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4th Edition Blind-Sent-Letter
Fall Out

Well...I'm not quite sure that I’d be calling this a blind-sent letter.
Anyway, this letter wouldn't fall under the definition of a Blind-Sent one.

So, recap...today is the 11th of June 2001, Monday.
- Tomorrow is 12 June 2001...the Philippines' so-called ID day
- school has started for most people (mine starts on 14 June 2001,thurs)
- thesis time for most of us (ust ppl)
- unemployed era for the others (ex-ssc ppl/ex-dlsu ppl etc)
- my countdown: 16 months, 2 weeks til blast off...
- X-Files tonight (oh goody!)

On to the main topic. School stinks. Talk about immaturity. I've been studying for God knows how long and I'm starting to get sick of it. My lack-luster thesis is starting to wear me down (I haven't even started), I get tired just thinking about it...frankly it's starting to annoy me. Nevertheless, I'm still excited about the idea...I just can't seem to get a move on with it.

So, far I'm toiling on Philippine statistics, urban planning principles and concepts, and Philippine geology. I'm getting nowhere as of the moment.

I just ordered something from the net...I don't know how much it's gonna cost, but anyway...

okay, what else can I rant about? I've got a lot, where would you want me to start? My latest stint at stupidity? I'm not one to complain about that...I did make a veeeerrrrrry biiiiiig mistake (which was just downright stupid) I raise my hand to that...yes, I did that, that was me...no contest. That mistake is a metaphor of all sorts. It signifies the end of summer, represent things that SHOULD NEVER be, and gives me one more valid reason to leave. :-) I have to love my life.

What keeps me going nowadays? just one thing...The X-Files (or what remains of it). After almost 7 years, I still live off the files...what can I say? It's a good tension outlet.

I've got all the materials in front of me but I'm not reading them...nothing's being absorbed.

I think I'll just continue everything later...I'm getting sleepy. (sleepy at 1pm would you believe?) ohkay people I have to go.

Yay!
I'm one spaced-out person...
good-bye...
yay!

I want to watch Dexter's Laboratory...I miss cartoons...

I'm really gonna go now, but I don't know how to end this letter.

New fave TV ad: the Coke commercial with siblings in one beetle "Carl Kalabaw! Carl Kalabaw...!"Cute. :-)

The web brings poeple together because no matter what kind of a twisted, sexual mutant you happen to be, you've got lots of pals out there. Type in "Find people that have sex with goats that are on fire" and the computer will say, "specify type of goat".

"Die WaRHeit iST iRGWenDo Da DRauSSeN"

2003 Remarks on "My Demented Summer 2001 Mind"
Has it been years since I wrote this letter? Funny, it seems like I wrote it just a few months back. Or that's probably my non-existent sense of time haunting me.

1.) World War I - Ah! Yes! The good old days...or was it? It's another one of my obsessions categorized under: nostalgia/black_and_white_footage/carnage/ethnic_cleansing/megalomania/men_in_uniform. Just type in any of those keywords in my OCD-Database and you'll find this topic along with other similar subjects. Under the same category, one will also find nostalgia/books/cinema/worldwars/erich_maria_remarque/easy_company.This search string will lead you to all the WWI and WWII books and movies stored in the database.

I've always been a war freak, (hmmm, that doesn't sound right),let me rephrase that. I've always been obsessed with everything about "wars" (or is it men in uniforms...whatever). It's a direct result of the way I was brought up. My father would read me a bedtime story straight out of National Geographic or one of the novels he is currently reading. Sometimes he would regale me with stories from his youth (in a convex house in Nichols) or war films he watched as a young lad. Most of the time, we would just have philosophical conversations about past wars during dinner.

That would explain why I am neck-deep with my world wars obsession. From the Red Baron, dog fights, Waffen SS uniforms to Band of Brothers to Longest Day (heck! even return to eternity!) and 2am conversations about All Quiet On The Western Front. To everyone who indulged me regarding these obsessions...this entry's for you! (Hi Athena! Though you were there only because of the boys harhar!)

2.)I'm not one to reminisce...actually I do reminisce... A LOT! I tend to crack up and roll-on-the-floor-laughing everytime i do, instead of getting teary-eyed. But that's just the prozac rolling.

