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Friday, November 25, 2005
prayer for st. anger

i really hate using the title of metallica's crappiest album for my title, but i found it apt.

a few weeks ago, i vowed to contain my anger and hate and all the things that make me such an ass.
but something really, really, really irked me. it forced me to get out of my tranquil state and let loose a flurry of anger! anger! anger! anger!

It's that damn neo-boyband called cueshe.

I mean, what the hell is a "cueshe" anyway?!?!?!? it's sounds like something you'd rub your ass with in the morning, fer chrissake!!! And the truth is i would've just tolerated them anyway, but putangina namumuro na sila eh.

When they first came out, i thought to myself, "oh, SILVERCHAIR ripoffs, oh well silverchair's good. it's about time a local band paid homage to them". Stupid thoughts, i know, but i would come to later realize the error of my assumptions when i caught their video on MYX.

Oh my god. They were a fucking boyband. They were a bunch of trying hard assholes na nagpapapogi. And anyone familiar with the way MYX presents its videos would know that they include the lyrics of the song while showing the video. Truly? Madly? Crazy?!?!?!?! in love with you?!?!?! WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF SONGWRITING IS THAT?!? (i won't even add the other lyrics because they just SUCK). I mean, NOT only did they rip off something from savage garden, but they ripped it off and fused a rockstar persona with it. Posers.

And the interesting dynamic of putting this fucking gay macho dancer on their lineup is enough to make ANY, (i repeat, ANY) person with any sense of decency want to pulverize them. I mean, WHAT THE HELL? he sings two lines and then fondles the mic and starts playing with his right leg and hand. GOD KNOWS WHAT THE HELL HE THINKS THAT MIC IS. And the way he starts jumping is enough to make you want to get that trusty arctic sniper rifle and put a shot straight into that head of his. (yes! B- 4 - 6 - aim! snipe! PUTANGINA MO!!! PUTANGINA MO! BAKLA KA! BAKLA KA!)

Adding insult to injury, when asked that their song sounds VAGUELY LIKE silverchair's "greatest view", they responded by saying it was mere coincidence and that they have not even heard the song OR the band before. FUCK THEM. I don't know what's worse: the fact that this FEELING ROCKSTAR BOYBAND reduced silverchair to mushy, braindead rambling OR that this FEELING ROCKSTAR BOYBAND hasn't even HEARD of silverchair.

The next staple of songs to emerge from them were worse. Ripping off everything from Hoobastank to Simple Plan to Sandwich IN ONE SONG! AND THE LYRICS! OH MY GOD! THE LYRICS! AND THAT FUCKING GAY MACHO DANCER! AAAAARRRRGGGGHHH!!!

now, i wouldn't be that bothered if they just faded into nothingness. the IRKING part is that they've actually gained a mass appeal so large that you'd want to pierce your eardrums just so you don't hear them day in and day out. the IRKING part is that to the public-at-large they are "the new sound of Original Pilipino Music", the IRKING part is that to everyone who doesn't know better, they are so FUCKING GOOD and they're at par with bands like Juan de la Cruz, Eraserheads and all the scions of the Philippine Music Industry, the IRKING part is that to everyone else: ANYONE WHO FUCKING USES A DISTORTION PEDAL DESERVES TO BE CALLED A ROCK BAND AND A FUCKING GOOD ONE AT THAT. WELL GAWDDAMMIT!!! WHY CAN'T ANYONE SEE THAT THESE RETARDED FAGGOTS ARE A BUNCH OF POSERS WITH NO TALENT WHATSOEVER!!!! (LALO NA YUNG PUTANGINANG BAKLANG MACHO DANCER NA MUKHANG REJECT NG MASCULADOS NA HINDI MARUNONG KUMANTA AT GUMAGAWA NG PERCUSSION GAMIT ANG KANANG HITA AT KAMAY.PUTANGINA MO!!!)

so what brought this sudden anger? why just now? well, like i said, i would've just tolerated them, but something grabbed my attention a few days ago.

CUESHE IS ON THE ERASERHEADS TRIBUTE ALBUM.

these are the ERASERHEADS, man!! PUTANGINA! ANONG ginagawa ng putanginang baklang poseur showband na yan sa kanta ng isa sa mga pioneers ng Philippine Music Industry?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??

