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[Mon 23 Feb 2004|12:16am] |
So I've joined Livejournal. Not so sure I'm particularly enjoying it. Having to deal with all the godamn overrides is a pain in the ass.
But anyway.
Huzzah! to my brother for hooking me up with not only a new DVD drive, but a spanking new CDR drive as well. For some reason Nero is being a little bitch and not recognizing the new CDR drive, but the software taht came with it is working out to be ok so far, so no problems yet, thank God.
Now that its finally warming up people are actually coming out of their little holes and starting to play frisbee again. Pansy ass bitches. We may be playing UMBC next weekend too. If we play as well as we did Thursday night and today, there's no way in hell they stand a chance.
Went and saw 50 First Dates on Friday. It's your typical Adam Sandler movie, although this time it takes place right by my house in Hawaii. I dunno why, but I really like these movies, even if they are all pretty much the same shit over and over again, I find them hilarious. Rob Schneider's character is utterly hilarious. And did you know he was half filipino? Word.
Classes this week haven't even started yet, and already I'm wishing it's next weekend. Possibly because of the fact that Bdon is having a Ninjas vs Pirates party at his place. Should be some fun shit. Already got my ninja gear and figured out how to make a sweet ninja mask from a t-shirt. If only I knew where the hell I put my real shurikens...those things are sweet. Oh well, I'm sure I'll find them eventually.
"Word, bitch. Phantoms like a motherfucker."
Cookie if you know where that quote is from.
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[Mon 16 Feb 2004|10:11pm] |
It has recently come to my attention that I absolutely despie Graphic Design. I can no longer stand to deal with this crap. Unfortunately for me, it's way too late to change my major now that I'm practically a damn senior.
I would like to blame this on a one Ms. Martha Vaughn whose Illustration 1 class completely turned me off of Illustration. Her assignments and explanation of her life as an Illustrator were so boring and bland that I thought it would be like that for me. Little did I realize that's exactly what Graphic Design is like as well.
Well fuck me.
I don't know, I'm going to have a talk with Bernard on Wednesday and see if theres anything I can do about this horibble mistake I've made with my life. I just keep screwing up left and right don't I?
And on top of all this shit, the past two weeks of my life have been a living hell. Everything from stupid ass motherfuckers from my past threatening me with the stupidest shit and continually calling my phone to the realization that I am truly and utterly pathetic. I mean, who else do you know has been turned down by every girl he's ever asked out? Oh and not only that, but once I ask them out and they do the consequent rejection bit usually followed by some lame ass excuse, they avoid all contact with me and I end up losing a good friend. Holy shit. This shit is so fucking sad.
Anyway, I've been dealing with all this horse shit the only way I really know how.
Every weekend I drink.
Like a fish.
And then I wake up the next day and do it all over again. I've managed to not remember the last few weekends save certain bits and pieces here and there. All this drinking is weighing a heavy toll on my pocket. Seeing as how pretty much every weekend I've been getting at least one case of beer and a bottle of rum or some other form of hard liquor.
I think I can sum up everything in one single word...
BAH.
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[Sat 14 Feb 2004|10:44am] |
I've developed another stupid mannerism when I drink.
I'll drink until I'm pretty nicely buzzed and then just leave. I'll have no idea why I left, but I just leave, come back here and sit around doing nothing for a while before I eventually pass out. And I tend to black out just long enough for me to not remember the walk back.
I was having a pretty good time last night, despite the fact that Bdon's house was full of people and me and Steve were the only ones really drinking. Everyone else was just sitting around doing nothing, while I made a complete ass of myself, as per usual. I really wish I knew why the fuck I left. I don't even remember if I finished that last drink I had made myself.
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[Tue 10 Feb 2004|03:19pm] |
Huzzah!
New toy for me! I swear I'm so in love with my new monolith of a monitor. I feel so small sitting in front of it. Even Togemon seems more shocked than usual sitting atop my speaker directly to the right of the Monolith. To Togemon's right sits my old bastard of a monitor, whom I shall refer to as Old Blue, for the blue hue it got whenever I tried to adjust the way it faced.
Old Blue is old as shit and unfrotunately began dying on me last year. I still need to find out how to connect Old Blue as well as the Monolith to my computer. I know it's possible to rock the dual monitors, I just don't know how since there seems to be no other port. Hmm...I guess I'll just ask Joel when I call him this weekend to help me set up the DVD drive he sent me. I'm hoping I'm just overlooking something and being stupid, as is the usual case.
