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                The burlesque night sky sprinkled with white teardrops from the heavens look down upon the stone riddled garden where two lone spirits sit on an elevated piece of rock gazing into each other’s eyes, basking in the beauty of each others presence.

                Overhead, purple swabs of fluff buffer the harsh moonlight giving everything an ethereal glow that made the whole scene beautiful. And so these two kindred spirits drowned in each other’s presence, simply enjoying the company of the other.

                No words need to be spoken. No actions need to be done.

                All that was needed was to exist.

                And to exist while the other existed was pure bliss.

TAE.

The magic number two knocks on my door yet again. If you weren't satisfied with what happened after the ordeal in pangasinan*.. If food poisoning was not enough for you, then bym's life is what you need right now in your life! wohoo!

One friday evening, after consuming a number of junk foods and eating a lot of other stuff before it, Bym's bowels strike again! They yet again, send him into that spiralling world of stomach disease. What is it this time? The stomach flu? Or maybe food poisoning the second time around? We have yet to find out! Best guesses is that Bym has contracted hyperacidity! But scientists have yet to test that hypotheses.

Owell Towel that's life for me folks!
Nagkafever dahil sa tiyan. Yesiree!
No to subic because of this. Pero okay lang yan! There's still much more to sembreak than the magic number two.

If you know what i mean. Hehehehe. Subic? wink wink. NYAHAHAHAHA

*if you did not know what happened at pangasinan. I contracted food poisoning from eating jolibee on the way back. It took me out for one whole week of summer.

There are times when you feel shitty and there are times when you feel like everything’s going your way. These are the two opposite sides of the equation of life. But what’s the grey area in between? Is it when things are normal? But when are things really normal? Is it when things are going your way? Or when things are going the opposite direction towards the negative? One can’t really say that normal is when things are neither good nor bad. Daily routine is definitely not the grey matter. Some consider it good and others bad. I guess what I’m trying to prove right now is that, the grey area between the good and the bad might not even exist. True, there are levels or degrees of good and bad, but either way, they are either good or bad by themselves. Cellphone lost is the same as money lost although they might differ in degree as to which is more important to the one who lost the item. So what I do I have to say, being one who has lost both?

 

Fuck. Why am I so damn unlucky?
Hahahaha.

There are times when you feel shitty and there are times when you feel like everything’s going your way. These are the two opposite sides of the equation of life. But what’s the grey area in between? Is it when things are normal? But when are things really normal? Is it when things are going your way? Or when things are going the opposite direction towards the negative? One can’t really say that normal is when things are neither good nor bad. Daily routine is definitely not the grey matter. Some consider it good and others bad. I guess what I’m trying to prove right now is that, the grey area between the good and the bad might not even exist. True, there are levels or degrees of good and bad, but either way, they are either good or bad by themselves. Cellphone lost is the same as money lost although they might differ in degree as to which is more important to the one who lost the item. So what I do I have to say, being one who has lost both?

 

Fuck. Why am I so damn unlucky?
Hahahaha.

Are any of you familiar with Filipino epics?

They are actually quite entertaining in their own silly way. These epics were made by our pre-colonial ancestors as a way of.. I don't really know. BASTA. Within these epics are their ideals- what they hold to be the highest form of good.

ANYWAY. They're actually really funny. I do not mean to ridicule our ancestors. By funny, I simply mean entertaining.

Lam Ang, once pulled out of his mother's womb, (apparently he could speak then), he told his mommah that his name should be Lam Ang. Wow.

Then there's this guy, once born, immediately looked for his marriage clothes or apparel (something like that). Wore it. Saw a pretty girl. Married her. Got tired of the girl, wears the clothes AGAIN. Sees a new girl. Marries her. And so the cycle continues. AMAZUNG.

This leads us to one of my favorites. Tuwaang attends a wedding. Summarized, the story would go something like this. Tuwaang receives a message from the wind that he should go to this wedding. He does. At the wedding were many heroes, included the groom-to-be. They have a big brawl. Tuwaang kills everyone and marries the bride. NICE.

Of course, these epics are not just shallow stories all about blood, violence, and sex. These stories have underlying meanings. Like territorial expansion, the competition for power and the like. But sometimes, it's just fun reading the epics in their shallow form.

