Nothing beats starting a week with bad news and knives in your back. It’s really amusing how much attention some people want. Bad things happen to bad people and I know you’ll get your karma soon.

Anyway, all I did yesterday was work on my contribution for Inovation Week at school and spent the other half of the day playing Red Alert 2 with my brother. Then Ramel passed by around 8 PM and watched me program away. Too bad we didn’t get to play games.

When he was about to leave I saw one of his dumbest tricks. Before he started the car, he checked if the car was geared in. But the check failed him, mainly because, he was starting the car from outside. So when he turned the key, it started and ran away, in reverse!! Hahaha! Luckily he catched the car in time. If you were there, you’d be laughing your ass off.

After Bill Gates donated a large sum of his money to non-profit organizations so that he could avoid high taxes, he wants to get it all back. Yes, you…the one who’s using the illegit copy of his fucked up operating system. I’m not. Well, not on the computer I’m using right now. This one’s legal baby! Read this article.

I just got a copy of Franz Ferdinand’s self-titled album and Keane’s debut album. Why is brit rock better than the new bands coming out right now. All the new music out right now sucks. So, go out and get the ones above. They’re not bad.

Okay, I have to go now and present my work.

It’s official that Tuesday nights and Wednesdays are the worst times of the week. Anyway, Ramel passed by the house with his nephew then we picked up Ian at AUP then had dinner. We also crashed at Eric’s house after that, we were waiting for Ramel’s sister. Yesterday was my favorite brother’s birthday and this time I [almost] did not forget.

So yesterday, I went jammin with July. I brought my camera for some reason and started recording. It was fun. I should do this all the time. I have an account at audiostreet. I uploaded the songs there. Now, say this three times to yourself before listening to it, “It was recorded on a digital camera, that’s why the quality sucks”. I named the album “Banyo Recordings” because of the poor quality and grainy distortion. Anyway, listen to it. It’s still bearable. Click here to listen. Please leave a comment about it. I’m going to use these recordings to track our progress. Help me.

The first track is a cover “Munting Paraiso (Little Paradise)” by Razorback from the album, “Beggar’s Moon”. That’s my favorite album. I don’t really know what the next one is so I just called it “Are You Old School?” because I thought it was the theme from the movie School of Rock. There’s something with the lead that Jose made on this part, I wish he plays like that more often. The last track is another cover “Enter Sandman” by Metallica. I’m not sure which album it’s from but I think it’s from the Black Album. There are two other songs but they’re really bad. I think it’s enough to torture you with these three. So friends, criticize us/me.

My old room mate and family friend, Samuel just reached me through Friendster. Again, Friendster found a way to help me, gives me one reason to check it. He left a message with, “What the fuck did you do to your hair? I saw Dhen in your friends list”. I can’t believe that he forgot everything else except Dhen. Yeah, I know. Dhen’s cute, adorable and everything and I guess he really fell for her. Hehe! Anyway, I told him how he could reach me. He barely changed. He still fights with his mom everyday. You have to see them fight, they scream at each other in Chinese or something. Anyway, he drives now but he doesn’t play the violin or his harmonica anymore. He said he’s not that happy in the States.

On February 11, 2005 will be our Band Fair (Battle of the Bands, they just gave it a pretty name). We’ll be joining (I think I’ll be in two bands). Be there, it’ll be at DLS-Canlubang, Biñan, Laguna. Then on March 4, will be our talent night. We’ll be playing more songs. Still at the same place (the rehab). Don’t miss it, you know I call you a friend so I’m expecting you to be at one of the events mentioned above.

I guess that’s it for now. It’s Friday again tomorrow. Woohoo! It’s the weekend again!

Last night, we celebrated Ramel and Ian’s birthday. It was complete attendance last night. We just had it at Paseo. Wherelse? I had fun except that behind those laughter and smiles are hidden anger and bullshit. Why are we like this?

Anyway, the two went to the house after lunch yesterday then we wated for Gian, Eric and Jhessel. Then we went to Paseo around 7 to meet up with Mark and the girls. Oh yeah, before that, we also went to Jhing’s place which was kinda weird because we got dragged to this networking thing that her older sister’s boyfriend was in. Man, they were so desperate.

We slept (or napped) at Fred’s place. Yeah, all of us. Hahaha! Anyway, I went home around 9 for more sleep. Actually, I’m still sleepy but I can’t sleep. It’s one of those weird days.

I guess that’s pretty much it. I don’t want to get detailed, I might say something bad. You all know me, I’m the type of person that would be the first person to tell you that you suck!!