I know I keep promising a new background, and I swear it'll come soon. It's just at the moment I
a) Don't have time to do it
b) Whenever I have time, I'm too lazy or I'm working on my Epic Duels cards (I'll explain in another post)
Oh, we may be going home to the Philippines this summer for Mama's 80th. It'd be awesome if plans don't fall through like they always do. It's been ages since I've been there.
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[Fri 30 Jan 2004|04:03pm] |
So classes have been hell. Haven't even had a full week of classes due to the goddamn snow and yet I've had so much work to do. Bah.
I still need to add a class on Monday.
On a completely different night, last night on the way to frisbee I managed to get hit by a car. I was crossing the street towards the Commons and this car started backing up really fast. Dipshit hit my arm, then drove away yelling out "Sorry, I didn't see you." My only regret is that I wasn't able to get his plate number.
Frisbee was awesome despite my arm throbbing like a bitch through most of it. It probably would've hurt a lot more had I not pre-gamed and drank 6 or 7 bottles of the cheap 16oz beer we have. Bur yeh, frisbee was awesome, I dove and was knocked down so many times that my head was pretty much in the snow the whole time. Somehow managed to get blood all over my clothes and my hat. Realized later it was from the smallest cut on my thumb. Must have hit an artery or something coz the bitch was bleeding crazy.
Went to Brandon's afterwards to play some Duels, but somehow ended up watching the Fifth Element while everyone was cracking on m for being Filipino and shit. No clue how all that started, but it didn't end until the movie was over and we headed home. Oh well.
They're all just jealous coz I'm a sexy bitch.
Ha.
And yes, I know I need to add a background to this page, but I'm too fucking lazy and when I have time I'm usually drinking or playing Call Of Duty or some shit. But it'll happen....eventually.
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[Mon 19 Jan 2004|01:25am] |
Ah, so I'm back.
Back in this godforsaken shithole of a city. Back walking through the disgustingly slushy sidewalks. Back where the snow has turned brown and frozen, taking the fun out of everything that snow once was. Soon back to classes, uptight teachers, mountains of homework, and no free time. Back to the hell that has now frozen over. Back in the damn apartment which smells like rotting flesh due to Steve leaving chicken in the freezer over break and the oh so lovely maintenance people who unplugged the fridge.
That's right folks, I'm back in Baltimore.
Feck.
I'd start working on a new background now, but I'm too fucking lazy and don't feel like doing work. So that'll come hopefully in the next couple days. The simple flat black color is pissing me off too.
On a completely unrelated note, watch this. (Flash required), and this (Quicktime)
Enough rambling.
Out.
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[Fri 16 Jan 2004|10:04pm] |
I find it absolutely remarkable that whenever my older brothers are here my dad's personality changes completely. He's kinder, funnier, and offers to take us everywhere or offers the car without a single complaint.
But once they're gone...
He's back to being the hard-headed, ill-tempered, absolutely annoying, rather obnoxious father I've known my entire life. All of a sudden, he's too busy or too tired to do anything with his kids. He's a lot more argumentative and takes every little joke as an insult.
When Joel or Anthony are leaving, he'll offer to do anything to make their last day memorable, take them to the beach, take them to Waikiki, drive to the other side of the island to get some snowcones from Matsumoto's. But when it's me or Jon, he's too busy or too tired to do anything. Sure, he took me to the North Shore last week, but we were rushed because he absolutely had to be somewhere at 4 o'clock. So while we did get to eat at Giovanni's, we didn't get to go to Matsumoto's. When Joel left, we went to Waikiki so he could do some last minute shopping and grab some pasalubong for his friends or whatever. I leave tomorrow, and I asked tonight if we could swing by Waikiki after he mentioned that we should go walking after dinner. As soon as I mention it, he's suddenly tired and just wants to come home.
It's amazing that he's one way with his first set of kids, but with us, he's completely different. When Joel and Anthony are here, he'll want to play tennis or throw around a frisbee with us. Once they're gone, he's too tired or too busy to have anything to do with us and all he wants to do is sit around at his fucking computer.
It's amazing, and yet its a shame that he can't be the same person around all his kids. I may sound like I'm bitching and complaining coz I didn't get to go to Waikiki or whatever, but this is something I've been meaning to get off my chest for some time now. I just don't understand it. It's almost as if he holds priority over some of his kids and that he favors the two from his former marriage.
