moving to blogger. i prefer using my own google adsense for my blog. here's the url: http://nay4.blogspot.com/ haha its not like its a whole different blog.

I HATE TO ADMIT IT but my mum watches those pinoy soap operas. and among those soap operas she keeps track of is marimar. i dont watch it with her nor do i watch it with anyone else or by myself -- just so were clear!

earlier when i arrived from my pumping-iron session, she was watching the final episode (coz she said it was the last one). now normally, i wouldn't care; but deym, it got to me;i just couldn't resist to not bash the show (hence this entry). obviously the network that runs the show is trying to compete in ratings. ive read in the business section -- i find it weird that its not in the entertainment section --on the newspaper that this network is already at arms reach from dethroning the current number 1 network in the country. apparently, the top 3 shows actually come from this network. and yes, the reigning numbah wuan show in the country is marimar.

the show is a joke; the story line goes around in circles (it seems like it). they clearly want the show to go on forever -- i wont be surprised if they made another season. the show also seems to shift from today being dramatic, to the next day being action packed, to day next day being thrilling....maybe soon enough, the show is going to be sci fi. lastly, i noticed (from the scene i caught when i arrived) that a lot the scenes show rip offs of some western movie -- im really not sure but it did looked like it was.

not really the bashing that you would normally think of, but i just wanted to get these three things out of my chest (or should i say pecs nlng kaya para macho? haha)



random fact: the term soap opera was coined since the lot of companies sponsoring the shows were soap manufacturers. thank you wikipedia; as obvious as it may seem, i really had no idea.

TODAY APPARENTLY MARKS the 2nd commemoration of KB24 pulling an atrocious 81 point game with a win against the toronto raptors. today is also the day bryant racked up 34 points to help cap a big W over the raptors and regain the top seed in the western conference. bryant just doesn't have any conscience for this team; the first time these two teams met this season, kobe preyed over raptors with a whoping 46 point effort . by this time, id like to refer to the raptors as KOBE'S PERSONAL TOILET.

im not a kobe fan but that doesn't mean im a kobe hater. its just that he gave me my biggest loss in my sports gambling history. i had to pay my loss from my own....errr....my mothers pocket. this cost me a few weeks of limited baon; which means i couldn't bring my car to school!!!

i enjoy watching your lakers but not as much as i enjoy watching my suns -- even if theyve become quite unpredictable (with shaq as the new addition and all) -- and king james (cavs not included).

anyway the point of this entry is to give mad props to the man (kobe). its his day.

kobe blog day <-----CLICK

march 9 2008 (yesterday) incubus was back in the ph for their fantasmagorical (coined by the foo) pacific rim tour. now being the incubus fan boy that i am, you most likely have guessed that have i concurred a few broken bones due to participating in that mosh pit of perspiring horses provoked by redefine. well, you guessed it wrong; i wasn't able to (as much as i wanted to), but please, please, please remind me next time to inquire and buy patron tickets as early as early can be, yeah?

when i heard that the band was coming back, i wasn't as excited as i was back in their a march 12 2004 crow....murder tour. but still i felt the misfortune bearing inside of me. so just to kill the bitterness, i decided to look for my crow...murder ticket (that i kept as a memorabilia). i felt a little better now just thinking of getting my hands on that ticket. i searched every corner of my room, from piles and piles of old paperworks to old worn out wallets. the feeling of complacency just to see that ticket was now slipping away. by then on, i knew that it was either thrown away or i misplaced it.

it was likely thrown away -- this is why i dont want my room fixed by anyone aside from me.

just for the sake of bragging rights, here is a proxy (yes, i am that desperate) of my ticket:


man, i just recalled that that gig was so kickass! i was with the german and dobear that time. how old were we back then? 15? 16? im sure it was still back in high school. i remembered bringing my collection of incubus cd's hoping to get those albums signed, but to no avail -- i was ignorant; i thought there would be an autograph signing before the gig ( :D ).

