My apologies to Momoy and Rowell....
SORRY!!!


Lots of things happened this week. Let's start with the bad news...Bro. Dunne passed away last Monday. He's essentially this respected elder/teacher who used to travel with the use of his "go-cart"-like mechanically powered wheelchair. He travellED. Emphasis on the past tense used. Then he suffred a heart ailment and was forced to leave the school to recuperate and...well, get a vacation while at it. But he died of a stroke. Hate that word. It creeps me OUT. I guess I don't want to die like that. It must have felt like someone pulling your heart out and then making you holler out in sheer pain. I wasn't really in the mood for dead people, since I've been plagued with a bad case of necrophobia since I was a kid. Everyone said he looked so peaceful. I don't ...think so. The whole thing magnetized all the necro-aftermaths I had endured when I was a kid...and sort of cramped it all in my brain. It made me think of the dead, this time with more depth I guess.



Tuesday wasn't bad at all, except for the fact that nothing really happened...Momoy: "When was the last time you did something for the first time?" God, my meditative side's taking over... I guess we have to make our lives as interesting as possible. Life is too short for us to screw up and just take everything in a nonchalant manner we all subscribe to at times. Even Budhha said that...in a more philosophical way of course.

And..Momoy is actually a nice guy.

Ahh...key word of the week: nonchalance. I'm quite guilty on feeding on it happily these days.

I'm listening to Silverchair. Their melody is nice. I like how they sing-- like they're really drowning into it and calmly accepting a certain emotion. I picture them lying down and just blasting out their craft! Ha! And I miss you love../ I love the way you love / but I hate the way / I'm supposed to love you back..." Argghhh...that's beautiful. They should come to the Philippines and revolutionize the pop-overfed people in the Araneta sometime.



The Greatest View
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You're the analyst
The fungus in my milk
When you want no one
And you got someone
Through the wind
You crawl
And laugh at burning dunes
When no one else will
Ever see

Now that you know why you feel like you do
They're turning their head whilst they wait
For no one
And finally I know why you feel like letting go

I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here
I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here

Mistakes don't mean a thing
If you don't regret them
So pack your tactic toes for the winter
Chain a waterfall to burned and withered skin
No-one else will ever see

I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here
I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here

Now that you know why you feel like you do
They're turning their head whilst they wait
For no one
And finally I know why I feel like you're letting go

I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here
I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here
The greatest view from here
The greatest view

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damn that's beautiful

Ive been thinking...What if everyone UNDERSTOOD everything??

Ok, back to after whatever happened last Tuesday, Wednesday was ok. I remember being all exhausted. School-shtool-shmool... Tutoring the kids went fine, easier than what I expected. They really wanted me to stay but I just had to go... Then, I was off to Theater. It was ok...lots of plans... Fast forwarding to what I unconsciously have dreaded over the past week, I have been sleeping at midnight almost everyday now. I have this need to stay awake and use the day to the semi-fullest before I finally get some shut-eye...hehe..

Thursday, I saw Bro Dunne's corpse and well, it freaked me out like no one else. I suddenly have this hate for chicken and boiled pork specifically. I want to forget this. Well, anyway "and more" the BAND had its usual Thursday noise-making session courtesy of 7 people who have been ITCHING to play anything since God created them. We had...fun. We covered Incubus' A Certain Shade Of Green. And yes, there was a significant amount of progress! There seems to be a future for all of us here....download our wallpaper (see pics link!!!)...kapal...parang may fans na kami e.....

Yeah, Jamie texted me. It feels good that some people actually value writing and spending time to e-mail people...ahh...the somewhat fleeting pleasures of life....

Friday...almost decapitated my head. In short, it was quite a bad school day. Midterms may have reached 2 notches below what I coud really do. No further details. I had a miserable bout with a Math quiz though my math is ok on the whole. My english teacher gave me an A for the formal compostion, which sort of did'nt affect me that much because I was worried about Physics. Ah..I should look on the bright side... An A is good. And that's that.

CAT practically killed me yesterday. It wasn't so harsh yet but I was too tired and my knees couldn't take anymore punishment. It's just so frickin useless. Citizen's Army What? Oh I know... Citizen's Army Tool for useless pain. The ironic part of it was that the people exempted/deferred in my class were even the ones who were capable of getting all tired and enslaving themselves to a monotonous routine of proving your manliness by marching around endlessly through the corridors chanting pagan-sounding gibberish ordered by the officer. Then we'd have to bow down to this officer penguin (Mox, that is) and a guy whose head, according to Tommy, was actually shaped like the native pineapple. ^sighs^ The pains of the week.