Just for the hell of it, let's say that I did get a pretty decent random number.. like one of those that everyone I know gets at some point in their academic career. Heard of those?
Just for the hell of it, let's say I did register early with student-less and no-need-for-overload class. For once in my life and just for the hell of it, let's say I got the classes I wanted...

Ahh yesss...


dream over..

FUCK THIS STUPID MOTHERFUCKING SYSTEM!!!!!!!
I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT THAT WE WOULD LEAVE THIS THING TO CHANCE!!!
HOW FUCKING ACADEMIC!!
ROLL THE DICE THEN...

Just for the hell of it though.
Let's go Celts...

"All together now" DVD release is Today

Wooh, the documentary for the Beatles' Cirque du Soleil show, Love, is out today! 

I still get goosebumps when I hear the soundtrack. Now you can get Love-struck too with this documentary. If anyone buys it, pahiram?

21 years

I knew what this sembreak was going to become before it even started. The last one of my life, right? I already thought about it.
While i was reviewing for Histo. When i was cramming for LS126. When I was saying that I didn't have enough time to handle all the stress.
I was already thinking about it.

I was thinking about sembreak and how I'm going to revisit a lot of old things. I wish my albums were vinyl, so as to make the whole experience genuine. I was blowing dust off from a lot of old cds that I used to listen to. Nimrod. Permission to Land. Californication. Each album holding a different level of audio-orgasm.
Memories.
A stage of life.
As if kahapon lang.
If it was one of those not-so-pop-but-definitely-pop-pretending-to-be-rock albums, I was in that young adolescent age of skateboards and watching britney spears videos alone in our TV room.
A stage of life.
Another CD.
As if kahapon lang.
If it was one of those 60's-black-guy-jazz CDs, that was the point in my life where I was trying to find my own music. I remember wanting to be the "jazz guy" until i found out that I'm pretty much not black.
A stage of life.
If it was "the Beatles", that'd be that point in my life where I felt utterly comfortable with my music. I'm not one of those people who "can't possibly pick my favorite songs because there's just too many". It's pretty simple. All these things and all these songs that gave me memories in the school bus, my first kiss, road trips and I-hate-my-parents-because-they-won't-let-me-go-to-timezone moments, I now remember how fucking big my life is.

And then I found my collection of VHS video tapes that I used to make when I was younger. I'd stay up at 2am and watch Football. I was 8 years old. There comes a point in time when you fall in love with an idea, a band or a team. For a band, you buy their album and listen to each and every single song that's in it. I had Football. I had Manchester United.

A stage of life.
Kahapon lang ata eh.

I don't give a shit now if everyone loves soccer. I don't care if North boys are using soccer to pick up girls now, because at the end of the day, a fan is a fan.
When I was 8, I remember David Beckham's shot from the center field. I told my neighbors about it, but they shifted the conversation to the upcoming Power Rangers movie.
When I was 9, I watched Eric Cantona retire two months after I fell in love with his game.
When I was 12, I watched manchester United win the Champions League final. I watched it with my dad and my lolo. I slept on the floor that day. It was the last time my lolo would show any emotion as he would soon be diagnosed with Alzheimer's. I remember it clearly. He was for Bayern Munich.
When I was 14, I remember moving to the new house and watching Ruud Van Nistelrooy score over 30 goals in his first season at Manchester. Nobody in school could say his name, so i felt pretty good (because there's noting better than being known as a person who idolizes some guy with a european name you can't pronounce... e.g. Tzaichovski, Van brudgesen, and Gary Kasparov) I immediately called my mom in Bangkok so she'd buy me one of his fake jersey's.
When I was 20, ManU won the Champion's league again. I was with Jayce and Driggs in my TV room. They pretended to be classmates working on a project so as to be allowed to sleep over.

I'm 21 and I'm old.
Stages of Life.
Memories.
Yesterday is Yesterday.
Any object lying around the house (Kooshball, PE shirts, albums, FHM magazines) and you could spend an entire day reliving everything (especially the magazines).
So many memories that we tend to forget because we apparently don't have a girlfriend, are failing tests and are contemplating about the future.

It wasn't just TV shows that we should remember about being kids. We think we can write a story about our lives because we want the world to know and love us so badly.

Fairness

There's something very wrong with bullies. 

In the future, these bullies will grow up with an immense level of self confidence. It's the type of self-confidence that leaders possess. They will make millions, have extremely delicious girlfriends and die inside one of those expensive coffins that adjusts its own temperature to keep the body in tip top shape.

These bullies will be successful. Their kids will be models. And nobody will care what they did in grade school. 

As for the bullied. 

They get pushed around to the point of shitting their pants. Their self-confidence will be shot. They're scared to try new things. The principal then says that the kid needs therapy. He's isolated. He goes to prom with his cousin. His mom goes to his funeral. His dad wanted to go but never found enough reason to. 

Just an extreme thought. There's a movie for you.

The first time I watched Iron Man, I was blown away right from the start. The Hulk, well the new one anyways, added up to the extensive build up to the need of Marvel to booster up the caliber of its movies.

Sembreak's been bummed up all over. When school had me working in different places to cram passes in one night, the past few days had me sleeping in different places because my bedroom eventually got boring to sleep in. This is the first time I'll be using the net (well, second actually in sembreak). I tripped over this blog in yahoo... which will have me buying some new dvds in a couple of minutes.


This is from IRON MAN... now look to the table on the left of the picture

That's the very shield that Captain America used... plugged in as some piece of cameo crap. Stupid shits like us didn't bother to see it as we were busy looking at the little machines making Tony Stark's suit.


Now from THE HULK

I remember reading that Captain America was frozen in suspended animation. The figure is hard to make out clearly, but you can definitely tell by his shield.

I hate suck-up little girls

I celebrated my freedom from the 1st sem yesterday with a trip to MOA. Jayce pointed out a bratty little glasses girl who looked like the typical sucker you wouldn't want as a child. I'm referring specifically to the kind of little girl who drags her mum around FullyBooked shouting, "Oh mummy, I just can't understand why all children my age don't read more. Think of what they're missing!"

The bitch

Now I'm not saying we shouldn't teach little girls to read. But we should definitely think about taking their books away if they're going to start getting all gay about it. Books aren't meant to be fun. Children should be all giddy about more important shit like Toys, Ren & stimpy, as well as Cooties.

Anyway, these suck-up little girls need to learn to enjoy books like an adult.

Which means:
A) only reading books because they think they're supposed to
and
B) exclusively reading books that are much too brainy for them just because they've got a nice front cover, then having to spend the duration constantly referring to the little synopsis on the back just to double check what's going on.

You know, like a grown-up.

Theo orals would
be what we
call a "fly-by".

While common
sense will have
to do for Polsi.

I don't want Histo.
No Tweety.
Please no more!

and Wikipedia
is all I need
for Philo 104


Batista Bomb Bitches!