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December, in the news this morning looms a super typhoon set to hit the eastern part of the country. A good way to start the merriest month of the year with a crash and a bang...I just hope it doesn't end with a whimper. I am steering clear of malls this month, at least i'll try. What am I saying? I go there almost everyday just to pick Kim up...okay, let me rephrase that I will try to spend the least amount of time inside the mall this month, I'll be just like a cat burglar, in and out.

At home, the only visible traces of Christmas is a solitary parol hanging by the main door and a few small, multicolored plastic parols, sparsely scattered among the cypress tree branches. We used to go all out with the decors, when I was little I used to bug my mother as early as November to put up the Christmas decorations. I don't know why the excitement fizzled out.

My mother usually brings out the ornaments today, the first day of December. I think everything will be hung, fastened, draped, stapled, wrapped, lit or whatever by the time we get home...she's like a well-oiled piece of machinery that woman, fast and efficient...you want to know why? Just go to our house after January 1, and it would be like Christmas never happened. The amount of time with which she can turn our humble abode into one cozy little Christmas wonderland would be a far cry to the speed and mastery she diplays taking down all those things she hung, fastened, draped, stapled, wrapped and lit.

Everything vanishes into thin air...David Blaine would look like a rank amateur compared to my mother!

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Something is amiss.

I am not sure, but something is definitely wrong.

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No more books? No more books to make. Am I speaking too soon? Is the silence temporary, will this furlough be short-lived, like the cold spell which we are experiencing today. If there's one good thing the coming typhoon has brought with her, it's the rains. It rained this morning, and in the reverie I sped through the last book. I think it was the last.

For now.

It's freezing in here, and I just had a kamote que.

I am fighting boredome.

I am trying to put down something, what it is; I am still unsure but I know I have something, it's just not coming yet.

Okay, I got one.

GWAR


They are by no means TOOL. Not the most technical or talented band around but what they lack in musicianship, they make up for it with mind blowing theatrics, attitude and those kick-ass costumes. They play pretty decent rock and roll, but the lyrics can be a bit inane, but hey at least they are still around.

As with other stories about my tapes, this one too fell victim to the 'borrowed but never returned' scam.

Guns N Roses - Use Your Illusion 1 & 2




When a band starts writing songs that are super long (November Rain and Estranged, Coma - 10 minutes 16 seconds!), it's time to panic...unless the band is Pink Floyd then by all means drag I mean, rock on!



Paled in comparison to Appetite for Destruction, but one album worth having in your collection none the less.

I still don't have my copies of these 3 albums...borrowed, never returned.


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MTV Icons, The Cure.


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Robert Smith


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AFI


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Chino Moreno - Deftones


Performances by AFI, Blink 182 and Deftones, watch the highlights here.

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Fucking power failure!

I got something down, all I had to do was click "post entry".

I am too lazy to write it all again so here is a summary.

Met Matt (Kim's brother) and Jer2X (lazyboy) at the mall last night, watched a movie SAW with lazyboy while Kim and Matt watched 'National Treasure'.

Got home late.

Christmas Tree was up, just like clockwork.

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In the past I have quit 2 jobs of my own accord, the first one was for the fact that the management sucks at keeping their employees happy, the pay was good but they made you feel like shit every waking hour you spent in that jail cell with computers, the second one was because it was good while it lasted, it got stale and I can only take so much broken promises. Now I'm about to do the same...only this time it's not of my own doing. It's a buy-out or whatever business term appropriately fits our predicament now.
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Expectations, apprehensions, butterflies in the belly, pre-game jitters, I really don't know what to expect. To say the least I am not that excited, it's like that Bo Jackson, Nike ad back in the 80's...'another day, another hobby', or some lyric that goes 'same shit, different day'. Nothings new, nothing out of the ordinary, what I'm most apprehensive about is the commute...3 rides going to this new place, 3 RIDES. By the time I get there I'd be surprised if I can nudge the mouse.

I don't know about my co-workers, some seem excited, some are not too happy with the present situation while others are content to just wait and see what's going to happen.

I for one do know Bitoy is excited, I have 2 words — strip joints. The new office is located uptown where the said establishments abound. The only good thing I see so far is a 5-day work week. Free Saturdays, hmmm...

