with love. Love in finding someone, Love in doing some sexual things apparently to some shorty (pronounced shawty) with her hot thang, who all the while is shaking her laffy taffy at your beckoning, Love in waiting for someone [here I clicked on a Sigur Ros song. I do not know what it is saying so I looked it up LMAO he sounds like an otter. Staralfur is "Staring Elf" pala. T_____T incredible. I like Icelandic languages. :D Hindi siya love, actually. Depends on your interpretation. For me, Staralfur is a commemoration of the freedom of imagination. Probably it is about the experience-based reality of man: nothing is real unless I experience it. Sigur Ros does not condemn these "seeing-is-believing" guys but narrates what would happen if they did see something that they have not believed before. All the walls are gone. They were walled in. Pero baka shallow lang ang interpretation ko. Lulz], Love in finding each other accidentally, Love in losing someone which is the most common of all themes in the songs in my playlist. Yuck. Ang "in" ko pala sa love. Not that I'm -in- love, but that the thought of love is drawing me in. Siguro nga, as a universal theme, no one can escape the fateful hands of love. T_____T

Si Juno ulit. She made my day. Like, she completed an already awesome day and I could only sleep and wallow in my deep oneiric thoughts. Oh, totally forgot about my dreams. Baka hindi talaga ako nag-REM. Haha, ang sad.

Nagdodownload ako ng new episodes ng Heroes, TBBT, HIMYM at GG. Bumagal siya. From 50 kbps, which is the most you can get downloading off uTorrent in dorm internet, it went down to 6 kbps. IDKWTFHAPPENED. It's useless doing anything. This sucks, really. You can't measure half of the magnitude of the suckiness of this situation.

paramore should be written with all small letters. well, at least ganun pa yung name ng band nila nung una ko silang mahanap. yes they are indie.

Listening to Forgive Durden. Good band. Same producer as TAI, PATD, Paramore, Gym Class Heroes, Cute is What We Aim For. I should totally list down my cassette tapes back at home! Let's kick it old school!!!!

THE SPIRIT!! CAN'T WAIT TO WATCH IT.
WATCHMEN!! I'M GIDDY WITH DELIGHT AT THE THOUGHT OF IT.
THE VINTNER'S LUCK. isang french movie na supposedly inaabangan rin daw dapat. hindi ko alam. baka gusto to ni angel kasi andito pala si gaspard ulliel (who i didn't know was really famous already).

Gusto ko manood ng HALLAM FOE.

vitamins and minerals

i spilled coffee on Monday, November 24, 2008 6:58 PM

Tuesday na bukas. Tuesday is T.T

jetplanes make me happy

i spilled coffee on 12:48 PM

Today may be the 6th most greatest day in my entire life. First off, I got to watch the Coen Brothers' latest film, finally. After two months, Burn After Reading has graced Philippine cinemas. It was worth the wait. It was. It was funny and it was smart and it was all the things you would love about the Coen brothers. Brad Pitt was just funny. And so was Frances Mcsomething. George Clooney played his part well. LMAO I did not exactly laugh out loud during the entire feature because there was a man behind me out-laughing me. You know, the kind of laugh that makes your laugh sound weak and ineffective. I am okay with people who are with me laughing, but there's just something awkward about people you do not know laughing.

Second, I just learned that I have mad skillz in Table Tennis that are worth one million dollars of endorsements. No, just kidding. And I also found out that Mozilla Firefox automatic spelling check accepts words such as skillz and deadz and hoez and beerz and rockz and gunz. There is no red line beneath the words. I am quite surprised. I am just glad that I have found something to do to pass the time away. Maybe I will do wall relays or something with my new pastime. Biolec was fun, I guess. And I got to see a jetplane!

I was walking down Orosa, just minding my own business and talking to myself about trivial matters, such as the relationship of the people who were walking in front of me, or the taste of the food that dogs eat. You know, just the usual. LMAO No, I was actually thinking of what to have dinner. Well, anyway, I saw this thin plume of smoke that zipped across the sky. It was something that looked like a jet. It could be a jet. It probably was. Maybe it was a fighter plane. I love fighter planes. I just wanna ride one and shoot the hell out of those Russian guys. I saw a jetplane today. Who knows how it could have different if I had seen two, maybe three, jetplanes in an echelon. But one thing's for sure, I saw a jetplane today, its rising smoke billowing from the tips of its wings overhead. I saw a jetplane today. And I am already fncking happy. :)

new news

i spilled coffee on Saturday, November 22, 2008 5:41 PM

New song on page. We Are Scientists - Altered Beast. But it's not uploading. So I guess it will still be Chiodos' Intensity in Ten Cities pa rin, until Sunday.

