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||RAPE MY TEETH||Well, well, well...Whaddya know?The season of ho ho ho 2005 is over. Just like that.My first entry for the year falls on the second week of January. And on Friday the 13th. Strange? Not quite. This is Weirdspaghetti after all.Only goes to show how I manage time terribly. Time is something which is definitely not on my side. In fact, I didn't even have time to sleep for today's

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||ARTIFICIAL STARS||Okay.So I'm stuck here at the office on Christmas morning. I guess I should be thankful that I was even fortunate enough to have spent Noche Buena with the family. Noticed how I'm getting less and less presents every year. Are people becoming less and less generous?Are we all becoming more and more broke?Or am I just growing old?+++++ARTIFICIAL STARSHues ofStork wrappersAnd

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||SWEET RHETORICS||Dunno if y'all gonna get this but with 40 plus avail...I'm bloggin'.+++++Ah. December. The cold forces my bones to quiver. Brrr. I sure could use a warm embrace right now.And warmth coming from... you know what.+++++Christmas is like... what... 6 days away? I'm not that excited. Maybe it's because there's nothing to get excited about. And probably because I know I'm gonna be

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|| DECEMBER IS A GUILLOTINE ||This should be my second and final entry for November. I'm at work. 'Tis my first day on a new schedule. 2:30 in the friggin' morning. Thursday-Friday off. Had the option to be on the 8:30pm slot but... why the heck did I choose this? Why, for Christmas trees and fireworks of course! Then I complain.(Insert rants here.)+++++A few firsts:1. This is my first day on the

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|| WHEN AMERICANS ADJUST THEIR CLOCKS ||I'm here at the office. Got here two hours early. Why you ask? The Americans have adjusted their clocks. Again.So I've decided to create an entry. First entry o' the month. Dunno what the hell I'ma write about. Ah. Just go wit' the flow.'Tis been raining a lot lately. It coats the atmosphere with a chilly blanket. Turned cold breeze into something colder.

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|| THE SPONGE THAT IS MY BRAIN ||Ok. It's 4:22 a.m. and I thought that I should blog. This is even when I have totally nuthin' to blog about. So this is somewhat one of 'em forced kind o' entries. Really. I mean... I sure could type in and talk about a poem I wrote recently but then I have decided that what's better is to save it for another day. So lemme squeeze the sponge that is my brain and

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|| SOUR GRAPING ||This was originally intended to be a two-part poem.However, I kinda changed my mind 'bout finishing the whole thing so here ya get the crummy first part.Now don't ya turn sour on me.+++++[SOUR GRAPING]I cannot seem to reach them grapesAnd I do not think I would ever get toNo matter how hard I tryNo matter how high I jumpPerhapsIn highschool,I had a stoolOr them grapesWere closer

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|| TWO MONTHS OFF ||This is so typical of me.To produce an entry then disintegrate into oblivion.After making like the Statue of Liberty when David Copperfield decided to make it disappear... after two months... here I am... ...back and bloggin'.Then again, I never really went anywhere."...you bring light in to a dark place. Walking in light... glowing ...walking in light. Gold ring around you.

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|| HIS WEAPON : HIMSELF ||I'm back.And still feeling poetic.+++++PRIZEFIGHTERTheir words, their arsenalRazor sharp throwing knivesAimed at the freakWith a bull's eye for a medalIt was His prizeFor being silent His prizeFor being niceHis prize for Being betterFor climbing up the pedestalThis is his prizeSo they look at him as ifHe would rob them of honeyFor they are stupid bees With needles for

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|| BLAME IT ON NUCLEAR SCIENCE || I'm feeling poetic. +++++ A THOUSAND COINS INTO THE WISHING WELL OF MAKE-BELIEVE I throw A thousand coins In a make-believe Wishing well To wish For the demise Of he who studied medicine And believes It is some form of Plastic surgery That would alter His mug Let me alter Your mug ...with my fist. He who believes His white uniform Makes him

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|| GETTING PAST THE INTRO || I must've re-written this entry's introduction a dozen times. I could never get past the intro. I mean, dude... this is my first entry for the year. So it has to be perfect. But is it? NO. I was supposed to kick off this entry with the... "so far, so good" line. Revamped that and was able to get past the intro. Lotta betta. Nuthin' new... still enveloped wit' a

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|| EARLY FIRECRACKER || It's official. I'ma spend New Year's Day on the 50th floor of the tallest building in this country. I guess I can admire the fireworks better from a bird's eye view... but realizing that I won't get to witness the birth of a brand new year wit' the people I wanna be with just ticks me off. Here I am... going off like a firecracker. Extra early. +++++ This would

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|| I BOOMERANG || Along with the holiday that comes once every year ...I boomerang... wit' a truckload of rants and what-not aged liked fine wine in my system roughly 'bout four months. And this time, 'tis all coming from the office. Yep. From the very station where I assist thousands of Americans in troubleshooting their internet woes. And if you're unhappy 'bout the fact that I made like... .