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SLAYER

Dead Skin Mask
Slayer - Seasons In The Abyss

Graze the skin with my finger tips
The brush of dead cold flesh pacifies the means
Provocative images delicate features so smooth
A pleasant fragrance in the light of the moon

CHORUS
Dance with the dead in my dreams
Listen to their hallowed screams
The dead have taken my soul
Temptation's lost all control

Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes
Lose all mind control rationale declines
Empty eyes enslave the creations
Of placid faces and lifeless pageants

In the depths of a mind insane
Fantasy and reality are the same

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A song inspired by real life cannibal Ed Gein who in turn inspired movies such as 'The Texas Chainsaw Massacre', 'Silence of the Lambs' and 'Psycho'; this is a song that can give anyone that warm, fuzzy feeling if you asked me. hehe

To learn more about this 'exceptional' individual, click here.

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Each day seems to become more and more tedious than the previous. Getting up has become too cumbersome and it's always a pain just to drag yourself to the table for breakfast. Everyday becomes less of a joy and more and more becoming a chore.

It's Monday and everything in the first paragraph is amplified 2 fold.

Monday sucks...hands down.


The weekend was okay, had Japanese on Saturday. Then we wnet around looking for a brand new bed. The one we have now needs to be replaced...badly. Maybe that's why I ache all over? The malls are now overflowing with holiday shoppers. It's becoming harder and harder getting a taxi. I noticed that the scarcity of taxies is inversely proportionate to the courtesy level of some people. The lesser there are cabs around, the more people become assholes. There was this couple who cut in the 'imaginary' line and got on the taxi we hailed...I know there was no line but common courtesy and simple logic would dictate that you do not get in a taxi that someone else just hailed. It's wrong and it's just not polite.

I wanted to slit that motherfucker's throat and stuff him inside the taxi's trunk.

Sunday was lazy as always. I cooked lunch for the both of us while my parents went on a date (hehe) and at around 3 we started cleaning our room, yesterday we were officialy moved in. No more stacjed boxes, no plastic bags lying around...all the frames are now hung in their proper places, stuff in order and arranged...the bedroom looks like a real bedroom now, not like before...a with a bed.

Two Towers was on HBO last night but I was just too sleepy, I couldn't concentrate. To fight the urge to sleep, I got busy cracking white pumpkin seeds open...which further aggravated my difficulty to focus on the movie...those things are addictive!

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I looked at those Buffalo wings and I thought to myself "Jesus, those are huge-ass wings! And if Buffaloes really had wings and could fly, we'd be knee-deep in Buffalo shit right now.", because there would be no way we'd control all the shitting that's going to happen, they'd be up in the air and just dump on unsuspecting urban type yuppies on their way to work with thier double mochachino lattes and gigabytes of info stuffed in their designer pants.

The fish sticks were better compared to those horrible looking wings, it looked like some burn victim from a fire, the ones you see on the news. Sam took us to dinner last night, no special occassion, it was her treat. I wanted to eat more but my stomach would have none of it...I was so full I could't move, restaurants should have wheelchairs, for those customers too bloated to walk out through the main door.

After dinner, they had coffee. I didn't have one, unless I wanted to be up all night and torture myself by counting the hours, tossing and turning in bed.

The conversation was great...mostly 80's stuff. I was glad, delighted in the fact that I am not the only one who thinks Ober Da Bakod was the bomb.


I have been having dreams lately...weird dreams. 3 days ago I dreamt that I was back at that old house, Kim and I were decorating the house for Christmas because they hired us, then lazyboy came and we watched the corner barbeque stand cook what appeared to be snakes instead of the usual pork or chicken. I noticed on the side of the stand was a big metal vat full of snakes.


No kicks yet. Kim said any day now there might be kicks. I think the sea horse is enjoying himself/herself in there, maybe it's getting too comfortable inside and there is no need to get physical — for now. Maybe the sea horse will give Kim a kick in the ass sometime today if she doesn't finish that Christmas list...because if it's a boy, he should know this early that Christmas shopping sucks, hehe.

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The Thing

I remember this question Brody (Jason Lee) asked Stan Lee when the two met in the movie "Mallrats", Brody asked Stan if The Thing had, you know a penis made of rocks? And if the Fantastic Four's Mr. Fantastic's schlong, you know...stretched?

Talk about one track minds.

The interview SUCKED, or should I say the interviewers.

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Happiness indeed is but a fleeting moment. Judging from the way a single person can suck the life and the optimism out of you by making you feel like you were not worth the 5 to 10 minutes they wasted on your behalf. People can be so calloused and downright rude and condescending for their own good, they come out insecure and just plain old trite.

