WITHOUT MY LAPTOP, I WILL DIE

I am virtually crippled. The power adaptor of my laptop conked out on me and no computer shop in this godforsaken city sells it. And the only shop that does is charging me Php7,000. punyeta, adaptor lang yan bakit mas mahal pa sa share ko ng rent???

I have deadlines to meet and a personal writing project to begin. Without my laptop, I am nothing. L I might as well jump off the building and have myself be thrown into the tar pit of eternal damnation. I want to die. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SO HERE'S MY NEW LOOK. IT BRINGS A CERTAIN CALM TO MY OTHERWISE VIOLENT RANTINGS.

HOWEVAH, I HAVE YET TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO TAKE OUT THAT ICKY TITLE UP THERE. SUBTLE SPEECH? BADUY HA. I'M ALSO WONDERING WHY MY SHOUT OUTS ARE ON THE FAR SIDE OF THE WHITE TEXT BOX.

SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. :)

SEND ME EMAIL AT ness_doctor@yahoo.com. I NEED THIS DAMN THING UP AND RUNNING BY NEXT WEEK.

THANKS!

by the way, I DID warn that the comments on my former blog would be deleted, right?

NU ROCK AWARDS NAAAA!!!!

okay. i admit i haven't been to any, ever. but since the opportunity came and supercomposer Anj Villegas gave me not just one, but TWO VIP TICKETS, naisip ko... this is it. hahahaha!

Fine, fine. I know for some people that access to the VIP section is no big a deal, but I'm getting semi-starstruck (and I'm not even there yet). Weeeeeeee!!!

it's at the World Trade Center. I've never even been to the WTC either! Kawawang bata. Feeling ko first day of school. Sheesh.

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Please note that I will be changing the look of my blog soon to allow for links to my blogging friends :) I hope to finish it this week. The comments on the shout outs box may be deleted due to the change.

IS THIS EVENTOLOGY?

So you must be wondering what happened with me and Mandy Moore. I’d say it was a near-hit. And no, I don’t mean HIT as in me brushing shoulders with her and all that shit, but HIT meaning me seeing her in person, albeit meters away. I would like to die now, please kill me.

I was just falling in line (I arrived at 9pm), elbowing my way into the stinking mad crowd when Mandy’s sweet voice boomed through the speakers. Yes, folks. She was already performing and I was still in line, trying to salvage myself from the leering eyes of hiphopping honchos who probably forgot to brush their teeth (and take a bath!).

I was trying to drown out the noise of the jologging crowd around me who were yelling “ayay putang-ina may snatser!” or “woohoo mandeeeeee! Ay lab yu!”. I tried to listen to her, I really did. But at the heightened part of her Can We Still Be Friends rendition, a wannabe at my side tried to sing along, causing all my auditory organs to come at a complete standstill. Come on, it’s Mandy’s turn to sing, go take your freaking concert where your mom is so she can applaud you!

To make the story short, I was still outside when she finished her number. As soon as my feet (trampled on and bruised) stepped inside the yero-contained field, I was already looking at Francis M. Why oh why oh why???

Anyway, the MTV Summit was a blast altogether but I didn’t stick around long to enjoy the rest of the party. Because I came late, all the food stalls had been cleaned out and I was damn hungry. I had to leave an hour after I got in. I needed food, baby! I only went as far as seeing Parokya ni Edgar perform the overplayed Mister Swabe. And with all the jologging’s dancing around, I knew I had to get out. FAST.

And so there goes what I thought would be a peaceful viewing of the newest teen sensation. I got home at 10:30PM and resigned to my usual hobby of staring at the bare wall.

Should I say “yey” now?

*Text just got in. I’m going to the NU Rock Awards. Hmm… this I expect to be more brutal than the Summit. But I’m going anyway. Wish me a controlled temper and a temporary lapse in profanity.

No this is not blasphemy

When the Catholic Church said women who committed abortion can only confess their “sin” to a specific high priest, did they mean such “sin” is now forgiveable? Won’t it only decrease the fear of commission knowing that at the end of the so-called grave deed, a priest is available to absolve them of it? (I read an article on this on the PDI this week)

Now this is one of the reasons why I choose not to attend mass. The Church has become so inconsistent with its rules I don’t know what to follow and believe anymore. I do have a God and believe in Him. What I do not believe, however, is that the one-hour spiel of memorized chants could relieve of my burdens for the week. That’s insane. Does God really want His people to say the same things over and over? Wouldn’t he prefer that we take a more personalized (and sincere) approach?

Now I grew up with a Catholic school education and have been trained to memorize every song, verse, and whatever imaginable. I can effectively defend the Church’s stand on the issue using the lessons I extracted from school. But I made the choice. And my choice is to ask when things are not clear.

Frankly, right now, matters are far from apparent.