Ken Lee

Summer is over for bums like me. I don’t know about everyone else but my first day in class isn’t that thrilling. I saw the same faces with the exception to few because some of my “block mates” as everyone addresses it isn’t there to start off. They’re probably somewhere, and “somewhere” means inside a mall, lover’s house, friend’ house, party, a club or other places that is considered cool and hip sociable. I don’t give a heck about it actually as I like my life without those amusements. Back to the topic. I went with my friends all the way throughout the whole entire day. Same goes as usual; we attended classes and ate our lunch. Since St.Paul University is full of quality entertainment that we all can trust, we killed ourselves out of boredom. It’s unexpectedly hot today and that added to our annoyance. The air-conditioning was working except for one itsy-bitsy problem; the air coming out of our air-con was hot as me hell. I really want some enjoyment and that’s the least thing I could ask for.

After three subjects were done we head back to our computer lab where everybody can kung-fu fighting! (This means everything goes as our computer subject has no rules whatsoever.) I slept a little and listened to some lectures and watched our teacher do some nifty magic tricks. I was amused for a second, which was about 1.5 second, until my boredom strikes again. When my class was over I rushed to V.Mapa (take note, we went to SM not to that red building) to be with my girl (OOOHHH YEAAAAH!) and the rest was history.

Lesson Learned? Boredom produces boring posts.

cEsTlalalalaVIE!

Welcome to the NHK

Wouldn’t it be nice if we can perfectly be the person that we really and truly want to be? Have a perfect family, live in the perfect house, drive your dream car with your perfect girlfriend/boyfriend along with you, have the money to buy every inch of your humanly desires, have the perfect body and have the perfect looks to accommodate it. We all want to be inside a comic book or a fairy tale and rescue the damsel in distress from the witch or a dragon. We all want to be the one who’s grinning when “The End” comes and say that we did have a happy ending. We all want perfection, but this world of ours is far from being perfect.

From my perspective, I too dream of a perfectly normal life in a sense that being normal is the epitome of excellence. I like to see people that are living their lives normally. They don’t need much money to accompany their everyday needs and they certainly don’t need adult magazines to satisfy their “other” necessities. I think that it’s rather nice to have people around you doing stuff that are less extraordinary, for instance, having a conversation to solve problems. This morning, as I was about to have breakfast, I was watching T.V (having this poker face which is normal) and I tuned in on this news/morning variety program. They interviewed the two most important men in the company which supplies our everyday electricity. I started to wonder why those two men hates each other throats so much that they were literally shouting their opinions and demanding that their sides are the truth of all the trade. They were talking, and occasionally yelling, at the same time. Conversations are normally meant to solve problems in a nice and cozy way. However, the conversation I watched this morning was all out weird and not in any way whatsoever “Godknowswhat!” normal…

Maybe it’s human nature as we speak. We pummel and eat and mate simultaneously and in the end we all die and rot and we are eaten by a bacteria of some sort and finally we will be a waste of those bacteria that ate our flesh, life sure is good.

When I think about life not being normal to me it makes me slouchy and lazy. Probably I hate facing and having difficulties in my own life. I just want to go to sleep and stay being asleep or just disappear or even die but dying and disappearing is such a hassle so I think I’m gonna scratch those ideas.

To be exact, I like living normally and having 3 or 5 normal meals a day. I consider myself normal even though I don’t take drugs, drink alcohol and smoke. I like to have normal but informative conversations. I like to see people doing things in a normal fashion. I don’t have that perfect car to drive yet but I think being able to ride public vehicles and other transportations isn’t that bad. I still want to hibernate to escape our perfectionist society and I still don’t like the idea of dying and being eaten by other organisms. I don’t think conspiracies exist but I believe in bad luck. But if ever conspiracy do exist then welcome to the NHK (that’s the worst way to end a post).

Ce’st La Vie

Hello World!

