There's more to this I know.

If you guys want Coheed & Cambria's new album (WHICH WILL BE RELEASED OCTOBER 23), go to my multiply site.

Enjoy.

ummmm i've recently started working and it's a blast but that's not the point. i was tasked to make a blog to bash hello kitty so i can generate traffic in sanriotown.com (believe me it's but reviewing videogames is part of the job so yay) ANYWAY, i'd like you to come visit
bashthecat and add me na rin :D i also have to maintain a blog in sanriotown.com which is http://blog.sanriotown.com/typecats:hellokitty.com/ (aren't dual identities fun?) :D so please. help me out willyaz? thank you thank you.

Good Apollo, I'm Burning Star IV, Volume II: No World For Tomorrow - Track Listing

1. The Reaping
2. No World for Tomorrow
3. The Hound (of Blood and Rank)
4. Feathers
5. The Running Free
6. Mother Superior
7. Gravemakers & Gunslingers
8. Justice in Murder
The End Complete
9. I -The Fall of House Atlantic
10. II - Radio Bye Bye
11. III - The End Complete
12. IV - The Road and the Damned
13. V - On the Brink


Jesus, Mary and Joseph riding a tiny canoe!!! this is it! October 23, people. House Atlantic will FALL! Die Wilhelm Ryan! The Crowing shall exact vengeance and Mariah will rule the Mage!

NEW Coheed & Cambria SONG

album comes out october 23, 2007. Good Apollo, I'm Burning Star IV, Volume 2: No World For Tomorrow.  go to http://myspace.com/coheedandcambria and listen to "The Running Free"

All non-believers stand aside and fear
A new day’s marching through the door
How could you ever think you’d make it here?
Did it bleed? Was it sore?
through the struggles you’ve endured

You’ve come so far from innocence
Provided all the consequence
Only what does it matter now?

Cause you’re going home
You’re running free
As only you would be if you never owed them anything
And now you’ve found your way out
In the trust you’ve seen your path on home

Spend your time well before you go
Here in hell

Your living ends before the engineer
What was your motive in this fight?
(did they play you for the weaker of them?)
How could you ever think you’d make it here?
Was it greed that pushed your heart through the struggles you’ve endured?

You’ve come so far from innocence
Provided all the consequence
Only what does it matter now?

Cause you’re going home
You’re running free
As only you would be if you never owed them anything
And now you’ve found your way out
In the trust you’ve seen your path on home

Spend your time well before you go
Here in hell

There’s a hell in all of us

THIS is Terran superiority. THIS is proof that the Terrans will ultimately vanquish the innumerable Zerg and the laser-obsessed Protoss in Starcraft 2.

Part 1: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcHeto_NSRo




Part 2: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGuBc1Kn1SY&mode=related&search=




Behold the power of the Thor and the imba-ness of the Ghost! The Ghost can deal lethal damage to non-mechanical units (MEANING biological units will get an ample serving of PAIN) which conveniently means.... BYE BYE ZERG. Oh and isn't the Viking adorable? I want one!


ADDED!
Single player demo for the terran part 1: http://youtube.com/watch?v=QCdT4CHqVBg&mode=related&search=



it finally took them years to realize that Jim Raynor SHOULD be the central character for the terrans


disclaimer for part 2:  http://youtube.com/watch?v=NNrQLDrdvLw&mode=related&search=
check out the cameo at the very end. you will shit yourself and not feel dirty. trust me

selling desktop PC's. YOUR specs, OUR low price. apeer. text me 09276425483.

asa ka pa gago!

*batok kay ali* SPLAKK!

aray.

SINCE AYAW NYO MAG REPLY SA PREVIOUS POST... ETO KAYO!

Bulimic rainbows vomit what?
Burn Piano Island Burn!
Coconut pupils never shut?
Burn Piano Island Burn!
Jigsaw babies and their bamboo stilts?
Burn Piano Island Burn!
Charred toucans weaving their black sky quilt?
Burn Piano Island Burn!
The sea shells scream out celestial code.
Melting on the shore inside a flame sno globe.
Burn Burn So burn Piano island!
Torch the treasure!
Torch the shovels!
Torch these hands dipped in gold lacquer,
Torch the finger-prints painting a violence portrait on spinal wings.
I buried my bride of eight inch fingers neck deep in the hungry quicksand.
I buried out children of pineapple skin
where the generic sunsets sparkle so bland.
I split my grandmother like a rotten papaya...
our fright to pollenate the flowers of fire.
I vomited my skeleton and donated it to the war mausoleum...
I cut my will and testament along the scar tissue seam.
I packaged my heart and fed-ex'd it to the octopus queen.
Burn Piano Island Burn!
Soured Palm trees sputter waxy wax stink.
Burn Piano Island Burn!
Boiling lagoons chewing bubble gum pink?
Burn Piano Island Burn!
The vikatin volcano spews and salivates?
It's belly bloated like a pre-teen pregnancy?
I fed its limp indifferent walls tales of an ark haunted with the five howls,
I tied a nervous noose of piano wire
and wrapped it around the mocking throat of the past.
It's head erupted like a rabid roman candle
as I kicked the stamp from underneath.
Burn Piano Island Burn
and drown all your fucking riddles down the throat of the sea.
This one man raft won't be coming back
so don't talk out of tune to me.
From a distance the fornication of fear and flames dwindles so pretty.

