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the name of doom...kashato shirts...its a practice set for the novice accountant...too bad i'm not a novice accountant...i'm far, far worse...

i have 2 tests today...ms office...then ms office lab...and then some...

boring...

it'll be just the three of us in the studio today ( provided that dwayne's studio is open)...jamming to the white stripes and silverchair...there will be no bassist...how sad...

gig's on oct. 16...if you can, please come...i'll drain 150 pesos of your money for crappy music that'll never get heard outside bars and slum areas...

ding...time's up...

seph's watching corpse bride...lois is at her dorm...timo's in outer space...jeff's kickin' someone's butt...emil's attending to jenny...and i'm still worried about kashato shirts, the gig on sunday, and how nashi's doing right now...

dammit...

:::there is a dim reality facing me today:::

i smile even though i know now that i shouldn't be smiling...

dammit...my head hurts...

its cold inside the laboratory...

its colder inside our broken down refrigerator...

there's going to be a barrage of tests next week...

dammit...my head will hurt even more...

there's a chill down my spine...

its cold...

the sun is not shining...

this isn't funny anymore...

:::bing:::ding:::kring kring::::

there are still some things in life i cannot get around...

dammit...

my head hurts...

listening to red hot chili peppers...

wondering how i'd fund the demo...

our songs suck anyway...

dammit...

my head hurts...

ding....

look a bird flying thru the air...

rebellion kills...

revolution liberates...

rats smell...

there is no justice in this world...

i know...

trust me, i know...

it'll be you and me...

up in the trees...

and forest will give us the answer/s...

bored...

confused...

alienated...

pull it...

bang....