Wait, I got this from Ate Tinay. It’s for her ex but she posted it in her bulletin at Friendster so I read it because I was intrigued on what she’s up to. Ate Tinay, you’re the bomb! Hehe, I just felt like saying it. Read below, it’s a nice piece.

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My old Hum 2 professor used to tell us that wallets are a lot like girls. Dapat mong ingatan, kung hindi mo iingatan baka may mangyari. (You should be careful, cause if you dont, something might happen.)

I know what he means. I just lost a wallet, and I just lost a girl. You know, its the exact same thing.

One day, you realize its gone. You try to look for it everywhere, even going back to the places where you could have lost it.

You think, and you think hard, only to come upon a grim realization: its really gone.

Of course, you can hold on to some hope. After all, there have been some very, very lucky (blessed?) people who get it back.

Perhaps you could become one of those people. You sit home and you hope that someone would call, and that you would get it back. But then, some time passes, and you realize that its still gone, and you realize that its time to let go.

The first few days, you turn to your friends for support. Some tell you youll be okay, some tell you that it was your fault and that you should have been more careful, and some tell you about their own experiences.

They give you all sorts of advice, none you havent heard before.

You then go out to find a new wallet, only to realize that you dont really want a new one. You want the old one that you lost.

No, you dont want all these better looking wallets, you want yours, because of how comfortable it is, because of all the cards and pictures and other stuff in it.

You go out and carry on without a wallet, keeping your money in your pocket instead. You throw away stuff that you would have held on to if you had your old wallet. And then, finally, you find a new wallet you like and settle in.

You then start filling your new wallet, little by little. It still doesnt feel as comfortable as the old one, but its getting there.

Then you start putting in cards and pictures and other important stuff in the wallet. Soon enough, theres as much stuff in your new wallet as the old one. And then, after some time, you feel as comfortable with your new wallet.

And then you realize that youve almost forgotten you ever had your old wallet. Sure, you still remember most of the stuff you lost on that wallet. But then again, you dont remember the feeling of hurt that you felt when you lost it.

Thats because that wallet you lost is no longer your wallet. Youre no longer holding on. This new wallet youre holding, it has all the important cards and pictures and stuff that you need. This is your wallet.

And this time, you tell yourself, youre never losing this one.

It’s confirmed that the mystery call to the Netherlands was to an internet service provider. My mom wrote a complaint letter to PLDT about it and that’s what they said. I’m disappointed. None of them would admit it. I just wanted to say that, I’m sick of all the pointing of fingers and lies. No more, no less. Hehe!

Soccer training was great. I scored a goal once and it was the first time for me to be a striker. Let’s just consider that shot as a kill steal or a lucky one. To add to that, it rained for the first time in the history of our training!! The new guy, Carlos, is good he does too much fancy crap though.

I just found out something about the chick fight the other night. The waitress that was attacked got her shirt torn off until she became topless. No wonder the two ran so fast. Anyway, she got kicked out of her job. Too bad, I guess there’ll be no more action tomorrow night.

Let me plug this in too. You have to download and watch this video clip.

I don’t want to break the thrill but it’s so funny!
Clip from Jeopardy
Host: This term for a long-handled gardening tool can also mean an immoral pleasure seeker.[pause]Ken?
Ken: What’s a hoe?
Host: No…whoa!

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Hahahaha! Seriously, I’d give the same answer but it’s a rake.

I got four GMail invites again. You all know the process already so I’m not going to write again how you can get an invite from me.

So last night, I chilled out with Ramel at Paseo. I asked him to go there. So we just went around looking for something to do. While we were just staying at Caltex, looking at passers by, we saw his sister, Ate Esther. She’s cool, I wish I could have her as my sister. Hehe! So we went back to Paseo to eat, again (but I passed on it). Then we saw Fred. So we ate and talked. Oh yeah, she said that she saw Angel. According to her, she says Angel’s alright. A simple girl, just what I wanted. Hahahaha! Going back to the dinner, we finished it then paid for it. Just when we were about to leave there was a fucking chick fight! It really made my day completer. Nothing beats chick fights but it sure could be more fun if they were greased. <big grin> Fred and Ramel rushed to stop the commotion becuase they know the girl that was being attacked while the security guards just watched in awe.

We were planning for the birthday celebration of Ramel and Ian. I’m offering my place but it has to be late and not too much people so there’s not much to clean up. Or, we could just have it at Eric’s place if we were allowed.