Before yesterday I didn't have anything to be worried about, after that my apprehensions about moving became concrete. And that is YOU, I know you don't read my blog so there's no use writing this but that's not the point. You are the manifestation of what everyone fears the most about leaving, you said that what transpired yesterday was 'a getting to know you' session, well I got to know you...in fact I got to know you very well.
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I will digress from that rather depressing topic to a more festive one, because by god it's almost Christmas, and I have to stop listening to Dashboard Confessional because I am turning into a mess, a quivering pile of emotional flesh and bones! The list is as Kim would put it, 'in her mind'...yeah, let's see if she can remember anything when confronted by the pressures and politics of holiday shopping. Pen and paper dude, put it on pen and paper.

I just can't help but laugh at the book I'm doing right now...entries such as "Give his penis a cute pet name like 'Mr. Happy"...that's priceless! Of all the books, why does it have to be this one, and why me?
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Just seeing the look on your face, the way your eyes glowed and the way you smiled and in the cutest way you said 'Thank you' is enough, and if you asked me what I want for Christmas, trust me and believe me when I say that you have given so much already...and there is nothing I would ask of you that you have not already given.

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Sid and Nancy
Punk's version of Romeo and Juliet? Click here to learn more.



I saw this movie back when I was still in college, although it never matched the intensity between these two 'ill-fated' lovers or captured the essence of that era; it's a very close portrayal of one of music's most infamous couples and a glimpse into music's most discordant genre.

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Friday is in its apogee. As I stare at the ground past the brown of my pants...my gaze can fade the colors off of them and that is something I am trying to do. I am in other words bored. Out of my wits, fucking bored. A blog can only do so much. A blog can only kill so much time, and with my attention span I must need new distractions...my attention span is getting shorter these days. I am trying to find ways to occupy myself, daydreaming is for pussies and I do not want to look like a tool. Michael Stipe seems inches away...it's as if he's sitting in Arap's chair...updating his Friendster account or something, I doubt if he surfs for porn. Does he? Michael Stipe I mean.

The cursor blinks...

Muffled sounds of some Japanese anime in the background.

The countdown on some morning show while we were having breakfast said we only have 15 days until Christmas. 15 days to buy all of your gifts, 15 frantic days. 15 days for some people I know to jog and lose some weight so they'll have room for all the food come Noche Buena time...I know you! Fess up and admit it! hehe

Christmas shopping sucks. We still have not started on ours yet and I know it will suck. it will suck so bad, it will outsuck last year's. It will suck for so long, sucking would be out of style once it's done. Christmas shopping can suck it!

People at home are busy with their wish list...a Luke Skywalker action figure...or that big Stormtrooper helmet at SM would definitely do it for me. This is for those people who think Christmas shopping doesn't suck but rather believe that 'IT IS A GIFT FROM THE GODS!' (lazyboy, chellooo! hehe, it's an inside joke). Hey, I said Christmas SHOPPING sucks...not Christmas GIVING.

I am slowly veering away from the topic. If there was such a thing to start with in the first place.
Parking Battle of the Sexes

I can't drive for shit! Click the link above and find out if you can park a car properly.

> from jjchandler.com

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It's a go! Last night marked the official 'Kim's Annual Christmas Shop-a-thon', 2 weeks of pulsating, fast-paced, tension-filled, drama riddled ride that will wind up (hopefully) on the day when we tear those carefully wrapped gifts like a pack of hyenas jumping on a deer carcass...maybe I should take her advice and down a few vitamins for the long weeks ahead, because after last night I am very sure wackiness will ensue in the coming days.

One thing I hate about the holidays — lines, or more specifically the lack of respect some people have in the concept of the line. Lines are there so that things flow in an orderly manner, it is installed to make sure everyone gets a fair shot at everything. Lines are there because science books told us ages ago that we are more superior to other animals because we posses opposable thumbs and larger sized brains (although at times watching Animal Planet, I am somehow convinced that it's just a load of crap). How would you feel, if you were in a line for quite a while now and the time came when only a person separates you from your goal...then someone just decides to cut in and goes directly at the front and totally ignores the line and the other 20 people patiently waiting for their turn? Dolphins would have a higher probability of getting in line compared to these people.