NAKAKATAWA EH.
NICE! =P

   One day, as I was surfing the net, looking here and there i happened to come upon a blog that caught my attention. The title was, "boys can be immature and stupid" or something like that. It sparked something within me that I just had to write this counter-blog. Girls can be immature and stupid at times too... yeah..

So there.

This following story was written by yours truly showcasing stupidity and morbidity during intoxication.
It might be a beautiful work of art, maybe not. All i know is, it amused me how my brain works under the influence of the juice.
it's kinda explicit, but it does make a point; a twisted, contorted, strange point. See for yourselves.. ;p

Excerpt from a Madman Writer

 

Rio sits beside me, typing his friggin english paper. There are drinks on the table; half-finished bottles of beer and rum, coke that’s practically useless for its lack of alcohol content. Ia’s lying down on the coach, eyes closed, under the pretense of sleep. Go is also doing a friggin paper. I sit here typing this stupid story about sex, drugs and dogs.

            Honestly, we’re all college students. Really we are. For some miracle, all of us made it into the Ateneo, supposedly one of the most exculsive schools in the Philippines. One with the smallest population and that kind of shit. The booze is good and the chicks are hot. I know, I know. It’s a goddamn school right? We’re supposed to friggin study, but studying’s for losers. Yet here we are, trying our best to keep up with our academics under the influence of alcohol. Great. Are we Nick Joacquin or something? That friggin writer who creates magnificent works of art by drinking himself senseless. I say it’s stupid. Sure he’s famous and well-loved, but he’s also dead. All he worked for, getting himself pissed-drunk all those times for naught, but a friggin title.

            It really makes no sense, life that is. We have to do so friggin much. In life, we have to sacrifice. But for what? Nick Joacquin drank so fucking much, sacrificing his liver and brain and sure he’s famous. At least in the Philippines right? But what the fuck will that do for him now? He’s a dead man, lying buried, six feet under the ground, in some non-descript cemetery with an honorary title on his grave. It would’ve been great, you know. If he was alive that is. So what’s going to happen to us? We four here in Ia’s house, highly intoxicated, doing schoolwork. What’ll that do for us in the long run? We’re all going to be dead anyway. Sure there are people who go down in history like Einstein or some prima donna like Marilyn Monroe. But they were remembered cause they were great. They were incredibly talented or miraculously gifted. What are we? Nothing, but mediocre students in the most exclusive school in the Philippines. Wonderful.

            But then again, I think I’ve reached an epiphany you know. The alcohol must’ve reached my brain or something. We are all great. HAHAHA. We are God’s creation and yeah, we all have Godforce within us that all we need to do is tap. With this in mind, Fuck. I’m gonna get myself pissed like Nick Joacquin. I’ll be a fucking writer.

Gosh. What tenacity i have when drunk..
Peace to Nick Joacquin. I love his work.
Peace to God. I love him.
Sorry if there are hints of sarcasm, none were intended.
Thanks to Ia for supplying the creative atmosphere and the booze.. ;p

grabeh mehn!! its like 2-OH-7 bebebeh.. wohoooo!!!
what now?? what's the big deal right? hahahaha..
well it means that we're gettin older! and with age comes wisdom.. therefore. ERGO. we are supposed to get wiser.. hahahaha.. GUHREAT! PERFECT!

im looking forward to an older wiser yet still young as hell.. year.

amats? :O or not! HAHAHAHA.

Hello world.
I think i'm alive again. Yehey!!
To all my long lost friends, I think im back bebeh!!
HAHAHAHA! grabeh.. POC- that opera company ate up most of my social life. I swear..
I couldn't hangowt with my friends, couldnt go owt, couldnt get wasted (or so I thought.. HAHAHA)

Anyhoo, life in pro theater was definitely as tiring as hell and as stressful as could be.
Making the calltime was one of the more difficult aspects of pro theater. I mean, if you were late. DEMN bebeh.
Your dead.. hahahaha.. and we were late a number of times.. and each time a little bit of us died.. from FEAR.
HAHAHAHAHA..

