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[14 Mar 2008|12:44pm] |
Am I the only one who feels like I'm just talking to myself?
Man, my journal is more deader than Britney Spears' career. Ha! I guess I have to make it a little bit more sexier. Or something like that.
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| Be back in 2 days hopefully. |
[01 Mar 2008|02:53pm] |
Getting new DSL modem. Be back Monday. (Hopefully)
And if you're going to have a party, go easy on the booze, kay?
Later.
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| Happy B-Day, Nita-Oniisan! |
[24 Feb 2008|12:33am] |
Today is my sister's Birthday. She turns 41 today. Say Happy Birthday to her. Will you all about it tommorow, gang!
Good god, I need a new chair. It's murder on my back.
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| Look, ma! I'm playing the Violin! |
[19 Feb 2008|09:58pm] |
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Okay, okay, okay. It happend rather recently. Like last week. I had this strange ass dream. I was at the Grammy' Awards, right? They were voting which Violinists is going to perform tonight. For some unknown reason, I was amongst the people who was voting. I was snickering and saying I probably wouldn't win. I admitted I joined in as a joke but lo and behold, I won. I was kind of shocked at winning the vote. I told everybody I can't play the damn thing. Hell, the only time I held a violin is when I was back in the fourth or fifth grade. For about two days. I ripped off my tuxedo and made a break for it but the Grammy people would find me withour fail, put the violin into my hands and escort me to the stage. Around the fifth or sixth attempt, I gave up and decided to play the violin for the masses. Also, my tuxedo magically came back and appeared on my body. Ain't that weird? Anyways, I got on the stage. Please note this is the first time I actually played this instrument. I was expecting to fail and get booed off the stage. But the first time I pulled the bow on the strings.....I was actually....actually....good. I was really good. I couldn't believe it. Everybody was cheering and was standing. What made the dream even weird was that Nita-oniisan (My big sister) was on the stage with me singing. And she couldn't care a bloody tune! Than I woke up with this thought.
WHY THE HELL AM I PLAYING THE VIOLIN?!
Is anybody good at Dream Interperations? If you are, can you tell me what the hell does playing the violin means?
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| God, I hate Love Day. |
[15 Feb 2008|12:12am] |
I hate Valentine's Day. I hate it with all my heart and soul. I hate Valentine's Day, Couples, that little thing called love and anything connected to it. I hate it. FUCKING HATE IT! I hate that holiday like a KKK Member hates a Black Man (Bad analogy, I know. But this is my journal, so I can say whatever the hell I want). That's how much I hate it.
For my very own sick amusement today and this evening, I told everybody I had a girlfriend. Yup. I did. I told anybody that would listen that I had a girlfriend, took her out to lunch, and for reason that are known to me (Read: Just to be a heartless bastard) and for my own sick amusement, I dumped said nonexistant girlfriend for no good apparent reason. My reason ranged from "That's messed up" to "That's plain mean." Suprisingly, nobody didn't get offended and punched me in the face or anything yet. Hmmmm. I must try harder the next thing. And yes, I would dump my girlfriend on Valentine's Day. Why? Simple, my darlings. Because I can. Because I can. That and being in a relationship is sooooo overrated. :-D Don't you just hate me so much right now?
Despite I hate the holiday and I was semi-depressed (or annoyed), I took Mom and Nita out for dinner on my tab (And by tab, I mean Wallet). I took them out for Applebee's. Food was....average to say the least. It was good, but it wasn't really that hot. That and they gave my Mom the wrong piece of steak. She wanted an 9 ounce but got a 7 ounce steak because the cooks back there didn't put it on the grill at first. But they corrected the mistake and gave her the correct piece of steak. Dessert was good though. Had a Chocolate Mousse. Oh man. It was fucking good. So damn good I nearly got myself a second glass. But I resisted my urge to get another second chocolate mousse. I didn't want to add another pound on my frame. Nita-oniisan had a some ribs and like Mom, I had steak along with some creamed spinach. Mmmmm. Creamed spinach. The whole evening went well and without a hitch. That and the wildberry lemonade was killer too. See? Despite my raging hatred on all thing warm and fuzzy and this Valentine's Day, I treated my favorite ladies out for a friendly dinner on me. Am I the fucking good son or what? Yeah that was it. Maybe next year if I don't have a girlfriend to dump on Valentine's Day, maybe I can ruin a couple's relationship just for laughs. For real. Yeah. Anyways, tits and breads to you, boys and girls.
Good night and....Do I dare say it....Happy Fucking Valentine's Day.
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[28 Jan 2008|09:53pm] |
State of the Union is on tonight.
Unless Bush gets shot in the head midway through the speech, I'm not watching it. Why nobody isn't taking him out right now is still beyond me.
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[19 Jan 2008|02:07am] |
Hey, all! This is ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) angelusancti testing out her Oniisan's journal, so 'scuse the spam.
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| Can I ask anybody who's reading this a quick question? |
[09 Jan 2008|09:50am] |
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Why are Canadians girls so damn hot?
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[05 Jan 2008|10:08pm] |
Testing, testing, testing, testing....One, two, three.
Ooooo pretty colors.
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