ok people, i need your help. MINSAN LANG KAYO MAG REPLY SA POST KO AND THIS IS THE PEFECT TIME TO SHARE IDEAS WITH ME. hey, im a man of ideas.

here's the lowdown:

my boss has this project idea for SM regarding the whole TRINOMA situation (god i love trinoma. naia + greenbelt + glorietta). he wants to organize weekly projects in the block to attract PAYING (mostly from the UPPER C demographic) customers to SM North's high-end section - The Block. anyway, i came up with a couple of ideas, maybe a fashion show/dance show - clothes will be provided by the stores in The Block, maybe gigs (madali lang to), or some sort of ryan cayabyab thingie. maybe cosplay or toy-cons aren't out of the question either. FYI, they're holding the WCG philippines tournament in the block so it's all good. AND my boss wants it televised. wtf. i just emailed UnTV because they're the only one accessible. 

I firmly believe that SM as a whole will always have customers because it caters to everyone (MASA, baby, MASA) but if the rich people want to shop, they'd rather go to trinoma because all of their shops are flagship shops (meaning they're the biggest of all chains and have the widest AND best selections). I'm all out of ideas.

Honestly, SM is in panic mode. they demolished the Annex to house the second IMAX theater in the country. they're redeveloping the interior of the main SM North building so it'll look like the Block.

Welcome to the Mall Wars. in the end, it's us the consumers who win.

so please, any idea will be entertained. help me out here, people.

Put your ear to the speaker
And choose love or sympathy
But never both
Love never wanted me

I'm just a tearcatcher. always was.


Loose lips sink ships.


damn it.

Hugo Weaving IS the voice of Megatron.


all of you can eat shit and die.

i need a beard. not the lumberjack kind of beard. just the scruffy kind

Date:	2007-03-17 01:01
Subject:	nostalgia diorama
Security:	Public
Mood:	morose
Music:	Citizen Cope - Let The Drummer Kick

i was walking around katipunan earlier this evening. i didn't know where to go. no one was replying to my incessant pleadings to kick back and have a beer. you know who you are. and once again, the mind tends to drift and wonder and reflect and question. I've been studying (ergo, almost all of those my age) for around, give or take 15 years, (i started school when i was 2 and a half years old), and now, i've been yanked from the role i fill out as Ali Aslanbaigi that i've been portraying for the past 21 years. Now, i don't wake up to the routine anymore. the routine i've always bitched and ranted about, the routine i've always yearned to break away from. ironically (with a kind of masterful twist), i'm searching for that monotony. I search for it's predictability and stability. You wake up, yosi, breakfast, yosi, bath, yosi, go to school, yosi, study, flirt, laugh, yosi, beer, blueskies, home, simpsons, aquateen hunger force, seinfeld, sleep. It's simple. Throw in an occasional project or two and it's fine. I find myself longing for the safety of routine. I never thought i'd worry about where i should apply for. Ever since i was kid, all i wanted to do was write and play videogames. Oh and advertising and marketing (i can sell porn to the blind). that's it. i miss the promise and safety of routine.

hello world.

"No, you're not dying. You're living. Stress and pressure are telltale signs of life. Enjoy it"

well at least i get to see my dad again after 8 long years. thank you college graduation.

I really am sorry for what I said to you the, but you must realize that I had to do that. It pains me, and I know that I definitely pains you but I believe it’s for the best. you know how when someone leaves, there is supposed to be a party where all your friends wish you off, laughs are shared and memories are relived. Well, this one, all it involves is words, and pain oh and cigarettes. i was so terrified earlier that i blanked out. i ran out of words to say, to "plead my case" so it seemed. well, the mind wandered uncontrollably as i walked from Mayrics to Quezon Ave. I'm not kidding. it was an exercise for my lungs as i walked and smoked at the same time. amazing, what the human can do. anyway, check this out, i wrote this down some time ago when my searching for answers to my stupid questions was successful. I'm not bitter, not at all. I'm not going to be the kind of person who stalks the halls of LJ poking cheap shots at you. No, you know me better than that. You've always known me as the good guy, right? this is my last hammer blow. My final thrust. my coup d'grace. i dont know how to spell. this is raw, unchecked emotion, so forgive my "rage-blackouts" when it comes to punctuation and spelling.