So last night I got back just past midnight, my insomnia struck again so I was up until 4 AM. I played with my bass for an hour then played this puzzle game that I downloaded. I got up just right at 9.30, I turned on the radio and Sanya was on. I missed a lot last Sunday. You have to read her post. Haha!

I got talk to Fred about the mysterious 30 minute call to Netherlands. He said it wasn’t him. So nobody’s admitting it. It’s probably one of the following, a) nobody wants to admit they were desperate to surf for porn even if it would cost a lot or; b) it was an error in the billing system or; c) somebody hacked on my laptop, which is almost impossible, then installed spyware then have a macro connect the dialer. Well, whoever it was will get their karma. Let the Indian superstition come in! <poof>

I’m so friggin’ bored. I want to go out and hang out and do stupid shit. Oh yeah, I want to watch “Meet the Fockers“. I want to jam. Just jam, not cover. I want to do a lot of shit but I can’t. Damn it. I’m sick of playing video games or working on my server right now. So I practically can’t do anything.

*PLUG* I heard an acoustic version of Ulitin by P.O.T. on NU this afternoon. I loved it and I love that song. The DJ said something about the album being remastered, remixed and rereleased. I’m going to make sure I’m the first one to take hold of it. Woohoo!

I’m also out of shit to write. Help me on this, click on the comment link and give a creative idea on something I can do. That’s how bored I am. I can’t imagine how boring tomorrow will be.

BTW, Sanya was on TV last Sunday but I missed it. For some reason, I don’t watch local TV, it’s just not my taste. It looks like that Filipino directors/writers have no creativity.

I just found something. Play this game. Haha! Post your scores.

You Are 16 Years Old

16 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what’s to come… love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You’ve had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You’ve been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

Woohoo! I’m still 16! Wait… Is this a good thing or a bad one?

I just gave all my GMail invites to a random list in my phonebook so don’t get surprised if you get one. Don’t forget to thank me if you find it useful. If you already have one, forward it to someone else if you’re not going to use it.

Anyway, yesterday I had some booze with my new drinking buddies. Haha! Aaron and Christian. Damn it, Sundays could get so boring that you’ll get drunk before the sun sets.

Last Saturday, my dad asked me to go with him to buy spare car parts. I was the driver and we were looking for this shop. It was just meters away and I could squeeze the car to get in to the entrance. As the car accelerated, I suddenly felt like it dropped somewhere. We went down to see what the hell happened. The rear right tire fell halfway in at an open sewer hole. Life here is so hard that even the lids get stolen. So a security guard and some dude we say help us push the car up so the tire could get some grip.

Today is Ramel’s birthday. Go buy him a loaf of bread so we can all celebrate! This is the man, he’s been there since I met him. One of my friends I can rely on. I just found out that soccer training’s moved to Mondays and Fridays. I asked my home to pick me up so I could change but she came around 5.30 so I didn’t attend anymore, even if I did, it’d be over.

Ate Elay, my cousin, got hit by a six-wheeler yesterday. Why do bad things happen one after the other? This sucks. I hope that she’ll be okay.

Hey, my Uncle Khuan Choy (Dad’s brother; not sure if I spelled his name right either) just died last Friday morning of drug overdose. I’m pretty calm about it because I don’t know him at all but my dad feels bad about it because he wished he could have done something like bringing him here to the country so he could work and do something more important than getting high and mugging.

His Malaysian gangster friends weren’t there either, they were probably high at that time too. He’s getting cremated, Dad just sent money. I remember when my Ama (Grandmother) died and they all had this formal Chinese funeral thing. I guess they really don’t like Uncle Choy.

Anyway, our gig tomorrow night at Malate is cancelled. You can all clear up your planners now and prepare for something else. It sucks, I know. Oh yeah, I’m in a new band with my cousins (Other than Dani’s). I think the schedule’s pretty tight, maybe I should just be a sessionist for them.

Nothing special has happened lately, just plain old boring me. I’m starting to get better now, I get to school [almost] on time everyday and believe it or not, I’m learning. Wow! Something’s gotta be different this trimester.

Before I end this post, there’s this one person out there whom I have forgiven but I’ve said bad things and I know you’re pissed off or sad or whatever it is besides the likes of happiness. I believe you’re still reading my blog, that’s based from site hits and returned hits. I can forget everything you said and all the shit you did just show me effort that you’re sorry because it really looks like that you are happy with the way things are. That is, if you are happy, then forget it. <wink>

Check out this link. Tell me what you think. Could it be true that the Tsunami tragedy was all scripted? It’s possible but it’s a bit hard to believe. Leave a comment.