Emotional Rollercoaster

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11/15/2007

Mr. Worm gets his head shaved off all the hair on it.
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And a lot more things have changed.
Mr. Worm has been bad to the sun which he adored all his life. He got sidetracked, and followed a wrong path. So the sun gets hurt real bad because Mr. Worm fucked up. Real bad.

Anyway, Mr. Worm has now all the love in his tiny,puny heart for the sun. You can say Mr. Worm becomes emo nowadays once in a while. Maybe Mr. Worm becomes emotional, feels the intense guilt setting in himself and finds that this might be staying for long.

Maybe Mr. Worm thinks that this will be hard. But the real challenge lies in making the sun sure that whenever she looks his way she will see the Mr. Worm that adored her and her alone. The sun gave Mr. Worm another chance and he is sure he is never to fuck up again.
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9/16/2007

well, not really..

the whole fiasco between us students and this not-so-regular teacher who made our lives hell is still on going, with her frenzy still on loose and there's no way to stop her.

i wish she would just drop dead.

7/26/2007

Its fucking four o'clock and I didn't want to sleep because i'll be going home soon. I'm at Angelo's house and out of utang na loob, financial debt, and respect of our friendship, I came here to help him in his paper about jealousy among males in a romantic relationship (or something that means exactly what it is). He's drooling and snorting so I don't want to disturb him (although if I did have a videocam I would shoot him while he's sleeping. it's really funny.. haha)
Anyway, the point is, he dug deep into my past. He asked about my previous relationship, and I had to retell the story for the sake of record and we had to make the interview run up to an hour (which, even to our efforts to stall every question and answer we only ended up in 45 minutes).
He asked what kind of instances made me angry, infuriated, or simply, jealous. And insecurities too. But that's all in the past, and in the back of my head, I'm thinking that he's trying to fan the old flame.
But the embers have died already, and have been replaced by a much stronger fire blazing and does not seem to stop. Although we sometimes quarrel over big and small things, I admitted to Angelo that we have to reassure each other of our love for each other, and it makes it all better for me and Hunny.
He asked what kind of girlfriend Hunny is, and, this might be too late to put on record for Angelo's research (I told him a similar thing), but Hunny's just what fills the void in me.
Hunny completes me. <3
Happy 1.1 Hunny!

6/22/2007

Right now I am listening to Jamiroquai.
And I am alone.
My colleagues in the publication left just now to go on their separate ways, and I am here in the office typing this. I've been down all this morning, and the days before, and I'm feeling that these days my way doesn't really go that way.
I'm not getting what I want.
But probably I'm getting what is right for me.
I was pretty unlucky with the way things had happened these past few days. I don't give a shit however, I don't care much. I only care if Hunny's still happy with me.

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And to support that..

I worked on this during our Computer Journalism class (sorry mam brenda if you are ever gonna read this..), while our professor was discussing concepts in Pagemaker which I already know. The fontface Garamond is slowly becoming my favorite.
This is titled, Happiness in Sepia.

6/13/2007

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This is inspired by the poster of the movie "The Last King of Scotland". I've not done something like this for a long time. Notice that my nose looks big in this picture. hehe

5/31/2007

You have me, forever.. - Blink 182, "Violence"

Can't think of anything sensible to post here, except that I feel good that Just Play's done already. It's kind of different from the first two volumes, it showcases sports topics and athletes in a not-so-sporty way but how they are depicted in the article.
Renan posted the .jpg pics of the spreads, but it can only be viewed by some people. So wait for its release. We've shed blood, tears, and lots of money for the production of this magazine.
Like what I always say during the layout process, it's not what I had in mind, this is better.

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I miss hunny. We've not had time for each other in days and that makes me feel.. different.

5/23/2007

No, not Ajinomoto.
I'm dying to play drums again. I'm creating imaginary drum sounds in my head, while my hands and feet itches to give birth to new sounds through my drum sticks and even the rustiest of bass pedals. Heck, I'd play them with my feet.
I'd play them non-stop, like I did during our last Zambales trip. We spent one day trying to record a track that ended up as a joke, mixing different layers altogether creating a digital music trash. And it's good. Last time we did try to record our mic inputs were either too weak to pick-up or too slow.
Now, air-drums fill my head and boring days in my dorm. I didn't want to go home yet even though I only had 200 pesos to last until Saturday (and yesterday's Tuesday). That's another issue, though.
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I spent a hell lot of money for that friggin' newspaper printing, even spent my allowance for this week. Now I'm struggling to score some money, or much better, free food.
That project also took its toll on me, not only on my wallet. During the layout process of the paper I wasn't able to sleep for three straight days, succumbing on the influence of big coffee mugs and the monitor's radioactive glare.
Then a lot of shit happened. We're supposed to be partying hard already after we're supposed to pass the first copy of the paper, when the .pdf file I provided our Managing Editor had pictures not appearing when the file was viewed. So I had to do it again, burn it on a DVD-R since the whole package file was about 2.2 gigs.
We went again to the printing house the next available day, when we were informed that they didn't have a DVD-ROM. So I went home again and fixed it, burned the whole package on two cds. Then the next day I found out that my copy of InDesign CS2 and the file I created from it was not compatible to the printing house's InDesign.
That's a whole fucked up series of events. So I went home again, fixed every damn page to .jpg and burned the copies to five cds, and went back to the printing house in Dasmariñas soon after.
I spent a fortune on transportation fare alone, which left me with 200 pesos (and I spent some of it as of the moment) to boot until the end of the week. I hope our groupmates pay the 150 php we're requiring them to pay for compensation and the money we doled out.
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I sure hope the time when a lot of mind-boggling Multiply blog posts will come back. Everyone's just posting about senseless stuff and their pictures. Not complaining though, just wishing that there will be more topics that the whole community could talk about.
Like the happening of a nuclear war one of these years. Maybe we get to experience living in a nuclear fallout protection vault while we're alive. This, is not a good thing though.