By the way she got her 'plastic' yesterday, 2 words — HOLY SHIT.

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Allow me to rant.

3 days and off we go. I hate this week. It has just started and I hate it already. I abhor the days, I detest the hours passing. Have you noticed the months go by as if overnight, this week will be a blur, it will pass by like nothing happened, and I hate it. I think of all the things that will happen this week and I am already tired. The weekend sucked, like a foreboding omen signaling the coming week's insanity.

Last night my faith in humanity disappeared. Last night while waiting for a taxi, a couple of us stood in line because there was a sign that said so, and it was the right thing to do. This lady with the biggest ass I ever saw on the other hand decided that she doesn't have to subject herself to the orderly and fair concept of standing in line and just screwed us all by going to the front and hailing every passing taxi...jiggling that ass, that ass taunted...no, that ass mocked those people in that line...the person next to me wanted to say something but his partner tried to calm him down.

I wanted to choke her to death.

I can understand if she doesn't know how to read, "Hey, excuse me but I'm so dumb I can't read that sign...mind if I just go in front of the very obvious line that you folks are forming and piss all of you?", I won't mind if she's blind as a bat and she can't see shit, but I can see she has good eyesight, heck, she can see those taxies perfectly, chasing after them, blocking people, running along side taxies looking for some place to park.

The security guards were not helping either. Those whistles must be shoved so far up their asses, at least pull them out once in a while and do something...FUCKERS!

I know she was in a hurry...I think all of us had that same idea...I know she was tired and just wanted to rest that fat ass of hers at home, but please...not at the expense of others who are at least trying to make things a bit easier for the rest of us...and for Christ's sake be nice, it's Christmas!

GET IN LINE!

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Last Saturday dawn, my cousin Jace's girlfriend gave birth to their premature baby. The baby is in the hospital in an incubator as we speak, I hope he'll be alright.

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REST IN PEACE



"DIMEBAG" DARRELL ABBOT 1966 - 2004


COLUMBUS, Ohio (CNN) -- A 25-year-old man stormed the stage at a heavy-metal rock concert Wednesday night, shooting and killing Pantera founder and Damageplan guitarist "Dimebag" Darrell Abbott and three others before a police officer shot and killed him, Columbus police said.

Click here to read the full story.

> from cnn.com

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Company Christmas party tonight. Last day tomorrow. Kim is at home suffering from abdominal pains brought on by contractions, nothing serious though; it's just one of the minor discomforts of pregnancy. If you ask me, she's quite lucky...getting to stay at home, watch TV all day, sleep, sit around and do nothing but watch TV all day and sit and TV...TV and the couch, and munching on whatever you can lay your hands on...TV and that soft chair.

This is the first time since I started working here that I have not put on my headphones. Nothing significant really, I noticed that just now, I don't know why? I just don't feel like isolating myself, not that THAT is the reason why I use headphones...I just don't feel like wearing them today.

It's been a slow week at the office lately. Which is okay but it tends to get boring. Thank God for blogs...and the internet. I wonder if I can blog as much as I do now when we transfer. I heard there are some 'restrictions' regarding internet use.

That sucks.

Nothing much has happened. As I have said, boring week. I learned yesterday that lazyboy has a bit of ulcer; too bad. It's almost Christmas, what with all the food and drinking...and I know lazyboy loves the food and the booze, hehe so it's going to be torture...my advice? To hell with the hole about to form in your stomach! Let's eat, drink and die fat and lazy!

Just kidding.

Get well soon 'pre!

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Last day.

Tomorrow is just another day...at another office.

No big deal. I have expressed, in previous posts my apprehensions about the said move..but in such cases, there's no other way to go but forward. So I am, going forward...no sense worrying too much about things. It's an adventure, might as well go along for the ride and see where it leads me.

I may be posting sporadically in the coming days, but I'll still update from time to time.

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Last night was the company party. It was okay, I didn't get drunk which was actually cool because I find it hard nowadays to be piss-drunk and not feel the repercussions the next day. Maybe I'm getting too old for this shit, call it what you will but I feel that I don't have to drink myself into a drunken stupor to prove a point these days. It's just not worth the trouble anymore.

Arrived for work and went straight for a medical examination for the new employer. Got pricked for some blood, pumped for my blood pressure, had my insides x-rayed and then I started my day, like any other day...so I go back to what I said on the first paragraph, it's just another day. No big deal.

I've been here before. No use getting all mellowdramatic.

