Take over, the break's over

Restrooms at Berchman's Hall:

"Seriously, like, I'd rather go commando than wear a freakin' thong."

"I know, right? I mean, the only reason why I wear a thong is that I know it'll come off five minutes later."

Paint it black and take it back

Blah. I've got required guidance interview thingie thirty minutes from now. I wonder if she'd interpret my near-desperate urge to park my ass in the shithole as a psychological disorder.

But, ma'am, seriously, it's, like, from the fishball I, like, made tusok from the manong at the kanto.

Yes, of course. And how do you feel about this?

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Grow up, bitches and asswipes and fuckwads. Teenagers scare the living shit out of you, yea?

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What I learned last night from the pundits at my table:

1) JK Rowling and her Harry Potter series ruined the genre/realm/vortex of children's literature forever. In relation to that, she's a knock-off of Miss Ursula over there and is just a baaaaad substitute for Tolkien.

2) Something about faith and reason which whizzed by my brain because it was running on two hours of sleep and pure irritation regarding other matters. Basta. Sa akin lang . . . (goes off to talk to a lethal Mentos and Gerard Way, the only people who *sob* will listen.)

3) It does a seventeen-year-old good to act like a goddamned seventeen-year-old once in a while. Crank up the volume on that MP3 player, will ya, and bang yer head to the beat of angsty bands like Paramore, Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance. Stare off into space during the car ride home and curl up into the fetal position on the floor of your bedroom.

4) In relation to that, My Chemical Romance is the worst possible band daw ever. Angst, yuck.

Ah. It feels so rewarding to be in the presence of such learned and opinionated people. Makes you want to serve your brains, bits and pieces of your heart and a whole lotta chunk of your soul in a platter, with a fork, and some ice-cold beer on the side.

I mean this with no sarcasm whatsoever.

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No one loves me. Boo-fucking-hoo.
*Off to stare off into space and make laslas the wrists.*
And I don't care.
*More laslas of the wrists, while MCR's Famous Last Words plays on player.*
I know you're gay, coz you listen to Coldplay!

Quiver with the same music

I need this for Theo, and I gots no USB to save it in, and my e-mail won't open and tinatamad akong isulat dahil galing lang ako sa tatlong oras ng note-taking. So. It's here.

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From Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet:

But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

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Me personally likey Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Hehe.

Off to do more school shite, people.

It's raining men

People are winning things left and right. Professor Glenn Mas, for example, has just won his umpteenth Palanca for the one-act play. And Dean Alfar, too, for 2nd place in the Children's Short Story in English category.

But yipee-yay to Mikael de Lara Co, Los Chupacabras lead guitarist, for winning that purdy first prize for the Poetry in English category.

I live vicariously through all of you.

Inuman na!

At just about half past ten

I hope more typhoons come our way. For the benefit of the poor, parched lands up there, Luzon-way, of course. And Sasha is happy that the Anggat Dam got some normalzy in its wee life.

(To the minotaurs, esp Sheng and Mamia, don't you guys find it funny that the last typhoon's name is Dodong? :p)

Eherm. I did some counting (yes, I knows hows to counts) and found out that I only have 18 classes left until the end of the semester! Now ain't that a happy thought, y'all?! :D

Hm, what else, what else?

Ooh: Happy birthday to my swethart Sheng. Pare, aylabyu, miss na kita, hehe.

Release the evil

Los Chupacabras is releasing their album this September so weeeee! Here's the cover -- it makes me think of making some Los Chupacabran merch: tank tops, key chains and stuffed toys galore, hehe:


Cute, rawr! Nanggigigil ako hehe... :)



UPDATE: Sabi ni Pancho (nag-iinternet pala siya) na siya raw ang gumawa nitong cover art na ito at hindi ko siya krinedit kaya'y ihahabla niya raw ako. So. Si Pancho C. Villanueva po ang gumawa nito. Last time I heard, magaling siyang mag-drowing. Ayos.

Watch her spin around

I am about to gripe about school. Ye have been warned.

1
Anong kalokohan 'tong naririnig ko na magkakaroon ng university-wide dress code sa Arneow? Gah, leave that to them SOM majors. This is bullshit on wheels. I need my slippers and sandos. Skwa na kung skwa. I haven't even reached my stripper-on-a-vacation mode. Leave us alone. Rawr.

3
Ladies and gentlemen, I have reached a milestone. I am officiallya freeloader.

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Public Service Announcements:

1) Happy Birthday, Verne!

2) Happy Birthday, RJ!

3) Malapit na birthday ni swethart Sheng. Pare, magpakita ka naman para mahalikan ka. :)

Does whatever a spider-pig does

Finally got to watch The Simpsons Movie. All hail the Spider-pig and the Epiphatree!

Spider-pig, Spider-pig,
does whatever a spider-pig does.
Can he swing
from a web
No he can't,
he's a pig.
LOOK OUTTT!!!
Here comes the Spider-pig...

In other news, Sasha combed through the tangles in her hair. Kulot na uli siya, mga kaibigan. :)