Tool Box

I’m a casualty of people’s standards. Hahaha.

Humanity curses me for being passionate with art, music, and my lifestyle, preaching that I’m a loser. Hahaha. I am a loser. I suck at winning.

People ask, "Why Fine Arts?!?". Worse, they exclaim "It’s too expensive!"

I don’t care. I’m taking this risk.

WHAT RISK??

There is no risk. People have this impression that FINE ARTS graduates are suckers at life.

I have talent. And I’m proud of it. I’m not taking up for some FASHIONABLE reason. For some colorful reason.

I have been left in the past. Low Commerce Art Doesn’t affect me. Hahaha.

I don’t care. I just want to smile. (Too bad the camera’s dead to capture this unusual sight). I’m UZII now. Don’t infect me with your pessimism.

Stop trying to bring back uzi. I’m much happier this way. And everybody else is.

Stop complaining. Stop inducing hatred. Stop nurturing the seeds i refused to sow.

I’m not like you. You’re insane. Misery runs your blood.

I’m happy. You’re not.

I used to be you. I hated that. Everybody did.

Stop infecting me. I don’t care. Don’t pacify me with your lies.

I’m lonely. You’re not. Your acquaintaces share in your misery. You take turns stinging each other’s cold necks.

Go away. I’m happy now. God pacifies me. God hears me.

Commuting suffices me as much as walking does. There was pretty nothing much to do in the afternoon, so I decided go with dad to Mactan airport, to get something (spectacles) from an arriving cousin (from Manila) who I just met for the first time. Heheh.

Then after the short meeting, dad took me to a "tribal" (that’s how i call it) carenderia where I get to taste P12 bowl of eel soup. Yumm. It tastes much better than "Tinolang Isda".

I went home. Alone. As usual. Commuting from Mactan to Lahug (I’ve done it twice though). I think there should be a holiday for commuters. Haha. Uzi the MESHUGGENER.

Parents should encourage their offspring to commute (while they’re still kids). Otherwise, they spoil them. Worse, teens would see it as an EXTREME treatment when parents allow them to, at an age that these parents "think" theyre old enough. Hahaha. No wonder. We have a lot of "rebels".

I love walking. I love commuting (long distances). I love eel soup. I love to get lost. Anxiety is my passion. Lifestlye. I love my parents.

I stopped by Ayala a bit to relieve myself. Wow. Hehehe. And then…. On and on and on. Hahaha.

I hope to see someone else who is more independent than I am. Hahahaha.

Last night (or midnight??) my sister (Starbucks‘ store manager. Yeah. And don’t ask me for some free coffee) asked me to accompany her to a survey (daily income) on some coffee shop in banilad (Gloria Jean’s). Umm. The beverages they serve are somewhat… concentrated. It’s like sipping on powder. Hahahah.

Sitting on the table next to ours was a celebrity. A viva hot-babe. Jeniffer Lee. She looks dumber live than on TV. Hahaha. I can tell by her idle eyes. They don’t seem focused. I never expected that her face would look that small. Hahaha. Darn. I could’ve taken a photo of her. Bwahahaha. Stupid.

10 seconds in showbiz and you turn stupid. Hahahaha. It reminds me of Gary V, on last Sunday’s A.S.A.P. noontime show, with his melancholic look, promoting some kiddie TV series "mga bata na walang anghel" <kids without angels>. WHAT?!?! That’s sacrilege! Hahaha. It’s like saying these kids are demons. Wahahah!!

I was to be baptized HANZ LUKE (derived from HAN SOLO and LUKE SKYWALKER, both heroes of the STAR WARS series). And then some old Japanese guy ruined everything. Tsk. I was to be branded a part of star wars my whole life.

I was dissapointed with the final installment of George Lucas’s STAR WARS. I think It’s a bit… dunno. Maybe i expected too much from that crap. Hahaha. Anyway, it was GREAT.

Frustration overwhelmed me during the Jedi murders. George frustrated me enough when he killed Bobba Fett (the legendary???) by falling him into a pit (Episode Six. Return Of The Jedi). They could’ve died NOBLY. Oh well. It made me sympathyze. Nice one George.