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Still haven't put on my headphones. I just thought you should know that.

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LAST CARESS
THE MISFITS

I got something to say
I killed your baby today
And it doesn’t matter much to me
As long as it’s dead

Well I got something to say
I raped your mother today
And it doesn’t matter much to me
As long as she spread

Sweet lovely death
I am waiting for your breath
Come sweet death, one last caress

Go

Sweet lovely death
I am waiting for your breath
Come sweet death, one last caress

Well, I got something to say
I killed your baby today
And it doesn’t matter much to me
As long as it’s dead

Sweet lovely death
I am waiting for your breath
Come sweet death
One last caress

One last caress, sweet death
One last caress, sweet death

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Girl's Not Grey
AFI

I'll lay me down tonight
Much further down
Swim in the calm tonight
This art does drown

(What follows) me as the whitest lace of light
(Will swallow whole) just begs to be imbrued?
What follows has lead me to this place
where I belong, with all erased

All insects sing tonight
The coldest sound
I'd send God's grace tonight
Could it be found?

(What follows) me as the whitest lace of light
(Will swallow whole) just begs to be imbrued?
What follows has lead me to this place
where I belong, with all erased

I'll lay me down tonight
Much further down
Watch stars go out tonight
On sinking ground

I'll lay me down, I'll lay me down

(What follows) me as the whitest lace of light
(Will swallow whole) just begs to be imbrued?
What follows has lead me to this place
where I belong, with all erased

What follows will swallow whole
What follows will swallow whole

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Would Metallica be the same today, if Cliff Burton didn't die? Cliff for me was the best bassist Metallica had, no offense to Jason Newsted, he is good...but I think Cliff had more charisma.




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Clifford Lee Burton
Born: 10th of February 1962
Died: 27th of September 1986

FADE TO BLACK
Metallica

Life it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free

Things are not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can't be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filing me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now He's gone

No one but me can save myself, but it to late
Now I can't think, think why I should even try

Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death Greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye
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"We heard this wild solo going on and thought, 'I don't see any guitar player up there.' It turned out it was the bass player, Cliff, with a wah wah pedal and this mop of hair. He didn't care whether people were there. He was looking down at his bass playing."

- James Hetfield

Click here to read the full story.

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"Scroll buttons and a Lappy together at last,
how'd you ever learn to scribby-scroll so fast?"

Strong Bad rocks!

> from homestarrunner.com

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In the new pit, as lazyboy put it. It's cool. I feel like I'm in some sanitized room or something, it feels clean...TOO CLEAN.

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Second day in the new place. Not all is going smoothly, I guess that's normal if you're transferring to a new workplace, things are not running the way they're supposed to be, some minor glitches here and there. The lull because we do not have anything to work on for now. It's getting to the point where it's boring but at the same time, you kind of bask in the fact that you've been given some kind of reprieve for the meantime.

I feel sick.

It's not a halthy feeling, I find myself not brrathing well. 5 steps up a set of stairs and I am panting like a mule walking across the Sahara. I feel like shit.

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I had a busy weekend, nursing 2 people who had the evil idea of getting sick all at once. I don't mind though, my mother needed all the help she can get and Kim had fever that was so persistent and punctual...3 o'clock in the afternoon just as we thought that she was getting a bit better, it comes back...like a person that you hate, it just doesn't get the hint that it's not wanted...she can't just take any medicine because the sea horse might object and kick her all day or worse...I get a junkie for a baby. By the waythe little one is starting to kick and it's become noticeable as of late. The preferred time for the kicking? bedtime...Kim likes it, she says it's cute...wait till the 7th month and tell me if it's cute when the liitle one is kicking your liver up to your throat...hehe.

Sunday was bad, Kim's fever got worse and we had to call her doctor. She ordered a urinalysis and just as she suspected, Kim has UTI. She said it's quite common for pregnant women to get this disorder, so she gave her antibiotics and yes I know, the baby will be all hopped up on prescription drugs all week long...junkie baby come April, yeah.

You know I'm just kidding, right?

In fact, we're all excited that the baby is starting to kick.

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I still can't customize my desktop...fuck.

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This will be a long week; 5 days and it'll be Christmas, Kim's excited because her parents will be home soon. I just hope she'll be okay, she just wants to have some time off of work and by all means she should. If she decides to resign or go on leave then I'm all for it all the way.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get some work done.