has anyone seen or at least have heard about this show? well, for the sake of anyone who's not familiar with the show, its basically about bonanza city. its a city governed and inhabited by kids ages 8-13 (i think). i know what youre thinking, youre thinking i have way too much extra time to be able to watch a show like this; well its true i do have a lot of extra time; but the show isn't on everyday and i dont technically know what time its on, it just so happened that i got to see it twice now. excuses and reasoning aside, i have tons of respect for all those kids in kid nation; they act like, if not, better, than adults. they just have so much potential that i envy them. especially that kid zack. he was recently nominated as the yellow district representative, and, well... he is doing a very, very, very good job as their leader. and you know how old he is? i think hes only 9. whoa right?!
aside from zack a lot of them are really smart. jared, being one of them, is from the red district and hes a know-it-all-grade-A type of nerd. he performed a portion of shakespeare's henry v at such a fresh age in their talent show. his performance wasn't satisfying; in fact it was poorly done. but hey, what can you expect from a kid right? relatively im 20 and im not even that acquainted with the greatest play writer of all time! i've only studied king lear, and thats about it! i was also impressed upon how jared, during one of his monologue, mentioned neanderthalism and how entertainment helped build society.

my point being: kudos to these kids; they're the real adults.

well anyway, try and watch the show and youll see where im going. ill leave you with the trailer of the show i found. cheers!

the suns are now 3-6 since the diesel, aka the big cactus, aka big aristotle, aka ... (it just goes on) arrived in the desert; quite frankly, THEY SUCK! i really thought the marion-oneal trade would do them good since my suns would be filling in what they really lacked in the defensive end of the paint. i was pretty much biased on my suns; i didn't want to believe what most sports journalists were saying because the trade made sense for me. the dispense of marion meant that the bad juju in their locker room would be oblivious to what the shaq daddy will be bringing: his great personality. oneals addition to the roster also meant that amare will be in his natural 4 position. amare on the 4 enables him to be a hell of a scoring monster with steve feeding him; and worry not to be in 5, since oneal would be handling what a center should be doing, and that is: rebounding, and blocking.

the loss of marion doesn't mean that my suns dont have a replacement for his great talent of all around basketball. filling in for is shoes would be my all time favorite baller, grant hill and one of their reserves, borris diaw.

i remember being involved in fist fights during my elementary and high school. its not really something surprising because most school boys go through it; its part of building your identity at the same time your pride. i have to admit: it was fun since you get to release all that negativity by knocking someones arse off; however, its not all that fun when you yourself get your arse kicked. i had my share of victory and the experience of being beaten up. back when i was in CSA during grade 4, i got kneed on my face during a fight. i incurred i big lump on my left eye (or was it right?) after the fight. all was good; i carried that lump on my eye like a veteran with battle scars. you know whats silly though? the fight was provoked by this foreign classmate of mine for no apparent reason.

that fight was memorable for me because i lost.
my succeeding fist fights i still clearly recall. but was unfair because i was the "favorite"
(or was i? maybe i just had the advantage over him). the incident happen to occur when i stepped into manresa (i didn't start it, but i had to make a mark).

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|fraternities.|
they're suppose to be about brotherhood and not about starting fights.
a few weeks ago i was invited to join a fraternity. i accepted. but as their neophyte back then, i didn't quite believe the sincerity of their invitation so i withdrew. at first, the reason why i wanted to quit was because of the ridicule i had to go through just to be their comrades, but after realizing their intentions, i was sure of my choice.

unfortunately the 2 brods who invited me are my classmates in orgacomm. still, i dont let them bother me. at first, it somehow did because it was awkward but, im a man. i just act like nothing happened.

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have you tried googling sapakan off youtube? the video's are hilarious! it made me think about how my foe and i looked like when we started clinching our fists and throwing them at each other (or maybe just air).

its a shame how rem sleep (rapid-eye-movement) can prevent one from attending to his first and only 1 hour class of the day; its never good, especially in my case where im a cut away from maximizing my total allowable absences and apparently 2 absences away from being dropped from that class. but that really didn't bother me that much because i know ill be able to make it. i was more bothered about the dream i had; it was insane and i thought it was real.

it was the type where i thought i was dreaming in the dreaming; where the dream lord invited me during my bizarre slumber to dream once more.

tear.stump.panic. the dream involved the tearing of flesh, but bloodless.

i know i make no sense. lets just say: it was the worst dream i have ever had.


a bad dream is something someone would try to forget and NOT blog about. but the impact of this delirium just made me think about what causes dreams to occur.

warning: potent bull stool is smelly especially when fresh and combined with flatulence.

my theory is: thoughts get clamped up in the brain, eventually there would be no room for new thoughts to be stored. now, what the brain does at this point is to dispose of the old thoughts by dreaming so that there would be more space for the new stream of thoughts.