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|| IN THE UNIVERSE OF IVORY || "...fuck you. I won't do what you tell me..." ---Killing In The Name, Rage Against The Machine They act as if they know what is conventional. Define "normal". Probing into the abyssal depths of my soul offers me an option to excise the word "typical" in my dictionary. That no matter what, I will try to be an ebony in a universe of ivories. This is me being true

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|| SEPIA || Ah, ...'tis Saturday afternoon... once again. Saturday afternoons like this one virtually leaves you with nothing to do except bum around. Perfect. Just the way I like it. It's warm... yet I feel cozy. I hear dogs barking, plates being washed and neighboring tellies tuned to channels showing local afternoon shows... yet everything seems so placid. If I were to visualize and

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|| EUPHONIC GIBBER || || AND || || STRAWBERRY MILKSHAKE || And due to my unceasing desire to keep the blood of this blog flowing... I sit in front of the PC on an early Sunday morning. My fingers type away gibberish as raindrops create euphony amidst the sound of the aircon humming. I realize I still have 25 hours to chill and lay back. Tomorrow, my

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|| WHEW || I let out a puff o' breath. A sign of relief. On to the next stage. I choose to keep silent so as not to jinx anything. Darn it. I am so pessimistic. I am wit' everything. But it feels good, in a way. Probably 'cause it belittles disappointment if ever it comes knockin' on my door. Makes failure easier to digest.

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|| PERPLEXED || "...I know you thought you're life was gon' be easy..." ---N.E.R.D., Maybe I'm torn. And I don't mean to sound like a Natalie Imbruglia song. A few months ago, when I was still a befuddled college student... I thought I'd get every single schtick straight after graduating. But graduating does not make you any wiser. You're the same flesh and skeleton experiment your parents

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|| AUGUST AND EVERYTHING AFTER || As you can tell, I'm back. I promised myself that I'd get back to blogging first thing August. So here I am. I know. I got literally "misplaced" last June. And don't bother looking for July under my "Time Machine" drop down, 'cause I kept blog silent all thoughout that month. But August... is something else. There's nothing special about it really. However,

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|| MISPLACED || "...everything is in its right place..." ---Radiohead, Everything In Its Right Place Everything seems normal. Everything seems to be where they are supposed to be. And I think I hear Thom Yorke singing. Everything seems to be alright... yet, it feels as if there's a void deep within me. And I am emptier than an empty bullet shell. I'm not happy nor am I feeling lonely. Hmmm

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|| TO CANADA AND BACK || Thursday morning, I went to Canada. And the Canadians were green. And I'm talking figuratively of course. Right now, I'm hoping there's someone out there who can actually comprehend what I'm tryin' to enunciate. And because I went there, I became practically dead for a day. And it's alright 'cause I had fun. Tons of it. And it was wild. And crazy... though it left me

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|| MAJOR PAIN || First things first... HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!!! And for your birthday... I promise not to be a major pain in the ass for an entire day! And how cool is that?!? Enjoy! +++++ Darn. Let me take back everything I've said 'bout graduation. I actually enjoyed graduation... to my astonishment. That I think I would've regretted it if I didn't go. But I'm glad I did. And you know what

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|| FINIS || "...today is the greatest day I've ever known..." ---Smashing Pumpkins, Today Errr. Not really. Hehe. So, college life... as I know it... ends today. And I'm not that excited nor ecstatic. Contrary to what everyone said 'bout how I should feel. Hmmm. The only thing that makes me feel good about leaving college is the fact that there would be no heavy textbooks to lug around no more

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|| WEIRDSPAGHETTI VERSION 6.0 || And just when I thought I've given up on blogging... here I am typing away... with a semi-revamped layout pa! Yipeee! Isn't that exciting?!? Well, honestly... NO. Haha. I've returned once again to join y'all in this "more-than-just-a-hobby-for-the-bored" activity. But, no stories for now. Boy. Am I excited to visit your blogs. I wonder which link I should click

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|| A CONVERSATION WITH ME & MYSELF || Me: "Hey... how are you?" Myself: "I'm alright. And you?" Me: "Fine. Guess what? I'm finally through with college!" Myself: "Really? Well, I've just just graduated from college too!" Me: "Cool. Damn. I've been waiting so long for this." Myself: "Haha. My mom waited for this even longer." Me: "Hehe. I bet my mom feels exactly that way." Myself: "So now that

