All P[sick]ed Up.

Part-times and Past times.

Psycho Boy — Fri, 15 May 2009 05:36:56 +0000

I’ve been blurting here how my summer have been worse. and for the past week, it went all worse when my mom started nagging me to find a part-time job. She went with her dlsu-tuition-is-so-high-and-i-don’t-want-to-support-you-anymore-coz-it’s-hard lecture on me at least twice a day. I hated how things are all money-driven in our family and how my mom can be so awfully nagging, and now i even hated them more for this. I know, they only want the best for me, but i do really hate how they deliver that to me.

So yeah, i’ve been job hunting for the past week, and all i can say is that it’s hard. Yes, hard as stone. Hard as a dick of a pervert. Interview here, interview there, competition everywhere. But luckily enough, i was able to get through some of the job interviews i went to. I’m just waiting for the company to give me a date so that i can start working as soon as possible.

Oye. Moolah, here i come.

Anyway, i was lucky to have a breather from all the shit i’ve been going through. That is, i’ll be watching the big concert of the two Davids tomorrow. I’m sure it’ll be fun fun fun.

Summer has been evaporating my Sanity.

Psycho Boy — Sat, 02 May 2009 00:39:19 +0000

Summer has been incredibly boring for me so far. I’ve been stuck at home for two weeks now without neither a single penny nor a dvd to watch. Add to that, our cable operator has decided to cut down our subscription to the cheapest one with only 23 channels without prior notice. Worst, they’ve removed the GOOD channels and replaced it with channels I barely knew existed. Geddemn, they replaced Animax with Arirang! Dang. Our house has turned practically into my personal idealization of hell, and this season is turning me into a sedentary big blob of flabs.

However, summer is not all bad for me. It made me think and imagine a lot lately. I’ve been imagining and creating stories to beat off both the heat and the boredom. And one of the things I’ve pondered upon on is about my life experiences. It may sound cliché, but I’ve realized that life has taught me a lot more lessons than my whole college experience. Life has taught me lessons far more valuable and important compared to lectures about chemistry and all that shit. Which made me think: have I been wasting 120,000 grand for the past 3 years just to see bitches crush little kids’ dreams?

Promises never come true because they are really meant to be broken. It’s pretty basic, and I am sure all of you who read this know this fact. If you disagree, I’ll be willing to watch you fail in life.
Love screws up your life. You fall in love, a bunch of promises sprung up, then voila! Promises broken and you become an instant useless zombie drowning in your own tears.
But then again, love can give you a happy, fairy tale life. It depends on the person you love, actually. If you love someone who’s shitty, then prepare your ass for some hardcore buttkick. If not, then good for you.
It’s always an either or world. You simply can’t have it all, even if you overdose on that pill advertised by Edu.
The easiest place to find bitches is in a school. Most of the time they spend their time there pretending to be an intellectual so that they can legitimize their lifelong goal to decimate whatever dreams their slaves students have.
Good quality professors are hard to come by, and in order to secure a seat in their class, extreme measures must be taken, like seducing your college’s respective academic assistants.
Most of the brightest ideas come from the dirtiest of all places.
Not all that glitters is gold. Some are just aluminum foils.
We all live in a superficial world where, sadly, money is the lord and religion is the escape.
We are bound in flesh and earth. We can never be too holy.

Yeah, right. Never too holy.

So much for Juices.

Psycho Boy — Fri, 01 May 2009 12:02:17 +0000

Another start, another blog. Here i am, starting a new blog which is doomed to be extinct in about two to three months. For a moment here, blogging seemed to be a strange thing to me again. I feel so strange doing something which has been much a part of me since. Maybe because it’s been a long time since i last clicked that publish button on that old crappy blogger account of mine.

So i haven’t been blogging for awhile now. What happened, you may ask. Well, it seems that my old blog just died a natural death, that is, i fell out of the will and creativity to write. It’s as if it’s been preset that on that exact date i’d suddenly lose my juices so that i can’t write even a single cohesive paragraph that makes sense. And however hard i try to breathe some life into it, it just won’t work. So I figured to just let it die, give it an honorable, natural death and let it be buried until no one could remember it, ever.

Add to that, i have been so busy being enslaved to the academic world. Assignments, quizzes, projects and all that shit have been plaguing my schedule. Constant threats of failures and successive terror professors have kept me at bay. As much as i wanted to kill those terror professors to buy me some time, i can’t because the law says it’s illegal since it violates animal rights. Screw the law.

But yeah, here i am again, blurting my mind out like there’s no tomorrow. I’m back to ‘ye old habit y’all. I’m blogging again, and hopefully i’ll be blogging again as long as i could. I’ll try to update this shit as much as i could. And as soon as i figure wordpress out, which is still relatively new to me, i might be moving to miy own domain. Might. So yeah, welcome me back.