/ 12:49:00 AM

I was listening to 89.9's Night Live last Saturday and I had one of those "moments." Twas lightly drizzling outside. And I could almost pretend that the air was clean. I had the house all to myself as the radio blasted several decibels higher than what my mom was comfortable with. There I was, nestled in the soothing voices of raspy rocker-types sans the amps. Twas just me, their voices and those kick-ass guitar riffs. Wonderful. Hmm.. to be high on Fuel, Shawn Mullins, DMB, Sarah McLachlan, etc etc... Ahh, the good life.



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And then came Sunday.



sick sucky cycle. I was in full rant mode. Just when I felt entirely entitled to bitch about my "ish," somebody had to lay down this guilt trip on me. I hate it. Coz it worked. And I don't know which I'm more upset about: that somebody rained on my parade or that my supposed "ish" now seemed infinitely inconsequential or that I don't feel so entitled to bitch anymore. Being a goody-two-shoes sucks. Big time.



gender bend-her. And so I turned on the tv, hoping that I'd find some sort of escape to dull my anger. A whole lotta good that did me. What was up with SOP's episode?! The Front Act thing has been going on for some time now so even if it's reminiscent of the rage that was That's Entertainment and an obvious scheme for the telecommunications giants to earn money, I don't have the energy to even go there. What I was talking about was the obvious lack of a concert on a show that claims to be the "real concert tv." First there was the unimpressive gender bender production number. It appears that they channeled the long outdated outfits of drag queens around the world. [No offense intended to the drag queens of the planet of course. [Hindi lang talaga kinaya ng hosts i-carry yung outfits.] It's just that the key to making impersonation shticks work is making sure that it's hell good, and we're talking 150-200% performance level. This is one of those things that when done half-baked ends up just as bad as last week's unrefrigerated leftover. Haaay, talk about bad taste. I think they were trying to have a go at being funny. Too bad it came out looking cheap.



And the lousiness did not end there.



I'm talking about these: Poorly delivered spiels. Missed cues. Nora Aunor. The birthday (non)tribute to Janno. The long and horrific EQ diaper segment. Oh, and don't forget the most shoddy one of all: the heck is Gabby Eigenmann still doing there?!



Nobody forces me to watch the show. I know. But I just can't sit here and not enjoy his damned singing and not say something about it. No, that would be wrong. Hehe. Well, I could always mute the tv (which I usually do when it's his turn btw) but then it's much more fun indulging in this rantfest, isn't it? I actually prefer the roster of SOP regulars over ASAP, but more episodes like this one and ASAP will definitely look good.



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bring on the sap. I've heard this song a lotta times before but I've never really paid much attention to the lyrics:



What Kind of Fool Am I



What kind of fool am I

Who never falls in love

It seems that I'm the only one

That I have been thinking of



What kind of mind is this

An empty shell,

A lonely cell,

In which, an empty heart must dwell



What kind of clown am I?

What do I know of life?

Why can't I cast away this mask of clay

And live my life



Why can't I fall in love

Like any other girl

And maybe then I'll know

What kind of fool I am?



What kind of lips are these?

That lie with every kiss

That whisper empty words of love

That left me alone like this



Why can't I fall in love

Like any other girl

And maybe then I'll know

What kind of fool am I.



Heh. It's soo not me. Or perhaps it is. LoLx. But whaddaya know, looks like I got meself a new anthem. LoLx.



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The sound started out low. Guttural. Punctuated by hisses and scratching noises. And then there came a second voice. Pained. Howling. Yearning. The sounds increased in interval, picking up a fevered pitch. The two voices now screaming in a rhythm that was unmistakably primal, making me unable to discern which one was which.

Dehm. The cats are mating. Great. Just great. Can't they tone down their damned wailing?! It's nearly 2am in the morning and the freakin' noise (among other things) is bouncing off the rooftop. And on to the neighbor's open windows as well. Heh. But really, dyahe sa kapitbahay eh.



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Kuwentong hindi kyut


Aack! Nagkita na sa wakas sina Shan Cai at Dao Ming Si.