as for recurring dreams, the brain uses the spinal column as a tool of reminder. it depends on your posture during your sleep, when the brain will dig up in its recycle bin and process the fantasy.

so i decided to blog again after considering the amount of free time i have. ill be trying to update as often as i can since reading sports articles to kill time have started to bore me. youll probably read some entries about that here and then so watch for it.

i apparently left an unposted entry on my draft. now how long has this been here? was it a year now? whatever. im back bitches.

anyway here's that reverted entry, posted and un-edited:

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since my friend bragged--and blogged--about his goal ON ME~ last thursday, i think its my turn to blog & brag about MY GOAL a few hours ago hehe. unfortunately it wasn't on him; nevertheless, it's still a goal.

time of play: around 9:30PM
venue: Cuenca, AAV

first things first, im no footballer; but it sure is fun posing as one! haha.. but seriously man, its just fun & definitely healthy.

i wasn't expecting a goal but it all came together.

on the 23rd..

that's when we will be leaving for Colorado.
;
but nevertheless, i knew some things are just too good to be true... and im blaming it on the number 23--or just numbers in general...
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bad news just arrives in the worst scenarios; and the idiom: add insult to injury, is the best description.
WHY?
today was a day of stress and disappointment

<numero uno> the heat was just too much
<numero dos> i had to rush some exercises i missed in our oralcomm lab--which was by the way excruciating and pathetic!
<numero tres> i still didn't get my refund for a subject i dropped; and it would take 2 more weeks or even a month before i do get it.
<numero cuatro> i wasn't able submit my requirements for NSTP due to certain circumstances...
<numero cinco> i still had that holy week vacation hangover
<numero seis> i had to bring the crv because i woke up late--apparently i prefer commuting now.

and lastly and definitely the worst:

<numero siete> i received the news that our Hawaii trip was canceled (BOO!)

argh! im so disappointed man... *sigh* =(

oh well, at least i'm going to Colorado! hehe
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...on the 23rd

oh its official alright~

ill be traveling to Colorado; then after a few weeks stay, im off to Hawaii (yes, HAWAII!!!!! want some quiksilver apparels?  :D  )
this will serve as my first time on foreign land.

ill be with my mother & sister. my father won't be joining us because of this thing called work!--its sad really; i was looking forward to being with my nuclear family when something like this happens (boo!)

basically, our flight route is still tentative; but i think our first stop will be in Taipei. After Taipei were off to LA; then to Springfield or Denver (we're most likely to land in Springfield; but like i said, its still not fixed)

is that Springfield you hear? does that ring a bell? well duh, the simpsons you freak; but of course, their Springfield is fictional! the Springfield im talkin' bout is one of many existing Springfields in the united states.
my cousin from my mother side has been living there for quite sometime now, and we'll be staying at her residence for at least two weeks. im praying for a good time! yeap, im praying alright; from the looks of it, i think she (my cousin) is already in her late 30's or she might even be older so our definition of fun would probably be different--besides she already has a family established!

initially, the plan was to remain in Colorado for the rest of our stay abroad; but thanks to my ever-so-annoying inquiries i managed to ask about aunt Zita & uncle Rudy, who's living in Honolulu.

aba-aba, why not diba?

this is Hawaii man, Hawaii! its the beaches of all beaches (hehe)! san ka pa boi?!!!
so while all of you freaks are in the worn out, seaweed infested bora, i'm in Hawaii getting kissed by the sun, learning to surf and definitely--best described as--away from the norm!

KAPOW!!! biatch! hehe

i just cannot wait any longer
yet a part of me is unwilling to go because of the guaranteed(?) bombardment of the infamous culture shock... and not to mention the unforgiving nosebleed thats worse than speaking with the millers.

the day i have a mobile phone--or any alarm clock (or whatever) for that matter--that can play steady, endearing, helps-you-wake-up-slowly tunes over an irritating, monotonous, press-the-snooze-button-quick noise for an alarm, is the day i set the "alarm" to jack johnson's  banana pancakes or 311's amber.

that way i wouldn't be able to wake up

now that wouldn't be called an alarm now would it?

but the feeling would most definitely be deeeelightful!
and it would somehow define steady... but not steady, steady~ ya digg??

i would someday like to meet these people. if it doesn't happen then no biggie its enough that they have somehow inspired me. anyway here's the list in no particular order:

• david attenborough - if you want to know anything about nature this is the guy you ask; he is a nature god from what i've heard. i wanna join his expeditions someday and inquire about all the actors inside the animal kingdom in one sitting (yes, in one sitting)

• jaime oliver - wicked~ haha. i like the style of this chef. his culinary skills are just fascinating to watch. he makes it seem like anyone can do what he does best

• maynard james keenan - subtlety at its finest! his mind is as interesting.as the depths of the open ocean, where mystery swims within word per word. ill figure him out someday.