On today's headlines, I found a wi-fi signal here at my cousin's place! :DD No, it's not the same wi-fi connection that I leeched on once upon a time. That connection's owner learned how to put security passwords for wi-fi waaay back when they saw me near their door with my laptop. As for this new wi-fi connection I had been using, I do not know where this is coming from. I thought it was some stray signal or whatnot and that it would disappear in a few minutes. But it's still on and it's been six hours. It's not stable though. It intermittently appears and disappears. God, I hope the owner's an insomniac.

On other news, my childhood love Ashlee Simpson, after doing it with Pete Wentz, now welcomes her first baby: Bronx Mowgli. Now, I can just imagine how the baby will barely survive childhood. Although Mowgli is a cool name for me because it reminds me of Mogwai, I guess other kids will just create awful puns out of that name. I can think of many right now. I don't want to enumerate so there. And out of all New York City boroughs, they chose Bronx. Why Bronx? Why not Brooklyn? Or Manhattan? Or Queens? Or Staten Island? Frankly, I still haven't looked up the sex of little Mowgli (oh the pun is so obvious), so I can't exactly present gender-appropriate names.

On other news, the latest Coen Brothers movie is finally OUT in Philippine theaters. Gawd. It's been... what, two months already? Two months. That's how long it took for the film to show here. I don't know how the movie industry works, but it sure was one hell of a long wait.

down

i spilled coffee on Tuesday, November 18, 2008 2:51 PM

I don't feel well. I think I'm coming down with something. I hope it's not a goddahh fever or a cold or a combination of the two. I hate those.

New song in homepage. Intensity in Ten Cities by Chiodos. :]

I'm sleeping earlier than usual. I don't feel like doing stuff all night. Bonsoir!

novelty

i spilled coffee on Monday, November 10, 2008 6:37 AM

Rob and Elliot by Clay and Hampton Yount
"Real Inventions"
Link: PAGE | HOME

faye whitaker says un-crap

i spilled coffee on Sunday, November 9, 2008 11:57 PM

Fiscal responsibility is boring. I want instant gratification.

the movie is

i spilled coffee on Saturday, November 8, 2008 8:24 PM

Tinapos ko na lang ang Battle Royale. Okay naman siya. Cool nga eh. Pero, masyadong maikli. Andaming parts na naleave out. Or nileave out. At andami rin nilang ni-rearrange. Iba ang ending ng book sa movie. Mas gusto ko ang book ending.

but tramps like us, baby we were born to run

i spilled coffee on 3:57 PM

I watched Battle Royale today while eating dinner. It was okay I guess, but I thought I would be made to throw up. But yeah, it takes more than that and Saw III or IV to make me surrender my dinner to the bedroom floor in a gush of sour hydrochloric acid. So I will be waiting for Saw V and will be bringing pasta and rice in an attempt to induce emesis all over again. Napanood ko na QoS. Ossum~! Pero wouldn't want to spoil it for others. So mum's the word. :# One of the movies which make me wonder and cry about how my life isn't getting any awesomer, unlike James Bond's. LMFAO Pero, unlike other books-turned-movies, mas gusto kong panoorin ang mga James Bond films than reading Ian Fleming.

Battle Royale. Where do I start. First off, it was an okay movie. But since I read the book, I had expected more. I thought the movie would be something gritty and noir-ish. But then, all I saw was thin blood. I'd say that the movie was only a tangent to the circle that is Koushun Takami's Battle Royale.

Basic movie details that aren't the same as the book:

1. Shogo and Kazuo are already their classmates. They are not transferees.
2. Kazuo has this Kiriyama family. This is a gang of delinquents in the classroom composed of Sho, Mitsuru, Ryuhei and Hiroshi.
3. It is not their seventh grade teacher who takes control of the program. It is a government official named Sakamochi.
4. Only 3 guards are present in the room, not an entire squad.
5. They were seated on individual chairs when they got to the school.
6. Noriko was hit in the leg, thus slowing Shuya down.
7. Their teacher, Hayashida, was stuffed into a black garbage bag and left to one corner of the room.