This is a sin far greater than ANYTHING that they have wrought so far. For me, at least.

You have to understand that the Eraserheads, no matter how lame their last albums may have been, have influenced an entire pop underground culture here in the Philippines. What true blue NoyPi wouldn't know the lyrics to "Pare Ko"? or "Ligaya"? or "With A Smile?" or "Magasin"? or "Sembreak"? or "Ang Huling El Bimbo"?
or (hehehehehe....) "Alapaap"?

you can call me a cheesy idiot, but i AM willing to say that these guys were my heroes. I learned how to appreciate music and write by listening to these guys. I wear my trusty adidas and converse sneakers with pride as homage to them. I dreamt of going to the State University because of them. I sing their lines when i'm HIGH or DRUNK or MISERABLE or HAPPY.

And now this bastardation comes.

KILL CUESHE. BOYCOTT THE E-HEADS TRIBUTE ALBUM BECAUSE OF THEM

Oh and, yeah, there's this E-Heads song called "Hey Jay".
I hear that faggot macho dancer from cueshe is called "jay"
Listen to the song, YOU FUCKING FAGGOT.

PUTANGINA NG CUESHE.

mauve angelus dreamt on* 8:10 PM
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Saturday, November 19, 2005
precious indecisions

a more pressing issue has impressed itself on me...

...i need my anger... but i can't seem to summon it anymore...

...vulnerability is such a pathetic quality...

...i suck...

...hahahahaha...

so anyway, this was one of the days that had me tied...

i think my eyes are getting worse. i just had a prolonged version of my minute blackouts, i couldn't see for at least ten minutes!!! my head just hurt. it hurt for almost three hours. i felt like gouging my eyes out.
the pain.

and then i needed someone to talk to. well, when i say "someone" i usually just mean a select few. well, the usual suspects were readily available, but.... ...ah let's just say the other people i needed to hear from just didn't feel like brushing with madness... but, it's all cool (kinda sad, though, but hey, like i said, no more anger...).

it feels weird, all of it. i don't know what to make of the things happening around me.

resignation is such a compelling emotion.

melancholy is such a humbling emotion.

on a lighter note, i just realized how great coffee is today. hahaha. chino just bought this half gallon coffee ice cream and well, i never really liked coffee, but i seem to have acquired a taste for it.

i fell asleep rather quickly. my endurance seems to be failing these days. i know its about my eyes. i can't stand being awake for more than twelve hours, otherwise i get these massive headaches. when i say massive, i MEAN MASSIVE. so the question that keeps bugging me is: "how the heck do i juggle this with school next sem?". prolonged consciousness kills me. it's evident when i just start rambling these inanities and i lose the ability to hear the sounds around me. then coordination fails. i find a comfy spot or position. et voila! i get knocked out. whatever.

tonight i'm haunted by three big questions and my indecision just kills me. dammit.

i guess the course of actions were never a matter of ignorance. i mean, logically, i KNOW what should be done.

...fear can be so crippling...
...more crippling than massive headaches, sleep problems, caffeine imbalances...
...more crippling than anything, actually...

...i'm afraid...

mauve angelus dreamt on* 6:34 AM
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Thursday, November 17, 2005
no more "fuck you"s (at least not for a while)

i am typing this after having grown a little voice in my head (don't ask me what the hell that means...)
i just opened my eyes to something just now.

...i'm not angry...

...not anymore...

there's this sense of resignation and fatalism, yet at the same time coupled with...

(dare i say it..?)

not now. not yet.

all i know is i've found something i've been searching for for a loooooong time.

...peace...

peace with myself; a reconciliation with aspects of my person .

what brought this? i guess i simplified my equations and reduced things.

i went acoustic.

i've finally found people who'd support the things i do, not because i had something to give, but because i am who i am (they know who they are...)

i've found things i should actually finally be doing.

...and then there's this girl... (stole that line from Arthur, thank you)

she may not know, she may not see, she may not understand, she may not comprehend how much she actually affects me.

how she took the bitterness away, how she took all the anger away, how she stopped the bleeding, how she's made me want to be more than what i am and still retain myself in the process...

...how she's made me feel so good to be me...

she may not actually ever see....

