Tool Box

I’m not comfortable.

My nose feels heavy. ( I shouldn’t have HAPPILY soaked in the rain).

I’m fat. I have to stop eating. Let this plague of greed pass.

Look. I have the universe on the windshield of our cheap, eleven year old jiffy.

Ugh. (sniff). Try this too: http://artpad.art.com/?iisug7u0nuw . You’ll love it. But I sure didn’t.

First FORMAL painting class tomorrow. I hope it’s great. Our painting teacher has LONG hair. Heheh. Which reminds me of a drawing on one of the blackboards (literally BLACK. No comments) at the CAFA (College of Architecture and Fine Arts). The drawing was intended to resemble him, exclaiming "GO, USC-TC ROCKERS!" Hehehe. Sir Kimsoy.

I’ll take a photograph of it tomorrow, if it survives from the hands of conformists.

Saturday. College’s second week. Still, classes haven’t "formally" started.

Saturday. Freehand Drawing. Four-hour subject. The instructor arrived late. Dismissed us early. Gave us the requirements. The usual SKETCHPAD (F*ck it! This is the fourth subject requiring a sketchpad).

Went home. Arrived at eleven. Slept. Ate. Slept again. At 4:30 p.m., I got up to take another shower. I have to go to a friend’s wake. It started raining. I didn’t care. Rain pacifies me.

I crossed the streets, soaked in rain, without hesitation.

At the mortuary, everybody else (fellow high school batchmates)  laughed at my appearance. WET. I didn’t care.

I went inside. Cold. I ignored a lot of schoolmates.

Everybody praised the long hair kenny and i sported. Everybody else had short hair. Hahaha. Kenny was carrying with him 2 kilos of PLASTER OF PARIS (which were both going to use in our modelling / sculpture class), the object of humor in the mortuary. It looked like METHAMPHETAMINE.

I soaked myself in the rain again. Smiling. Walking from the church to McDonald’s and back again.

Attended the anticipated mass. Wet. And cold. After, I went back to the mortuary, where they were giving out the snacks (and some ridiculed my re-arrival, preaching that I came back for the snacks).

Darius, my best friend for seven years, was there. He arrived later. He invited me to go home with him. Hmph. Awkward. He must’ve missed me. He was very… surprised to see me.

Darius dropped me off at S.M. I felt extremely cold. Went in the restrooms. Relieved myself. Took a photo of me. Wet.

After, I went to National bookstore, ART AND ARCHITECTURE area, grabbed THE ANATOMY FOR THE ARTIST, and started skimming. I wanted to buy the book.

I was about to go home. I was reminded to check out RSO Bookstore. I bought a HEAVY METAL magazine. Felt satisfied. Smiling. Happy. It contained the sequel to REQUIEM.

I just arrived. I ate the KFC left over coleslaw for dinner. Noone expected me to have dinner at home. Sigh. I’m still hungry.

Blah.

I feel empty.

I’ve uploaded a new album over at my multiply account (http://uzii.multiply.com). It’s called DEFECATION.

I haven’t found any worthy subjects yet.

Summer ends. It ends this way.

Moms can get so pointless most of the time. Especially mine.

She wants me to cut my hair. Who cares? I never asked her to cut hers. Who conceived the idea about men having short hair, anyway? I’d like to GUT him.

She wants me to look "clean". Like Pinoy teen celebrities. That sucks. They’re stupid.

She wants me to dress "neatly". Like a rich kid. Like some guy who’s attending a prom. Like some chap who’d most likely exclaim with his casual smile "come get some".

I’ve been doing good at school. Never cheated. Not even once. UNLIKE MOST CLEAN PEOPLE I KNOW. The thought sucks.

I’ve met so many NEAT people, mostly my age, who smoke. She doesn’t appreciate it that i don’t smoke. That I don’t drink. That I don’t get stoned.

Not even one stick. EVER.

My cousins look NEAT. With their haircut and all. But they SMOKE. DRINK. GET STONED.

I’m getting my DNA tested. I’m not a part of her family.

