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Saturday, April 15, 2006
2:06 PM

For the nth time, I shall try to blog in the correct grammar. err. Was that right? Whatever. I'm not rebelling against Catholics and all those who firmly believe the world's most popular religion. I just don't think I would let myself succumb to those things that I honestly lack faith in. Some good channels are out for the past two days since it is supposed to be mourning season. Okay. I am not mourning nor rejoicing. I am bored. Thankfully, my village friends would break the monotony of this holy week. Tj just texted me and told me he'll be here in 30 minutes. That means, I have 30 minutes to blog. I don't think I'll be updating this blog regularly since I'm taking my majors next year. Hopefully, I pass everything come course card distribution on Monday.

Call me weirdo or anything but I don't know. I read a blog of a certain acquaintance and somehow I felt compelled to help the poor guy. I don't know but there's something about him that makes me want to. We have nearly talked about stuff in school and the longest conversation I had with him was like around 10 seconds. It feels weird. I just hope he's okay by now. I sure do know how it feels to have an ex, who used to be your friend, now a total stranger to you. It's a sad thing if you ask me.

I got to fix the verbal argument with the Amazing Friends of Mr. Biggles. I'm going to Bora with or without my achi because apparently, she left me for fucking Puerto Galera with his ex who I don't know would treat her right this time. If not, screw you! May all the horny gays out there molest you until there is nothing left of your soul! Oh well, at least I have my Amazing Friends to keep me company plus, the two new additions which are both China men [well, the other one is a China girl]. Illusion, I have waited this long for you.. and in 8 days, you're mine! Hahaha!

Would you blame me if I told you there is no reason why I should go home? If you ask me, where I live now in Taft is my home. It feels so much more comfortable here than in Paranaque. For one, nobody's shouting except the super taray neighbor who owns a laundry shop. At least in here, I get easy access to all possible public transportations known to the common Filipino. If I don't get to drive a car, at least I can go anywhere.

If I look at my self a few years back, it seems that I was kinda emo back then. No offense emo friends, but I believe that emo = gay. I mean who would write suicidal notes, make up suicidal problems and love problems, wear eyeliner and have those "crescent" bangs [according to Kee]? Whoever invented emo prolly just wasn't goth enough and founded a way to improvise goth that's cooler or something. I listen to emo sometimes but I just can't stand people who try to be the emoest emo person in the world. Fyi, listening to emo and trying hard to be emo are two very different things.

I love the One Tree Hill Soundtrack. I have been playing it for some time now. It's just so nice. It's so teenager-y. I mean the songs are nice. One of my favorites right now are Move Along by All American Rejects, This is for Keeps by Spill Canvas and Always Love by Nada Surf.

"When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through"
- All American Rejects, "Move Along"

It sounds sort of grammatically incorrect but this is what I found from a certain lyrics site.