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|| INERTIATIC ESP || "...exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed..." ---The Mars Volta, Roulette Dares (This Is The Haunt) Every now and then the heavens would be kind enough to shower some grace on me and allow me to get into a friendly duel with artists who try to push the envelope a little farther. Yep. A friendly duel... my ears against the music of artists who take things up to

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|| FINDING OUT WHY LOCKS ARE INVENTED || Mom barged in my room as I was watching porn yesterday. Blame Mom for not knocking and me for mindlessly forgetting to lock the friggin' door. So Mom walks in my room and I'm like, "whoa!"... and she's like... "Oops! I'm sorry!"... then she rushed out of my room and I'm like, "Haha! Fuck." Damn it. Well that squeezed out a good laugh. At least

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|| MEETING JOE BLACK || "...someone's gone away forever... someone's gone away too soon... did they take him up to heaven? Or did they take him to the moon?..." ---Rivermaya, Flowers Dad's cellphone shrieked around 5:30 in the morning yesterday. And as if I were clairvoyant I knew what the the call was all about even before Dad answered it. Yep. Lolo Tony passed away. I realize that all

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|| XXIII || Yesterday just made me add another year to my age. Uhm, no. The fact that my age and Michael Jordan's jersey number are now one and the same does not elevate me to any level of bliss. And since I haven't blogged for a really looooong time, one would think my glass is already brimming with stories and that it is all ready to spill... when in reality... 'tis friggin' empty. So I do a

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|| DESTINED FOR NOWHERE || Usually... I spend Tuesday afternoons being lectured about business process blah-blah which is a cure for insomnia, really. But not today. Today, I decided to ditch school. 'Tis funny why I do stuff which are oh so "high school" only to go on ranting that my life is destined for nowhere. However, I promise myself that I would never ever skip classes again. Errr... okay

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|| HELL TAKES OVER || It has been sooooo hot lately ...yes? Damn. Strange how just last week... I was still nabbing chilly moments under my blanket ...on high noon. But now... hell seems to have taken over. Think incarceration within a stupendous rice cooker's walls. I say... if you soak me in marinade... I'll turn into a friggin' barbecue in an instant... The only thing this heat does aside

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|| LOSING IT || It seems that I have been losing things lately. I lost my favorite pair of shades last Thursday and I can't seem to find that necklace my mom gave me. What next? My sanity? Uhm... nope. I already lost that one a long long time ago. +++++ I feel so empty. Darn it. This is so typical of me. 'Tis like... I wanna do something but I don't know what the heck it is. Hmmm. Maybe I

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|| FUCK THIS || I'm here in the school library. I got here hours early before my Business Process class. Don't even start by asking why the heck I'm early. Ya see... being "too" punctual today isn't exactly an intention. Fuck that. +++++ I got a .5 for a midterm grade in Managerial Accounting. Yep. That means I failed. I still have half the term to make up for it though. I ask myself: When

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|| RETURN || So where have I been? Baguio. I know. I had been boasting about "not giving a fuck" even if I don't get to go to Baguio but... all that changed at the very last second and the next thing I knew was... well, I was already breathing in an airy concoction of fresh cold air and Wright Park horse shit. Blame it on me being too horny. All is confirmed. I was definitely in Baguio... where

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|| COLD STATUS || Current cold status: Cold virus observed to be subsiding. Snot level gradually diminishing back to normal. Fever and headache currently at zero percent rate. Oh cool. I guess I don't have "bird flu" after all. I don't deserve it anyway. Geez. I never ate an ostrich. +++++ Scrapped plans for the Baguio trip this weekend. And to think that my mind was all set for Baguio...

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|| SNOT % || Current cold status: Cold virus aggravates. Nostrils currently stuffed. There is noticeable increase in snot percentage over the last two days, not to mention detected slight fever. Whoa. Could this be that "bird flu" crap? Hope not. But if it is... very well then... it's okay... ...as long as I don't grow feathers...

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|| THIS DARN COLD || I've caught a cold... and it sucks... 'cause seriously, there ain't no fun having gunk drip down your nose. Nope. No fun at all. So when Mom said: "...we've got some some Decolgen there somewhere...", I rushed to look for the medicine box. But then my darn cold narked me so much, I almost swallowed a Kremil-S pill. Tsk. Good thing I take a good look at the things I put in my

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|| LIFE ON FOOT || After a million years... I BLOG! Ha. And y'all thought I was already dead. Well, so much for wishful thinking. Let me breathe life into this wheezing blog o' mine. +++++ So what did I learn today? That I could actually go to school and back just by riding the MRT. Yup. Without a car. Without taking a cab. Ooh, mom would be so proud. Haha. Since we lost our car, I was forced