At siyempre'y walang ni gahiblang alaala ng kanilang nakaraan ang nanumbalik kay Ah Si.
Pakshet. Ang sakhet.

At matapos makaipon ng sapat na lakas na loob si Shan Cai upang tuluyang ipagtapat ang ugnayang namagitan sa kanilang dalawa, nagmadaling tumalilis ang ating bida upang tumakbo sa tabi ng kanyang bagong iniirog na walang iba kundi si Yesha.

Oo, iniwan niya sa bangketa si Shan Cai. Lubhang luhaan at nag-iisa.

Anak ng.. tokwah.

At ako nama'y lumipat sa kabilang istasyon upang panoorin ang bagong palabas na pinagbibidahan ni Jang Na Ra.


*Kunyari na lang ako si Marc Logan. ahahahaha!

PROFILE: I am blah from class here and is born on 00/00/00, time. and so love me like this. I was so cute, I am totally an element that you'd never ever known, you can;t find it in the periodic table cause no one has even found it- I explode in your face just like potassium when it touches water, it's really explosive, you should really run away first before I do spark into flames and burn you alive! I love blasting my music as well, when love sync (elissa) let me hear Cry-Rihanna, i have been like addicted to it like drugs- oh wait. it's worse than drugs, it's better, more addictive than drugs. listen to that song! and this is one of my last blogskin that i will produce until the EOYs of 2008, cause i flunked Biology, ARGHS! OMG I SURE DIE LIKE !@#$% and i am emo now like under ltos of peer pressure and bad seniors.



having been in hwa chong institution (just like make it long so you can preview a long post or wad that fits right down underneath which i think i shall crap all day today) my eyes have been wanting to close since 20:00 (8PM)), I was so tired, cause the syllabus in hwachong is really so hard that no one can sleep really well. The new CSE classes (aka. Centre for Scholaristic Excellence) and is also known for it's famous nickname Cannot Sleep Everyday or Early. Is like even the teachers know, so the homework is reduced, but it's like OMG! will die, this year already so hard, next year i say "die!" mati already lar. arghs!NEXT, A RIOT OF COLORS, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ME. AND I KNOW THAT I BRUISE EASILY. LEAP OF FATE LIKE i never know and i'm learning to fly and a safety net to cushion the blow. and i feel so suicidal and note "I BRUISE EASILY" and be gentle when you handle me.




hello once again, i have been having nightmares,no one is doing work for my project , whcih is true. supposed to do "family planning" is like whatever lar, when will we be able to use it not like very soon we are gonna have kids, settle down, earn money have NSman relief or whatsoever or even Children Relief, is like wtf. I am eating CIGAR ROLLS, they are vilina flavoured and jsut finished my bowl of ice cream which tasted so mixed, haha btu it was ncie to me (: I like mix of flavours liek suddenly a RIOT of colors and A EXPLOSION of taste! I mean like it's really impactful come to think about it, and cause my project has to be handed in by friday so i shall rush typign finish this retarded paragraph. like hello! ello! buhello! darkdegree will go on HIATUS soon. and i am so emo, i feel like slashing my wrist now, it's true adn don't look down on me for that i know people discriminate.

see you there at hiatus land.

/ 12:49:00 AM

I was listening to 89.9's Night Live last Saturday and I had one of those "moments." Twas lightly drizzling outside. And I could almost pretend that the air was clean. I had the house all to myself as the radio blasted several decibels higher than what my mom was comfortable with. There I was, nestled in the soothing voices of raspy rocker-types sans the amps. Twas just me, their voices and those kick-ass guitar riffs. Wonderful. Hmm.. to be high on Fuel, Shawn Mullins, DMB, Sarah McLachlan, etc etc... Ahh, the good life.