I could go on, but I am not the least bit OC to narrate the exact details of story deviations. I'm lending this book to whoever wants to borrow. :D

"In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
Its a death trap, its a suicide rap
We gotta get out while were young
`cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims
And strap your hands across my engines
Together we could break this trap
Well run till we drop, baby well never go back
Will you walk with me out on the wire
`cause baby Im just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta find out how it feels
I want to know if love is wild, girl I want to know if love is real

Beyond the palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you wendy on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss

The highways jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybodys out on the run tonight but theres no place left to hide
Together wendy well live with the sadness
Ill love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday girl I dont know when were gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go and well walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run"

-Born To Run, Bruce Springsteen

but tramps like us, baby we were born to run

i spilled coffee on 3:55 PM

but tramps like us, baby we were born to run

i spilled coffee on 3:54 PM

battle royale

i spilled coffee on Friday, November 7, 2008 2:57 PM

I don't know why I didn't read this early on, but Battle Royale is the best! :D Of course, it really isn't -the best- book ever. But for me, now, it's the best. I was juggling two books but ended up preferring one over the other. Battle Royale and Choke. I started reading Battle Royale last November 4 (I like to believe Michael Crichton died due to my finishing Next on 3 November 2008, but I just cannot bear the guilt) and held onto Battle Royale for a whole night. I read Choke only sparsely the next day, when I had nothing to do and nothing on TV was interesting enough to watch. Last night, I held tight onto Battle Royale and even turned off my laptop, which was impossible if it were not for the book.

I think I'll never see murdering games the same way I did again. I definitely love gore and killing and real blood, but I never thought the bloody images would be this rich and vivid if you read them off a book. I have never read a novel with this kind of action, that is to say that this is not necessarily unique, it's just that I haven't read a novel like this and I will now look for novels of the same kind.

I am looking for The Lord of the Flies. It says so right at the back of the book that this novel is much like The Lord of the Flies, which is a classic. I like reading classics. They're just so... classic that no one would ever dare to write another novel like it lest they want to be criticized for poor creativity and unoriginality. So when I read classics, they come off as completely original and cool. And it's also good knowing the real origin of some common and abused storylines. I also like the fact that they are culturally significant. I want to read and am currently stocking up Doctor Faustus, Faust (I think this is where the whole "selling-your-soul-to-the-devil" plots began), Paradise Lost, Divine Comedy (the circles of Hell and the title of the comic strip), How To Kill A Mockingbird.

Ah, may movie din pala ang Battle Royale, pero 2000 pa siya at Japanese din. Hm, looks like matagal na pala talaga napublish ang libro. Haha. Pero 2003 pa ang English translation.

high school musical three sucks

i spilled coffee on 11:42 AM

Tapos na akong magpa-enroll. :D weeee~! time for a few movies and books, then aral na naman.

High School Musical Three. Pangit. Pangit. Pangit. Pangit. Sorry, HSM fans pero pangit siya. Hindi worth watching sa cinema. Dapat sa pirated DVD (disclaimer: I am not advocating the acquisition of pirated DVDs over copyrighted purchases or cinema-viewing. I am only emphasizing the fact that HSM3 is not worth P100+.) ko na lang pinanood. Sayang, pinanood ko na lang sana ang Quantum of Solace para House Bunny na lang ngayong Sunday. Pero, whatever. HSM3 was okay during the beginning. I got chills just watching the first thirty minutes of the show. I was all giddy with delight. Then, watching the show for the next hour became a tedious activity. I was like, "when-will-this-show-end...when-will-this-show-end...when-will-this-show-end...when-will-this-show-end...when-will-this-show-end...." You get the point. Anyways, masarap naman yung butter popcorn eh... so, meh. Ang ganda ng songs sa start. May ilang awkward scenes at songs na hindi na dapat nilagay kasi they're corny, or unnecessary to the plot (hence, adding to the long runtime), or plain pangit. Pero mas gumanda ang dance numbers, I guess.

Tapos, yung new movie ng Coen brothers, magshoshowing na on the big screen sa Philippines soon! Finally... :D Burn After Reading, I wanna watch it. Aaat, malapit na rin ang Watchmen at The Spirit! Yay!

sembraekk in ye ole hometown

i spilled coffee on Thursday, November 6, 2008 12:10 AM

of Digos. I listed down stuff to do but they ended up not being accomplished. First off, I tried to fix my body clock, i.e. sleeping on time, but ended up finishing almost all of the books I bought for the sembreak, just tossing and turning and flipping to different reading positions. The good thing is that I learned how to "crash-sleep". It's a sure-fire way to get yourself to sleep.

First, get a book. Make it a damn good book. Second, lie on the bed in a supine position. Third, slowly crawl on your backside to the edge of your bed. Hang your head from the edge of the bed. Hold the book up to your face and read. Just read until you get woozy. When you get all woozy, continue reading. When you feel like you can't take it anymore, it's the time for you to move back to the pillows near the headboard and lay your head gently on the pillow. You should sleep by now.

Apparently, this crash-sleep thing is dangerous. It was yesterday that I almost choked on my saliva after laughing terribly hard from some Palahniuk.

I didn't learn how to cook real food. I haven't watched Pushing Daisies.

I need to do this now. Like, fix my sleeping pattern. From what I've seen, we have four classes which unfortunately terribly awfully apocalyptically start at 7AM.