...but it's all good...

no more "fuck you"s

...at least not for a while...

mauve angelus dreamt on* 9:28 AM
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Sunday, November 13, 2005
indeed... onscreen. now.


i'm so tired... i could be coming down with something serious. i've felt a little cold these past few days but paid no attention coz i though it might just be a few backlashes of superplan x ("the plan", as akelle would put it). i finally uploaded a picture that looks like the way i do now. hehehe. yes, i'm that proud that my mom chased me out of her hotel room coz i looked like a terrorist killer (astig!).

i cleaned my room earlier (well, attempted to... i'm not finished and it still looks like a mess). i saw some old test papers and drawings and doodles and writings i made. cool. nostalgia. it ALWAYS hurts.

so anyway, about that gig last friday. It was good. Line up was Akelle Sumaculub on lead, Chino Mendoza on bass, Me on rhythm, Pia Briones on Vox, and Charles Hernandez on cajon. It was great. Although, i must admit we were too heavy for a fashion show. (akelle played on his new B.C. Rich Mockingbird, fer chrissake!!) Chino was on his trusty Yamaha and i used a ripoff Stratocaster. All the other "bands" were strictly acoustic. wow. talk about deviance. Special thanks are in order: to Melay and Owel (for the amp, and for showing up as our "guests" and the pasta and the cookies), to Cris (for bringing his Washburn which was grounded anyway and for, well, you know what for, cris), Ronald (for the strat, effects and amp), for everyone who shouted (especially the first year proper students who showed up... too many to mention), and of course to Charles for agreeing to do percs for us despite the late notice and for being all out cool. dammit. and we didn't even get a single picture!!!

it was a good gig (i said that didn't i?), but it still didn't feel too good. I mean, for one, we had to do it without our mainstay drummer Boyong de Castro (who was grounded because some idiot didn't know how to do the math) and guest vocalist Ioshi Enriquez (same reason). I mean, we were all looking forward to doing this together, but circumstances just rent us asunder... Guys, it just wasn't the same without you...

Dammit. all that's made me irritable again. Yosibreak...

..i'm back... now what else was i gonna write? oh yeah.

i'm still confused.

still in the winter's thick.

fuck you.

mauve angelus dreamt on* 5:30 PM
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Saturday, November 12, 2005
simple minded rambling

"i am not under any orders to make the world a better place"... ah ironies, indeed!

Psychic!! Last night, i had the weirdest urge to suddenly want to watch "Reality Bites", (y'know that winona ryder/ ethan hawke/ ben stiller movie? check the poster above). Then as i was flipping through channels earlier, i actually caught it. wow. weird.

well, the things is i love this movie. it'll always have this special place in me that will supersede any movie, even those with all the special effects (*cough*star wars*cough*).

why?

because it's so simple. yet... not.

we have a whole story that revolves around Lelaina, Troy, Sammy, Vicky and Michael. Lelaina, being the batch valedictorian naturally dreams of making something of herself and tries to overachieve, while the slacker/tortured genius Troy acts as her perfect foil, grounding her everytime.

this is one of the movies that have influenced me greatly. seeing it again brings a lot of introspection.. (it doesn't help that it's a love story, too). Oh, and yeah, this was Ben Stiller's directorial debut, btw.

See? i'm so overwhelmed that this whole entry looks like it was written by a four year old! (GAWD!!! WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!?!)

whatever. my fave lines are below:

one:

Lelaina:: I just don’t understand why things just can’t go back to normal at the end of the half hour like on the Brady Bunch or something.

Troy:: Well, ‘cause Mr. Brady died of AIDS. Things don’t turn out like that.

Lelaina:: I was really gonna be something by the age of 23.

Troy:: Honey, the only thing you have to be by the age of 23 is yourself.

Lelaina:: I don’t know who that is anymore.

Troy:: I do. And we all love her. I love her. She breaks my heart again and again but I love her



two:
Troy: What happened is that um, I kinda got this arcane glimpse of the universe and the best thing I can say about that is... I don't know.

three:
Lelaina: I mean, these job interviews, Troy... The word “vivesection” a staggering understatement. I mean, can you define irony?

Troy:: Its when the actual meaning is the complete opposite from the literal meaning.

