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the revolution of everyday life
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| magkano po? |
[06 Apr 2009|04:37pm] |
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Guided By Voices - Motor Away |
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usapang jeepney:
ako: "bossing, magkano hanggang MOA?"
driver: "Sitti."
ako: *thinks*
after a second and a half ...
ako: (shouting in my mind) "aaaaah Siyete!"
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| the man from manila |
[06 Mar 2009|08:44pm] |
"pwede" ... "saktan na yan" ... "dabarkads" ... "basura" ... "seamless na" ... just a few of the many coined phrases that me and the village posse has burned into our hearts and sensibilities.
all came from the man from manila. gritting my teeth and raising my clenched right fist into the air ... paalam ser.
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| tic tac |
[25 Oct 2007|08:58pm] |
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The Pop Group - Thief Of Fire |
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there's nothing new with me having trouble sleeping during these past few days. i reckon that as far as i can remember (back when i USED to write in me journal and back when i USED to curse a lot while doing so) ... it is not that easy for me to make a mutually lucrative arrangement with ze zandman (say whut? ze germans?). and with the past several months ebbing and flowing like one organic, malicious, hot and humid dubstep tune ... i am no longer that surprised. and last night was not that different from the rest.
i woke up to what i thought was about 30 past eleven in the evening and my brother has already gone off to his not-so-stephen-king-ish "nightshift" work. don't ask me why i surmised in such a way as to be pedantic about time. hah. time. "we are time" says one mark stewart (nice thinkin feller i might add) and i believe every word he said (or screamed rather) eventhough some of them isn't that exactly attuned to my brand of dislocation.
well, going back to me waking up. i think i was roused from sleep because of some "racket" outside my room (with my evident inability to sleep like a baby notwithstanding). when i got to my senses ... i was then able to make out a bit of what exactly is that "racket" that woke me up in the first place. then it hit me. i was hearing a child muttering some kind of jibberish secret-treehouse-language. yes ... what i thought i was hearing at that time was the sound of a child outside my bedroom window babbling wildly about non-sensical things. but reason argued that it might be our cat and her two kittens mucking about and doing the usual barrage of cat noises. but the more i analysed the sound that was being made (and with everything being pitch black as it was) ... that kind of low register, almost human, almost kid-like voice couldn't be just cats singing make out music. and as i glanced at the time ...
... it was 3 am in the freakin morning.
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| hot knives in hulme |
[13 Aug 2007|04:24pm] |
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watched a black & white control on 08|08|07 [STOP]
watched it again on 08|10|07 [STOP]
was told the news the next day [STOP] fare thee well mr. AHW [STOP]
*such a great quixotic maverick would sorely be missed* [STOP]
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| una certa partido |
[19 Sep 2006|03:46am] |
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James - Sometimes |
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hmmnnn, breaking my silence sounds a bit like the pop group
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and this is more or less how it looked like ...
a fascist take on killing a party
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| action figures |
[20 Jul 2004|12:19am] |
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The Whistle Test - Mark Smith |
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it's both amusing and infuriating to witness a play of *Supah-Staaz unfurl. they do come with fucking super-sized egos to match and the whole fucking lot ... all in their battery-operated stop & go soap opera glory.
attitudes & language each sold separately.
*superstars
p.s. i'm s t r o k i n g muh ego too for listing The Whistle Test's Mark Smith on muh music because it ain't even in muh player to begin with. but i bet no one bloody fucking cares. hell yeah.
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| if there ever is a day of the lords ... & a weird one to boot ... & it was all good |
[19 Jun 2004|10:13am] |
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Manicured Noise - Faith |
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yesterday morning ... i opened my eyes @ around 8:3o but, characteristically / not surprisingly, i slept again. i finally got up 'round 9:ish or so and realised that i had two main chores to do that day. the first was to go to the cubao office of landbank aka gondor to collect me dad's sss pension. if any of you guys have ever been to that branch you would know why i refer to it as gondor for it is INDEED the WORLD of MEN in there. "naknang pucha ang DAMING TAO!" would be the first tagalog phrase that most would say when confronted with the ridiculous sight. and the clerks don't even seem to realise the density of the people, like it's just normal & all. heck, mordor would suit it better but that would just be going overboard ... like using a bazooka to kill roaches.
a typical landbank scene:
me (thinking to myself): ayos, number 19 letter d ang nakuha ko. hmmnn, (looks @ the digital count) 24 ... pwede. malapit na.