Or maybe I'm just being an asshole...
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[Sun 11 Jan 2004|09:26pm] |
Air Soft was awesome.
Brought along my dad's digicam, but forgot about it for most of the time I was there. Bah. I did manage to get someone to take the group photo with it though, so I got a decent pic of it this time.
Quito's Idiot Moment Of The Day
During the SECOND game (probably around 10:30ish) I decided to go balls to the wall and do a mad dash to gain control of the middle of the battlefield. No more than 4 steps into it, I slipped on some loose rocks and somersaulted head over heels (I started laughing in midair), rolled twice on the ground, got up and continued running to the barricade. Thing was, my ENTIRE TEAM was behind me, and all I heard as I got up was laughter (in addition to mine). As soon as I reached the barricade, I realized my arm was pretty badly fucked up. I rolled up my sleeve and all I saw was blood, mud, and pebbles and thorns sticking out of my arm.
( here's the group shot, and some pics of my arm AFTER I cleaned it up as best I could )
It has also come to my attention that Villagephotos (I'm not even going to link to them) sucks royal ass and no longer allows me to externally link my images. Hence no background image. I'll try and fix that ASAP.
"Fuck them. Fuck them up their stupid asses."
I've temporarily moved to Walagata until I can find a better image hosting service. I'm cheap so I'm looking for something free. Hehe.
If anyone knows of a better free image hosting site, lemme know, willya?
Well, I'm off to play with the digicam again. Photography is fun, too bad i suck at it.
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[Fri 09 Jan 2004|09:24pm] |
So I stole my dad's camera all day and pretended to be a photographer.
The pictures came out ok I guess. I just wish I had taken more pictures at Waimea Bay (North Shore) while we were there. Most of the other ones I took came out looking like crap, hence only one pic of it actually on Deviant Art. That and the fact that while we were there the waves weren't really all that big, but as soon as we get home, what do i hear on the news?
North Shore: 20-30 foot waves tomorrow
Bah. Oh well, at least I'll be playing Airsoft. Maybe I can convince dad into letting me take the camera there and take some shots while we play...hehe.
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[Thu 08 Jan 2004|11:23pm] |
Yeh yeh, its been a while, I know.
Break has been pretty good thus far. Haven't done nearly as much as I wanted, but I'll blame that on the crummy weather we had all last week and the fact that I don't have a car here. At least I'm not in the frozen hellhole that is Baltimore.
In all actuality, I've only been to the beach once since I've been here. I haven't even gone surfing yet, although I did kayak to a small island about a mile off shore with Jon and Joel. What sucks most though is that even though I'm not a photographer, I've seen all thess awesome oppurtunities for great shots. Too bad I don't have a damn digicam. Damnit. Oh well, I'll just have to find a way to steal my dad's 1.3 megapixel (insert sarcastic whoo hoo here). Well, at least its a camera.
I've actually been in a real artsy fartsy mood for some reason lately. Probably coz I'm always surfing on Deviant Art practically every day for the past 2 weeks. I really should start sketching again. Too bad I've been in uber-lazy bum mode since I got here. Maybe, like I said I'll steal my dad's cam and try my hand at being a photographer. Bah.
Been playing alot of Air Soft with Bim and Gayfee. Air Soft is sorta like paintball, only the guns look real, and they fire small plastic bbs. And from what I hear this is alot more fun than paintball. The first time I played was the 27th with Jon, Joel, Bim, Gayfee, Nathan, and their friends at Nanakuli. Ended up using an M16 and even though the gun kept jamming it was awesome. Played all day (10-5) and walked away with minimal damage. The whole thing was outdoors and there was an assload of people (click the link to see the pic on the site). People are so hardcore into it. It was fucking sweet. One guy even had a PSG1 sniper rifle and was picking people off like mad in one game we played.
Secone time I played was at Poweredge, so it was close quarter battles. It was mainly handguns, since most of the games were semi-auto only. I had a glock, which kept fuckign up and jamming like mad. Got pretty beat up this time around and walked away with an assload of blood blisters and bleeding fingers. I even somehow managed to get shot in the cheek even though we're all wearing paintball masks. They did a few games where there was full auto and even though it was only 350 feet/sec max (Nanakuli was 400 fps) it still hurt like a bitch...damn point blank shots. It was pretty fun this time around altho there were too many little kids who were scared to move and shit. It probably would have been more fun if there weren't so many people, since this was extremely close quarters. Oh well.