~^~^~^~^~



And then came Sunday.



sick sucky cycle. I was in full rant mode. Just when I felt entirely entitled to bitch about my "ish," somebody had to lay down this guilt trip on me. I hate it. Coz it worked. And I don't know which I'm more upset about: that somebody rained on my parade or that my supposed "ish" now seemed infinitely inconsequential or that I don't feel so entitled to bitch anymore. Being a goody-two-shoes sucks. Big time.



gender bend-her. And so I turned on the tv, hoping that I'd find some sort of escape to dull my anger. A whole lotta good that did me. What was up with SOP's episode?! The Front Act thing has been going on for some time now so even if it's reminiscent of the rage that was That's Entertainment and an obvious scheme for the telecommunications giants to earn money, I don't have the energy to even go there. What I was talking about was the obvious lack of a concert on a show that claims to be the "real concert tv." First there was the unimpressive gender bender production number. It appears that they channeled the long outdated outfits of drag queens around the world. [No offense intended to the drag queens of the planet of course. [Hindi lang talaga kinaya ng hosts i-carry yung outfits.] It's just that the key to making impersonation shticks work is making sure that it's hell good, and we're talking 150-200% performance level. This is one of those things that when done half-baked ends up just as bad as last week's unrefrigerated leftover. Haaay, talk about bad taste. I think they were trying to have a go at being funny. Too bad it came out looking cheap.



And the lousiness did not end there.



I'm talking about these: Poorly delivered spiels. Missed cues. Nora Aunor. The birthday (non)tribute to Janno. The long and horrific EQ diaper segment. Oh, and don't forget the most shoddy one of all: the heck is Gabby Eigenmann still doing there?!



Nobody forces me to watch the show. I know. But I just can't sit here and not enjoy his damned singing and not say something about it. No, that would be wrong. Hehe. Well, I could always mute the tv (which I usually do when it's his turn btw) but then it's much more fun indulging in this rantfest, isn't it? I actually prefer the roster of SOP regulars over ASAP, but more episodes like this one and ASAP will definitely look good.



~^~^~^~^~



bring on the sap. I've heard this song a lotta times before but I've never really paid much attention to the lyrics:



What Kind of Fool Am I



What kind of fool am I

Who never falls in love

It seems that I'm the only one

That I have been thinking of



What kind of mind is this

An empty shell,

A lonely cell,

In which, an empty heart must dwell



What kind of clown am I?

What do I know of life?

Why can't I cast away this mask of clay

And live my life



Why can't I fall in love

Like any other girl

And maybe then I'll know

What kind of fool I am?



What kind of lips are these?

That lie with every kiss

That whisper empty words of love

That left me alone like this



Why can't I fall in love

Like any other girl

And maybe then I'll know

What kind of fool am I.



Heh. It's soo not me. Or perhaps it is. LoLx. But whaddaya know, looks like I got meself a new anthem. LoLx.



~^~^~^~^~



The sound started out low. Guttural. Punctuated by hisses and scratching noises. And then there came a second voice. Pained. Howling. Yearning. The sounds increased in interval, picking up a fevered pitch. The two voices now screaming in a rhythm that was unmistakably primal, making me unable to discern which one was which.

Dehm. The cats are mating. Great. Just great. Can't they tone down their damned wailing?! It's nearly 2am in the morning and the freakin' noise (among other things) is bouncing off the rooftop. And on to the neighbor's open windows as well. Heh. But really, dyahe sa kapitbahay eh.



~^~^~^~^~



Kuwentong hindi kyut


Aack! Nagkita na sa wakas sina Shan Cai at Dao Ming Si.

At siyempre'y walang ni gahiblang alaala ng kanilang nakaraan ang nanumbalik kay Ah Si.
Pakshet. Ang sakhet.

At matapos makaipon ng sapat na lakas na loob si Shan Cai upang tuluyang ipagtapat ang ugnayang namagitan sa kanilang dalawa, nagmadaling tumalilis ang ating bida upang tumakbo sa tabi ng kanyang bagong iniirog na walang iba kundi si Yesha.

Oo, iniwan niya sa bangketa si Shan Cai. Lubhang luhaan at nag-iisa.

Anak ng.. tokwah.

At ako nama'y lumipat sa kabilang istasyon upang panoorin ang bagong palabas na pinagbibidahan ni Jang Na Ra.


*Kunyari na lang ako si Marc Logan. ahahahaha!