3.) Since I'm back to my old emotionless self (not too emotionless this time), I hardly visit gossamer. I've also forgotten my unfinished fanfic which I started writing during my Planning Class (PLN2) in the physics room 2-3 years ago. It's stuck in a notebook somewhere. Darn it! and the story was actually quite nice. Too bad I never got around to finish it.

4.) I mentioned in the letter that my thesis adviser... good, jolly, ole Archt. Yulo, has assigned me 50 massing and structural models for my thesis. I was on my 20th model (4 tree houses, 3 massing models, 6 subterranean massing models, 4 ground level structures, 3 site models) when Mr. Burns (our dearly departed-yet still walking dean ---JOKE!!!) conceived a brillianty lousy idea: DISSOLVE AR 5-20!!!! Thanks a lot. The rest is history.

History meaning, AR 5-20, my class with Arch. Yulo, was dissolved beyond salvage (not even a threat of a law suit was able to fix it). So, I got stuck with Archt. ProtoPlasm (protoplasm: the white stuff that forms at the edges of his lips when he talks...plus the occasional rocket-launched-protoplasm). Archt. Protoplasm doesn't car emuch for models...because he likes round objects. God knows why...I guess that's to compensate for his really round and shiny balding head.

Well, now tha I have made the necessary additions to the next Blind-Sent-Letter...enjoy! :)

3rd Edition Blind-Sent-Letter
My Demented Summer 2001 Mind
--------------------CAUTION--------------------
THIRD INSTALLMENT TO BART'S BLIND SENT LETTER. IF YOU HAPPEN TO RECEIVE SUCH A THING BEFORE (POOR YOU), YOU KNOW THE DRILL: EITHER GO THROUGH MY RANTINGS OR IMMEDIATELY DISPOSE OF THIS IN THE TRASH. DESERVING OR UNDESERVING, CURIOUS OR NOT, SHIPPER OR NAXIS, YOU BE THE JUDGE...READ OR DELETE? WEIGH YOUR OPTIONS VERY CAREFULLY BEFORE PLUNGING INTO THE LITTLE DOWNWARD SPIRAL CALLED BART'S BLIND SENT LETTER. YOU HAVE BEEN APTLY WARNED...BEWARE THE CONSEQUENCES.

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Howdy folks!

Well, well how long has it been since I threw caution to the Internet wind and made a blind sent letter? I'm sure not a single person in my address book is actually sad that I almost forgot to send these thingies. Look, I'm not one to ruin your parade...so grab those annoying party hats and let the band play on...for Bart's back with the third installment of the infamous "Blind Sent Letter".

A bit of recent history, blind sent letters actually originated from the First World War. You see,the people then were highly engaged in trench warfare. So basically they're just firing their guns and throwing their stink bombs not exactly knowing who and where their enemies are. Pretty stupid warfare if you ask me, but hey! It beats the hell out of those remote controlled missiles and media-covered strafing.

Anyway, you see, these trench-people were getting home sick and all, so, the soldiers (who were still so young they all have yet to get laid) started writing letters to their loved ones back home (far, far away from the trenches). As we all know, military intelligence have to open up these letters and actually block out important things. Here's an example:



"My dearest mother,

Do you still remember me? I'm your son, ****. The situation here is still pretty bad. My **** hurt his **** and they had to send him to ****. But there were no **** in **** so they had to ship him back here at the **** . I amputated his **** myself. It was pretty awful. There are about 75 of them like that. I had to **** my guts out when I saw this. But a **** has to do what a **** has to do. I miss your ****, have you heard from ****? I'm guessing he's stuck in ****. This chemical **** is such a pain in the eyes. I don't think it's a good idea to hope that the war will be over soon. Well, my commanding **** is calling us now; we are going to the **** so we can surprise the **** in their ****. I know the **** are out there to annihilate ½ of us and have the firepower to back that up. But I'm thinking the **** platoon can handle them that our mustard gasses will hold them off, maybe I could sneak off to the frontlines so, I can get home soon. That'll be all for tonight ****. I'm hoping to come back by ****. Send my love to ****,****, and ****.


Much love,
****"

They block out important things using a crude stick with lots of ink refill. These crude things are the predecessor of the marker and the brand Pentel Pen. Anyway, since they blocked out so much of the letter, names, locations, dates etc. they didn't know who to send these letters to. And they didn't have the time to check each one of them for addresses. So, they just sent out these letters hoping that all will be delivered correctly. Basically, they were sending letters like the blind. So, at that point in history, people were getting mails from persons they didn't even know...but missing their own sons, lovers, brothers etc. they had no choice but read the letter and pretend it's from their loved one. Pathetic ain't it?