We're playing again at Nankuli on Sat (they play there every other Sat from 10-5). I really need to get myself a damn job this summer and buy a gun or two. I also need to find a good place to play in MD when I get back. This shit is so addictive.
Argh, my damn artsy farsty mood isn't going away. I think I'm gonna go sketch or something.
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[Thu 18 Dec 2003|12:39am] |
Sleep is good...no scratch that. Sleep is great.
Finals are finally over. After having been up since last Friday, I finally passed out after my GD class. 13 hours of unbothered, holy sleep.
Anyway, in the time that I had been awake, I not only managed to finsh all my work last minute, but I also got to attend the midnight screening of Return Of The King with Steve, Dave, and Jess. The movie is awesome. Long as shit, but awesome. Although the Sending took way too long and Christopher Lee was nowhere to be found. BULLSHIT. Bah. Fellowship is still my favorite one.
Found out that Jess not only is a fellow Jersian, but she also spends a bunch of time in Hawaii coz she has family there. She said she'd be there for a couple weeks this summer, so that'd be cool. If only I had a car...bah.
Speaking of Hawaii, Gessner is there now, so I may see him next week when I'm there. We also talked about Spring Break, and if all goes through as we've planned, me and whoever a bunch of my friends from here, may invade Jersey and stay with Gessner at his house in Whitey-ville. That'd be sweet.
Anyway. Tomorrow is the last MUF game of the semester, so that should be fun as always. I'm leaving Friday @ 4am for the airport, so if I don't update again for a while, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year and Happy whatever else the hell you people celebrate. Ha.
Transmission Over.
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[Sat 13 Dec 2003|12:43am] |
Happy Birthday to Me...Happy....Birthday...To.....
Aw, fuck it. Another goddamn year and I have nothing to show for it other than some emotional scarring and a few hundred more dead brain cells.
I'm fucking 21. I've been on this planet for so fucking long and I've managed to accomplish dick in the time that I've been here. Hell, I shouldn't even be writing this fucking thing, I should be out drinking, seeing as how it's actually legal for me now and all. But no, I'm a fucking loser. So what am I doing instead of partying it up with "friends" you may ask. Well, I'm sitting here updating my fucking blog(s) in between attempting to finish my finals before Tuesday morning while at the same time my mind wanders. It wanders to the one person I've fallen for here. The one person I could actually see myself with. The person who I would do anything to be with, the one person I can not have.
Why does it always seem to work out this way? I find someone I truly care about and in the end I come out with nothing but a wounded soul and one less friend. I don't want it to happen this way again, but this is how it's always been in the past, and I don't know what to do differently, for everything I try always seem to lead to the same end.
I'm 21. I'm sober. I'm alone. And I have no one to lean on.
Could anyone possibly get any more pathetic than this?
I truly will be alone. Always. Forever. This is how it was meant to be.
It's hard to accept, but it's the only thing that makes sense to me right now.
Another year.
The pain continues...
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[Fri 12 Dec 2003|11:19am] |
Gutted like a pig
All you want is for the world to bleed
Someone somewhere stole your desire
The pain akin to being punched in the throat
Or stabbed in the chest
You would rather bleed than be without her
Gone are the tender whispers danginc in your ears
Replaced with lackluster memories you cry
Your screams play in your empty room
It's so hard to see when your eyes are rolling in the back of your head
It's even harder to speak when everything you say just comes out wrong
Your bed swallows you whole
As the days bleed together
Torment on the lips of a loved one
If you try hard enough
You can almost taste her
Feel her pass then scream
"OH GOD WHY ME"
Oh how I love how there's always a song that sums up everything I feel at any given moment.
And yet I still manage to feel so numb...
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[Mon 08 Dec 2003|03:18am] |
Ah, another damn all nighter. And what am I doing besides the work that I should be doing?
Writing another useless update.
So here's what's been happening since my last update:
*There's snow.
*Had a decent snowball/iceball fight Saturday night with Tom, Brandon, Steve, Squeek, BHall (Jesus), and 2 freshmen.
*Got my Return of The King tickets.
*No MUF Sunday, had a snowball fight instead with Brandon, Dana, and Jess.
*Attempted organizing another snowball fight at midnight...Failed.
*Working forever on this stupid Flex Project
*Redesigned my damn logos at least 5 times each.
*Haven't started redesigning the actual packages yet.
*Got the Freya CD.