• chris garver - if im gonna have a tattoo done he is the only worthy being on earth that i would entrust to do so. i have no definite concept of what my ideal tattoo is but im certain that it would NOT be tribal, has something to do with my zodiac sign, and it has to have that traditional japanese vibe in it; ill leave it to the man himself to decide--that is, if i really want a tattoo!
  

• dave chappelle - his comedy skits are hilarious! although its partly.. uhmm...  full of racism, you just can't help but laugh your ass off! definitely a comic genius!

• steve vai - nothing like someone who levels his teacher's (satch's) skill in guitar mastery. i have so much to learn and who better to teach me other than the master who out-mastered his master and remained humble about it. you'll never know, i might even mirror his accomplishments! haha lol

• heather graham - blond bombshell, 'nuff said!!!

• zack de la rocha - the young r-e-b-e-l. defy~ ... yeap i borrowed the infamous word from this latino. his political mind is friggin' insane! i dig the way he thinks and how he incorporates it in music.

• the late pablo escobar - ahh, the king of cocaine! he was one of the richest and powerful men. his drug empire and ruthless political killings brought him to this sinister stature. i'd like to be as wealthy and as intimidating as this guy someday. of course never will i indulge in such atrocities. interestingly enough, he framed his first million! (first million ah not dollar!)
  

• j. k. rowling - ill admit, i never read any volume of the harry potter series; but after my NSTPCW1 professor told us about the story of this nationalistic lasallian student who was invited on the other side of the globe in a conference by rowling herself, i dunno why but, i got the chills! hopefully what my professor said was true.

• the late pablo neruda - a language barrier wont stop me from talking to him. he's incredibly talented considering how poetry is only leisure to him and the fact that his words didn't have barriers

• yao ming - im gonna challenge him in a one-on-one basketball game. we'll see whose gonna win... *evil laugh* nevertheless, i just wanna compare my height from his

• will farrell - his comedic acting is still fresh considering his tenure in the industry. all of his movies are awesome; absolute comedy to the 10th... hell, infinite power! now why wouldn't i not want to meet this guy? hes my all time favorite actor! heck, im laughing as we speak, for no apparent reason, just writing about him! that's how funny this guy is! *koo-koo*

have you freaks ever noticed why atheists inside the music industry prefer to patronize their belief within the compounds of the genre metal?

how is it that these monsters never preached in the likes of rap where they can compress the facts about their belief or whatever blah they propose in a single, resonant, catchy, song and possibly prevent scaring away their target audience? i mean lets face it the genre will probably never earn the title radio friendly--there may be some who can get away with it; primarily, it just wont happen!

my question to these atheists: why metal??!

im actually an avid listener of metal and its sub-genres (melodic death, progressive, & heavy just to name a few) and i have to say that i definitely despise the social stigma... the stereotypes thrown at the people (like me) who listen and embrace the genre.

please, please, please..
let there be at least one artist of such where his/her words are sung outside the compounds of metal
and let that artist carry the baggage.. the burden of what metal has carried since

...

the day i find artists of such..
or
the day these artists start competing with what is considered 'in'...

02.26.07
4:30am
here in my room
I couldn't sleep so i decided to write (on the yellow pad that kept on staring at me)

recently for the past few months, i've been keeping myself sane by vicariously living through my thoughts and dreams. its sad really because it helps a lot. i've been trying to comprehend philosophies, movies, myths, songs, books, what-ifs... incorporating them in scenarios and, as if thats not ridiculous enough, visualizing them. sounds intellectual yeah? lol, not even close! my attempts at doing so are as feeble as it gets; i try to because it just happens.

why the hell am i like this?!