Too bad Plo-Koon didn’t even had a scene where he carried a light-saber. Hahaha. I do expect too much. Hahaha.

I felt sorry for Mace Windu. I never felt that sense of leadership in him.

Yoda looks good. He’s transformed into a living, breathing, green creature of unknown species. Hahahaha.

Tsk. C-3P0 lost his significance. Poor Threepio. Poor Anthony Daniels (He played Threepio in all the star wars episodes). Tsk.

Oh. The movie was great. I watched it alone, during the Premiere showing at S.M. . I don’t think it concludes anything though. No fulfillment. I dunno.

AND OH. CHECK THIS OUT!!!!
Open this website: http://www.blogthings.com/penisname.html

At the "Your Name" text box, enter this: Osamu Tristan Emperado

Hehehehe. I guess my Japanese name does have a star wars crap attached to it after all.

Earlier today, at 4 am (very early indeed) mom caught me with the computer still on. I don’t get it. It’s the only time of the day i can use the internet.

Worse. The night before, brother exclaims "asa man tong colored pencil dire?" <where are the color pencils?> as if they were his. i simply replied "aw mugamit diay ka?" <oh, so you want to use them?> .

Just this afternoon i was reminded of those pencils, and got frustrated to see that four of them got f*cking sharpened.

!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yesterday i ate at BRUTUS (s.m). De Ja vu. I ate the same meal, burger steak, and heard the same song. It was something from THE USED.

Sister ordered a burger. Asked the cashier if she could have it without MAYO. Seriously, the cashier replied "Ah, so you mean without the patty?". Oh dear. If somebody wanted a burger without patty, at least he would have the common sense to buy one in a bakery. GGOSHH.

Today was pretty bummed. I can tell. The weather seems moody though. I love it. I love lazy days.

My CALVIN AND HOBBES comic books help the bumming mood. Hahaha. I recommend you buy one. I have SIX.

I purchased star wars tickets already. I’m watching it alone.

And on an on and on.

By the way, i love the new "Streetcar" video by FUNERAL FOR A FRIEND. I just downloaded the video at Limewire. It gets pretty "laggy" though.

"Dili man ka normal nga bata"

Sister exclaims, basing her judgments on earthly standards.

I’ve been carving craters on golf balls while men whack them with their clubs.

Unofficialy, I recently baptised myself. I have a new name now.

It’s UZII.

Remember that.

The insecure uzi remains though.

And so is his desire for a long hair to cover his face. Wow.

                                              Conspiracy?

Clearly, Uzi has defected.
I’ve cut his self-esteem with knives.

He’s the smoke of his own mirror.
His mirror of BLIND dreams.
His dreams of answered prayers.

I Just got home from a LEYTE road trip.

    AARGH.

The photos I shot with my first camera are so frustrating! Most of them didn’t turn out good. Aargh! What a f*cking waste of time.

I’ve posted them at http://uzii.multiply.com . They’re screened though. F*ck.

Worse. I think the USB cable is broke. F*ck. I’m going to get killed for this. F*ck.

Forgive me, God. Help me, God. Please.

Please do check those photos out. If you’re no multiply user, please leave a comment HERE.

What a frustrating trip. What a frustrating camera.

Ok ra uy. Hahaha. Atay.

Deep breathly, Uzi. Feel the air that your lungs first loved.

It’s about time we had some summer moisture. Hail the Rain Caster.

Words Fail me.

I’ve created a Formula for word: Word = Perfidy.

What is word? It is none of your concern.

Shut up, Uzi. Just shut up. (Evidence of schizophrenia).
Hahaha! I refuse to acknowledge.

Yes. Word is. I can’t tell. You want truth?

What is truth? What is a lie? Is a lie just a truth, a question left unanswered, to feed the failure of our choices? (Yeah right).

Bottomline. Everything is truth. Truth is a word. Clearly, this photo isn’t truth. It’s not even a word. It’s a picture. It’s sacrilege.

Quick! Before I turn PURPLE.

Quick! Before e verything else does.