*Got the Punk Goes Acoustic CD. (Letters To You acoustic is simply amazing)
*Got a working copy of the X2 DVD.
*Finals suck...balls.
And I'm comtinuing to fall further and further into a bad situation with someone who will remain unnamed. I have a decision to make, and it could be the best or the worst thing that's ever happened to me. Damn all these complications.
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[Wed 03 Dec 2003|01:45pm] |
So instead of doing work for my class in a few hours, I decided to surf the web and whatnot. Took this Geek Test.
44.3787% - Major Geek
I can think of so many more things that could/should have been added to that list. But shit, I'm pretty damn geeky. And to think I was only 1.38067% behind Victor.
Now that's creepy. Ha.
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[Wed 03 Dec 2003|12:02pm] |
This is a bit old, but I figured I'd post my potential kickass schedule for next semester. I mean, its all so fucking genius. 6 classes, 18 credits, in 3 days. Yeh, I'll be swamped with work for those 3 days, but I get one helluva long ass weekend. Hehe. Actually this semester was set up similarly, only with 5 classes (15 credits) with Thursdays and Fridays off. I'm so awesome. Anyway, here's the potential lineup...hopefully I get it exactly as it is, but we'll see.
T: 9-3 Computer Assisted Printmaking
4-7 History Of Photography
W: 8:30-2 MICA/JHU Coalition (With the psycho teacher Bernard)
4-6:45 Beyond Imperialism (With according to Steve, "German Uber Beast")
Th: 9-12 Graphic Design IV
4-7 Art Of The Pilgrimage Roads (No clue as to what it is, but it fit in the sched)
Goddamn this schedule kicks ass. I think I'm going to try and make all my remaining semesters work out like this, coz its fucking sweet. I'm just praying that they don't fuck me over and that I actually get into all these classes.
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[Tue 02 Dec 2003|03:31pm] |
The whoring continues...
That's right folks, I've joined Friendster. I told myself I'd never sign up and use it when I first found out about it a few months ago, but what can I say? I'm an online conformist whore. I'm listed as "The Q Olegario" although I may change my first name to Quito to make is easier for people and shit. Or maybe change it to something completely random. Who knows. Well anyway, if you have an account, add me....or something. Well, I should be doing work for my class in half an hour, but fuck it. To hell with that damn project.
Long live online conformist whoring!!!
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[Mon 01 Dec 2003|11:36pm] |
Well, I've finally managed to create a deviantART account. Now its only a matter of time before I actually start uploading stuff. Ha. I'd go through my p00ter and try to find shit worth uploadin or reediting shit to upload, but I'm currently doing another damn gay project for my Flex class. Bah.
Well this was a fairly useless update and a complete waste of everyone's time. Not that anyone reads this anyway.
/End Useless Babble
11 Days 24 minutes
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[Fri 28 Nov 2003|01:47pm] |
Another year, another wacky Thanksgiving. Only this time it wasn't with family.
Nope, I wasn't able to make it up to NY to see the absolutely psychotic group of people I proudy call my family. Sat around here fighting my neverending battle with insomnia. Managed to sleep for 2 hours before Brandon called over here and said he was heading to Ben's place. Met him downstairs and we headed for BK's around 1-1:30. To make a long story short, Thanksgiving for us consisted of a Keg and a Turkey.
Need I say more?
15 days...
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[Tue 25 Nov 2003|01:22am] |
"I'm from New Jersey. I curse...a lot. I call it a "slice" or a "pie." I don't take shooters, I take shots. I call it a sub, not a hero & definitely not a hoagie. The diner is a 24 hour natural part of every good night out. I know what real pizza tastes like & I know that a bagel is much more than a fucking roll with a hole in the middle. I call it soda, not pop. 3am is an early night out. Two words... MOTHER FUCKER. I know how to drive a circle with attitude. You better believe I tailgate. When someone cuts me off they get the horn AND the finger...bad driver? I say learn how to drive. New York City is THE City.
I am from New Jersey. I dare you to mock me."
Not sure where that quote came from, as one of my friends had it as an away message. Ah Jersey...I fucking miss that place. I need to go back soon and reconquer my old stomping grounds. I'd be up there Wednesday afternoon, but of course all my teachers have to be asses and assign so much damn work. Not o mention the fact that I'm pretty much broke. Fuck. All this adds up to me not being able to go to NY for Thanksgiving. Damnit all to hell.
The countdown begins:
18 Days...
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