me: "boss anong letter na po ba? d na po ba yan?"
guard (shaking his head): "ay nako, tsk tsk tsk, nasa b pa yan ser."
me (mumbling): ... d u r o g ...
the other one on top of the to-do-list was to go to meralco to pay the regular bill clinton for electricity consumption.
so i got up and went on to do some household stuff first while my sister was preparing herself for her day. i then put on some nice back g muzack to get me in ze mood for ze tasks. it suddenly occured to me that ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) donimo was also on his way to work so i conspired with tha comrade so we can catch the ride to the city together ala beatles minus two. the fx fare hasn't changed yet so it's all good.
jeepney fare would now set you back by: 16.5o php - vs. - fx taxi making you 2o.oo php poorer.
simple math naman kahit papaano.
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the trek was pleasant of course since we had a lot to talk about and more to laugh @ and even more to get ourselves all riled up about. *fuck that last line was very irritating & exhausting to write*
things like tv commercials, radio commercials, the euro 2004, work, having no work, linkin park vs. filter, going to fwet dela musik, nice bands who cover bad songs, bad songs covered by nice ones, unexpected covers, new wave show bands, a metal band name, baaaaah humbug you get tha picture.
eric: "pare magbigay ka nga ng magandang cover song ng isang banda."
me: "yung cover ng pixies ng head on ng jesus & mary chain"
eric: "potah wag yun astig yun eh."
me: "eh ano ba ang hanap mo?"
eric: "yung sikat ... alam mo na yun."
me: "eh di yung cover ng rivermaya sa coldplay."
eric: "pwede ... pero dehin naman challenging yun eh! alam mo na kasi kung bakit."
me: "eh ano nga?!? ah alam ko na! yung xtc covered by mandy moore. 1-2-3-4-5! senses working overtime!"
eric: "oo ayus talaga yun. sige magbigay ka pa ng iba."
me: *tahimik*
eric: *hagikhik*
we also talked about a conversation that i had with a friend of ours. we were toying with the idea of anti-christening a fictional metal band of ours with the name © musk. it may or may not be the philippine's answer to mastodon. but not because musk sounds a tad like tusk. hehe. it's because of one thing: "pare, amoy pa lang mamang mama na!"
we sang Seiko Seiko Wallet's jingle while approaching katipunan. and YC bikini brief still rocks! for those old enough to remember (sing it with me):
"YC bikini brief. YC bikini brief. YC bikini brief. for the man who packs a whallop!"
the story says that the client wanted the copywriter to use the brand name exactly three times. it just so happened that the client liked the result which was originally meant as a joke by the author. & who the hell would be creative enough to use the word whallop in an ad for men's underwear? ang jeenyuus!
& before we were able to say bahay-ni-kiko-pantalon-ni-kiko-brief-ni-kiko-belt-ni-kiko-singsing-ni-kiko ... we were in cubao ... paw-ku-ku-kupaw!
after parting ways with my deliciously sarcastic friend whose quips i really would love to quote time & time again, i arrived @ landbank and got myself a riveting surprise. THERE WERE ALMOST NO PEOPLE THERE!!! ... 'cept for the staff of course. it was almost surreal to witness 90% of the seats empty dumpty. i then settled the business with breeze & ease (in a no-underwear kind of way) and proceeded to the long wallk to meralco near the ali-mall for the next stop wonderland.
finishing the main objectives was like the reality equivalent (if you are the terrorist) of killing the V.I.P. immediately in Counterstrike™. clocking @ a very handsome 2o minutes and some 7 seconds, getting those two out of the way in that kind of time-span is quite a bodyslam. something that even andre the giant would take seriously.
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mood: h u n g r y
location: ali-mall's fastfood area
after buying some food, i was perusing for a seat & a table. since the place was quite filled up i contented myself with a table-chair combo that had a tray left and a plastic cup of softdrink still there. i automatically read the label on the cup. hmmnnn, hen-lin ... i was starting to doubt my choice but fuck ... siomai or siopao (asado vs. bola-bola?) was not on my list of consumables that day. as i was eating, this old man (well let's just say that he's old man #01) sat down beside me and grabbed that same leftover plastic cup and started DRINKING from it. shit! was that his or did i just witness a man come up to a table, not minding the other beside him, and then take sips from a cup with almost no refreshment left like it was just the normal thing to do. and he sat there all the while staring @ me. i offered him some food but he just fucking sat there ... without a word and drinking from a cup whose only contents are melting ice. that was creepy.