    My emo post is not yet done but still I’m posting this already!? Shame, shame. Well, I think I’m not going to update my blog for a while because we’re getting out of our school/house and finally moving to a house without being it a school. What’s worst is that our supposedly internet connection thingy is not yet done for delivery so I guess I’ll have to wait for a month or two to go back to blogging again (All Hail DSL!) .I swear that I’m almost finish with my other posts and apparently they are ready to read but for this reason I can’t freakin’ post it. As Carlo would’ve say “This look like shit!” or “You look like shit!”, either way something smells like shit. Oh! Shit…This is quite depressing. It’s like eating and enjoying a box of popcorn, chewing every bits of it while waiting for it to cover your whole mouth with its poppy goodness and all of a sudden a kernel came rushing in and is stuck in your throat, choking you to death, leaving you with no choice but to pray and gasp for more air while you still can. The horror.

 

I think that’s it, Hope to update this cr@p sometime. Peace!

If there’s a will, it’s better to be late than patience is a virtue and so as will, therefore I conclude that…..cool!

I have been feeling very lazy lately and supposedly I am a bit busy due to my school responsibilities and household work, not to mention, I’m forced to be a C.A.T facilitator in our school with or without help from someone (If someone is kind enough to help me manage those little b@stards I would be grateful and please take note that lunch, afternoon and before dismissal snacks will be absolutely free. Just be sure that you’re really good at teaching fragile kids how to properly tie their shoelaces, if not then your moral or financial support will be much appreciated.) Anyway, that’s probably the reason why I’m not blogging for several months now. For anyone who missed me, well then thank you and please say ‘AYE!”, but for those who don’t say “NAY!” then kindly get a rusty blade and cut your wrist. I hope to blog more in the near future, don’t forget to spare some time here to look for further updates. PEACE!

Ces’t La Vie….

Time Check, 11:48 and very hungry….

………..feeling a tad useless…….nevermind me, just think about you…….See you……..

Grrr! Whaaaa! BOOOM! BABUM!

Note: This happened at august 8 or 9 or whatever number before 10. So morning came and I’m shoving myself to wake-up early and perhaps start my day right. I picked up my cell and text my one and only Stellar™ a morning greeting. By that moment I saw the clock striking at 5 so I rushed and took a spine-chilling bath. It took me 20 minutes to finish my bath because I had to drench my feet first so that my body would be somewhat immune to the coldness of the water. The water was freakin’ cold!!! When I pour a bucketful of water in my head it made my whole body frozen solid like a pork-chop inside a freezer. My whole body was numb after that dreaded bath, even my sticky mucus (inside my nose) was made into a booger snow-cone. Free refreshments? Anyone?  When I finished my digital bathe, I scuttled inside my room where I think a couple of warmth is available. I was like “OMG! I’ll be late!!! ONOZ!!!” after seeing the time in my trusty wall clock. It’s almost 6 and still I haven’t even dressed yet. I hurried and hastened and charged so that I can make it in time. I put my uniform on and on and on and so much on. Then I ate my breakfast for like 3 minutes cause’ it’s almost 6:30 back then and I’m imagining things wouldn’t go my way. After my satisfying breakfast, I flew over our vehicle and told my dad to “SUCK IT UP!” and drive fast. Be careful what you wish for,eh; he did drove fast. I almost threw up because of his “initial D” style of drifting. But things are better said than done, we actually arrived at santolan within 29 minutes or so. Maybe that crazy driving thingy can come in handy.  I ran up and down along the santolan stairs and I almost tripped (hahaha! Whew!). After I went down the stairs of the over-pass I attacked teh guards who were at that time inspecting the bags of the unwary L.R.T passengers. I let them inspect my bag and then I take a hold of my ticket and I guess you know the later events. Inside the L.R.T I felt my sweat rushing around my forehead because I knew that I will not make it on time. My brain is yelling “WTF! OMG! ROFTL! STFU! SOS! SOP! ASAP! LOL! LI! POP!”. I’m preparing myself to face the biggest infamy of my lowly college life. This is hopeless because of the fact that it’s almost 7:30 (My 1^st period starts at 7:30) and I’m still picking my nose and biting my nails because I’m 4 stations away from my supposed to be destination. And yes I can smell the stench of my fried eggs.  At last, it’s already 7:26 and I think I can make it if I just make haste and run for my life. Well, I did make a run for it and I almost tripped again. But what the heck!!? Who cares!?As long as I make it on time by Nathan’s name I will gladly trip on anything! To make the long story shorter than the shortest short, I did manage to make it in time and the only thing that prevents me in doing so is the closed door of our classroom. If I open this stupid door I’ll be saved and my efforts will not be put to waste. Now, I think it’s time to finish this sh*t and proceed to my everyday agenda. Here goes nothing, as I open the door a big block of cr*p swipes my enthusiasm. The conclusion? No classes people. Ya’ll can just go home and sleep. SHEEZ!   GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The reasons behind why can’t I concentrate at the given lectures during class hours?