Anyway. Guys.. I miss all of you.. ahhaha
I couldnt go to get-togethers and partehs.. farewell and wala lang partehs..
You guys aren't worth the measley price of a few thousand pesos.. but actually.. it was great to finally get paid.. HAHAHAHA.. seriously it was whut kept us goin. the fact that if i back owt, i'd have to pay THEM.. whut the funk right? ;p

Anyhoo agen.. Im back and you guys better be like all welcoming and crud saying we miss you bym and we love you and wanna give you exquisite christmas presents.. DAPAT LANG. ;p

Hello social life!
it's great to be back! ;p

Whut's up livejournal??!! WOHOOO!!
Hahahaha.. long time no see! ;p
How have you been?? wanna know how i've been?? well ima bout to tell you then..
Listen well.. and listen good. ;p

What happens in a man's life? What is his purpose? How does he go about looking for it? Once his purpose is achieved, would that mean he is eligible for death? These questions circulate my head as i profusely spill out my thoughts on a blank slate of hi-tech "paper". Technology brings with it so much benefits. As i slap away on my computer keyboard, i say to myself: "Everyone's going to see this- and this is the power of technology". People from practically miles away, on a different continent, can actually access this online diary and read about my perpetual search for truth. I am awed by the sheer magnitude of the circumference of the circle which is the people who can read this entry right now at this specific moment in time.

Other pondering notions irk my brain today. Such notions as what the hell am i doing, and writing an intellectual entry is not fun are the most dominant of those in my head. Therefore, in light of that previous realization (I actually think I'm having an epiphany right now)I will no longer write an intellectual entry. I believe I never started to in the first place. I am just writing down senseless drivel in the guise of a scholarly essay. If you were smart enough to notice, I actually had no point whatsoever. And this is the power of technology.

Amazing.

Arayt now..
Hello livejournal..

Status update is... AMATS GALORE..
reunion parteh at suman's house in alabang..
ohmylordie.. i told myself i wuznt going to drink but i guess i screwed that.. HAHAHA
i drank.. and oh, not only did i drink.. i DRANK.. wooyes.. i feel the tama.. REAL BAD.. and i told myself i wuznt gonna drink but i did..

im dead.





On the lighter side of life.. I saw the yearbook.. badtrip lang though wala si jay so we gotta have it reprinted.. but i kinda miss high school, but college rocks socks.. therefore it means that college is really fun.. yes.. college is fun.

I feel the tama.. i ate two bananas to no avail........
the ginger tea is realy hot..
Im hot.

*bow*

drumroll please...
*drumroll plays in background*

Booyeh..
In this specific entry i will mention something that is not quite so.. happeh..
Something bothers me.. that something which i am not allowed to speak of here becuz then..
everyone wud know ryt?

So I guess that would mean this something..
it's a SECRET.. *gasp!* ohmylordeh!

Yes. This is a secret that troubles me so. It's been bothering me only recently. Actually only as of yesterday if my addled senses still prove themselves to be functional. Yesterday I was bothered by this secret. It's so frigging annoying, but still kinda okay lang. It's a strange secret. It's like so ME. HAHAHA. (not cuz im strange or anything so u pee-pole dont make any assumptions ha or else i shall place a curse on thou who doest so) Great. Im making sense.. Hahaha..

But still, it really kinda sucks when it's got to be like this. On somedays it's "just a bit" and on others it's "kinda alot". Therefore the quantity doesn't really matter cuz in the end there will only be one outcome for the circumstances don't allow another one. Unless of course the circumstances would change, but I wouldn't want that y'know. Cuz that's just plain EVUHL.

Anyhoo. In short, I just wanted to say it sucks..

Moving on..
I went with the psych pee-pole to tagaytay the other day. YES. Me, Bym Buhain goes out yet again. My parents are quite adamant yet still they yielded. (They're actually kinda great. I love my parents.)The thing with the tagaytay trip was.. it wuz helluva lot of fun.. hahaha.. Therefore, my waking up early and not sleeping was TOTALLY worth it. Laftrip the whole time. BS Psych is definitely a very funkeh course. Kaya blockmates.. next time there's an outing thingy.. You guys GO. Hahaha.. And don't leave me alone thinking that i'm the only block Y who's going to be there. That I'll be somewhat OP.. (which dint happen i think? i cant remember.. :O) joke lang.. i wasn't.. ;p it's super fun.. PRAMIS.. ;p

Bets.. UUUUYYYYYYYY..
HAHAHAHA.. ;p
funkeh.. ;p
the covenant really sucks ba? but how come their trailer looks so good?
*"the face"* :O RAWR

Today was a great day..
Hahaha.. actualleh everyday is great..