as absurd as it may sound, im okay with it; not great but okay. i guess it keeps me motivated in someway; it pushes me to look for answers only found in the real world -- school (if not, there's always wikipedia; lol). what holds me back from looking for these answers is that i tend to procrastinate a lot and sometimes its out of hand -- if there had ever been a brand called procrastinate on mens apparel then i would have definitely been an endorser; if there had ever been a sport made for procrastinating then i would have been entitled to a clever nickname for being great at it; if there had ever been a country named after... lol, you get the point (apologies for my poor analogies). interestingly enough earlier at some point i thought about the cliche of all cliches; the quote "no man is an isl...LAaanN... nN... Dd ... ... ... zzZZzz ... ZZzzZZzz ... zzZZzz ...

viginti tres is twenty-three in latin. now how do i know that? ... ... easy! one proper noun and one alternative metal/progressive rock band in one word: TOOL.

This is not really the main concern of what im about to write however it does have its relation.

so go figure.

2007 will be the year yours truly will be coming close to that number (but not too close, yeah?).yyyyyyyyyeap~, that tens place (20) sure is intimidating! At this age i would now be referred to as a young adult or if some author decides to include me in his/her story (just a random thought) i would be introduced as "a dude in his early twenties". these numbers... they're just numerical values that keep track of our growth development. its role in this sense is to act as a bookmark and seal a chapter or at least a part of when we decide to call it a day. if i was to turn twenty tomorrow (which is not happening btw since its not until the 19th day of Gemini) i would refuse to call it a day! although im technically 20, no matter how cliche this sounds, i will be my own author and choose when this phase will end & not~ thy feeble numero!

speaking of endings, how did i end 2006? believe it or not im complacent with how it ended and what the year has brought to this assertion amongst all the disappointments. oh you know what im talking about! im not proud with what happened im just thankful that i've learnt my lesson and that parasite in me has drowned in its own bloody pool of gluttony. if it had not been the case id still be a leech hanging around until i'm full (full of shit that is!).

anyhoo, as 2006 was nearing its end (about 5 hours before) i got the chance to speak... ... ... publicly (fuck!). God, i hate public speaking. of the top 5 fears i would not want to be associated with, "public speaking would rank higher than death". ... NOT~! ha ha, nothing really i just wanted to connote my sense of sarcasm =) although that statement was quoted from an article i've read in Readers Digest regarding public speaking (hence the quotations).

::just so you know i do cite idea's that i did not come up with. whatever i post in my entires are of what im only entitled to label as my own. as much as these are photo copied thoughts (as one of my friends would call it) it is not mental piracy! NOT~ MENTAL PIRACY!::

this public speaking incident happened when i was asked to read the first reading and the responsorial psalm during an anticipated mass for the coming new year. initially it was my sister who was asked to do so but since she asked me to and since i was the little (younger) brother i had no choice. so i had my mojo flowin' i did what i had to do and i'll admit i did stutter, ONCE! reason: i was anxious, it was cold, pressure since the family was present.. and probably expecting! , oh and believe it or not there was a cute chic! =) btw, we celebrated mass (including new year obviously) in gfields, laguna so the venue was small and there weren't a lot of people.

ultimately... ... all that i'm left to say is:
im tired
i haven't slept yet
and yes, im tired! really~

till the next entry!

-END-

A groan of tedium awaits our family as we arrive at the church 40 minutes before the celebration of mass on the eve of Christmas at St. James the Great. My auntie Helen once again decides to share her Islam familiarity with me just to break the ice before the mass starts. Although she’s a Christian her 30 year work related stay in Indonesia accustomed her with the country’s juggernaut religion, Islam. She is so familiar with the religion that all it needed for her to be formally accustomed is a conversion; most of her colleagues have even invited her to convert. Of course she’s still a devout catholic and she never did agree to convert.

“Alam mo ba Ayan, compared to the bible of the Catholics the Koran is a lot less different…” she softly said, opening the conversation. As I was listening I somehow felt awkward since we were inside the church talking about Islam. We talked about the Koran, Islam mosques, a controversial Muslim author, and her experience with Ramadan.

Anyway, let me share to you what I have understood regarding my auntie’s short talk on Islam. If at any point you noticed a discrepancy between what fact is and what I absorbed please correct me.

Apparently, the Koran does incorporate some stories and even prophets found in the bible. Jesus for example is one of these prophets. They are only interpreted in a different fashion. In the Koran Jesus is referred to as Isa. And for the record Abraham, Ishmael and even Mary are also included in the Koran.