They say that you make other people want to change for the better.

Am I just a name to you? Or am I just someone who didn’t matter to you? I may not always approve of what you’re doing but I always smile and say that at least I am trying my best to understand it. You are a paradox for I feel that the possibilities could be endless when we are talking, that the meaning goes a lot deeper than what we both actually think and yet, when you’re close you seem distant, even cold. Maybe that is the symbolism for your distance that all I can ever do is look at you from afar and all I can do is ogle and admire you from the other side of that gap. The roaring fire that we share is suddenly put out when we get closer. I am not like anyone you’ve ever met and I take pride in that. But does this special position I hold be my own downfall when it comes to you? I pray not. I try to understand you but the more I unravel your mysteries, more puzzles jump out of nowhere just to baffle and confuse me even more than when I started. A never ending enigma that I fear I will never understand. You told me that “great” is an understatement when I asked you if you had fun, that you were never bored. You even pulled out the word "soulmate" on me one time when you were at your lowest and i was there holding your hand during that tumultuous time. You pulled a dagger out of nowhere and you stabbed me with it and told me to understand, that the bleeding that you caused me is pardonable, even normal. I never understood and now this dagger lodged in me becomes a part of my system and only you can take it out. I’ve tried to burn the bridges so that I may forget but I’m also the one piecing them together hoping against all hope that you may cross it. Everywhere I go all I can see and think about is you. But I guess you never will cross that worn out bridge that I’ve tried ever so hard to rebuild. Call me pathetic. Call me romantic. Or call me a fool. I will also be by your side but I guess you will never, ever see that. I’ve come to know and love you but I fear that you never did the same to me. If you at least knew me well enough then maybe we could’ve shared more than just words. Reciprocation. I guess I’m on my own to reciprocate and we all know that it is impossible. This stalwart vigil may lead me to disaster but if this is what it needs to make you understand then so be it. If you won’t be there to catch me now that I’ve fallen, well, maybe then this is for the best and yet I’ve been falling for the longest of time. Catch me before I am so down this hole that you will never hear my voice. If you leave me for dead, then all I can do is say goodbye, right? I will never say goodbye but it is beyond doubt that you have waved your last goodbye and I, the fool, never saw it. I’m waiting for a ship that will never come. I have always been the good guy. But maybe what they say about good guys finishing last is true. But then again, I’ve always been known to go against the grain. I’ve tried so hard to fit your mold, your criteria. Maybe it’s a bit arrogant for me to think that I’ve never fit your mold because I’m too big for it. But then again, maybe I just never fit in. I never have. Or then again, maybe you’ve never even tried to fit me in that mold, that oh so precious paragon that I’ve been trying to emulate. Just that little nudge needed to make it fit, to make it feel right. I’ve given my all, more than I can ever give to anyone. I promise to keep your heart forever and would rather have mine viciously ripped out if it means keeping yours still warm and beating. I may be hard headed, even naïve, to think that I will wait. Time has always been this boy’s friend.

            So is it true that you make other people want to change for the better? Maybe so, but did you ever think that I never changed? Did it ever cross your mind that I’ve always been this way but then you never see it? All you see is a name and face. I’ve taken the wrong turn and now I’m in a one way highway to my implosion. That’s good. Maybe after I implode like a star maybe then will you notice me and see me for what I really am... or what I really was.

        everything i've come to love, to believe in, to hope for... is lost... everything is fucking lost. as much as i'd like to paint a perfect picture of everything, i can't do it. it's impossible. i can't blame it on fate, i can't blame it on circumstance, all i can blame is myself. for being blind, for being naive, for being a dreamer. dreamers give the world a soul, while realists keep it alive. all is fucking lost

so will i be alright? my feet sure aren't. you broke my heart twice and my eyes have no more tears to offer. ali is dead? for sure. implosion like a neutron star? guaranteed.

i hope you read this. of all the times that you tell how many people hurt you, look back and try to see maybe you're the ones hurting someone else, someone "dear", someone who just smiles and sucks it in because he is a fucking doormat who can never say no to you.

im the biggest raisin-balled pussy in the world. i set out to prove that good guys dont finish last. haha now naive. Ummm gago.

*bow

i am the biggest pussy on earth

who would've thought that the comic, Wanted, would give the final push for what I MUST do.

2007, step up.

oh and good guys finish last.





stick that in your pipe and smoke it

acknowledge me now or lose me forever.











-seth cohen.



so true