Lelaina: My God, where were you when I needed you today?

mauve angelus dreamt on* 2:51 AM
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Friday, November 11, 2005
welcome winter breath

right below the depths of transitivity
i lie awake; asleep; awake; forever alone...
i am this day's winter, sown from seeds of utter discontent
breathes heavily; sighs; unspoken whispers lost to this night
unlit; unbright; euphimisms deranged; i die, ever more alone everyday.
cold sweating destroying all walls of sanity; melting ivies...
repeat, pause, play, stop.
eject.
distort.
ramble on depression...
i die.
i live.
to die again.

welcome to the winter of the winter of my discontent.

enjoy.

fuck you.

mauve angelus dreamt on* 8:07 AM
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Wednesday, November 09, 2005
superplan AXED

"gusto ko lang maranasang umibig
tamaan ni kupido
gusto ko lang maranasan ang langit
tumibok muli ang puso ko"

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this is definitely one of those days i should have stayed in bed...
superplan x is AXED. aborted indefinitely to be discarded to my realm of things that never should have been thought of.


don't get me wrong though.. superplan x didn't fail. it just didn't happen.
the fact of the matter is i didn't really think it would work: i just wanted to do it. i just wanted to get the chance to do it y'know...

to those in the know, i realize this might seem like a trivial thing. i mean, everyone else has bigger fish to fry than worry about some inane fool who wants to exorcise his demons by total humiliation...

..but, you have to understand,this was my narwhal, my whale shark, my loch ness monster...

days passed where all i could ever think about was how to make it better. nights lay in restless unsleep where visions of impending embarassment was imminent.

not getting to execute the plan just sucks!!

knowing it wasn't my fault and that i couldn't do anything about it is infuriating...!!!
knowing some person's arrogance ( and the "sheep" mentality of people i thought i knew)
caused this is... is... is... just so... STUPID!!!

you gullible, dumbass, ingratuitous, shitbrained, nerf-herding SHEEP!!!!!

(what actually hurts more is that you're one of them, i thought you were different, i thought my influence and your experiences would at least be apparent, but no. i'm actually mad at you, too)

haaah, i try to act all cool about it, but it's actually bothering me more than i would care to think about; more than i let on; more than i want it to bother me; more than i thought it would bother me.

"the show must go on", says the rational part of me. a side that HAS to prevail these days. "the show must go on", says many thespians.
"the show must go on", says this Jack Black persona a la "school of rock" inside my head.

the show must go on.

fuck you.

mauve angelus dreamt on* 7:11 PM
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Tuesday, November 08, 2005
when eloquence deserts

a path brightly lit makes its way into this stillborn heart
yet when eloquence fails; where the spoken word deserts
i find i am but frailty personified
undignified. alone.
i have my books and my poetry to protect me (stolen lines...)
my words are empty. with but grunts to spare, i begrudgingly ease my pain.
no comprehension. all apprehension.

reach forth! my callous hands are of no good.
yet i still have hands; what are they for anyway?
to the night i shout a mighty order (for what is might but overcompensation)
for what is bravery if not a hidden cowardice.
spare me the indignance of a living tartarus.

i should like this endurance to prevail
...for i am weak...
yet in this very weakness i find my strength
and there before the grace of you go i... (more stolen lines)

mauve angelus dreamt on* 4:54 AM
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Sunday, November 06, 2005
Sunday Morning (before i leave it all behind)


In perhaps one of my most misleading titles ever, i begin posting on this new blog. It's something from scratch so forgive the utter simplicity (haaah, i wish i had my own PC), i WILL try to fix it later on (when i get the time, of course)

Anyway, it's a sunday morning and i just got out of bed. literally. i made my way out the door and went straight here. I couldn't sleep last night.

Why?

Fear.

Superplan X is coming up and i'm getting really, really, REALLY fidgety...

I mean, what if i things suck and nothing good happens? it's a big risk.

Akelle told me "attack mode" should always be on, to do what i planned to do and not end up having regrets. Chino told me to push on with it to open up new reasons. Pia told me to go on with it because it IS a risk i'm taking, and while it won't necessarily ensure that things'll take off, it's one of the possibilities and i HAVE to be willing to gamble sometimes.

why AM i going to do this? it's scary. granted i've done many, MANY, MANY things more embarassing, this is perhaps the only time i've ever hesitated to go on with a plan...

why?

it hits too close to home. it hits. period. arrrrghhh!!!!

Heaven help me.
Superplan X?