Today i like called up you-pee.. and found out that the enrollment for such a thing that i wuz suhposd to enroll in is still on november 22.. i have lots of time pa pala.. although i wanted to start earlier.. OH WELL.. and i bet i'll get uber better cuz of that thing that i will enroll in..

Also.. today i joined another showcasey thingy.. :O
its like my second one..
and for sure this time im gonna do way better
cuz last time wuz kinda suckish.. but now that yknow.. im like a changed doodie..
i'll ROCK THEIR WORLDS.. booyeh..

Also.. planning on auditioning for hsm..
booyeh.. sana matanggap.. para fun
since its a big thang.. ;p

ARAYT NOW..

"There is no future.. There is no past.."

WALA LANG...
Booyeh.. sembreak has been uber filled with fun and life-changing activities..
Aside from the much needed, much asked for, much talked about reunions with high school buddies..
There's this funky thing called PSI (people synergistically involved)which has pushed me to become a better person!~
Nhuks.. wowee.. ;p

nyhoo.. like lutseh. parang oonga..
ive been seein you pee-pole for like many times over the week na..
but parang i still mishu guys.. laboh..
hahaha.. VERY FUNKEH.. ;p

btw.. those doods in those gypsy costumes were HOT..
they mega turned me on.. grabeh..
HAHAHAHAHA..

andrew, yer hot.. ;p
bets panget.. ;p

Lalalalala~

Whut have i been doing with my life??
LIVING IT..

booyeh.. college is the best..
u make mistakes.. u make breakthrough's everything moves so fast.. everything moves so slow..
its SO different from high school where the population is like just 72 of u guys.. in college..
the numbers are quite numerous..

sembreak is great
its like a well-deserved break
parang wala lang..
yes.. pahinga..
then after that..
its back to work..
to the hellhole which i love so much
yehey..

arayt now..
cyuh layb-dsyurnal

Arayt now...
Today was an interesting day..
My bestfriend like talked to me and stuff.. we talked serious stuff..
I guess it was quite.. enlightening.. I never had an idea.. ohmy..
But then im glad she told me.. for some reason like.. it wuz nice to know..
It was kewl.. parang now we really are friends.. as in.. i know things that other people do not..
or so i hope.. it makes me feel special.. nyaahahaha

Nyhoo.. the next part of the day was nice rin..
WALA LANG.. To bets: remember the time u asked me if it wuz about.. well i lied when i sed it wuznt.. it WAS
Im surreh.. hahhaha.. nahiya ako eh.. but like now.. wala eh.. i guess im just.. hooked.. ;p

im still reeling from our last adventure..
it wuz kinda extreme and shit..
but it wuz cool.. and it wuz fun..
maybe in three months i'll go visit again..
hahahaha.. ahlavyeh guys.. ;p

TO juneh babeh..
How come u called bets but u didnt call me??!!
THAT"S NOT FAIR
hahahaha.. joek lang mehn..
its kewl.. how are things down south.. if u know whut i mean.. HEH
ohyehs..

i miss my highschool buddies..
i love my college buddies.. at least sum of em.. ;p
i miss...

Potah..

Trespassing.. AHLAVET! ;p
(it wuz fun.. ;p i kinda wana do it agen ppol.. HAHAHA.. joek lang.. but seriously.. ;p)

It's weird... How come i feel so friggin EMO when i dont really got anything to feel EMO about??
I mean like, i can't believe i get so hooked easily or whatever.. I mean, i've practically got no time, but still i find myself always trying to get near that which i deem as solace?
Anglaboh..

I guess i really can't live alone?
Ehermememe~

IAC plus blue rep is killing me..
I wish i had more time..
plus my grades are like.. bleh..
they're passing but just barely..
What's happened to me?
oh right... im LAZY

but for a guy with almost no time,
can i still be considered lazy?
Hmmm~

Thots thots.. yes yes..
I miss -

but why do i miss - ?
am i a victim of the hook, line and sinker??

arayt now..
RECAP of whut has happened to me.. ;p