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i boarded a ride bound for home and slept most of the time. it's really easy for me to lull myself to sleep even while inside public transport and DESPITE the gorilla-style driving of the drivers. nearing gate 2, i decided to drop by glen's barbershop to get muh dose of the usual kwentong barbero.
me: "seph, asan si glen?"
joseph (meddling with his cellphone): "nako! wala sila! kanina pa. madami silang naka-motor. naligo yata eh."
me (dumbfounded): "naligo?"
joseph: "oo."
me: "ay! nag-swimming! hehe."
boy that was slow. seems that conversing to the fast-talking barber with a cellphone & a red scooter wasn't enough to shake me from my drowsiness. but if that didn't do it then what happened next did:
when i was on my way home, i saw this old man (let's call him old man #02) approaching me. just when he was right in front of me, he suddenly came to a jerky halt and started shouting "Putang-ina kang bata ka!!! ... *(#$^&$)@@*#) garbled ... LABANOS CONSORTIUM!!!" and then (as sudden as his stop was) went on his merry way.
shit, i did not know why he started shouting @ me. mebbe because i was semi-singing semi-mumbling franz ferdinand's now MTV-worthy (yeesh) song take me out. mebbe he wanted to take me out. fuck i still don't know why he shouted. "AM I DEVIL BOY OR SOMETHING!?!? TELL MEE!!!" but i can understand why he said CONSORTIUM because i was wearing this:
worn out old skool shirt
dunno bout tha LABANOS thing though coz i ain't white. i'm bronze remember?
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i then came home, turned on the TV and just fucking laughed.
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| the number of the beast is 3 |
[16 Jun 2004|12:49pm] |
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yiii ... detroit's got soul!
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on a side note ... this is more or less how i looked like ...
"wipe that smile of yer face" aka "i'm on drugs!!!"
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| back off fucker you are stepping on my feet |
[31 Mar 2004|07:13am] |
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yung 5 seconds sa Batch 81 |
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The Pop Group - Forces Of Opression |
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random violent thoughts directed at the mirror ala 25th hour :
putang-ina mo! wag mo akong aaggrabyaduhin at puta talagang itutumba kita. tangina ka wag kang maangas. at sino ka ba? ni hindi nga kita kilala eh! ulitin mo pa yan at kung maii-spottan ko ang anino mo ay kokonekta ang ipin mo sa sahig. hindi araw araw ang birthday mo ungas.
on other news:
it's so fucking hot. but the sweat never felt that good in a fucking loooong loooong time.
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| takbo lakad - muni muni: a one act play |
[29 Mar 2004|04:38am] |
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My Bloody Valentine - Sometimes |
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eksena #001:
alam ko nang mamamatay ako ng gutom. pero nagugutom na ako ngayon. ibig sabihin ba nun eh mamamatay na ako?
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| hah! inosente lang ang nagtataka |
[25 Mar 2004|09:56am] |
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The Wuds - Inosente Lang Ang Nagtataka |
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The Wuds - At Nakalimutan Ang Diyos (Akasha)
i have been listening to this for the l o n g e s t time now ... my younger brother's tattered reminder of our shadows. & constant abuse hasn't done any good to the sound quality ... just like eric's very potent *window*peeking*ghost-inviting sabbat copy.
f u c k e r.
such is the tragedy that is the cassette tape. but the music still packs a fucking punch. after all these years these blokes still sound as dangerous as before. i hear that, after the may elections, they will hopefully release a new record. hmmnn, i wonder how it will sound like? mebbe bobby balingit's dalliance with his very own jazz cabal (juan isip) will spell a new direction for the wuds in a way which is reminiscent of what the ethnic faces have done with their music. nineteen ninety five's dekada was a funk laden 9 steps and a half-away from their 10 of another kind sound.
but it was all good.
so whatever the wuds come up with next ... i just hope that it can still scorch me to the fucking ground. inosente lang ang nagtataka was one of those songs where you can listen to it with a burning candle and it can really set you free. or if not @ least it can make you wanna stand up, shiver and shake like an idiot and punch the next guy in the leather trousers beside you ... yeah that one in front of the old lady with the shotgun.
too bad that song is even older than the album pictured above. imagine hearing gang of four when you were a kid and not let it light your world on fire. just impossible. for me that is.
a tattered patch just like "no flag no race"
while cleaning a part of my horribly disemboweled asthmatic room ... i knocked over an old plastic container that stored some bits of yellow-colored paper and the one above. fuck it made me smile. suntukan na! hehehe.
i really should divert my attention onto more important things than this. i'm starting to look like a wide-eyed slanted and non-enchanted version of the potato. fuckin no personality at all. well at least i can type.
