Kaho and Pocky.

Mood: whoa
Now Playing: anata no watashi no POCKY. damn catchy pocky song is catchy

So it's 3 in the morning, and i've found.... this.



Kaho (she's the main girl) looks beautiful in this movie. Great team behind the lens, and cool choices of background music too - it fits the laid back atmosphere it is trying to achieve. Then again, i say this sorely from about (n) views of the trailer, of a deep affinity for anything that is asian and of anything that has the words "breeze" and "village" in it; the truth is i haven't had the resources nor the time to procure a copy of this yet. But rest assured that i will. And when i do, will present this movie, hopefully, in better justice.

And did i say that Kaho looks beautiful in this movie?

Also, this insane commercial i can't get out of my damn head.



Come off it, you know you want to say it. ANATA NO WATASHI NO PCOKY!

N is for Nuking

Mood hmm. :
Now Playing: alkaline trio, mercy me.

So Yahoo news bear an alarming headline today - N. Korea does a nuclear test - and a lot of nations aren't too happy about it. I'm... not too sure. But i mostly agree with what the other nations say; it's a blatant display of power. The news (accdg to my limited understanding) say that N. Korea has problems of it's own and if Kim Jong II, N. Korea's leader thinks that what his country needs is a morale boost, then he sends in a nuclear test for his people.

But i think that if im a young north korean, and my leader's picking a fight against more than 5 nations, then i will be far from assured. Plus the disturbing fact that most of these more than 5 nations are great nations with a lot of history and power... hot damn. Blessed be the hearts that bend. \

Not to mention im getting paranoid.

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A Lot of Things and Nothings

Mood: baad
Now Playing: you owe me an IOU, hot hot heat

I was having this cool dream - i was drowning in sea of creamy sweet chocolate and suddenly this stunning asian girl with beautiful hair came sweeping down on me and gave me mouth to mouth resuscitation(all to save me, of course, lol) - when i suddenly came tumbling down on my bed with an unearthly thud. Fuck.

And that pretty much sums up how i woke up this morning. With a damn thud. Today is clearance day, and for the love of everything that is holy, i could not fathom why the college (or my trig professor, for that matter) told me to get my clearance in the afternoon, when it is friggin hot.

To illustrate, the moment my foot stepped out of my house's shade, i immediately retreated back into the comfort of the house - and the fan. Damn it, i was sorely tempted to crack open an egg and see if it will fry itself.

It didn't, by the way.

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so after numerous trips to the damn doctor, i have now been prescribed as someone who, due to congenital(since birth) cataracts, have glaucoma on both eyes. That, ladies and gentlemen, seriously sucks. I use my damn eyes almost every day. Even my hobbies - reading, playing games, taking a bath after doing the aforementioned activities - put a godawful strain on my eyes.

But thanks to this, i can now adopt the contemporary writer's attitude! It's this hilariously popular style of writing which is so amazing and fantastic, it actually reeks in fans by the gajillions! Im not gonna tell you - oh damn all right doggone it. It's this whole "damn-it-im-so-sad-and-angsty-i-could-just-die-but-i-will-write-about-this-sadness-which-inadvertently-is-about-love-syndrome" True, there are many writers who can pull it off splendidly, but damn it if i read another piece about heartbreak and love unrequited.

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Have you ever heard the scandal about kho and halili? Oh who am i fooling, of course you have. Its the only goddamn thing in the news today! It's been on forever, and forgive me if i offend a lot of stupid, sheep-like and zombie-dead brains by saying GET OVER IT. Damn it, the media is milking too much out of a simple story. They could have just gone and went about doing a feature that is actually relevant to this country - like the swine flu virus, or the mystifying disappearance of funds, or hell, even pacman's special economic zone. But nooo. KhoxHalili is still all the rage on a lot of the fucking media. ARGGG

Forgive me if i say this, but i will try and phrase this in a nice enough manner. Find another topic and stop clawing at each other's throats. And that goes for all of the major media channels. You're job is in charge of supplying the public the truth, not some rubbish about some doctor and an actress most of just do not give a fig about. And, also, fuck off. Leave the damned individuals alone and let's all go along with our meaningless lives, shall we?


And, if by some miraculous power of heaven someone in authority actually reads this piece, let it be known that these are all my opinion, lest we risk another heart-stopping, brain-dead inducing scandal about a blogger and his blog piece.

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And, on a more happier note, this is the reason i have been sleeping late. Damn you, megaten. Damn yoooou!

Dog

Mood: fralala.
Now Playing: amphetamines, eve6

So i've been a good boy and have been listening to Ethics class. Accdg to our substitute prof, there is this soulification, which says that the moment the sperm hits the egg, a soul is inscribed into it. WAO. haha.