BRING IT ON!!
Anyway, that's enough of that. Tomorrow is a monday and i'lll be going to school, (oh, wow! sembreak's over! yay! shit...). Well, at least i don't have to bum around the house and do nothing. I mean, seriously, that;s what i do at home: NOTHING. Bye bye boredom. hello schoolwork (fuck!!!). And enrollment.God knows that's gonna be hell. Well let's pray this all works out. : )

mauve angelus dreamt on* 10:53 AM
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Friday, November 04, 2005
Something from my old blogs... still too lazy to make new posts

okayyyyy.

assuming you've been living under a rock these past few years, i would assume that you have not been subjected to my enlightening look on chocolate. So here:



"chuckie" is a perv...
(an essay on the effect of chocolate milk on the rise of homosexuality)

you all know magnolia chocolait, right? it's one of the things that every kid born in the 80's would look forward to while strolling down the local supermarket on a grocery spree... and why not? the creamy goodness of chocolate regurgitating in your uvula is unequaled and parents love how their children get to drink milk while at it. In the last decade though, during the highly scrutinized Magnolia-Nestle merger, it has undergone a change of ghastly perversion.

Yes, kids i'm talking about the lovable "chocolait" metamorphosing into "chuckie". Chuckie is a perv. quite simply put. the first time i saw its AD on TV, i went like "OMG, what the hell is going on?".

Think about it. "chuckie" is, of course, a guy's name. The lasso, the denim pants, the singing voice and the actuations of the horrible mascot all point to being masculine. So, i think it would be right to assume that "chuckie" is masculine. Right?

WRONG. "chuckie" is a cow. If anyone remembers the first advertisement of "chuckie", we saw one of the cows at the front of the "chocolait" carton "become" chuckie. What exactly am i getting at? Piecing together the facts in this paragraph, it will be proven that "chuckie" is biologically female. The male version of a cow is a bull, and as such, does NOT produce milk.

So if "chuckie" is biologically female and acts male, that would mean that chuckie is either a lesbian, a fag, or a hermaphrodite. disgusting. utterly. i expect many 3rd sex support groups to come at me saying: "what in the world is your problem? you sick pig!".

My PROBLEM is that the homosexual population is rising and the reason for this is that it becomes so normal and acceptable to be homo that any small leaning towards it becomes fully-blown. With things like "chuckie" floating around in the market, we are giving impressionable children all the wrong behavioral norms.

Well, now that "chuckie" has become independent from "chocolait", we are safe in the knowledge that our favorite chocolate drink is no longer associated with homosexuality. But that's not to say that i'll go back to drinking "chocolait". Why? Have you seen the new magnolia "chocolait" carton? There's a picture of two children. WHY DID THEY PUT A PICTURE OF CHILDREN ON A CHOCOLATE MILK CARTON?!?!? WHHHHHYYYYY?!?!?! imagine the implication! but that's for another entry...

mauve angelus dreamt on* 11:30 PM
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I HATE YOU ALL AND I WANT TO DIE

...well, no, not ALL of you and i don't want to die (at least not yet.. :P)



"so what exactly do you do when you're at home?"



it's a bad question. but i realize i was asking for it when i started to say i came from taytay, rizal just a few minutes ago. yeap, it's a long way from where i am now, i know. and just for everyone's sake: my HOME is NOT taytay, rizal, my HOME is Bacolod City, thank you very much.



BUT for reasons that serve the purpose of the question, let's assume that my "home" (at the moment) is taytay, rizal.



i thought long and hard. and a convoluted disarray of emotions flurry past my mind. i've been musing on a lot of things during the past three days that i will, in the next weeks, refer to as my sembreak for the AY 2005-2006.



One, i am alone. i have to deal with that sooner or later. i'll deal with it now. No amount of texting, calling or friendster demography will change that. it's an irrefutable consequence of the life i lead. no one gets close. no will hurt me. i will not let anyone hurt me. not anymore. it's not like it's a choice, though. In recalling what would be the most poignant line (for me, at least) in the Rurouni Kenshin OAV: "even the sharpest katana needs a sheath". well, whatever, my blade's rusting (rustED actually). and still no sheath. i may be a nagasoni koutetsu but still no saya.



