My Love for Blogs (Things I Love and Hate About

Throughout the course of my time, I’ve been switching from one blogging site to another. Most of them, admittedly, have more diverse functions than WordPress. But to be honest, those functions simply destroy what it means to blog and to be a blogger. And because I have too much free time before my next class (Political Science. Our professor is so hot and he’s got the voice to match it as well :P ) I’ll blog my adventures during my adolescent years; rebelling against the norms and expressing them through writing.

My first ever “blog” (as far as I can remember) was During its time it was the most popular site for teen angst and attention seeking egoness-ness. I was pretty young and curious so I went and made an account. It was PRETTY DAMN BORING hahaha! So I never used it since the day I first signed up for it. The idea of “giving”/posting testimonials on someone’s page was uninteresting. It was a stupid idea to make that account. I hope closes, it’s a waste of sever space, I jest.

Years passed until I made another blog. It was during summer 2008 when I opened my site; I was pretty happy with it. allowed me to mold it to anything I wanted. I could install Continue reading “My Love for Blogs (Things I Love and Hate About”

Greyson Chance is an amazing artist/How he reminded me of the 12-year-old me

Honestly, he beats JB by a looooooooooong shot. He’s made 3 original songs posted in YouTube I think, but none of them were recorded properly so the sound sucks. This song however, isn’t. It’s Waiting Outside the Lines acoustic ver., which I found better than the album ver. The lyrics are fantastic and whenever I listen to it and read the lyrics, it feels like the 12-year-old me is talking to me (through the lyrics) ‘Cause when I was 12, I was very unique yet extremely smart. I didn’t care much about what people said to me then ’cause I knew I was unstoppable. But then again I was only 12 and those stupid fucking Filipino bastards broke me and my ideals and turned me into a depressed, confused, broken-spirited boy who now…. just wants to fit in.

The lyrics here basically explained who and what I was when I was 12 (and younger) and is reminding me that that “thing” is still inside of me, waiting, just waiting.

Greyson Chance – Waiting Outside the Lines Lyrics

You’ll never enjoy your life,
living inside the box
You’re so afraid of taking chances,
how you gonna reach the top?

Rules and regulations,
force you to play it safe
Get rid of all the hesitation,
it’s time for you to seize the day

Instead of just sitting around
and looking down on tomorrow
You gotta let your feet off the ground,
the time is now

I’m waiting, waiting, just waiting,
I’m waiting, waiting outside the lines
Waiting outside the lines
Waiting outside the lines

Try to have no regrets
even if it’s just tonight
How you gonna walk ahead
if you keep living blind

Stuck in my same position,
you deserve so much more
There’s a whole world around us,
just waiting to be explored

Instead of just sitting around
and looking down on tomorrow
You gotta let your feet off the ground,
the time is now, just let it go

The world will force you to smile
I’m here to help you notice the rainbow
Cause I know,
What’s in you is out there

I’m waiting, waiting, just waiting,
I’m waiting, waiting outside the lines
Waiting outside the lines
Waiting outside the lines

I’m trying to be patient (I’m trying to be patient)
the first step is the hardest (the hardest)
I know you can make it,
go ahead and take it

I’m Waiting, waiting, just waiting I’m waiting
I’m waiting, waiting, just waiting
I’m waiting, waiting outside the lines
Waiting outside the lines
Waiting outside the lines

This is what happens when you slightly piss me off on my blog

This is what the fucking redneck wrote

yer such a drama queen, yknow? suing yer father is soo trying hard. next time i come upon an interesting blog name, i’ll look at the profile picture of the prson and judge them. hahaha!!!1!1

And here’s the url to it  link

And here’s the proof of the comment

Now here’s the problem you little fucking prick. How dare you judge me like you know me so well. Like you know me like the back of your hand. Just because you’ve read one blog of mine means that you know my whole entire life?! You call me a drama queen but you have no fucking idea what I’ve been through and no one knows about it ’cause I’m too ashamed to tell them what I’ve done in the past you fucking asshole. Do you even know what my father did to me and my mother? NO YOU DON’T. You obviously haven’t heard of the term “don’t judge a book by its cover” ’cause of all of your narcissistic bullshit that’s spilling out of your overgrown ego which is blocking your lost logic and reasoning, which I know you’ll never be able to get back or even develop.

You know what you are? You’re an uneducated, ignorant little pissant whose got personality issues. Yeah, you are obviously uneducated, you can’t even type a simple hate sentence right. Have you ever heard of capital letters? A sentence always begins with a capital letter, a proper noun, like a person’s name, begins with a capital letter, a proper noun, like a place, begins with a capital letter, proper nouns, which are SPECIAL names, begin with a capital letter. But obviously you wouldn’t know that ’cause you never paid attention in you class. I pity the breadwinners of your family, their hard work to pay for your education was just flushed down the toilet. In fact they should’ve just flushed it down, why waste it on you if they could use it to wipe their ass instead?