1. Thinking about my Stellar (Hey! Can you blame me?? I Love her so much…^^)
2. Thinkin’ about “animu” (Damn Morita sempai!!!! That ain’t cool!!! Go hang-out with Haruhi won’t you!!!? You two both love to traumatize Lolis!!!)
3. L.S.S (“The I.V and your hospital bed, this was no accident this was a therapeutic chain of events.”)
4. Laughing my lungs out because of some random and unexpected quotes from no other than teh Profs. (i.e: “Pherpek”, “That’s the way to go”, “Phenisss”, “Kay?”, “did you get dat?”, etc.)
5. Being deprived inside my sleepy-state. (Nakakaantok kaya yung lessons!!)   
6. Starvation.
7. Agenda: *insert something here*
8. “I wanna go HOME!!!”
9. Marvel vs. Capcom
10. Gummy bears of J.P (Ang daya mu!!! Kapag ako humingi ng gummy bears wala kang binibigay!!!)
11. Kapukino of Ivan.
12. Boy Abunda
13. Tito Piccolo’s suspicious smiles.
14. John Lapus…~.^
15. ???
16.  Profit

   Ce’st La Vie…

Monthsary TIME!!!!

This one’s short and simple: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH STELLAR!!! ^^

THANKS FOR ANOTHER MONTH OF LOVE!!! ^^

You can’t keep a good b@stard down…

Sheez! For how many times would I christen a new post as a “Comeback?” or “Welcome back…again?” subject? I’m getting tired of writing comeback posts that makes me feel sh!tty or cr@ppy (And yeah, thanks Ben for pointing out that this blog is barely updated.) Looks like I need to make things work again. Anyhow, if someone is interested in knowing why the heck did I temporarily abandoned https://koifish.wordpress.com a.k.a “stark, raving, sick, sad, little blog” ? Well, Glad you asked. You see from the start, things weren’t very clear to me. I have this emotional turmoil to face and what’s worst is that my a$$ terribly itches. So in other words, I have to face Teh So Colled “EMO breakdown” and at the same time scratch my but* which is rather hard considering that school is a killer and my mom is a monster. So anyway, the point is, I left this blewg (it’s like “KEWL” for cool and “BLEWG” for blog, get it? No? Darn it!!!1) Not because of heartaches, headaches or other humanly aches but because of the universally embraced word which is known as “Laziness” (Damn! Haven’t you figured it out!?) Yeah I know, I’m lazy and all but what can I say? It’s just my personality. Love it or hate it or love me or hate me or rape me or not, the fact of the matter is that you must deal with it. If that doesn’t sound nice or cozy to you then by all means feel free to read other “BLEWGS”. And as for other people who were patronizing really digging myblog, thank ya’ll! You’ll get a “FREEWAHA™” and you can go eat burgers with me. As the rule apply, “Buy one, take one”. Cheers for Buena Bonita™ for introducing this fantastic sales gimmick. (I HATE WAFFLES!!!)   Ces’t La Vie….     BONUS: Heck, it looks like my blog stat hasn’t even reached 5 digits as I am expecting it to be. Maybe a little “PRON” will give my blog a shot for stardom. Take a peak…hihihi! ^^      

 

For the mean time, this area is closed…

I need to recover from a serious headaches, stomach-aches, backaches and heart aches.A month or two would suffice. Don’t worry; I’ll be back (Terminator accent). Till then, let’s meet again and share what we both discovered and ravel in the view.  

 

 

 

Absilio Mundus…28/26