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|| SEX, SCHOOL, BOOKS AND THE TELLY || Nowadays, kids don't need to hide a stash of porn magazines under their beds nor do they have to hide porn vids or whatever from their parents to quench their curiosity for sex. All they have to do is turn the telly on and watch cable. Yep. Watch and learn. Simple as that. I mean, with all the sex engrafted in music videos and T.V. shows? Kids nowadays can

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|| RETURN OF THE (strange) KING || After what seemed to be an eternity ("eternity" is actually a week and two days) ... I blog again. And it's not like I made an effort to stay away from blogging. The past week gave me a very vexing time coming up wit' stuff to blog about. I was even tryin' to complete a certain poem just for the sake of posting something... but to no avail. This week, however,

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|| MY CARDIAC ARREST || [ MY CARDIAC ARREST ] I am Dracula I am Blade I am Lestat You're a wooden stick Through my chest You are bad cholesterol You're my cardiac arrest You are every smoke inhaled From a stick of cigarette If I wed thee, (the death of me) Might put my soul to rest Written on the 18th of January 2004 Wrote this a few minutes after I wrote "Pride Chicken" ...so one can say '

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|| FLUNK A QUIZ, SAVE THE ENVIRONMENT || 10:40 in the morning and I'm through wit' all my classes. So I gots all these free time... and what does that mean? Rrright... blogging time. +++++ Had a quiz on Managerial Accounting and the only thing I wrote on my paper was my friggin' name. Ya know what? I think I shouldn't have even passed that blank sheet o' paper. I mean, I should've saved that

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|| WHEN CROCS CHAT ABOUT SNAKES || Skipped school yesterday. Went to Camp Crame wit' Han for her dentist appointment. There's this television at the lobby and t'was tuned on Solar. The film "King Cobra" was being shown. Then two policemen walked in and noticed the flick playin' on the tube... Policeman 1: Ay. Alam ko yang palabas na yan. King Cobra yan. Policeman 2: Oo. King Cobra. Yung

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|| PAIN TRIGGERS || [ PRIDE CHICKEN ] Deep inside I was surprised You chose to keep your pride You keep your pride But pay the price The price to pay is "I" Written January 18, 2004 It amazes me how fucked up situations make me create poetry in an instant. Like pain triggers the switch on a raincloud of adjectives. Written on a Sunday just a couple of hours after midnight but wasn't able to

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|| DISMISSED || Another early Dismissal for me Gives me the chance To blog for free +++++ I hafta get me a locker so I won't hafta lug my Accounting book around. Crap weighs a ton. Can't forge a smile over the fact how sumthin' so invaluable to me has to be so friggin' heavy. But I guess I'll do that on Monday... they said the forms fer locker applications aren't available right now. Drat.

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|| EXTRA EARLY || Try to guess where the heck I am right now. Errr. Ok. Stop guessing. I'll tell ya instead. I'm in school. Yup. And though this ain't the first time I've blogged from school... this is certainly the first time I blogged from school fer Weirdspaghetti version 5.0 Weird. My blog looks terrible from here. I wonder what the problem is. The image of the blue dj I'm using fer the

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|| NEON || So... "Trainspotting" author Irvine Welsh is a DJ. Hmmm. I shouldn't be surprised. I mean... a book called "Ectsasy"? Come on. Where else would ya get inspiration fer "three tales of chemical romance"... right? I'm gonna get a copy of that book. I saw a copy yesterday which sells a little above 400 bucks. I think I'm gonna let Mom buy it fer me... nyahaha! The cover wuz glowing neon

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|| BETWEEN THE STARS AND WAVES || I've been trippin' wit' Rivermaya's "Between The Stars And Waves" lately. I must admit that the band's sound really changed after "Free". Then again, Rivermaya's sound changes wit' every release... ever since their self-titled debut. And that's a good thing. One could compare the new album wit' their previous album "Tuloy Ang Ligaya" ...most tracks have this

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|| HOORAY FOR SATURDAY || Yey. Saturday at last. "School" always make weekends appear as if t'was sumthin' comparable to gold. Or a trip to paradise. However, it won't be long 'til Monday starts haunting me again. And that my friends... would be so damn uncool. Perhaps, I need some kind o' motivation. Hmmm. That girl in my Managerial Accounting class should do the trick. Haha. Kidding.

