I missed a friend’s funeral because of a deadline. Now I feel like such a douchebag.

Instructions:
Post as many shows you enjoyed when you were still a kid.
Tagging anyone interested.

In conversations between friends about the television programs we used to watch as kids I always get singled out because I was the weird boy who never watched any of the local shows. I remember having vicious fights between my nanny over the remote control. While she wanted to watch her afternoon soaps on channel 2 I was more interested in the Japan Video Topics marathon on channel 9. Maybe I would have been more interested if I actually understood the language back then.

But then again, no. Now that I’m proficient enough in Tagalog to curse some reckless bus driver’s whore of a mother to bloody hell, soaps about a poor girl and rich boy who are secret lovers, but are unknowingly siblings, whose parents lost one of them in an explosive vehicular accident caused by a magic bullet shot by a jealous mistress… and are about to have a retarded baby together…(and if you follow the recent trend, that baby will grow up to have super powers and will fight magical fairies from outer space) *inhale* It just doesn’t do anything for me. Yes, I know my grammar is atrocious but I can’t think of a better way to sum up the Filipino formula for good TV.

Sometimes being too different gets me in a lot of awkward situations. Just a few weeks ago I was watching a few Monty Python videos with friends. Maybe there were a few forced laughs from them here and there… but it was the most quiet sitting of any comedy show I remember.

It wasn’t until the Internet that I started to develop a penchant for dark humor. But I can’t deny that growing up on these shows had a big influence on my imagination and the things I find funny. For example, when I was nine, I wanted to grow up to be Robocop or McGuyver while pulling off a Doogie Howser. And when I have conversations with myself in my head, the voice I hear in my head is exactly like the narrator in The Wonder Years.

I don’t know what the hell happened to my Internet but I hope it stays this way forever. It literally took three minutes to download 5 episodes of the Daily Show. This can’t be real. lol. I’m not expecting to see this post in my blog when I wake up.

The only decent place I know that serves em dropped it from their menu, so please someone tell me…. Where the hell can I buy steamed Chinese buns with red bean filling!?!?!??!?!?

It’s funny how we jokingly maintain
that this friendship won’t work out
because we always argue
about who gets to keep the receipt
when we eat out for lunch

next time, let’s eat in a place
where we can split the check

I’d give today’s pizza a 6/10

…and it bothers me a bit. Well, not really. lol.

Taken From:How to die in a proper way

I stopped dead in my tracks when I overheard someone calling somebody and idiot because she couldn’t get a simple math problem right. She thought ten years ago was nineteen ninety-two. The thing is, I knew I would’ve given the same rough estimate. 1998 Just doesn’t sound right.  It doesn’t feel like it’s been that long ago. Time shouldn’t be like that, damnit.

Maybe it’s just me, but when I looked around it seemed like a lot of other people were thinking the same thing.

Just when I think I’ve seen everything there is to see; Just when I was starting to believe you’ve done your worst; Just when I start thinking it’s safe to come out, you find a new way to fuck me up. You deserve your own goddamned category.

You can’t read the subs though… but its all for the better I guess. But when you can understand it… ugh. lol.

What if four-hundred years from now the textbooks will tell kids that High School Musical is a masterpiece? What if it becomes one of the most sought-after plays in classical theater? I mean, Shakespeare was never revered in his lifetime but now his works are celebrated as genius. (although I’ve never been a fan)

Man… what kind of screwed up world that would be? I know I wouldn’t want to live there.

…actually what if someone said the same thing about Hamlet some 400 years ago?

Holy crap. I’m mentally making an orchestra arrangement for Backstreet Boy’s quit playing games with my heart. I better stop. Now.