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| manila waters ... gospel yeh yeh! |
[24 Mar 2004|03:03am] |
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yesterday, i came by tha local office of tha waterworks that supply us with life-giving watah (supposedly). tha process was new to me since we didn't have water running through tha pipes back at home ever since we were kids. tha old order (nawasa) weren't able to lay sufficient or adequate pipe architecture to enable water to come up steep mountain passes. well, that's tha politics of living on tha highlands in tha third world. anyway, it went by smoothly ... but with tha following amusing dialogue:
me: ser, baket ganun yung tubig? kulay tsaa siya?
the dood: ah yun? (kalmado) baka nasobrahan lang sa gamot.
me: (nalilito) ah ganun po ba?
me thinking to myself: hindi ba masama yun?
( grainy subtitles )
but i've got to hand it to him. he has tha calm & confused look of tha dood-who-just-woke-up-because-it's-easy-to-sleep-here-and-it's-fucking-noon-you-moron down to tha shiny hilt. beneath that calm exterior is a mind still drooling in his sleep in a night of the living dead way. soft and chewy just like Mentos. mmmmnnnnn.
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| stinkin thinkin |
[20 Mar 2004|06:32am] |
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alangya, mahilig palang kumanta yung mga manok habang nag-iinuman sila ng gin ... bago sila dalhin sa slaughterhouse.
"i wish i was a bird ... BUT I'M NOT A BIRD!!!"
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| i'm not talking about reservoir dog brown ... but more of a death metal black |
[10 Mar 2004|05:21pm] |
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listening to black flag
eating nestle non-stop black ice cream
staring at tha eyes of tha resident black cat
and contemplating about my currently darker brown skin. anyone care 'bout tha ganguro style yo?
as always, i'm @ my usually fucking silly self.
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| premonition ammunition |
[10 Mar 2004|03:13pm] |
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Black Flag - Damaged |
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my life is more than a tad humid right now. a storm is coming.
no need to lick the wind or to taste the gladiator dirt even.
or mebbe that's just the asthma talking.
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| a short conversation |
[10 Mar 2004|02:48pm] |
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Jesus & Mary Chain - My Little Underground |
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a friend of mine went up to me and said:
freund: pare, tangina ang itim mo na!
me: tangina men hindi ako maitim ... BRONZE ako!
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| bring out tha necronomicon |
[29 Jan 2004|03:24pm] |
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Suicidal Tendencies - Alone |
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Napalm Death - Utopia Banished (Earache) Morbid Angel - Abominations Of Desolation (Earache)
last night i fuckin' had trouble sleeping. i swear i could make out a figure standing outside my bedroom window. it was just there staring at me! for crying out loud willya stop it!!! even with my eyes closed i can feel it's damp cold gaze. fucking A!
mebbe it's because i brought out all my metal cassettes again (for cleaning and playback purposes) from the ol' proverbial casket and the creature just couldn't resist reminscing about the good old metal daze when you have tapes of morbid angel, sabbat, napalm death, etc. just lying around basking under it's creepy line of sight. mebbe it even shed a tear of nostalgia. but fuck, stop scaring me aight!?! when i used to listen to my old tapes, i usually hear my name being faintly called out and when i stand to see who is at the gate there is nobody there.
it's not like our house doesn't have it's fair share of inhabitants (besides us silly). there was one time in the bathroom (not in fucking band camp) that my sister overheard excited voices of little children playing around our house and there isn't any single fuckin' kid within the confines of our block ... not even with a thousand yard stare ... well almost i guess.
fuckin' good ol' metal. bring tha noise i say ...
on an unrelated tangent:
"Je m'appelle Marco" ... so this is how it feels to be like a student again.
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| in on the kill taker |
[26 Jan 2004|04:14pm] |
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an old cassette tape
putang ina wag mo akong aagrabyaduhin ... itutumba kita
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| rest in peace dood |
[22 Oct 2003|07:28pm] |
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a moment of silence for elliott smith
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