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|| SKATE SHOE DIFFERENCE || "...so run... right... right back to school..." ---Deftones, Back To School (Mini Maggit) School began yesterday. Yep. And though it didn't suck as much as I wuz expectin' it to be... it still sucked. Business Process class starts at two today so that means I have ample time to catch some shut eye. Good. +++++ Crazy poetry... anyone? [ SKATE SHOE DIFFERENCE ]

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|| IMITATION || Saw this flick "BLOW" on HBO. My kind o' film. A film need not have flashy effects nor a ten minute action sequence in order to tickle my fancy. What I'm after is a good story... and how it was told. The film is all about the rise and fall of George Jung (Johnny Depp), a drug dealer who is currently in prison and will remain in prison until 2015. The film captured his life as

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|| GUNPOWDER BABY || If there's one thing my 2 year old little brother taught me... it's appreciating the stench of vomit. No no. "Appreciating" isn't the right word... hmm... 'tis more like... uhm... getting used to the smell of vomit. Yeah. That's gotta be it. +++++ I hafta get me a mic soon. I made up two tunes in my head and I hafta record 'em fast. Letting 'em vanish into oblivion would

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|| NEW YEAR'S DAY || "Don't ya just love new years? You can start all over. Everybody gets a second chance." ---Long-limbed Lenore from the film Forrest Gump Ah. A brand new year... signalling a fresh new start for some and just another set of 365 days for others. I wonder what surprises 2004 has in store fer me? Will I change? Will I die? We'll see. I wish y'all the best of luck this year.

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|| RULES OF ATTRACTION || "...yes, it really could happen..." ---Blur, Universal It happens. Somewhere... on a second floor... within a room filled wit' poisonous smoke and thumping music... as we bid our brain cells farewell... a sudden realization... that there could be more behind the mere holding of hands... tight grips and embraces. It hit me... that the number of times my lips made

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|| RUBY || "...I believe in all the way..." ---Smashing Pumpkins, Thru The Eyes Of Ruby Hmm. The words of this song must be prophetic... I don't know if t'was stupid or exciting. T'was probably both. I dunno if I liked it or not. T'was probably both. One thing is fer certain... it made me write this... [ RUBY ] My soul Will obtain Nth degree burns From Satan's bonfire I am sure But

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|| OSTRICH ON SPEED || Ya wait fer it the whole year... then it's over. Just like that. Christmas left faster than errr... an ostrich on full speed this year. In my entire life, I've only experienced two sucky Christmas days: this year's and Christmas last last year. So, I spent another lousy Christmas in my room... darn it. And I know this may sound sickeningly sweet... but the only thing I

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|| TELEPATHETIC || Christmas is only a couple of hours away... strangely feels a million lightyears to me. Ever since I wuz kid up 'til last year... my errr... "telepathetic" powers would sense Christmas just as it starts creeping all over the month of October. This year however, Christmas splattered itself right in my face... but I can't seem to feel it. Hmmm. I wonder what the heck happened.

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|| TUESDAY MORNING POP|| I guess I should write sumthin' here. My next entry would probably pop Tuesday morning already. I've got a trip to Tagaytay see. Errr. Make that two trips to Tagaytay. Yep. Two consecutive "separate" trips. Sigh. I'm not sure if I would have a great time there... but I'm sure it'll get me exhausted me as hell. Awrgh.

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|| THIS HEADACHE || Ok. Imagine a chestnut being cracked open. Alright. Now imagine my head instead of a chestnut. WOW. Why do I get the feeling this headache I'm wearing right now is somehow in tune with the yuletide season? OUCH. This headache is killing me.

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|| UNHAPPY CAROUSEL || Just when I thought I've already lost all the innocence in me... [ HOUSE OF THE UNHAPPY CAROUSEL ] Last Sunday Four hundred Bought me a ticket for An amusement park With bloody lit walls One would think The only thing that brightens Emanates from An ambulance Rides were spaces Munchkins left behind Unwilling rollercoasters Unhappy carousel horses Which fate forces to

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|| NO. I'M NOT DEAD. NOT YET. || No... I didn't die in some freak accident. And no... I wasn't abducted by aliens either. So why wasn't I blogging lately? WHY?!? Well... someone or something... whatever... deleted most part of my previous template. I dunno what happened... but three days ago, I logged in and found 70% of my blog template missing. Phooey. Oh well. So like, I had to rebuild the

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|| I OUGHTA GET SOME SLEEP || "...tears of the feeble..." ---Soundgarden, Limo Wreck I'm tired. And sleepy. Another three hours and I'd be officially awake fer an entire day. I really wanted to write an entry about a recent "escapade" of mine... but this enfeeblement makes me want to do that some other time. So there. +++++ I had to edit my last entry and change "roundhouse kick" into a

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|| LIFE IS A BLACK BELTER || Sure. "Life" may hurl a kick to our groins every once in a while... sometimes even trailed by a jab or two. But just because dear old "Life" is a black belter, it doesn't mean we can't defend ourselves from problem attacks. No matter how much of a good fighter "Life" is... remember that we can always grab a shotgun. Yeah. Shoot your problems away. Haha. Waste 'em.