Weeee~ this is going to be a helluva lot of fun. T.T

second playlist of my life

i spilled coffee on Monday, November 3, 2008 8:56 PM

can't get enough. (!!) - favorites

Life Playlist Survey

Highschool was like: never is a promise
My love of life was inspired by the song: John McLaughlin - Human (!!)
If I reached the top of Mount Everest, what I would scream: THUNdARRRrrRRR!!!!!!1!!
The story of my life is: ...call it weird or call it salsa.
My innermost desire is: ...i didn't say i was powerful, i said i was a wizard. (!!) (by Chiodos)
My make-out song is: Postal Service - The Dream of Evan and Chan
My day will be like: MOONDANCE.
Right now, I feel: oh my god. (!!) (by Mark Ronson & Lily Allen)
At my funeral they'll play: Yael Naim - New Soul xDD
What makes me happy is: i wanna have your babies. xDD
My parents are like the song: Boys Like Girls - Broken Man
What I did did last night was: so far away. (!!)
To cheer myself up I: say, "Hey Brittany!"
My last words will be: "You're beautiful."
Behind my back, my friends think I'm: the showdown at p-town.
My best friend is like: roll on. xDD (!!) (by Dntel)
My message to the world has always been: The Great Escape (!!) (We Are Scientists)
My favorite thing to do is: alone again.
My ultimate song for dancing is: The Black Parade. LMAO
Happiness is: the real thing.
My friends see me as: stick, stones and techno. (!!)
When I'm drunk I say: "Sleep."
At my wedding they'll play: SAY ANYTHING - ALIVE WITH THE GLORY OF LOVE (!!) (!!) (!!)
I'll have a good day if I can just hear: Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly. - I Spy.
My birth was like: nudity. haha, of course.
If I got lost on a desert island, I would yell: THE BEGINNING IS THE END IS THE BEGINNING!
My alter-ego is: skinny, mean man. xDDDD

first playlist of my life

i spilled coffee on 8:34 PM

bored. extremely. wala lang. haha, nakakatawa ang mga lumalabas. :D

Life Playlist Survey

Highschool was like: let's lightning!
My love of life was inspired by the song: Kailangan Ko'y Ikaw
If I reached the top of Mount Everest, what I would scream: I'M YOURS!!!
The story of my life is: when you're gone
My innermost desire is: .October nights.
My make-out song is: Eminem - When I'm Gone
My day will be like: Makes Me Wonder
Right now, I feel: goodnight goodnight.
At my funeral they'll play: Quietdrive - Time After Time
What makes me happy is: surgically removing the track device.
My parents are like the song: Boldstar - Kumot at Unan
What I did did last night was: Antonia. lmaooo (by Motion City Soundtrack)
To cheer myself up I: lindsay quit lollygagging.
My last words will be: "Paalam na."
Behind my back, my friends think I'm: no good. (You Know I'm No Good)
My best friend is like: heels over head (over me??? haha, j/k)
My message to the world has always been: The Music or the misery?
My favorite thing to do is: set phasers to stun! :D
My ultimate song for dancing is: Jojo - How to Touch a Girl xD
Happiness is: low. :DDDDDDDD
My friends see me as: total revenge!!
When I'm drunk I say: "Last night..."
At my wedding they'll play: Chicago - If You Leave Me Now
I'll have a good day if I can just hear: Michael Jackson - Don't Stop Till You Get Enough
My birth was like: crazy little thing called love.
If I got lost on a desert island, I would yell: NO SUNLIGHT!!!
My alter-ego is: Jasey Rae.
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you could not keep your pretty hands off me

i spilled coffee on 1:54 PM

They're certainly entitled to think that, and they're entitled to full respect for their opinions... but before I can live with other folks I've got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience.
-To Kill A Mockingbird

Oh Sunday rest
I'm a mess
put me in your arms.
I called your home
heard the tone
just wanna be a part of.
It could be wrong
but i tried
to tell you last night.
I found it hard
to explain
I sleep and I can't talk.

Don't say a word
my head ain't feeling right
stay where you belong inside

Hey! It will be alright
I just found myself in ways I couldn't help
it will be alright
just find a state where everything's passing by
I just found myself in ways I couldn't help

