Going Gonzo

I'm going gonzo.
Well, to be more technical, "i'm already gonzo, but i just found out what i do is actually called gonzo", but the technical shit was too lengthy and boring. So, i'm sticking with "i'm going gonzo".

I've written numerous articles and stories for every school paper i ever joined, and almost all them can be classified as gonzo. Everything was subjective. I did not give a shit about who or what the topic was, i treated everything like i was telling a story you would normally tell your drinking buddies.
Besides, i'm not really much of an objective reporter. I'm not biased, but i just tend to always focus on the negative of the parties involved. Call me a cynic. Fuck you.

Net City

The internet is a giant city that lives in anarchy. No one can control it. Some may try, but these attempts are futile.

It's full of thieves, whores, liars, cheats, gamblers, viruses and sickos. Almost everyone that uses it almost always looks for sex.
It's always about sex.
SEX. SEX. SEX.
It's always about sex.

This city needs a hero.

No school day

I am currently inside the university, at the Science Lab to be specific, even though there are no classes for this gloriously cloudy day.

How did I get inside the campus grounds, you ask?
It started this way:
there were speculations yesterday that there will be no classes today.
I didn't believe in it because no formal announcements were made.
Today, i went to school, and not a soul in sight, except the guards and the workers.

Guard: Anong gagawin nyo? (translation: what will you be doing here?)
Me: Wa--
(i was supposed to ask "walang pasok?"(no classes?), but she cut me off.)
Guard: ah, working [student].
(She thought my "wa" was "wo", thus, she presumed i was going to say "working student")
That's the story of how i got in.

Now, i have no idea what to do. As i'm writting this, it's still 7:30 am and the library is closed.
Every internet shop outside the campus are still closed.
The canteens are closed.
My zipper is closed.
I can't go to a friend's house at this time because it would be awkward and socially inappropriate. Maybe later at 8:00...

I have lots of time to kill, and i don't know where to start killing.

Juana Change

Just saw Juana Change on Youtube.
I won't post the link here, look for it yourself kids!

Anyway, i won't vote this election. I won't even register. I don't give a flaming shit about the upcoming election. The future of this election isn't very bright. Same old shit-heads running for office.

FUCK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU ASSHOLES RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT!!!
YOU'VE ALL DONE NOTHING GOOD TO THIS DAMNED COUNTRY!!!
I SAY WE ALL JUST FORGET ABOUT THIS FIASCO CALLED THE "PHILIPPINE DEMOCRACY" AND REPLACE IT WITH GOOD OLD ANARCHY!!!

*insert title here*

Something happened today.
Yup.
Lots of things happened today.

Haircut Mishap

Everything started with a reminder from our dean.
"Mister, your hair." *gestures scissors with fingers*
this isn't new to me. I kept my hair long for a year now, even wrote an article on the school paper to abolish the rule on male hair length. In fact, my friends are beginning to call me Jesus Christ, thanks to my growing beard.
I, being the good student, decided to get a haircut the next day.

Next day.
After some chores, went to a salon and got my long hair trimmed. I was planning on a normal looking haircut, but apparently, the hair dresser made me look like a girl.
This isn't good.

Afternoon.
Had my dad call the friendly neighborhood barber.
This haircut was cheaper, and better.
Now, i can style my hair to look like either John Lennon or Paul McCarthney.
I'm two Beatles in one!

Moral of the story:
know what haircut you want, or there will be hell to pay.

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Wasted thoughts

Here's a thought from Ramon Bautista (google him, god damn it!):
"You're gravestone is too small to show your life story. That's why i blog."
inspirational stuff...
Makes me cry...