If you can’t find the conclusions to my premises and enthymemes, then you my little ignoramus, redneck, pissant, asswipe are no use of talking to. I wouldn’t dare have a logical argument with you. You obviously have nothing to prove to me. You now have the burden of proof. Your move.

PS. I was kind enough to remove your email an IP address in the picture above. Piss me off again and I’ll be giving your email to everyone, agreed? Good.

My last day in this house

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2 months, 3 weeks and a couple of days ago, the owner of the house that we’re living in now said that we have 3 months left to live in this house. 3 months. Wait… Have I blogged about this already? Anyway…

Fast forward to today, October 31, 2010. The last day

Moving to a smaller, worse house is not what I had in mind. In fact it’s what my father had in mind. He planned all this. He didn’t care that the house that my mother and I would live in such a house. He didn’t care that my mother and I already found the “perfect” house, just for the two of us. All he cares about is saving his own tail. He doesn’t want to break the law, so as long as we’re physically comfortable with a roof over our heads, it’s fine for him. He doesn’t care about our emotional, mental state. He said it so himself when I asked “You don’t want us to be mentally and emotionally stable? You just want us to be ‘physically comfortable’?” “I want you to be physically comfortable”. That’s what he said alright… he doesn’t care about our thoughts or how we feel about this. He always wants it his way. How fucking dare he. After he left, leaving us in such a state of shock and distress, he still dares to be the “man” of the family? BULLSHIT.


I think half of the stuff, or more than half of it is already in the other house… I’m seriously gonna miss this house. To my parents this was just a house. For me, this is my home. Imagine waking up in the morning, your mother telling you that you’re being evicted from your home… it’s unimaginable… We’ve transferred (houses) a lot in the past, but we never stayed at a house for that long. I’ve lived in this home for more than a decade. Surely enough, I’ve developed a sort of emotional attachment to it. I really love it here. I’m gonna miss it….

I’m not letting my father get away with his conniving agendas. I told my mother to consult with my professor. I told her that we could get everything, and I mean everything since my Prof. in POLSCI presented a case that he once did in class. I know some stuff about my father that my mother doesn’t know and I’m pretty sure she knows some stuff that I don’t know.

If my mother won’t bring this case to court, I will. I’ll charge my father. It sounds hard to do, I’m pretty sure it’s a hundred times harder to actually do. But I will do it.

Not only is this moving/house owning/father problem a big problem, it’s also affecting my studying (and papers) FOR MY MIDTERMS. How can I study when all of this shit is happening around me, to me??  I can’t even think straight when my father is around, I swear I feel like punching his annoying face, but no, the bastard’s not even worth caring for. Heck he doesn’t care about what we think or what we feel!

I swear, ever since the break up, my life has been spiraling down. I try to make my life better, but unsuspecting, unfair events just keep getting in the way. WHAT’S SO WRONG ABOUT A MAN TRYING TO MAKE HIS LIFE BETTER FOR HIM AND HIS MOTHER! I swear, if there was a ‘God‘ he could’ve AT LEAST given me a heads up about it.

Wish me luck on this, ’cause I seriously need it. Or you could give me 3.7 million pesos, then our house problem would be solved.

I will forever hate my father for this.

I really will.

Wish list!

So since it’s the “-ber” month already, I guess I’ll fling out my wish list for this holiday season, Xmas! Since no celebrates Thanksgiving.. it would kinda suck. Anyway

The Zumi Digital: I saw the videos that this took and it is FANTASTIC! It’s like having your own little Super 8mm, without the film

Diana F+ lens with Nikon lens mount: The reason why I won’t get the Diana itself is because I don’t wanna buy the analog itself before trying it out, so it’s kinda like a free taste, except it isn’t free

Tokyo Dreamer Strap: Just look at that cool thing! When I get my Holga, I’ll use that for it’s strap :>

The Fisheye Lens Adapter: this costs 1/10th of the price of Nikon’s lenses, so why not?

Keep Calm Print: Everyone Photographer needs this

The Game of Photo-opoly: Kinda obvious

Photojojo! The Book: Great ideas for home-made gifts

White Balance Lens Cap: A must need

iPod touch: Kinda obvious why I want it

Nokia C6: Best consumer Nokia has made so far

Malakai 40: I love longboarding and this is perfect for beginners and cruising

Eye-fi pro x2: A must need, I mean how cool is this thing!

AF-S NIKKOR 50mm f/1.4G: I love the bokeh on this one @-) I think it’s best one aside from the Zeiss series (duh, how can beat Zeiss)

LC-A+ Instant Back+ Deluxe Kit: The mother of all lomo cams and analogs (bows)

Fisheye No 2 Rip Curl Special Edition: I know I know, why get this if there’s a cheaper-lens-alternative? I just love the look  of film photography, that’s why

SuperSampler – Rubber Blue: It’s a fun camera to have

Holga CFN 120 Green: Well why shouldn’t I?

As you can see, more than half of this is photography stuff. I will however be getting the Nokia C6 for sure (since my phone got stolen.. bleh

Shall update when I remember more stuff