Uncle Su’s Got Some.

Like wearing the new jacket and fake leather gloves in the middle of the night, and then ride around the complex on the scooter? Yeah.

My new scooter has arrived, 2 days later after I bought it in Amazon. Free shipping, somemore. So amazing.

“Did You Get My Message?”

Did you get my message, the one I left
While I was trying to condense everything
That I meant in a minute or less when I called to confess
And make all of my stresses go bye-bye

Did you get my message, you did not guess
‘cuz if you did you would have called me with your sweet intent
And we could give it a rest
’stead of beating my breast
Making all of the pressure go sky-high

Do you ever wonder what happens to the words that we send
Do they bend, do they break from the flight that they take
And come back together again with a whole new meaning
In a brand new sense, completely unrelated to the one I sent

Did you get my message, oooh oooh ooooh
Did you get my message, oooh oooh ooooh
Did you get my message, yeah, oooh oooh ooooh hooo

Uh oh, where did it go, must have bopped past your phone
And fallen right outta the window
[Rachel Yamagata:] ooh well, how can I tell?
Shoulda called the operator maybe she know the info
But whether or not my message you got was too much or a lot to reply
[Rachel Yamagata:] why not try this for a fact
Should you ever come back I’d relax and feel relieved
Before my panic attack

Ahh hooo oooh
Did you get my message, oooh oooh ooooh
Did you get my message, oooh oooh ooooh
Did you get my message, yeah oooh oooh ooooh hooo

Did you get my message, the one that I left
While I was trying to condense everything that I meant
[Rachel Yamagata:] Now the moment is passed
Not much sand in the glass and I’m standing to lose my mind
Do you ever wonder what happens to the words that we send
So they bend, do they break from the flight that they take
And come back together again with a whole new meaning
In a brand new sense, and please be sympathetic to the time I spent

Did you get my message, oooh oooh ooooh
Did you get my message, oooh oooh ooooh
Did you get my message, yeah oooh oooh ooooh hooo
Did you get my message
[Rachel Yamagata:] no I didn’t hear a word you said
Did you get my message
[Rachel Yamagata:] no I’m not gonna believe your lies anymore
Did you get my message that I want to reconnect with you
Did you get my message
[Rachel Yamagata:] I can hear you say your coming but I don’t hear
Why did you get the message love ?
That I want to get back with you
Did you get my message love
That I want to reconnect with you
Why did you get the message love ?
Did you get my message
[Rachel Yamagata and Mraz:] That I want to reconnect with you

I love drinking coffee. Its no secret. I wasn’t brought up to be this way, but damn I love my coffee. I practically have punch cards for all the coffee stands I go to. Heck, my sister is a part-time Barista in California.

But the lesser known fact is that everytime i gulp doqn a cup of coffee my stomach will act up and the next thing I know is that I’m passing gas every minute and I’ll feel terribly sick. People tell me its the milk they put in my mix. Then I’ll have a bad case of diarrhea at night. What gives?

*Knock knock*

Me: Oy! Open up, I left my glasses in the bathroom.
CR: I need to pee!
Me: You can pee and I can get my glasses at the same time what!
CR: I pee sitting down one.
Me: CHEEBYE!

Hakson convinced me to finally put that compressed air to good use. I blowed it on the camera body, in the body, on both cameras, and between which I’ve inhaled some pretty-smelling gases too. Wheeeeee~ Very high I am.

Apparently I haven’t been able to use any google services other than gmail. Nope, I can’t search, I can’t use my calendar and I certainly can’t seem to be using google maps to plan my trip tomorrow.

My take is that Comcast is fucking with me as a small-time subscriber because google refuses to pay them high-traffic tax. Fuck you Comcast.

Whose fault is it anyway?

Very very bad boy.

Coldplay - Fix You

When you try your best but you don’t succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can’t sleep
Stuck in reverse

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you.

I am having one of those episodes again. The kind when I feel worthless and helpless. The kind when I lose all confidence, self-esteem and self-respect. I have been working so hard in class for the past weeks. I’ve been waking up early for classes and staying up late for homeworks. I’ve reviewed materials. I’ve planned, scheduled and rescheduled my study schedule, over and over again. I’ve tried to make things work but they just aren’t.

I am having a midterm in a few hours. Instead of doing any last minute touch-ups like the rest of the class is, I am pouring my heart out here. No, I haven’t studied for it. I gave up yesterday when I flunked a midterm. I’ve emailed my adviser telling her I have up, I want to withdraw for the class. I want to withdraw from all classes. I want to go back to Bali, go back to taking beautiful pictures. I want to be touching up on photos instead of working day and night for my classes. I don’t want to make a resume. I don’t have anything to boast in the resume anyway.

So yes I am the guy who drops a class 2 weeks after the deadline, no less a few hours before his first midterm.
I’m sure my advisor’s shaking her head in disbelief. The dude who came for advising as early as June, who whines when he was told that he had to stay for another 2.5 years to graduate, who was asking so much questions about masters’ programs and MBA… who whined about how little credit he had this term.. Is now dropping one of his class.

I guess now I should just move on to the next midterm. Let the cycle begin again. Oh am I glad I’ll be in Bloomington IN by this weekend.

Worthless. Weak. What would your father think? What would he say? Didn’t you say you’d do him proud?

Someone fix me up please. Please.

For the past few days I’ve been getting random messages telling me to restart the Macbook.

Photo
Frequency
Read up on the forum and blogs. Links.
Called Applecare, Phillipines.

Kernel Panic
Downloaded Airport Base extreme update 2007-2004

Called another time 7 Oct.
This time logitech VX Rev. mouse lost touch with devide driver. She called me to throw away the logitech daemon file in the preference folder and viola evrything went back to normal. 12H later I got another kernel panic.

I pissed.

No time. Exam tomorrow. Fuck you Pamela. You, my source of joy and misery. You, my love, my demonized anger.

The whole cycle keeps on repeating itself. Everything seems like deja vu, like they’ve happened before, sometime before. The familiarity is chilling down my spine. I am shivering with looming thoughts of failure and disappointments. I am but failing.

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