Sunday rest
still a mess
put me in your arms
See when she's down
girlie charm
Just wanna have a part of
I found it hard
but i tried
to tell you last night
The planet's grown
turned to stone
see you on the safe side?
-Moonbabies, War on Sound

you could not keep your pretty hands off me
you could not keep your pretty hands off me
you could not keep your pretty hands off me
you could not keep your pretty hands off me
-The Trucks, Shattered

our whole universe was in a hot dense state

i spilled coffee on Thursday, October 30, 2008 11:26 PM

I just finished watching The Big Bang Theory Season Two. All I can say is, Sheldon, smile! :D I do not know why I like the humor of Sheldon (socially inept, neurotic theoretical physicist), Rahj (has the "unability" to -speak- to women. LMAO), Howard (overly sexual geek), and Leonard (relatively normal geek with a tendency to discuss irrelevant trivia). I have been looking forward to this show since the first time I saw its teaser on E! but anyways, I have always missed out on their episodes on Jack TV. Makes me worry about my tendency to drift to CBS comedy shows that are targeted towards middle-age audience like How I Met Your Mother. LMAO I like how they speak in jargon at times. They're like this huge bunch of geeks. xD And they live across the hall from a hot waitress whom Leonard likes, Howard hits on, Rahj cannot speak to and Sheldon doesn't care about.

Looking forward to next episode. :D

The Big Bang Theory Theme Song

Our whole universe was in a hot dense state,
Then nearly fourteen billion years ago expansion started. Wait...
The Earth began to cool,
The autotrophs began to drool,
Neanderthals developed tools,
We built a wall (we built the pyramids),
Math, science, history, unraveling the mysteries,
That all started with the big bang!

who is gwydion

i spilled coffee on Wednesday, October 29, 2008 2:03 AM

I spent the night waiting for the sunrise. I do not know why I cannot sleep normally, that is, maintain a nocturnal sleeping pattern. However, I have done some productive things during the night. First, I have finished Neil Gaiman's American Gods. It was a fucking good read! There were a few plot points that I missed though. Second and there will not be any third to perfect a trifecta trio, I downloaded Fall episodes of the new seasons of The Big Bang Theory, Gossip Girl and Heroes. I started a while ago, at 4AM. I might need to wait.

I was disappointed when I found out that they have not aired the new How I Met Your Mother episode. I really was really looking really forward really to the new episode!! :[ Oh well. I found out that they published a book for the Bro Code! LMAO! You might want to get this one, Abi. I guess it would be a fun read too.

let's rob the world of its angular momentum

i spilled coffee on Tuesday, October 28, 2008 8:26 PM

ito ang kwento ng sukatan, pasikatan at shaded circles

i spilled coffee on Monday, October 27, 2008 10:49 PM

Watdafart?! I didn't know there was an UPCAT The Movie! Indie film. Woooooo~! Haha, sana maganda yung movie. From what I've seen, it's going to be a great movie. :D 0:52, kamukha *slightly* ni Blair. haha

for the love of bukowski.

i spilled coffee on 7:10 PM

Bukowski, Charles. "You know and I know and thee know." The Last Night of the Earth Poems. England: HarperCollins Ecco (1992).

You know and I know and thee know

that as the yellow shade rips
as the cat leaps wild-eyed
as the old bartender leans on the wood
as the hummingbird sleeps

you know and I know and thee know

as the tanks pratice on false battlefields
as your tires work the freeway
as the midget drunk on cheap bourbon cries alone at night
as the bulls are carefully bred for the matadors
as the grass watches you and the trees watch you
as the sea holds creatures vast and true

you know and I know and thee knoow

the sadness and the glory of two slippers under a bed
the ballet of your heart dancing with your blood
young girls of love who will someday hate their mirrors
overtime in hell
lunch with a sick salad

you know and I know and thee know

the end as we know it now
it seems such a lousy trick after the lousy agony but

You know and I know and thee know

the joy that sometimes comes along out of nowhere
rising like a falcon moon across the impossibility

you know and I know and thee know

the cross-eyed craziness of total elation
we know that we finally have not been cheated

you know and I know and thee know

as we look at our hands our feet our lives our way
the sleeping hummingbird
the murdered dead of armies
the sun that eats you as you face it

you know and I know and thee know

we will defeat death

in a word

i spilled coffee on Sunday, October 26, 2008 8:33 PM

From Readers Digest September 1973. :D Nakita ko lang siya while rummaging through old stuff. Not my stuff, pero old magazines lang. Haha From assistant pressroom foreman Gil Johnson to his daughter:

I'm using this time while I have nothing to do to let you know that I have nothing to say.

People tend to look down at the word nothing and belittle its importance; however, it can mean life or death, success or failure, joy or sadness.

Mountain climbers have died when they stepped on it. Parachutists are upset when they pull the ripcord and it comes out. Farmers have lost their farms when they grew it. Ball players and coaches have lost their jobs when they scored it. Women have been whistled at when they wore it as a girdle or bra, and many women make a good living when they dance in it. It's also reason for joy when it represents the sum total of your debts.

It's what you earn when you do it. I have saved it over the years and now I have it in my bank account.

It's what you generally learn from a politician making a speech. It's often discussed at meetings, and arguments and fights start over the subject. I often find it in my mailbox and only last night received it from the milk machine.