Obviously I invented all that crap up. Anyone who believes otherwise needs a good old smack in the head (with a mace if you please). The actual origin of the blind sent letters was simply from my depression due to a now, equally infamous event that happened almost a year ago. Of course, I hardly remember what actually went during that tumultuous month...but I'm not one to reminisce. So, based from these deductions, you can draw the assumption that these letters are born out of dread, hate, loathing and a whole lotta angst. But now, I don't have dread (if you count thesis a dread...then there you have it), I 'm not actually loathing anything or anyone for that matter, angst none either...I leave that to the fanfic writers at Gossamer, hate? Well, I don't really have much time to even consider hating anything. So what have I become? I can say I'm back to my old self. Weird...annoying... and definitely emotionless self.

Summer is definitely over. 2 weeks into May and the rain made a hell of an appearance, and it refused to leave! :) I have to stifle a chuckle, I'm sure most of you know that I prefer a rainy day to a sun-drenched day. Can you blame me? I'm a pessimist who sees the glass half-full (Can anyone please psycho-analyse me now?).

What has everyone been doing this vacation? I'm sure you all got a fair amount of tan. As for me, I stayed at home and regained my melatonin balance besides I got scared of those harmful UV rays (shudder). So, I just sat back on my chair and surfed the net till the images on my monitor are once again superimposed onto my retina. Actually, I do have a bit of a tan myself...smack right on my face. You, see I started wearing sunglasses while surfing, just to get rid of the glare. I also started wearing these sunglasses while channel surfing; I tried to soak up as much sun as I could. Little did I know that both of my surfing activities would entail an unusual tan from radiation. I've got permanent goggles now...and I think that I was exposed to too much radiation it has affected my already demented mind.

God help me! The rice cooker is after me! I don't think the rice cooker really likes cooking rice at all. I mean, every time I stock it full of grain and plug it...in a few minutes it's starting to sputter out and make all these weird clanging noises. Must be an X-File, I should investigate into these things."appliances that don't like what they're doing". I'm sure the vacuum is one them and the washing machine would be on top of the list. Hey! Did you guys know that we shouldn't anger our microwave ovens? Microwaves, if they chose to. could lace our food with undetectable carcinogenic materials, thus killing us slowly. So, before pounding on your microwave for not popping all the popcorn, think about it, you wouldn't want him to get mad at you now would you?

All that talk about popcorn has reduced me into a slimy little puddle of a caveman. "Woman! Get back here and make me a sandwich!" Well, I'm supposed to be doing my thesis right now, and finishing the book. My adviser has just dropped a bomb of at least 50 models I have yet to create.oohboy, is he going to kick my silly little ass if he finds out I'm not doing anything. J So, so much for my blind sent letter, it didn't have a piece of decent crap. I should start looking for more things to complain about. Catch y'all later alligator! Hmmm, have I taken a shower? I believe I haven't.but what do you care? You can't smell me! Mwahahahahaha! Computers definitely have no emotion; the spell checker just underlined my laughter in red. Can't this thing understand that it's not a word? It's a sound when people feel mean..Mwahahahahaha!

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"Who would fare better in this world of fitful time? Those who have seen the future and live only one life? Those who defy the future and live two lives? Or those who have not seen the future and live only one life?"

Cherish the past...Enjoy the present...Fight the future

2003 Remarks on "Frustration Abound"
Five hundred, twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes...has passed well, not exactly... since I worte this angst-ridden letter.

1.) Rusty - my dear dear favorite tom-kitten. *Sigh* I remember it as if it were yesterday, when my father and I have been arguing if he's male or female. It was a very funny conversation...

ME: She's a girl cat.
DAD: No, it's a tomcat.
ME: Look dad, there's no thingy here... it
definitely looks like a girl cat from here.
DAD: Hintayin mo lang, when it grows up, he will be
a tomcat.

Well, true enough, he was a tom cat. With a liking for Baliwag's lechon manok. I even bought him a colar with a bell (no! not like the one hanging from cows!) because we had a difficult time finding him when he slept in cupboards.