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|| BLACK HOLE || If ya look to the left... you'll find my little yellow "Unkymood" icon. And what does it say? Right. "Procrastinate". I've got tons o' things to do fer school... see... but am I doin' anything about it? No sir. "Procrastinating" has become pretty much a part of life fer this bloke. Like, a hobby. Har har. And if may add sumthin' I got from Mela's blog: "...I want to do all these

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|| NOT AGAIN || Ok. Ya won't believe this... but I dreamed of myself sleeping again. Only this time, I saw myself wearing the exact shirt but not the exact boxer shorts. Darn it. This is starting to get a lil' bit eerie. But before I had that dream... I dreamed of Peej! She wore a light purple sleeveless shirt and button fly jeans. We talked about food and were supposed to have dinner in my

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|| DREAMSLEEPER || Some freaky dream woke me up. What's weird is that t'was like... I wuz watching myself sleep. In the dream, I wuz sleeping just like how I wuz currently sleeping. Get it? Same position. Same clothes. And there was I sleeping in my dream... when I heard the dogs barking. I dunno why the heck they were barking. They just did. Then the neighbors' dogs started barking wit' them. I

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|| GLUTTONY || I've been eating too much. In fact, I just had chicken teriyaki right now... and to think it's 20 minutes past 4 in the morning. Sigh. I mean... eating at this rate? Man... don't be surprised if ya see me all puffy next year. Dang. I guess I should do sumthin' about it. I hafta control my eating habits. I should lay off them sweets. Maybe I oughta ask my parents to put a friggin'

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|| ALIEN WRITING || I like writing poetry. No. Actually, I like playing wit' words. Yeah. I like disguising what I'm literally tryin' to say so I could pass them right under everyone's noses and make 'em appear like crazy talk that no one would really care to understand. So it's like... I'm talking to you in some alien language in English... ya understand the words but ya can't figure out

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|| GLOWING GREEN || Yezzzzz. I'm back. I'm back. Like a modern heart attack. Or sumthin' like that. Errr. After being trapped in my room... staring at nuthin' but the tube fer almost a month... I wuz assaulted by a chain of parties drowning me in booze, serotonin drainers, friends, and music. That explains why I haven't been blogging fer a couple of days. Ya see... this past weekend got me

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|| FUTURE EAR CANDY || "...intoxicated sanity... the fabric of society..." ---Arkarna, Block Capital I believe destiny's first attempt to reel me in the world of electronic ear candy wuz wit' the music of the band called "Arkarna". T'was wit' a track called "So Little Time". I still recall the first time I ever heard it. An intro courtesy of a processed guitar... the vocalist's voice

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|| RIGHT. MIGHT. || I just ate cold porkchops swimming in sweet pink sauce... right out of the fridge. The sauce wuz frozen thick. I didn't bother to heat the grub up. Ya see... sometimes, I'm in the mood to heat food... and sometimes, I'm too lazy to heat food. Guess which mood took over. Right. +++++ I'm startin' to think that lockin' myself up in this prison cell (read: my room) isn't very

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|| THE WORLD... THEIR PLAYGROUND || That episode of Amazing Race 4 is being shown again. Ya know... that episode where father and son tandem Steve and Josh gets eliminated. I wonder who's gonna be eliminated next? I loooove watchin' The Amazing Race. It would be nice to partake in sumthin' like that... hoppin' from one country to another... turning those countries into some giant playground...

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|| JANUARY WOULD BRING CHANGE || "...moonlight creeping around the corners of our lawn... when we see the early signs that daylight's fading... we leave just before it's gone..." ---Counting Crows, Daylight Fading Yesterday began when daylight wuz almost ready to fill her time out card. Just like how all my days have been fer quite some time now. Not to worry. January would change all that. And

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|| CORDON BLEU AND CREAM OF PUMPKIN || There I wuz... blog hopping like I usually do... when I stumbled upon streams and streams of sex oriented blogs. There's actually a chain of people who blogs about sex. Way. Should this come to me as sumthin' shocking? Not at all. So it doesn't. 'Cause really... 'tis just another slice of this vast blogging universe which contributes color, variety and uhm

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|| LAYERS || Caught "I Am Sam" on HBO... like I haven't seen it before. I've seen it five friggin' times already and yet I had to see it on HBO. Actually, I have a copy of the film on vcd... but ya hafta understand that "I Am Sam" is just ever so moving. 'Tis loaded wit' emotions and top notch acting from Sean Penn and Dakota Fanning. And all the Beatle tracks in the flick make it even more