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I went to the doctors today, and it is so depressing. They now have to rule out glaucoma in the right eye, too. ARGG.

And aun. There was this visual field test or something, and it basically measure your peripheral vision. What you have to do is to look into the light at the center of the machine and ONLY at the light. Then, lights will go on and off around your peripheral vision. Whenever you see a light, you'll need to press a handheld that will in turn, measure how accurate your peripheral vision is.

demnet. haha. I had trouble moving my eye AT ALL. argg.

I wish i was a dog. Then i could act stupid all day and be an undercover ninja for a forgotten dog order at night. Why do i know that dogs are ninjas? My own dog, Ming, told me as he drank vodka on the rocks. Haha.

*facepalm*

mmmmKay.

Mood: im actually feeling good! good god, the world is gonna end.
Now Playing: mirror's edge remixes.

So today, we had a class debate at Ethics. Ethics is kinda cool, by the way. Except it's in the extremes. If the lecture is boring, it's SUPER DUPER boring. If the lecture is exciting, it's SUPER DUPER exciting.

Anyway, we had this debate, and i think it's fun. Our team was assigned the anti-contraceptive part, which practically condemns the use of contraceptives. We raised a few good points (though im not so sure, im terribly biased) The opposing team, the pro-contraceptives' points, were equally, if not more so, stated. If i were an observer, i would have been at a loss as to what to think; i say this in all honesty.

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On another note, the substitute ethics professor mentioned soulification. It's when the zygote is imbued with a soul and is instantaneous with fertilization.

It's such a nice word, don't you think? SOULIFICATION.

woohoo.

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So im hunting this game, mirror's edge a few months back. Trailer below.



So if you have an installer, lend me and i will be your slave forever. No shit. It's too much of a hassle to dl a game this big, and god knows i have a loong list of dvd's i want to buy, so.. yey.

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And, to trishaang, thank you.

Harrrumphing.

Mood: blank
Now Playing: none

Do you know the feeling that you get whenever you stand up and look in a mirror the first thing in the morning? Y'know how it goes; you see the sun, you see your white teeth that still haven't met the toothbrush, you see how perfect and just right your bed hair looks without bringing it down, and you just know deep down inside that this day is The Day - that kind of shit.

But then the sun shifts over, and you see how deeply scarred and ugly your soul is beneath all the gaiety. Just a little shift of the sun to see how bad your pimple really looks, how uncool your smile looks like, how that little bit of skin tag under your chin doesn't look like a little bit anymore. And sometimes, it takes all you have just to keep yourself from recoiling in disgust.

But still, sin we are, and sin we do.

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Lately, there are a lot of people going to me for help. I don't know why they do; my latest theory and probably most plausible one says that they are innately masochistic - they like pain and their favorite form of self-flagellation is by seeking my help. Which is perfectly okay by me - it's your grave you're digging, by asking my help. Also, i am innately meddlesome. Forgive me, i must have been a pop star in my other life.

The sad part is, when it comes to my own problems, i am stumped. I can't follow anything i've ever told anyone to do. It's depressing; its like you already know the answer to a hell of a difficult math problem, but you just can't apply the solution. It's like having to factor an easy equation. You know the answer; it's just a simple x=1, but you just can't get the damn equation right.

And it's infuriating. I wish i could post a video just so you can hear my voice and see my face, which will probably disturb you the rest of your damnawful jolly life as the most infuriated face you will ever see.

goddamn it people. Im not bullet-proof. Im not a saint. Im probably the most evil, lying, cheating, poor excuse of a person you'll ever see. And if you think about it, maybe you are too. And that's perfectly alright. That's why we help each other out. Organisms of the same species must help each other or they die out. I get that.

But damn it. Why can't i help this damn mesh of flesh and nerves and blood and guts i call my own?

Get me out of this life.

Damn It, Scrubs.

Mood: blank
Now Playing: check yes juliet, we the kings.

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Now, i have to scrounge enough moolah for a Scrubs dvd. It's now ranked 3rd in Ding's Trip to Hidalgo, Quiapo list. So cool.

But anyway, look at this.

Relationships dont work the way they do on television and in the movies: Will they, wont they, and then they finally do and theyre happy forever gimme a break. Nine out of ten of them end because they werent right for each other to begin with, and half the ones that get married get divorced, anyway.

And Im telling you right now, through all this stuff, I have not become a cynic, I havent. Yes, I do happen to believe that love is mainly about pushing chocolate-covered candies and, you know, in some cultures, a chicken. You can call me a sucker, I dont care, cause I dobelieve in it. Bottom lineis the couples that are truly right for each other wade through the same crap as everybody else, but, the big difference is, they dont let it take em down.

Damn it, Scrubs, you're giving me an inferiority complex, lmao.