Rusty passed away a year ago, if I remember correctly. We had to put him to sleep, cause our weird neighbor ran over him with his car (maybe our neighbor was drunk) paralyzing Rusty from ... well... waist down in human terms. Oh! my poor little Rusty!

I certainly miss his scratches and annoying meowing (that sounds more like wenge!wenge!) and even the way we always had to rescue him from up the tree from his bird catching sessions.

My point is, Rusty grew from a tiny kitten to a large retardate cat (he still thinks like a kitten)...until the neighbor ran over him. the end.

2.) Daria...lalalalala... MTV has long messed up the schedule of this programming. I hardly know what the hell has happened to Daria and his stolen boyfriend Tom. So, to revive my misery-chick days (hello Jovette!) I've decided to download all the Daria episodes I can and asked my cousin to buy me both the Daria movies. Ain't life grand? :) Surely I won't go a day without my dose of misery!

3.) bad 1-inch hair days: I've grown my hair, though still not that long...I still get bad hair days, but not the 1-inch kind of thing. When I get bad hair days now, I look like Einstein (or my dad, or Koizumi whichever one you prefer). The horror! The horror!

4.) Harry Potter withdrawal symptoms. After five books and two movies (plus HBO), I would like to say ... YES!!!! I'M FINALLY CURED! Plus now, I have the financial capability to buy all the books I want, MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

5.) Edwin Van der Sar : Last I heard, which means yesterday...that he's currently playing for this English club Portsmouth. I have yet to see that, as we all know my father is not a very reliable source of current events. He's more of a history kind of guy.

I'm not making much sense anymore...maybe it's the boring day...I'll stop here.

2nd Edition Blind-Sent-Letter
Frustration Abound

--------------------WARNING--------------------------
Second edition of Bart's blind sent letter. If you happen to receive such a letter a few months back, you know the drill. If you're new to this...well, this letter means I am neck-deep in frustration and want to let some steam off. This letter is made with nobody in mind to send it to. Which means that after finishing this letter I just happily point and shoot at my address book. So if you think that you don't want to hear the rantings of deranged X-Phile, please destroy the evidence and pretend this letter never reached you.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED...
-------------------POINT OF NO RETURN----------------

I have never been so darn irritated (for the past few months that is). Imagine this...happily surfing around the net and voila! A site comes into mind...curiosity drives you to click on that site and what do I get? The site tells me absolutely NOTHING of EVERYTHING!!!

I came across this interview with Duchovny and he was ranting about how good it feels to be home by 6pm for dinner with his wife (Tea "I-look-like-gillian-anderson-but-david-won't-admit-it Leoni) and their yearling madeline West (hey! Mad-West! Sounds neat >:C).

Okay, I'm pissed because as we all know Duchovny plays Mulder, and he's planning to leave the show. Actually he doesn't want to leave the show...he's keeping it inside his pocket just in case his movie career doesn't take off. So, I get this impression that he's creating a safety net out of Mulder! Which of course puts the show's equilibrium in jeopardy? What's the X-files without Mulder? Worse, What's Scully without Mulder? (and vice versa). I want Scully and Mulder back!!! I want MULDER!!! Whining? I don't think so, I'm screaming!!!

Ah! To hell with Duchovny and his selfish ass! I still have 23 episodes to watch with the dynamic duo in them (including tomorrow night's episode: Biogenesis). For all I know, his movie career would not even cause a ripple and he'd be down on his knees asking for Mulder again. There's still season 9 which Gillian Anderson signed to all 22 episodes, by the way.

whew! That feels better. Sorry I had to let you guys in on this little icky eperience. I can't help it. The only good show on TV was Daria. It reduced me to a rolling pile of laughter on the floor early this
morning.

Guess what? Rusty (the adopted kitten) just gave me countless scratch marks all over my arms and legs. So don't be surprised when you see me wearing all those band-aids and bandages. And don't even attempt to ask me if i've been in a cat fight.

I'm having a bad hair day. Could it possibly even be worse than this? With hair less than an inch long...is it really plausible to encounter bad hair days? ...I'll answer that...yeah.

It's the end of the world and we know it...it's the end. Love that song. I guess it mirrors my thoughts for the past few days. Thanks to Rosh for the oh-so-inspiring telephone conversation, which led me to
think that we are fast approaching armageddon (did i spell it correctly?). Oh dear me...bart ever the pessimist.

Trudge on dear reader...you may discover some deep dark secret...then again maybe not. I should give you a reward for reaching this far in the letter. Most people would just look at the subject and WHAM!! off to the trash.