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|| WAKING UP TO A DREAM || Wuz able to grab a copy of this film entitled "Waking Life" the other day. T'was both amazing and enlightening. In some ways t'was animated... in some ways... it wasn't. T'was like... a fusion of film, animation, art, acting, and a storyline that revolves around dreams... all affixed together to come up wit' sumthin' that would somehow cause some serious brain twitchin

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|| ELECTRONIC BLISS || A week and a day more 'til the Lizardman's arrival. I can't believe Mauro Picotto is actually bringin' his music and deck skills to Manila. I'm sure everybody would go bonkers the moment "Pulsar" kicks in. And I can already hear all the souls singin' along when Mauro drops "Komodo". I just can't understand why in the world BigFish decided to hold the event at such a small

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|| THIS EMPTY BASKET || This is quite vexing. Very. Sittin' in front of the PC wit' nuthin' to write about. Zero. Zilch. Me and this empty basket called my head. It's amazing how I'm able to breathe through 24 friggin' hours and pull out blanks. Could my life be that tedious? Well... yeah. +++++ Happy Birthday Hanelore! Today is your day. There is reason fer you to act however ya want.

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|| DIGITAL FUTURE || Yikes. It seems everyone got wrong ideas about my musical inclination because of my last entry. Hehe. But lemme fix that. *** I like 3 Doors Down, OutKast and Metallica who I forgot to mention on that list. *** I don't really listen to pop... not that I'm saying it ain't good... but pop just ain't my thing. *** I don't listen to Linkin Park... nor do I listen to

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|| THAT'S IT || I watched the AMA Music Awards on AXN. Every time I see award shows like this, I get amazed 'cause of how they're able to put a country performance next to a rap performance next to a rock performance and still manage to get the best sound from the sound systems. I mean, in this country... we get to watch a show which would cater to only one type of music like in rock concerts

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|| NO SHIP-SHANK || Got hit by my little bro's basketball on the left eye. Don't ask how it happened. It sucks. It still hurts and I see sumthin' cloudy. Damn. I hope it didn't damage my eye or anything. And to think that wuz only a basketball. I'm sure a punch from a boxer like ...Pacquiao would've caused sumthin' worse. Pacquiao won over Barrera! Hooray! The commentators were just spittin'

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|| MOVE OVER HASSELHOFF || Miracles really do happen. Like sumthin' out of the bizarre, the problem which brought upon all kinds of anxieties in this house has been wiped out. Erased. Deleted. It is no more. What may have seemed to be as impossible as solving Rubik's cube just got figured out. In a snap. Just like that. And we dunno what happened. It just did. And we are thankful. And we know

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|| THE SKY HAS A LEAK || My day began at 5 o' clock in the afternoon yesterday. The sky has a leak. T'was raining when I woke up and it's still raining now. And I love it. This country should get drenched more often. 'Tis the closest thing to havin' this tropical atmosphere of ours frozen. If only it would snow here. That would be so cool. Errr. Of course. Thoughts of snowflakes emerging from

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|| NIGHTMARE ON STEREO || "...here comes the pain..." ---from the film Carlito's Way I felt it in my bones and I wuz damn right. I never felt so sure in my life. She couldn't take it anymore. Here comes another blow even before she could stand up from the first one. Sat beside her bed. She needs all the support she could get. A little chat could cheer her up. But it drops like a ton o'

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|| STAR SITAR || It's twelve minutes past five in the morning. I just woke up like... an hour ago. I fell asleep around 12 yata last night. Ya fall asleep early, ya wake up early. Dang. And brrrr. Can't help but notice how it has been cold lately. Maybe it's because December is like a few weeks away. Or maybe it's because I'm only in my boxers. Uhm... I say both. The first thing I did after

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|| DESTINED FOR GREATNESS || Can't wait to see Pacqiuao fight Barrera. Darn. Two good fighters clashing on Sunday. Hopefully, I'll be up pretty early Sunday morning 'cause the fight's gonna take place before lunch. Of course we've seen Pacquiao fight and he's proven just how he can deliver such strong punches but Barrera is like... the champion yata... and he's all cool and humble. He's like the

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|| FINALLY DAMNED || This wasn't the first time I caught "The Queen Of The Damned" on HBO but this wuz the first time that I actually finished the flick. Just like I wasn't able to read the entire book having borrowed my friend's copy way back in highschool. Years has passed and just a couple of hours ago... I finally found out how Anne Rice's tale ended. Now, I have this thirst fer the other

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|| INFLATING A BEER BELLY || Wuz supposed to be in a friend's house right now... inflating a beer belly. But no. I suddenly felt ill and felt more like staying home rather than being out down south washing my throat wit' San Miguels. This must be because of the cigs. No doubt. Went to school yesterday and I consumed like... 5 sticks o' cigarettes yata. Damn. I already told myself to quit but

