ooooh, something smells fishy. what's it, cousin rosey?
yebaaaaa, totoy!
mememe, cousin rosey, your lap's so... COLD. but anyhoo.
WAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!! where's my sister?!?
WAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! MONSTER!!!
meow. that's better.
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
the adventure with the widdle totoy
I have a really cute cousin, his name is Marc Allen, but we call him Totoy, which means little boy in English. so look here...
ooooh, something smells fishy. what's it, cousin rosey?
yebaaaaa, totoy!
mememe, cousin rosey, your lap's so... COLD. but anyhoo.
WAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!! where's my sister?!?
WAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! MONSTER!!!
meow. that's better.
ooooh, something smells fishy. what's it, cousin rosey?
yebaaaaa, totoy!
mememe, cousin rosey, your lap's so... COLD. but anyhoo.
WAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!! where's my sister?!?
WAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! MONSTER!!!
meow. that's better.
PAMMY'S BIRTHDAAAY
yep, my friend, Pam's 18th bday. :D we celebrated it though in Sam's house. lol
sammy, your home entertainment system is sho cool
I CAN SEE YER glittering braces, hehhe
hmmm. Pitt, I see yer booty!
uhhmmmp. I want some BEERRR
peace, yo. or not. bad pitty, bad!
maycie is shleepy. 2 am.
let's blind her with FLASHLIGHT!!!
OOOOH WAKE UP WAKEY WAKEY!
pitt's not sleeping. she's POSING. yea, model. :P
sammy, your home entertainment system is sho cool
I CAN SEE YER glittering braces, hehhe
hmmm. Pitt, I see yer booty!
uhhmmmp. I want some BEERRR
peace, yo. or not. bad pitty, bad!
maycie is shleepy. 2 am.
let's blind her with FLASHLIGHT!!!
OOOOH WAKE UP WAKEY WAKEY!
pitt's not sleeping. she's POSING. yea, model. :P
devcom 20 field trip
development journalism (subject) trip to Phil. Daily Inquirer (newspaper). I was in a van where my instructor rode in, so we were really lucky. we had free snacks, and free entertainment too. heehee so, view on.
the driver and our professor. was bored with listening to my cd player.
OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!! the attack of BIG TOILET PAPERS!!! RUN!
GOD, what're they doing with the toilet PAPERS?!? ...is that the toilet?
"hey... do you want to use the toilet papers? you seem to need it." HEEHEE my close bud in the trip posing for me. :P
is that the button to flush the toilet...?
wow, SOYA BLACK MILK!
BOO. me and my friend.
the driver and our professor. was bored with listening to my cd player.
OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!! the attack of BIG TOILET PAPERS!!! RUN!
GOD, what're they doing with the toilet PAPERS?!? ...is that the toilet?
"hey... do you want to use the toilet papers? you seem to need it." HEEHEE my close bud in the trip posing for me. :P
is that the button to flush the toilet...?
wow, SOYA BLACK MILK!
BOO. me and my friend.
tunog kalye concert
and now when we attended the concert 'tunog kalye', where two local awesome bands played - The Mongols and Rivermaya. they're really cool. I got my camera at that time, so here's some photos to show how much FUN it was!
Yan Yuson. so HOT. *DROOLS*
psychedelic lights, yo!
ROCKIN' ASS! from jumping too much, the photo's tilted.
nice lighting on this one. rivermaya here now.
yeaaaah awesome voice of Rico Blanco.
yeyeyeyeye!
and then after that, we went to a bar, but no photos for that now, so. blah. awesome night it was.
Yan Yuson. so HOT. *DROOLS*
psychedelic lights, yo!
ROCKIN' ASS! from jumping too much, the photo's tilted.
nice lighting on this one. rivermaya here now.
yeaaaah awesome voice of Rico Blanco.
yeyeyeyeye!
and then after that, we went to a bar, but no photos for that now, so. blah. awesome night it was.
devcom 20 field trip
development journalism (subject) trip to Phil. Daily Inquirer (newspaper). I was in a van where my instructor rode in, so we were really lucky. we had free snacks, and free entertainment too. heehee so, view on.
the driver and our professor. was bored with listening to my cd player.
OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!! the attack of BIG TOILET PAPERS!!! RUN!
GOD, what're they doing with the toilet PAPERS?!? ...is that the toilet?
"hey... do you want to use the toilet papers? you seem to need it." HEEHEE my close bud in the trip posing for me. :P
is that the button to flush the toilet...?
wow, SOYA BLACK MILK!
BOO. me and my friend.
the driver and our professor. was bored with listening to my cd player.
OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!! the attack of BIG TOILET PAPERS!!! RUN!
GOD, what're they doing with the toilet PAPERS?!? ...is that the toilet?
"hey... do you want to use the toilet papers? you seem to need it." HEEHEE my close bud in the trip posing for me. :P
is that the button to flush the toilet...?
wow, SOYA BLACK MILK!