Two, i met up with some old friends recently. "O! Ba't 'single' pa rin yung status mo sa friendster?". "e wala eh... hehehehe...". "Gago ka ba? O gago lang ba talaga mga taga-UP? Look, you're mannered, witty, eloquent, slightly creative sa mga bagay and at least presentable, i can't see why you're having trouble in that department". Great. Just what i need. They wouldn't understand. Comments coming from girls who are in a relationship with two of the most royal assholes i know shouldn't be believed. Why'd they even have to bring it up? Is being attached en vogue these days? and even if it was, i've made it a rule to NOT be vogue. Am i simply not considered human just because i'm a natural loner? <sarcasm> Thanks, guys, you really know how to make me feel right as rain!</sarcasm>



<whine> Three, i get tired. I AM tired. Anyone who thinks i'm this kinetic frenetic ball of half-cocked sarcasms, offhand remarks and content silences just don't know me. I try to be overtly strong, simpleminded and oozing with machismo, but one must understand that this overcompensation is a sign of weakness ( MY weakness...insecurity... melancholy...). </whine> I'm tired, guys. I am so, so, so burnt out. Doesn't anyone notice how much i whine these days?!? I DON'T NORMALLY WHINE!!!



Four, there is no purpose to my meaning (akala mo ang lalim, no? gago ka pala eh). Maybe i've found it. In any case, i refuse to accept it...



Five, <anger> SHUT THE FUCK UP WITH ALL YOUR SMUG TALK. </anger> It's easy to judge a path you haven't walked before. It's easy to say "choose life", when your worst problem is figuring out how to work HTML on friendster. It's easy to say "you're wrong" when you think in monochrome. It's easy to be "i will never resort to the things you do" when the most you've ever done was do the things people expect of you. I hate it when people go: "you're doing this wrong! do this, instead!". SHUT THE FUCK UP. Walk a mile in my shoes and see how you view the world after. I live the way i want to and that's NONE of your fucking business. you can advise, but i strongly suggest you leave your judgments at the door. you have absolutely NO FUCKING RIGHT to condescend me. none. SO GO FUCK A TREE OR SOMETHING. (YOU FUCKING KNOW WHO YOU ARE). If you want to take a FUCKING potshot at me i suggest you do it to my face (then again, these are brave words coming from someone who airs his issues on a blog, i love contradicting myself)



Six, thank you people who care. You will never know how much it means to me. I appreciate the effort to cheer me up. But i'll gladly abstain from taking the "aspect point-of-view" advices. Believe me when i say that no euphism will ever be convincing enough to shake this staggered mentality into optimism.



Wow that was long. A long rant. I feel better now. Seriously.



So what was the question again? What exactly DO i do when i'm at home?









...i cry...

mauve angelus dreamt on* 9:29 PM
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Santino Joshua Garcia Torre

"it was all that i wanted, now i'm living without...it's where the water flows, it's where the wind blows..." OVERHAUL COMING UP...

something got caught.. errr? what?!?!?

Male, 21, Single

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Location: Philippines

Hometown: slumberland...

Schools:
University of St. La Salle-IS, University of the Philippines- Manila

Occupation: dreamer, sophisticated jologs

Companies:ignored industries

Affiliations: The Amazing Losers Organization (TALO!), team FS, i-squared,
Brickwall People, Superplan X

Hobbies and Interests: dreaming, sleeping

Favorite Books: the Holy Bible, the imitation of Christ, Bram Stoker's Dracula, Interview with the Vampire,
Eraserheads' Fruitcake, El Filibusterismo, Of Punks Poets and Poseurs, LotR,
The Purgatorio, The Inferno, V, The Final Conflict, The Vampire Lestat,
The Prophet, the perks of being a wallflower

Favorite Movies: reality bites, rockstar, star wars, kill bill, reservoir dogs, awww gawdammit! TARANTINO MOVIES IN GENERAL, (yes?!?), detroit rock city, wayne's world at siyempre Can this be Love? (ang umangal sisipain ko), Memoirs of a Geisha, Nasaan si Francis?

Favorite Music: i need a list!!, eraserheads (with ely), rivermaya (luma), mr. big (with either kotzen or gilbert), smashing pumpkins (with d'arcy), nirvana, foo fighters (basta anjan c dave grohl astig!), counting crows, urbandub, our lady peace

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