Sorry mom. I wasn’t born like you wanted me. I’m weird.

I’m reluctanlty grateful. Sigh.

Saturday. I woke up at 10 a.m. Earlier than the usual. I waited for a friend to call, to notify me that he was on his way to Redemptorist Church. 12 nn. I called him. He left already. I was cramming. And worried. Before meeting them at "redem", I had to go to INSTA PRINTERS to submit what was lacking. Kuya Elmer, the artist, wasn’t there. My efforts were pointless.

While on the jeepney (12L), I thought of the best short-cut to redem there was. I dropped off at CDU, and RAN to redemptorist church, still worried that my friends must’ve already been bored.

I arrived. Sweaty. Asked Berto, our "suki", if they were there. Berto denied their arrival. I looked for a clock. I saw Redemptorist Church’s Clock Tower was indicating 2 p.m. I went home again, thinking that they went THERE. Upon arriving, I called their cellphones. Knew that they were at redem. Asked that THEY come over.

I burned CD’s for a friend i was supposed to meet at Ayala. She was watching some movie when I arrived. It was still 4. I had to wait 2 hours and a half.

At 6 p.m., my friends decided that we eat. We went to our favorite barbecue stand. I bought 3 pieces of pork barbecue, 4 pieces of chicken gut (tina-e), 3 batches of rice, and a couple of "puso".

We returned to ayala to meet my friend. Waited at Maanyag for her. A stranger coughed. I looked behind and saw three girls going down the escalator. One was staring at me, as if exclaiming "I think that’s him".

I feel like a jerk. "DARN YOU!!!".

My friends kept on nagging that we go to the gig , The Declaration of Independence, early, so we could get good seats / tables.

Urbandub showed up. I’m really bothered how Lalay plucks the bass guitar. It looks like she was flicking it.

Smooth Friction really got the crowd going.

The "microphone-man" kept on announcing to the Carolinians present that there will be a rally on Tuesday, june 14, at 1 30 p.m. at USC TC. It’s for some, anti-haircut, anti-uniform policy. I’m going. Hehehe.

I should’ve went home early. The bands that played after smooth friction sucked. Hehehe.

I’m kneeling for this friend who got annoyed about our aborted appointment. I hope she understands.

It was one heck of a day.

I saw a suicidal lizard.

It was pretty cool. Yeah. 2 seconds after it descended and *splat*.

Sigh.

Two of my closest online buddies are leaving for manila (nikAy and vanna). Hahaha. Bye bye. Tsk. I still haven’t met vanna personally. They’re both taking up their college in ADMU.

Tsk. I missed the mall-wide sale at Ayala today. Pity. I could’ve bought myself a decent pencil. Bah. Who cares.

Oh well. I might as well indulge. Sorry. I have pretty nothing much to write.

I have extremely bad sleeping patterns. Just this morning I slept at 4 a.m. (I was chatting with two online friends, Nikay, and Margarita who both share my ill habits), knowing that I had to wake up 3 hours later, go to my high school, and finalize everything about the batch yearbook (Yeah! Thanks a lot you ingrates!).

There was this inkling that the day was going to be REAL bad. It was. 2 hours since I woke up felt like months of degradation. I’d rather not talk about it.

I had a lot to accomplish. It took us hours to finish everything. After that, the yearbook staff went to INSTA PRINTERS to conclude all that needed to be. Still I was drowsy.

At 6 p.m. I accidentally dozed off and woke up just hours ago, at around 11 p.m. Now I’m wide awake again, and I’m probably sleeping near 4 am. Haahaha.

The day was pretty bummed from the start. Good thing i anticipated that it was, so I expected the worst to happen. The day ended fine. The printing press’s artist agreed to print my studio (Uzi Artworks) on EVERY yearbook back cover. Hahaha. Finally. Here’s a preview of the Batch Yearbook’s cover I made.

Sadly, my bad sleeping patterns have gone worse. Ugh! I’m developing INSOMNIA this way.

(I don’t care. I’m not getting any livejournal stuff. I have too many accounts already. Ugh.)