BOO. me and my friend.
flashbaaack
so I decided to do a photonovel sort of journal. bleh. we'll start from the time when I got my digital camera (and used someone else's camera).
this time I'll be starting from may 20, 2004 when a good friend of mine visited me.
mister wonka with the kangaroo. clearly depicts where he came from. heehee
whining... "it's sooo out of tune!"
portrait shot, wonka, portrait shoooot
MEEHEEEE MEEEHEEE EAT YER HEAD OFF!
and me says it's hard to eat this way.
who knew that we're gonna be crying next since after that, we were victims of thievery?
WHEEEEEEEE!!! COFFEEEEEEEEEHHHHH!
poouuuuty wonka
err... fashion photography? HEEHEE
everyone needs their cellphone, of course
^______^ some minutes before he went awaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
...and all the drama after that. heehee
this time I'll be starting from may 20, 2004 when a good friend of mine visited me.
mister wonka with the kangaroo. clearly depicts where he came from. heehee
whining... "it's sooo out of tune!"
portrait shot, wonka, portrait shoooot
MEEHEEEE MEEEHEEE EAT YER HEAD OFF!
and me says it's hard to eat this way.
who knew that we're gonna be crying next since after that, we were victims of thievery?
WHEEEEEEEE!!! COFFEEEEEEEEEHHHHH!
poouuuuty wonka
err... fashion photography? HEEHEE
everyone needs their cellphone, of course
^______^ some minutes before he went awaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
...and all the drama after that. heehee
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
one bottle, two bottles... NO MORE?!?
last night the awesome discovery was obtained from my semi-coherent head.
I don't get drunk, easily. For five hours which seemed like minutes, or whatever hours that were, I stayed sober, and even after I drank some cups of wine (after drinking some bottles of beer). Blasted fantastic, yeah?
But definitely there's something wrong with my head after doing so since I SANG with the mic and all.
Conclusion: drinking doesn't make me a drunk, but drinking screws with something in my head. dunno. shut up. eh?
O_o
I don't get drunk, easily. For five hours which seemed like minutes, or whatever hours that were, I stayed sober, and even after I drank some cups of wine (after drinking some bottles of beer). Blasted fantastic, yeah?
But definitely there's something wrong with my head after doing so since I SANG with the mic and all.
Conclusion: drinking doesn't make me a drunk, but drinking screws with something in my head. dunno. shut up. eh?
O_o
Saturday, October 16, 2004
hear ye, hear ye... here's miss psycho
I'm miss psycho, who dwells in the nothingness and the fickle blackness of life. The nothingness that seemed like a speck of dust in the ground that everyone just take for granted. I'm stomped on, ignored, as I know nothing about life.
stupidity of life, yes I know.
I've just read an excerpt from Nibokov's work, and I found it very intriguing and inspiring. the reason why I am writing here right now. But that's another senseless topic to be tackled, so I'm going to dive in miss psycho's topic for the day:
Love.
Let me start this topic by stressing that there's no perfect person living in love, and nothing but love for that matter. Even that seemingly fictional figure strutting above us is NOT perfect enough to not HATE. No one. It has been said that we only see the light in the dark; and the same applies to love. We cannot realize love if we don't know hate. Everyone has hated in some part of their life, everyone had wanted to kill in extreme fury, anger that was included in hate, of course.
But why is that that I never understand love, even if my exposure to hate had been intense? What have my hate contributed to my perception of love? Nothing perhaps, or has it just piled more remorse... blah.
In short, I never understood. I, however have some ideas on some of the things that revolve around love.
Relationships. I find having this particularly stupid. Why must you commit yourself to someone? For comfort, what? I am cynical, yes. But you must understand that I have never been in a serious relationship. And having so much opinion given to me made my mind hazed. I define a relationship as something built only from sexual desires, as libido is the first thing that controls ourselves. Doesn't it? Or probably I am just succumbed in hate that these definitions arouse from my mind.
There are some times as well that I don't comprehend emotions connected to love. I find it rather hard to react or give out any emotions when someone shows me something of the sort.
Perhaps I'm numb...?
It's very hard to judge if I'm indeed numb. I'm rather emphatical to other people showing emotions but not to me; rather people showing emotions to other people. Yet when it comes to me, I feel nothing, and oftentimes I misinterpret many of them.
Oh well.
Why must I confuse myself with something I don't like? I must stop this nonsense and just sulk in the dark recesses of my mind. There's more to do and think than do this contemplation.
Miss Psycho, still a psycho... signing out.
stupidity of life, yes I know.
I've just read an excerpt from Nibokov's work, and I found it very intriguing and inspiring. the reason why I am writing here right now. But that's another senseless topic to be tackled, so I'm going to dive in miss psycho's topic for the day:
Love.
Let me start this topic by stressing that there's no perfect person living in love, and nothing but love for that matter. Even that seemingly fictional figure strutting above us is NOT perfect enough to not HATE. No one. It has been said that we only see the light in the dark; and the same applies to love. We cannot realize love if we don't know hate. Everyone has hated in some part of their life, everyone had wanted to kill in extreme fury, anger that was included in hate, of course.