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It's almost the end of yet another unproductive day at the office. i am beginning to hate the set up, it seems that people are killing me with boredome. I can die of boredome, I can consume my fingernails in an hour of inactivity, I can lose myself in thought, thinking about pandas, lamas and lemurs, snowflakes, gum drops, antibiotics, doughnuts and noodles...piping hot noodles.

I am just trying to make it through the day without killing myself or the person next to me (no offense Amuer, it's just a figure of speech, you know I'm not capable of taking another person's life). I look up and I see sprinklers, I know I shouldn't pay attention to these details, or bicker but as long as I am here, I might as well bitch.

I feel like I'm in a boat.

The airconditioning isn't helping my headache, the sound is just so god damn awful! I want to break stuff, I want to stand up on my desk and just smash things, smash and throw fits and curse and exhale abominations, spew and vomit, curse and moan, spit and shake my fist in a fit of rage...I want to scream. I want to shave each and everyone's heads and piss on there gaping mouths, overturn tables...governments? Stage a coup, beat the shit out of some people, drink iced tea and maim and kill and shout obscenities.

Anarchy.

You see me and you say, 'How awful!', you hear me and you say, 'The nerve!', you touch me and I'll break your neck.

It's 7:00 PM, I'm done...see you tomorrow...good night.

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I got music, and I got my earphones, and I don't have to hear the airconditioner that much...which means I won't have to get sea sick by the end of the day.

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"Oh! Get me away from here I'm dying
Play me a song to set me free"

- Get Me Away from Here I'm Dying - Belle and Sebastian



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a haiku to end the day,

the hours they drag on
my palms feel clammy and numb
hand me some tissue

thank you...

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3 days more and it's Christmas. I still have to be in the swing of things so to speak. I'm really not in the right spirits yet concerning the upcoming holidays. I don't know, maybe it'll come in due time.

Work isn't half as bad as I thought it would, at least we have music now. Some restrictions are still up, but this is work right? If there were no restrictions, then this would be a holiday in some tropical island and I wouldn't be staring at the monitor half-awake and instead I'd be having those drinks with little umbrellas on them. I'm slowly trying to get used to the fact that while it was fun 'back there', it was good while it lasted and now it's time to be mature enough to accept the way things are going and move on...or at least take things like an adult.

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By the way to boi_bitch, hope you like the tunes. I still have 2 other B&S albums in case you happen to like the first one...hehe.

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The baby kicks ass, or tummy...whatever.

Dude picks the most unholy of hours to do some calesthenics in Kim's now black and blue uterus (not that I saw it) but at the rate he/she is beating the living crap out of Kim's tummy, it should have bruises the size of bowling balls by now. He kicks at bedtime, breakfast, when we're watching TV, especially when we watch TV! I think the baby likes the sound of the TV, which reminds me, we still have to do the 'music session'...Kim and I plan to have a one-on-one session with the sea horse and just chill out to some choice music from Kim and your's trully.

I'm thinking some Iron Maiden or Venom, maybe some Metallica or Megadeth, Probot or some good old Guns N Roses to get the blood circulating?

Maybe some SLAYER!

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If my kid would be a girl...I hope she'll grow up to be like her.



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The year winds down and every day seems like a verse straight out of a Morrissey song, everyday seemed like Sunday, and in the end I have come to the conclusion that no matter how bad things get, if I can just manage to smile, then tomorrow will not be as bad as today...and I wouldn't want it any other way. The year is in it's closing, and looking back I have made some decisions that I know in the future will come back and haunt me; looking back, I have made new friends and lost some. That's the way it goes and that is how things will be in the next. I have had the pleasure of knowing first hand how it is to recieve the news that I will be a father...although come to think of it, I was the one who insisted or shall we say, convinced Kim that she was pregnant.

With it's ups and downs...this year will be remembered for a long time to come.

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Long weekend.

4 days off...I hope you can see the grin on my face.

Merry Christmas!!!

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And now for the obligatory update.

Had a 4 day reprieve from work. Nothing much really...but for all of you, here's a semi-detailed account of the 4 somewhat, uneventful days...I'm saying "semi" because I'm trying to recall the best I can, I have a splitting headache and I just don't feel like I'm a 100%...not that I ever felt like I was...I'm just not firing on all cylinders today. So bear with me.

Now where shall I start?