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|| SEASONS || I know. Almost every entry I've injected into the veins of this blog contains stuff I've seen on the fuckin' tube. And that's because I hardly leave home anymore. My room has become an open cell. I lock myself in my personal cluttered space fer hours allowing cable T.V. to rape my mind. And I dunno if that's a good thing. I mean... cool. Because of the various music channels

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|| SUN SOAKED SURFACE || Ah. It's raining. Kudos to nature fer allowing all these water droplets to free fall from the sky every once in a while giving way to the cooling down of our sun soaked surface. I would love to learn how to cook. Frankly, I should learn how to cook. Pffft. Sure, I can fry eggs, ham, coldcuts and prepare instant noodles but... what I wanna learn is how to cook real

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|| CLOSE ENCOUNTERS WITH THE ANNOYING KIND || I'm beginning to feel the negative effect of my life sans Lance the Lancer. I'll give ya a good example: encounters wit' annoying cab drivers. Normally, conversing wit' cab drivers are fine but yesterday I met one who kept on talkin' to me wit' a mouthful o' bibingka. Not to mention the way he coughed and spit. Plus, he drove the cab like a drunk

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|| SOMEWHERE BETWEEN MY TEETH || A couple of minutes ago I wuz already tucked away in some far away place... I dunno where. I wuz reading this new copy of While You Were Sleeping I got from Booksale and somewhow, all the excellent stuff about art, people and music just knocked me out. I wuz asleep fer like... an hour or two. Asleep but I wasn't dreaming. Or maybe I did dream a little but I just

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|| TOTAL IDIOT || Ugh. It's Tuesday already. A brand new day and yet I'm still in the same level of paranoia as yesterday. It feels as if I had sixth sense and it's lettin' me know that someone out there is very pissed at me. Then again this is all just a feeling. I hope it's really just paranoia and nuthin' more. Maybe because my serotonin levels are still down. I shouldn't be surprised.

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|| BEING FICKLE || There. I just finished re-editing the look of my blog. It's white. I never thought I'd ever see the day where I'd make a blog dominated by shades of black and white. But here's proof that I can always be soooo wrong. This is natural as natural could get. No more shitty brown colors. No more blown up stolen image from a shoe brand. I can't say this look is better than the

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|| MYSELF MAKES ME VOMIT || Brain all fried up wit' exhaustion. My hair reminds me of cigarette smoke and sweat each time I sniff. Body goin' through that phase where it rejects all the unnecessary stuff I put into it. Myself makes me vomit. Disguising myself as a normal person, I went trick or treatin' among the zombies and ghouls who most probably had White Cherries or Blue Dolphins in their

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|| NOTHING TOO FICTITIOUS || I wuz able to catch the film "Taxi Driver" on AXN. Swell. A young Robert De Niro portrayed a cab driver who's pretty pissed, confused and unsated wit' what's goin' around him. Precisely like where I am now. Movies like these just turn my world to silence. Keeps my eyes glued to the screen fer hours. No flashy effects. Nuthin' too fictitious. Only stories about

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|| KISS THE STEERING WHEEL GOODBYE || Yesterday, I woke up to the sound of annoying phone rings. Upon looking outside the sliding glass door, I notice the sun reflecting a golden shine and sends it creeping on the ground. The realization that it is already three in the afternoon did not make me jump out of bed... not at least fer another hour. Got out o' my sheets around four to grab some grub

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|| WASTEJUNK || "...nananabik na muling dalawin ng antok..." ---Sugarfree, Insomya It's a brand new day. And I sit in front o' the computer as I welcome dawn. Geez. I guess I should practice sleepin' early. But this is just me set on normal mode. I slept around 6 in the morning yesterday. I'm planning to get some shuteye a lil' bit earlier today. Sigh. I have become nocturnal once again. A

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|| INSTANT NOODLE || I decided to mess around with my template and I wuz able to come up wit' this odd reddish kinda brownish background color which reminds me of old wooden waxed floors. Now, I've decided to take away the shit brown colored text and replace it wit' a more brighter dirty mustard kind o' yellow to sustain that vintage feel. The idea of using that dirty milk green color which

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|| KICKOFF || Finally. After hours and hours of tweaking and editing, Weirdspaghetti version 2.0 is all set to roll. However, I'm feelin' sorta shaky now that I've left version 1.0 in blog city. I'm still hoping to get in touch wit' the old blog souls I've met along the way and I long to meet some more. But there's no need to get all dysphoric now. Afterall, I've got a brand new blog here.

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