But why is that that I never understand love, even if my exposure to hate had been intense? What have my hate contributed to my perception of love? Nothing perhaps, or has it just piled more remorse... blah.
In short, I never understood. I, however have some ideas on some of the things that revolve around love.
Relationships. I find having this particularly stupid. Why must you commit yourself to someone? For comfort, what? I am cynical, yes. But you must understand that I have never been in a serious relationship. And having so much opinion given to me made my mind hazed. I define a relationship as something built only from sexual desires, as libido is the first thing that controls ourselves. Doesn't it? Or probably I am just succumbed in hate that these definitions arouse from my mind.
There are some times as well that I don't comprehend emotions connected to love. I find it rather hard to react or give out any emotions when someone shows me something of the sort.
Perhaps I'm numb...?
It's very hard to judge if I'm indeed numb. I'm rather emphatical to other people showing emotions but not to me; rather people showing emotions to other people. Yet when it comes to me, I feel nothing, and oftentimes I misinterpret many of them.
Oh well.
Why must I confuse myself with something I don't like? I must stop this nonsense and just sulk in the dark recesses of my mind. There's more to do and think than do this contemplation.
Miss Psycho, still a psycho... signing out.
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
letter for....
life, I know you're out there. and if you dropped by this page, all the better. this is a letter for you, you damned (#$)@%*)$^$&^)))!*$&$ ass. I'm a good complainant and I wonder if you have any more wits to give to me, as a person, and you as a ... you know what I'm going to call you, right? Okay... like a government you're running, I have some points to complain about and suggest to you the proper shit ways to give us.
1.) mood: you know very well that this is the most destructive part of a human's life. One day a person's happy, the next time that certain person's bites on your skin HARD from anger. wow. life, conform to the most humanist treatment of this...
2.) weather: what the hell's gotten into you? It's nearing december, and the fucking weather is just TOASTING us. hey, have some logic, please. I can give you some koko crunch in exchange.
3.) stress: would you give us anti-eyebags, a device to stop time just to make us get proper resting time? thank you.
4.) annoying people: why, life, did you give us, humans, the capabilities to be annoying. you know, it's just all right to annoy, but not to be annoyed. it might result to many scary things such as slamming a sledgehammer to that person's head or just bite his cheek off. be practical, okay?
5.) religion: and why the heck have you constructed religion to make us bow down to the funny people and pretend that they're God? who the heck wanted to not eat beef in order to conform to the rules of their religion? oh stupidity.
6.) stupidity: thank you for this, though, I had so much fun.
okay, life... I hope you read this. and if not.
fuck the world then. haha.
1.) mood: you know very well that this is the most destructive part of a human's life. One day a person's happy, the next time that certain person's bites on your skin HARD from anger. wow. life, conform to the most humanist treatment of this...
2.) weather: what the hell's gotten into you? It's nearing december, and the fucking weather is just TOASTING us. hey, have some logic, please. I can give you some koko crunch in exchange.
3.) stress: would you give us anti-eyebags, a device to stop time just to make us get proper resting time? thank you.
4.) annoying people: why, life, did you give us, humans, the capabilities to be annoying. you know, it's just all right to annoy, but not to be annoyed. it might result to many scary things such as slamming a sledgehammer to that person's head or just bite his cheek off. be practical, okay?
5.) religion: and why the heck have you constructed religion to make us bow down to the funny people and pretend that they're God? who the heck wanted to not eat beef in order to conform to the rules of their religion? oh stupidity.
6.) stupidity: thank you for this, though, I had so much fun.
okay, life... I hope you read this. and if not.
fuck the world then. haha.
Saturday, September 25, 2004
toasted like a pig
hey. I'm new. So what? Anyway.
Have you ever felt like you're being toasted to the bones that you imagine yourself in an oven? If you want to experience it, you're very welcome to go here in the Philippines and have the experience of your life. Once the rays of sun hit your skin, it feels... BAD. I've been swimming twice a week, and this Friday, the sun was just out there, mocking us in our swimsuits and casting death threats on our dreams of having fair skin. And today me and my brother have to use the motorcycle to go to college campus, and I wore my sleeveless just for the sake of "proper tanning". Heck. If I wore something with sleeves, damn, I'll be like the human T-shirt. HEHEHEHE
anyhoo. bis bald. laters.
Have you ever felt like you're being toasted to the bones that you imagine yourself in an oven? If you want to experience it, you're very welcome to go here in the Philippines and have the experience of your life. Once the rays of sun hit your skin, it feels... BAD. I've been swimming twice a week, and this Friday, the sun was just out there, mocking us in our swimsuits and casting death threats on our dreams of having fair skin. And today me and my brother have to use the motorcycle to go to college campus, and I wore my sleeveless just for the sake of "proper tanning". Heck. If I wore something with sleeves, damn, I'll be like the human T-shirt. HEHEHEHE
anyhoo. bis bald. laters.
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