I could go on but it will mean nothing. I just want you to be aware as you go through life that when you get some time to relax you should think about this subject. Please do not think that I have been trying to give you a sermon because I have nothing in mind. Don't try to thank me. It's nothing.

end it with a break-up

i spilled coffee on Friday, October 24, 2008 9:29 PM

I just finished Season One of Gossip Girl. LMAO. It's a great show. However, I would have loved if if it were one of those film noirs. If it were, Georgina Sparks would have long been dead. Seriously, I would have shot her head off. The feel of the series is great.

Looking forward to watching HSM3.

this is an anagram of shit

i spilled coffee on Monday, October 20, 2008 12:07 PM

While the date for Comm Final Term Paper Submitting is approaching, I cannot help thinking about how I shall spend my first semester break back in Digos. There are a lot of things I want to do back home. I shall list them down.

1. Learn to cook.
I was thinking more of the sauces-pasta-soup kind of cooking, and not the fried-microwaved-toasted kind of cooking.

2. Fix my sleep pattern.
I have been sleeping late. Well, technically it would be very early. I would stay up all night and go to sleep at around 7am or 8am. Then, I would wake up in the afternoon. Today, I slept at 6 because I want to wake up early -in the afternoon-. Yesterday, I slept at 9am because I just felt like it. The day before yesterday, I had a massive headache when I slept at 8am and woke up at 4pm. Great. I am looking forward to sleeping at the appropriate time. 11pm or 10pm. Then training myself to wake up at the proper non-missing-first-period-quiz time. Like 5am or 6am. I have missed 2 Histo quizzes this semester. For both instances, I studied and I believe that I should have been prepared to take on any question she might ask. But, I missed both. So meh. The one was the Tan-Jocano stuff. I buried my face in handouts until 2am. I forgot the other one.

3. Read a few good books.
Okay. Maybe they are not -that- few. I just happen to like he wide selection of books in Manila. Back in Davao, the only decent bookstore was National Bookstore. I am not saying that NBS is bad [in fact, I created a parody of the name for my fictional book store of the future: Not BS (supposedly a double entendre)]. However, the one we have in Davao is too limited. And the books which can be found there are price-y-er than the same books you can get here. I already have a reading list. American Gods -> Next -> His Dark Materials: Golden Compass, Subtle Knife, Amber Spyglass -> Choke -> When You Are Engulfed in Flames. I might not finish them before the semester break ends. Hence, I am hoping that the first few weeks of the second semester will not be as toxic as 2014 says it would be. Just a few weeks.

4. Watch series.
I am not a faddist but I shall catch up with the latest shows. I shall watch Heroes Season 3, How I Met Your Mother Season 4, House, Pushing Daisies, NGE!!!!!!, and the mindnumbingly fast-paced high-fashion action mecha Gossip Girl. Haha. I have to know what is so great about the series.

5. Eat real food.
Not the ones they sell at Wendy's, McDonald's, Burger King, Pizza Hut, Shakey's, Tokyo Tokyo, Jollibee and other fastfood chains.

Now, I have to get back to my term paper. I still have relatively a lot to do.

this is an attempt to motivate

i spilled coffee on Saturday, October 18, 2008 12:49 PM

Comm. Where do I start.

Kahapon, pumunta ako ng rob right after Comming. Kasi naman, I didn't feel like going to Makati pa. Too tired. Like really. My options were to ride the public transport, or hail a cab. Pero I remembered that I left my laptop at the dorm to download Gossip Girl and How I Met Your Mother among other things. So, I went home. I decided to swing by Time Zone to "detox". Actually, I don't enjoy arcades that much without anyone with. So, I just played Deal or No Deal, that stupid game you sure are not going to win without the help of a slow motion camera or heightened senses or wtfever. I won 70 tickets, then some more. Then, I went to Powerbooks. To motivate myself for Comming, I told meself that I can read the book I would buy after I finish Comm. Sooooooooooo, there. The choice was between "The Assassination of Jesse James" and "Next". Hmmm. Chose "Next". Wednesday na siguro ako bibili ng marami, when hopefully darating yung stipends ko at aalis na ako for Davao by afternoon. :D I have to rebook the flight if I want to buy books. Definitely I can't spend the semestral break island-hopping na. Comm. Darn you.