On mosques, these are simply structures made entirely for praying. Inside there are no statues, no other distractions, just a huge empty room with a carpet as its floor. It seems that the Muslims consider statues as idolatry which by the way does make sense. That’s why in Afghanistan the Taliban destroyed a statue of Buddha.

When Muslims pray inside the mosque men are segregated from the women. A large curtain divides the two sexes to prevent distractions. Even when it comes to their seating positions both differ. For men the typical Indian sit is used while for the women the knees are bent, faced down on the right side of the floor and are parallel to each other. My aunt actually had a certain experience when she was invited to a house owned by one of her colleagues (I forgot if it was in Afghanistan or Indonesia). Since there was no furniture they sat down on the floor. As soon as she got tired of sitting the way she should be sitting, she decided to stretch her legs. After a while her legs were soon covered by a blanket that was placed by one of her colleagues.

Salman Rushdie, one of the controversial Muslim authors sentenced to Fatwa which in our terminology is the same with being sentenced to death. Apparently he was unrestricted to write about anything since he was a British citizen. He was sentenced to Fatwa since a part of what he wrote was on how he focused on women. This was one of the reasons why he was sentenced to Fatwa. Although he was to die in order to repent for his actions, he was fortunate enough to escape the punishment. He is currently still alive and well.

So finally before the priest entered the altar my aunt was able to squeeze in her experience on Ramadan. She didn’t mention praying with the Muslims but she did mention fasting with them. I highly doubt that she’d pray with them since she’s not a Muslim. Apparently, during Ramadan they have time allocated for eating and there are no restrictions when it comes to food. They eat only once a day. As the clock strikes at 4:00 AM they wake up and go back to praying. And once Ramadan ends let’s say it’s just the same as the celebration of Christmas.

Oh, and did you know that Muslims pray five times a day? Well, I didn’t

Prior to what my auntie had told me, the boys and I had a discussion regarding Islam on the night of Mats pseudo despedida party. Apparently it started when Mat and I talked about Hezbollah and the fact that the Philippines is one rank behind Afghanistan for being the most dangerous country to be in. However, this one’s a different story.

Recently every time I drive I've been tripping at my 2001 ozzfest CD since listening to a bunch of rage, incubus, and tool over and over again was really exhausting especially when driving during an unforgiving, hardcore, bumper-to-bumper, traffic. Track 03 from the album compilation featured slipknot's song called "new abortion." Apparently, this song intrigued me. It was only yesterday that I subconsciously decided to decipher the lyrics of the song; and if you think about it I bought this album way back when I was still in high school.

Well, no...
Maybe not the whole lyrics but rather a certain line from the lyrics and the title itself.

"New Abortion"
...You can't take my soul away from me.

So let me get to my point.
When speaking of abortion, the social stigma would be based on morality and the fact that it is the retraction of life where life was supposed to be ascribed to a human being. But with new abortion my perception would refer to politics in our country. Frankly, when it comes to politics, I'm in total apathy. But after contemplating on the title and on that certain line, I was somehow captivated with abortions relativity when it comes to politics in our country

For the past decade or even more, Those who were obliged to vote had the chance to choose the most responsible, worthy and effective person who is compatible on governing our country. But did they or did we make the right choice? Apparently no. After a certain point we try to impeach the dictator who refuses to be ousted in that position. If that dictator is successfully impeached he is beyond doubt considered dead as dead can be due to his social reputation.

I know, I know, It's deviant to somehow relate it to abortion but just think about it! Before abortion is executed, two individuals of the opposite sex engage. By any chance a mistake could occur, thus resulting to a conception of a new life. The unwanted human being is eventually aborted.

the decision to engage = the decision to vote
accidental exchange of fluids = unwanted dictator
abortion = successful impeachment

go figure man.

This is vain:

I need to gain weight. However my past attempts on gaining weight are feeble and pathetic.

...

I still need to gain weight.
My movitation to do so is my demand.

else

My soon to be long hair will make me look like a girl; and I've already been thought as one before when I had long hair (this only happened ONCE so dont even think about refering to this incident again!).

== I REFUSE TO LOOK LIKE ONE!!

Other than gaining weight, I'll be growing a gotee. I'm hopefull that I am blessed with having one.

Apparently society fabricates my identity that's why I resort to change. And right know I'm not sure with my identity, and by identity I don't mean sex or gender (I'm pretty sure I know my disposition in those aspects).