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A Blog Entry from the Mind of a Certain Paolo

June 16, 2008

Hi. Paolo here. But I’d rather have you call me “isprikitikoy.” Isprikitikoy hungry! Isprikitikoy mad! Grrr!

Moving forward, it took me a whole g*ddamn hour to think of something to write about. I gave up on the last minute of that hour, and so I apologize if I write anything of hebe… hebetud… hebetudinous… g*ddamn it! Of stupid nature. There!

I wanted to watch The Incredible Hulk today, but due to an unforeseeable time constraint (I didn’t know that Manieh had to go to church at 6 PM, but it’s all good!), I wasn’t able to. Hahay… the movie won’t be taken out of theatres for another week or so, depending on whether it’s really good or not, and I know it is (I hope), so there’s really nothing to be worried about. Or is there? FUCK YOU BRAIN FOR THINKING OF SUCH A POSSIBILITY! FUCK YOU!

I was at school today, and just like last semester, I felt weird among the younger people. Maybe because at this age, I’m supposed to have graduated. FUCK YOU AGAIN, BRAIN! At the kiosk, those younger people would be laughing and thinking they were cool and all. If I was a 100% mentally handicapped and deranged (luckily, I’m just around 15%… 20% maybe?), I swear, I’d cut a hole in each and every one of those younger people’s throats and fuck them through that hole. Then I’d squirt. Then I’d see my cum trickling down their nostrils. Then I’d probably come back to my senses and move to Columbia to hide and eventually join a drug cartel, since I committed a crime and all, so why not just go all the way, right?

OK… Or maybe I could just give each and every one of those younger people a cock-punch? Ey, Yani?

Well, that’s about it for now. Until next time!

Below is a picture I would like to share with you guys. The picture on the left would be me if I were to be exposed to heavy gamma radiation. Enjoy!

– isprikitikoy

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Yo Yo Yiggity Yo

June 13, 2008

Yo Fellas! What’s goin’ on? Stephen here, in case you guys didn’t realize heheh. Sorry I haven’t posted until now, kinda caught me at a bad time, finals and all. But finals have just ended as I get closer to ending my college career. My next quarter is my last quarter and I must say, it’s been awesome. But, I won’t really get into all that. If you’d like to know though, I don’t mind talking about it, but otherwise I don’t wanna bore you guys heheh.

Anyhow, super bummage that East West has closed. We had some good times there. I haven’t been back to Cebu in a while. Missing it more and more. But, seeing as how I keep getting busier and busier, I’m not sure when I’ll be able to go back.

So how’s it goin’ with everyone? What’s new? What have I missed? And who exactly is on this thing???

Stephen

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All of you are going to hell!

June 7, 2008

I am the light. I am the path. You are but a worm. You will suffer, repent, believe, live a life of joy eternal, die, and come to me for acceptance. For I am loving. For I am kind. For I will embrace you even how dirty, murky, and black your soul is. You will me mine. We will be together. For you are mine alone to consume, and nobody else. You are my life, and your life is mine. You along with others will let me live, you and others will fuel my burning belly for more decades to come. And more.

For I am your God.

Hi, I’m Alex. During my downtime I read comics, play video games (none of that korean mmporg shit, console’s where it’s at!), draw comics-related art, read weird books, sleep, crave for pizza, dream of things beyond dreams, and of things older than the world when there was nothing but black and God was but a whisper behind the ears of the Beings.

And I miss EastWest.

And the teenage girls waiting to get raped, as suggested by how they behave and their clothing preference.

Oh yeah…

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buga riddly oo!

June 6, 2008

Rats. Definitely. Eastwest was then.

Name’s Tristan. Supahpinchu extraordinaire!

Ayala has now become a hulking mammoth of annoyance with the exclusion of a gaming haven. Coffee will never be the same, nor will a drag from that faithful cigarette in the slew of brown and cream foliage with a hint of potpourri allowing itself a sniff.

Good times.

Bad times.

All the time.

Gotta slide. Phone’s a-ringing.

Another time. Another place.

– supahpinchu

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Move One Inch at a Time..

June 6, 2008

So here we are in our new neat little haven. Our home away from home; our Utopia; our flamboyant wet dream.

Anyway.. our old haven, EastWest, was recently demolished by cheap blood sucking vampires that liked to sit for hours at a time while only ordering a glass of iced t… blood. As a result, the place closed down, and my friends and I are stuck here to rant about it. *No idea if that’s why they actually closed down. Personally, I think it’s because the rats decided to take over and hold the owner for ransom. Yep. Rats!

I’m Sean. I game, program, and drink. Unlike the other posters on this blog, I’m on the other side of the world, which, i think, should add +1 to my cool points. Good ol’ U.S of A. Although I had to move here, Cebu will always have a special place in my pants. In fact, as a testament to my man love for Cebu and all of it’s people, I made a short visit down there last month.

Getting back to Cebu was, for a lack of a better word, a bitch. Aside from the fact that I had to get a VISA, I also had to prepare myself for the longest trip of my life. I’m lazy; I’m very lazy. I don’t like doing things that arn’t absolutely necessary, which is ironic because I’m posting here. Ah, peer pressure. ANYWAY, the flight was ok untill I got to San Francisco. My flight was at 3 a.m. on the 5th, and I woke up at 5 a.m. on the 4th. Not bad, yeah? Untill you take into account the time difference which left me with 25 hours of not sleeping, and oh, the whole having to walk thing. So I board the plane, fall asleep, and wake up a couple hours later to two indian people sitting right beside me. “SHIT!” I thought. They tried to speak to me in their own dialect, so I replied to them “English only…” My facial expression alone probably pissed them off. I thought I was quite subtle about it, but hey, what are you gonna do? So after a 15 hour flight with the stench of foul breath and stinky feet a float, I got off the plane. Rest of the trip was quite painless. I met up with a good friend of mine, Jan, at the airport, and the good times started rollin’.

I’ll save the rest for another time.

–.xep

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So Begins the Exile

June 6, 2008

Five in the afternoon on a Friday. I’ve just missed three days of work from being sick from a month-long binge with the Viceroys of Boom Town.

Life is good.

Hi. My name’s John. Some of you will know me from my comicbook-centered work journal, Border Break, and most you will not. Heh. I draw comics. And I’m working on getting a professional gig at either Marvel, Image, or DC. We’ll see. But yeah, that’s my 411.

Anyway, the boys have dispersed again, and this blog was started as a means to keep in touch… more or less. Fuck all them social networks, yeah? Aside from that, this thing’ll serve as curtain-liftage to peek into our specific lifestyles… or lack thereof. This is us not wanting to write about ourselves… or wanting to write about ourselves but not wanting to admit it. You decide.

Let the games begin.