this is an attempt to emofy

i spilled coffee on Friday, October 17, 2008 11:51 PM

Comm. Sira daw ang outline ko. Unfocused ang thesis. Disproportionate ang body. Yikes. A lot of fnck to do. Great. Just fricking great. I always surrender myself to whatever inopportune time fate brings me to. It is never a choice to make, it is never our choice to make. While we are not there yet, we have to hold on as tightly as we can. And when the time comes, you would not realize that you had let go because you know that your grip was tight enough. You just now. It was time that jerked, seized, dragged her free from your hands. I was never good at letting go, only good at moving on.* Moving on is the easiest part. Throw the stuff in the fire and never look back. Turn every memory into one of those REM sequences that you easily forget ten seconds after you wake up and make some new memories. Drag her back into your life as a semblance of the past--a semblance that still lives, a semblance that cannot haunt you as a significant part of your past. But how can I let go? I have never let go. I move on. I do not let go.

emo, as in emollient. lmao
*research material that i have to let go. comm. T.T

you have broken me

i spilled coffee on Wednesday, October 1, 2008 4:13 PM

haha, emo title. Found an emo podcast online. It's not actually a serious emo podcast. It's comedy. xD Hope is Emo. It started at around 2006 and ended just a few short weeks after. Sucks, because I would have watched the podcast until the end. Maybe emo life isn't that interesting after all, and they ran out of topics to discuss. LMAO

Speaking of sucking, I have been sucking on jawbreakers for years now. Jawbreakers are great. They give you something to do when the things that your hands are doing are mindnumbingly dull. For years, I have resorted to jawbreakers to pass time. Now that I am busy with Comm, I bought a jawbreaker.

. . .

So, you're asking now, 'what's so special about a jawbreaker that you have to write about it in your blog?' Well, my hombres, for years, I have been sucking on half-inch jawbreakers, the tiny ones that take long to dissolve and majestically melt open every 15 minutes to reveal another tasty layer. Tonight, I bought this jawbreaker which is seven---wait for it---eights of an inch in radius! =DDDD You might still be asking what makes this so special that I decided to postpone my Comm thingy until later just to write this whole thing down. Well. . .

While I was leaving Robinson's, I decided that I should start melting away the jawbreaker with my amylase-saturated saliva. I tore the seal open and reached inside the plastic container. I held it between my thumb and index finger and raised it to my mouth. To my HORROR, IT DIDN'T FIT!! I underestimated the jawbreaker! I overestimated by jawbreaking skillzorZZzzZ!!1!!!!1!!

LMAO, I was ">>;" and "xD" all the way to the dorm.

I guess I have to do this the old-fashioned and conservative way: lick my way to the core. >>;

two of my favorite blogs

i spilled coffee on Sunday, September 28, 2008 7:32 PM

I haven't started with Histo just yet. I'm having trouble starting. I can't bring myself to open the Histo presentations and start scanning through the 117 slides of sparse text.

Anyways [which I know should be "anyway" but what the hell, it sounds better this way], I was reading Barney's blog a while ago and it totally made me LOL. This HIMYM fixation isn't doing me any good. LMAO, but I'm enjoying reading his blog. Link: http://www.cbs.com/primetime/how_i_met_your_mother/community/barney_blog/index.php

Overcoming Illness

by Barney Stintson(9/22/08)

As you all know, I recently overcame a traumatic and life threatening experience. While I appreciate the “get well” cards, muffin baskets and boob-o-grams you’ve been so kind to send, many of you are under the impression that the 83 major and minor bone fractures (heh) were the most serious injuries I suffered. False. All the time I was fighting a far more insidious and debilitating condition. Feelings.

During my courageous battle against Feelings I discovered, in shock, that the medical establishment has done very little research on this crippling affliction. In fact some physicians even went so far as to claim Feelings aren’t even a life-threatening disease! Luckily for you my PhD in Awesomeness has qualified me to assemble this informative medical pamphlet for any of you who fear you may have contracted Feelings.

Keep fighting, America.

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ARE YOU SUFFERING FROM FEELINGS?

What Are Feelings?
Feelings are a tender emotional state that develop when a male becomes fixated on a single female to the exclusion of others. Even others with bigger boobs.

Early Warning Signs
When you’re around one particular chick, you experience:

•Pounding Heart
•Dry Mouth
•Nausea
•Inability to speak
•Sweating
•Desire to say flattering things

If undiagnosed, these warning signs can quickly develop into the full blown disease…

Symptoms
•Warm fluttery feelings in stomach
•Lightheadedness
•An unexplained urge to watch Love Actually
•Sudden increase in cuddling occurrences
•Brunch cravings
•Explosive monogamy
•Happiness
•Failure to notice other hot women
•Crosswording

Transmission
Though correlation remains scientifically inconclusive, studies indicate “hand holding” may play a role in spreading Feelings from one person to another.

