Friday, January 11, 2008

project status

our current status in our project is great. our teamwork is outstanding. their morale is being raised by our theme song - "One Step Closer" by Linkin Park.

Monday, December 10, 2007

Bayot and Bading

Bayot: Charmos! Chagarot in da chuvaness na itich! Gets mo ba, sister? Ay mader naman! You have to know the latest echus in da eck eck! You know what, sis? Ang mga ever na itich, nag-chagarot dun sa you know naman dat, mader daba?

Bading: WHAAAT?!! Charing naman dat! Is that chika chagarot? Oh my God, mader! You know na man what dis chuvaness ever eck-eck na itich means, daba?

Bayot: Of course, sister! By the ways, your echus looks itich this araw ha!

Bading: Oh really? So char na man you! You pala sister, eck-eck-full ang chuvaness mo ngayon day! So itich! Anyways naman, did you... you know naman dat, daba?

Bayot: Ano ba naman yang chinuchuva mo, my dear? Paki-echus naman dat ha.

Bading: (faggot giggle)

Bayot: Ah! Naku naman you ha! Chinagarot mo na lang sana, nagets ko pa. Anyways, dala ko ang chervaloo, siyempre! Never ko naman yan ma-itich basta ineck-eck moko e. Daba naman?

Bading: Very good ka talaga, mader! Ang itich mo talaga! Nako! So ano na man now? Let's chuva eck-eck na?

Bayot: You know na man me, mader daba? I'm chagarot when you are!

Bayot and Bading: (look at each other)... MGA ITICH, TO THE CHERVALOO PARA MAKA-ECHUS NA!!! YAY! (enter gaybar)

[For those who did not understand a single sentence..... deal with it. It's your sorry-ass problem. But don't worry. That's okay since that makes two of us. Anyway, thanks for reading and may you have a very good day today!]

Sunday, December 9, 2007

Box o' Choclets

Forrest Gump used to say, "Laf iz lak a box o' choclets. Ya'l neva know what ye'l eva get." I've always loved that famous movie quote. Who wouldn't? I mean, it's the dumbest thing I've ever heard! I think everyone knows what you'll get from a "box o' choclets"! Of course you get chocolates from a box of chocolates! What else did Forest Gump expect when he was opening his? Ten or twenty bite-size pieces of shit?! Wow... Now that would really disprove my sorry ass! Well anyways, I've made my point and I rest my case. Thank you all for your time and I hope you all have a nice day today. (bow!)

Saturday, December 8, 2007

05 Track 5

I'm in bed, staring at the ceiling. Wow... Why am I in my room? I don't know. The calendar! I check it out. June 6, 2006. This must be one hell of a day. I can't remember anything 24 hours back. Crap!... I look at my watch. 1:37. I look outside. The sky displayed a dark orange tint. Dawn. Shit! Why the fuck am I awake at dawn?! Wow... I usually wake up at one in the afternoon and any earlier than that is nothing short of a fucked up miracle. And God! Am I tired or what? Hell! If I'm tired, then I didn't get any damn sleep at all! Wait. I don't remember not being able to sleep. Or do I?...

Come to think of it, I've been insomniac for like six days now. No, six weeks? Six months maybe? Wow... How is it that I can't remember anything?! Crap. I need sleep. No, I want to sleep! And to do that I need some milk, "MOM!! I CAN'T SLEEP! GIVE ME A GLASS OF MILK!!! MOOOM!!! FUCKING TIRED HERE!!!" Shit. The bitch is dead asleep. This sucks. I'm getting my own milk. I stand up to leave my room. Fuck.

What the hell?! The floor's all wet! God, this is gross. What in the world is this? Spit? Paint? Hell, my clothes are soaked in the stuff! Dammit!... Why am I still wearing my school clothes? What happened this evening anyway? Man, this stuff is thick! Shit. I'm getting my milk!

I start to feel my way through the darkness. Too troublesome to turn the lights on. I leave my room and start down the stairs.God, the stuff's everywhere! I walk across our living room. Wait, someone's lying on the floor next to the sofa. Not bothering to go near, I squint my eyes to get a clear view. Shit. Who is that? The hell! I'm getting my milk and my sleep.

Finally, I'm in the kitchen! That took a lot longer than I fucking thought. I open the fridge and look for the pitcher where the milk usually is. What's that in the pitcher? Something huge and round was floating inside. Shit. I don't fucking care anymore! I just wanna get some sleep. After taking the pitcher, I grab a glass and pour in the milk. I start drinking. Wow... This milk's pretty thick. It's kind of sweet too. I keep drinking...

"AAAAAH!!!" I hear a scream from the living room. I placed the glass and the pitcher on the table and looked. Somebody's turned the lights on in the living room. Then the kitchen lights turned on. Somebody small stood at the kitchen door. It was Lucy, my sister. She looked at me, then at the table where the pitcher and glass stood. She gasped and started to cry. "Kuya! What have you done?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!!" she shouted at me. "Lucy. Wait. What's wrong?" I walked to her. "STOP! DON'T COME NEAR ME! STOP!" she screamed with fear clearly etched on her face like a rigid mask. I stopped.

What the hell was going on?!! I looked at Lucy, who was staring at the table, eyes wide with shock and horror. I glanced at the table. The milk. It wasn't milk at all. It was blood. The pitcher. A head was floating in it. My mother's head, wide-eyed and lifeless. I started to remember. Everything. It was all coming back in a second. What I did. Why I did it. When I did it. And how I did it... "Oh." I finally said, slightly surprised. I touched my lips, which was drinking blood a while ago. Still wet... "Oh." That was all I could say. I looked at the kitchen doorway where Lucy stood frozen with fear. I smiled. I remembered exactly where I left the cleave. I picked it up from the sink without even looking at it. Keeping my gaze on Lucy, sweet sweet Lucy; I started to walk to her, smiling...