Okay, my holiday started on the 24th. Kim on the other hand had to work, too bad for her...I wanted to accompany her on her way to work but the urge to sleep in and stay covered in soft, cold sheets proved too much to overcome, so there she was belly bulging like she chugged down a barrel of beer all by herself...going to work alone. You can now send me some "evil husband" comments for letting a 5-month pregnant woman go alone on her way to work while her despicable, sorry excuse of a husband slept and dreamt of sniffing paint thinner.

But before you do that, I hope you can experience the "almighty sheets"...you can bet your sweet ass you coudn't resist and give in to the temptation.

In fairness, I did have something important to do that day...I had to do some favors for Kim's family so I guess you can say we're even? I went to their house where Matt (her younger brother) and I are supposed to print t-shirts for their parents who will be arriving the next day. I did some cartoons or caricatures to be more precise, got some green film for the stencil and then it was time to transfer it to the silk screen...but somehow, as if life wanted to play some prank on us, the thinner didn't work...the film was half way stuck but it never really got burned through in order for it to stick to the screen and the acetate backing to be peeled off...it was horrible.

The thinner just didn't work. We thought all lacquer thinner could do the trick...we were wrong.

Long story short, we had to go through three bottles of thinner before we found one that worked. One piece of advice, just because it says "Lacquer Thinner" on the label, it doesn't mean shit! Look for the "Mayon" brand...no I'm not plugging nor am I getting paid for the product placement, I'm just giving you a warning and making life easier for those who plan to do some silk screen printing.

For some odd reason, Mayon was all out of stock from all the hardware stores I went to. I finally bought one at Ayala Center...what gives? Did people decide to print shirts all together on the same day thus the shortage of thinner? One may never know.

Christmas Eve was okay by my standards...got some work done and made some people happy. I got to have a drink with my father and just had a good evening, talking and just spending some quality time with my parents and Kim.

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Christmas Day, had to get up early and go to the airport to pick up Kim's parents. I was still groggy from lack of sleep but it was all good...never really had the chance to get all drunk and bombed the night before.

At around noon, they arrived...as soon as they stepped out of the gate, hugs and tears were everywhere. It was good to see my in-laws again, they were so happy to be home, to see Kim and her tummy, to see all of their other children...even lazyboy went along (he was seeking refuge from an all-women party hosted by his mother at his house).

The day had an extra special meaning for Kim's family, after all that has happened this year you can sense the joy in the air, a sense of relief and then, I can safely say the healing starts. As for me, what's so special about my in-laws is that...they don't act like in-laws (not the typical in-laws anyway). Since day one they have opened their home and hearts to me, and that is one thing I will never forget and never take for granted.

While my parents were at our traditional family Christmas get-together, we spent the whole day at my in-laws, opened the presents and spent the night and some time with her parents, which was especially good for Kim

I know time will never be enough.

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The remaining 2 days sucked. I feel sick, my throat feels like it's on fire. It feels like I swallowd sand! My head hurts and my breathing is so labored.

Which brings me here, today at work...I can't smell a thing. I am dizzy as hell and I don't want to move an inch because if I do...bad things would happen. I feel tired, I hate long lay-offs because by the time you go back to work it feels like starting over again. But holidays are few and far between and I'll take them anyway I can.

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I am going down...I just know it.

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I thought I was not going to be able to report for work today. Judging from my body's signs yesterday, I expected myself to be still in bed today, this hour...instead I'm at work, typing the day's first entry. DAMN ANTIBODIES! If you guys worked, or in this case didn't do what you're supposed to I'd still be in the comfort of my room, in the snug and warm presence of my bed...in the sweet and gentle touch of those sinful sheets.

Okay, back to the program.

I'm at work, but it's not as bad as it looks. tomorrow will be the start of yet another long weekend. I'm feeling a bit better now, the occassional headaches, the drippy nose and those god awful coughs can be a bit of a nuisance from time to time, but I am holding things down, I can manage...I shall overcome! I had coffee and pizza for breakfast...cold pizza, downed 2 tablets of Vitamn C, one tablet of some multivitamin my mother in law brought (the name escapes me for now), one capsule for my cold, one for my fever and I am sucking on Strepsils, for God's sake — if that doesn't get me through the day I don't know what will?

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I just noticed that I have drawn 2 characters with only one eye, this one and the other one yesterday. It's not intentional.

hmmmm...

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Have a safe and happy New Year to everyone!

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