Treatment
At this time the only treatment for Feelings is a multi-week course in Other Women. If symptoms persist, repeat course at a higher dosage. NOTE: This treatment can result in harmful side-effects such as rash, infection, and in some cases, pregnancy.

paid for by the Barney Stinson Foundation
"Together we can end Feelings"

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xDDDD LMAO

This one is from Rudy/Polites from RPGC. His thread is entitled "The Nietzscheian Parables".
Nietzscheian, yeah, sounds about right. Link: http://forums.rpgchat.com/showthread.php?t=66549

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The Irony of the Flowers

Well my name is Rudy, first of all.

Rudy: Hey, I have a question…
Rudy: So why do women like it when men give them flowers? What do they like so much about flowers?

Proctor: Oh, it’s because we think they’re pretty…

Rudy: Oh. But don’t they die like in two weeks?
Rudy: Isn’t that an awkward message? It’s like “oh, here are some flowers. I hope you slowly shrivel up and die in two weeks of time, just like these flowers here.”

Rudy: Flowers are more like something you’d give your enemies.
Rudy: I mean, if you send your enemy some flowers, then they know it’s for real. They know that you’re serious, because you just sent this threat to them.

Rudy: Anyway I understand the beauty part. But I think it’s more appropriate for a guy to give his girlfriend not flowers. But instead, beautiful, long lasting chunks of rocks. Now that says “I really like you, and to me, you’re like this beautiful, long living rock right here,”
Proctor: Yeah, that’s why they have diamonds
Rudy: Oh yeah, forgot about that

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This was a rather farfetched speculation of mine on the roommates I'll have, written a few months before I moved to the college campus I'm in right now. It was last year, and I was only a foolish 16 year old. (As opposed to now, me being a foolish 17 year old, supposedly my maturity skyrocketed.) And I was rather prejudiced...

"It is quite possible that I will get the two worst roommates in the world:

Drama Q. Manlove - he's the gay one, with the two gayest names and the gayest letter of the alphabet in his title. His bedsheets and pillows are ultra pink, with Hello Kitty motiffs and designs. His preferred method of transportation is walking on his favorite pair of shoes, a pair of ultra pink flipflops with flowers. He has a closet of shoes, with an armada of fruity looking high hells that looked like what Depp wore in the Chocolate Factory movie, and Michael Jackson wears in real life. He wears disturbingly short pants that restrain his movement, that upon viewing turns the surprised male spectator to stone, a la Medusa. Then he also has PMS, hot flashes, moodswings, and, um, bouts of feminism all at the same time, on the weekends. He also has curves.

Sean Bloodfang - the Goth. He and Drama shares makeup, though Drama sometimes complains that Sean takes all of the darker colors. An absolute nut, Sean believes he's a vampire on the working days yet he's a werewolf on the holidays. He plays his retarded screammo music all day, and while studying, the rest of us would hear heavy metal and disturbing lyrics coming from his iPod. He wears fake plastic fangs and throughout the course of the year, has attempted to bite each of us at least once. Though I nervewrecklingly realize later on that those fangs were real. He sleeps in the closet, hanging upside down.

WHILE LIVING WITH THEM

The first week a smell gets me puzzled, and the second week I realize with horror that it's manflesh, (the same stuff I discovered I was cooking while I was a grill operator at a burger joint) after I discover a chunk of the goth's ex girlfriend lying around. The Goth's recent ex, who dumped him for a younger and even more depressing Goth, had mysteriously disappeared not too long ago, and now, all that's left of her is a small piece I stumbled across. I recognized that it was her, because that remaining chunk of her was nonetheless pierced with six different objects. I then confront Sean about the womanflesh, first verbally, then physically, but eventually- unsuccessfully, because the Goth is an actual vampire. No, he's not a little fruit who has issues, but he's actually a Vampire. We struggle for life and death, fighting, rolling around on the floor, trying outmuscle the other. In folklore, Vampires have superhuman strength along with other powers. So five minutes later, I get defeated, with his fangs inches away from that one artery on my neck. And then, the gay roommate comes in just in time, and accidentally steps on his face (since we were on the floor). The thick soles of the gay guy's pink flipflop gets punctured by a fang or two; the fangs goes through the foam rubber and scratches his well moisturized foot, and Drama Q. Manlove then proceeds to scream like a little girl.

... after such an event, we go into the third week, and I simply get used to the smell of cooked humanity, spraying some Fabreeze every once in a while. All three of us are embarassed by the incident and we all felt that lessons were learned. Drama Q. Manlove got rid of all of his flipflops, all 57 pairs, all in different shades of pink, and starts wearing boots. For he had mistrusted flipflops now, and feels a better shoe is to protect to dainty feet with toenails painted hot pink. Thick, protective boots. To no one's surprise, the boots have high heels. As for the Goth... He enjoys blood, but was so afraid that the blood from the Gay Guy's scratched foot had disease, which had went into his mouth, that he swore off all blood and started eating like a normal person.

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