MAD about Doing This

I've been rummaging around youtube on song covers by some people worth listening to and I got to pass through this really cool video of lyndonpugeda singing Mad by Ne-Yo with the astonishing hitting of the notes of the piano which really makes me so envious.

To be frank with, I really wanted to learn a couple of other musical instruments aside from bamboo flute (hahaha). But unfortunately time AND, quote and quote, laziness won't give me the opportunity to do so.

I know I've got no musical talent, as far as I'm concerned. Yet, one of my dreams is to make my own video blog while singing with a piano accompaniment. ROFL. Yeah... I think it's cool doing that sort. For real. I'm serious 'bout that :P

So here he is, and to finally bring an end to my bitterness, lyndonpugeda.

The Impromptu Shopping of a Trend Asshole

8:00 p.m.

My mom and I rushed to the mall since I needed new, decent apparels for our pictorial for the political party I'm into. [SM's 3-Day Sale is from 10.am. to 10p.m.!!!]

Disclaimer: I'm unbelievably running for the position of legislative assembly representative for my batch. Unbelievably unbelievable... And it still scares the shit out of me :P

To interpolate more details, I've been craving to buy lots of stuff I wanted for the past month. And good thing this election thing granted at least 10% of the 1/4 of what I'm dying for.

Anyway, so there we were planning what to buy, and in the end I had to ask my mom to buy me what I really wanted rather than what I needed. LOLOLOLOLOL.

Which now made me remind of a few individuals giving congenial remarks on my TeamManila shirts. Heck, I never realized they would like them by the fact that TeamManila products are already overrated through, as usual, the ever-indebtful efforts of each and every trend faggot feastfully gorging on his very ego in owning an imitated (or not?) Philippine All Stars shirt.

Disclaimer: Blogs are usually products of a person's idea and opinion, ergo, you have the least right to deprive or criticize me of my rights. And I thank you for having to appreciate that. However, I contrarily concede that I'm actually also a small part of the macro societal chunk that we all call "trend faggots." And with that I give myself a big slap on the face.

Oh well, back to my weekend assignments for now.

Construction Site. Park at Your Own Risk.

It's been a day since I had this blog. Dormant. Ad hoc.

I'm not sure if I would already advertise it (my blog) since it's pathetically with one post. I'm also not sure whether I would continue posting here knowing I might not able to religiously maintain and sustain.

But since I'm in the mood to do so, then my will be done :)

Checking on some of my friends' blog designs and crannies, I've found that mine's a bit mediocre. I'll be figuring out on customizing mine for a couple of of days (or weeks?).

I better change my blog's name as well. Quite bland.

'Till then.

Solemnity and Anarchy: A Mental Space War

It rains. It's pouring rain.

The trickling droplets of water crisply kiss with the tin roof as I write this note of ecstasy.

Anyway, enough with the cheesiness.

I just found myself wandering along the aisles of a National Bookstore--err--store and unexpectedly went across book bargains which I would say made my time-killing traipse worthwhile.

image from http://fantasicfiction.co.uk

It's obviously entitled The Killing of Worlds: Book Two of Succession by Scott Westerfield (2003).

I was struck by the fact that for the first time I was engaged in buying a book (most especially a novel) since I know I have the least expense to prance through random literary texts for the sake of entertainment.

Well let's get through with all my shitty balderdash and get to the point: it's hardbound and worth PhP50.

Still, by going through each chapter, each paragraph, once in a while, there seems to be a lot of imagination and technicality devotion spent all throughout. I like how each detail lures my mind to visualize it the most vividly I can with all the "photon cannons," "battle cruisers," and so much more highly-advanced devices only pathetic minds can perceive but not achieve.

Sci-fi is neither my least nor my most favorite, but once I get in touch with it I accumulate more excitement on what other genres could offer for me most especially fantasy.

Elaborate, I must not further do.

This isn't a book review though. And for that, you thank God.