I am having Harry Potter Withdrawal Symptoms (aside from my OCD)... I need to read the third installment. Hurry before I forget what the first 2 are about!!! Jovette...where ever you are I hold you liable for this addiction! (Anyone has a spare KureColor?) %-P

Does anybody know which team Toni Kukoc plays for now? I seem to be at a loss with the NBA stuff. All hail thee Edwin Van Der Sar...haven't heard form the Dutch keeper for awhile... Anyone up for tiddlywinks?

It's such a shame i didn't get to watch Bring It On. I heard it was a crappy movie. Shucks...and I'm in a crappy mood. Well, no sense in pulilng you all down with me to lull in my misery...misery indeed loves
company. :-)

It's back to school for me tomorrow (and a few others) , I'm finishing up my share of internet time. so that means i still have...70 hours
left! Mwahahahahahaha! BTW, did the Kermit channel and Hallmark merge? I failed to notice the changes.

well, thanks for riding the rollercoaster (life is a rollercoaster you just got to ride it...i need you...so stop hiding...hi si-ey), if you've gotten this far you deserve a big round of applause!! YAY! You actually read through my mind-clutter! I hope I was able to brighten your lives for a bit (by showing you how miserable others are) ... I'm not hoping for more to come. Ciao! :-)

For my 1 TRUE North...may you find your way back :-)

2003 Remarks on "North"
Again, It has been three busy years since this letter was written. here are a few points:

1.)I did not get to create THE thesis of the year. The politics in the university got to me first, then I just lost my passion for my thesis. It all went well anyway, after delaying it for a semester.

2.) I did not have a "north" for the longest time. Rik didn't even last a month as my north after... I guess, my egotistic self became my north, so my personal compass was pretty unreliable during those times (but, those were really fun times! :D) I never went off to look for my one true north anymore, instead I found someone better...my one true south...someone who complements my egotistical north, and the yin to my yan. I'm better with directions and navigation now.

3.) Take note: Rik was completely forgotten a month after. I don't know why, I guess a lot of football and schoolwork took over. Oh and lots of partying!

4.) Yes, I am still masochistic in nature...

5.) 14 August 2003, I love my Jomski. :D

1st Edition Blind-Sent-Letters
North

WARNING - - !! THIS IS A BLIND-SENT LETTER. IF YOU FEEL YOU HAVE RECEIVED THIS MAIL BY MISTAKE, PLEASE DELETE IT AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. IF YOU FEEL WORTHY TO READ IT, TRUDGE ON MY FRIEND. CONTENTS OF THIS LETTER IS KNOWN TO CAUSE EXTREME ANGER AND MAY FORCE ONE TO DEVELOP VILE IGNORANCE, IF NOT STUPIDITY. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
_______________POINT OF NO RETURN_______________

Well guys...i have once again made a blind-sent letter, meaning that i just point and shoot at my address book. So, i may end up sending this thing to people i hardly know.

To my frustration, since it's a Friday...GLOBE as usual, is going bonkers. I hardly had any signal the entire day. I was quite distraught for a couple of days too, because my server was down and i couldn't access the net. AAAAAARRRRRGHHH sheer torture! Anyway, I tried to busy myself with the script, and gathering inspiration from harvested fan fiction.

So, I think I should let you guys in on my little orange diskette. It's the one with the sticker that has my name on it and the words "The truth is out there". The truth is in here more like it.I think you guys would like to read an entry i wrote the night before the D7 submission (so i'm thinking Sat July 29, 2000 1:30 am while watching Mulan..love that movie). Okay enough plugging. right now i'm thinking of attaching the journal entry entitled: NORTH. but i think it would be easier for you guys if i just paste it. So paste it is! And! I will include a bit of x-files news about the new...icky guy. No Mulder? Sometimes i thank God that our TV series' runs 2 seasons late. (I still have Mulder!!!)

If any of you find any old magazines containing the x-files, please don't hesitate to donate them to BART'S X-FILES MEMORABILIA. You'll be allowed to touch the things exhibited of course, assuming you don't leave finger prints all over. kidding. I still have to make the collection grow so i'm hanging out every possible used books store.

I think i've got water in my ears...deep in my ears which causes my extreme super sonic hearing. Well, it's 12:35am already. Still have to do BT tomorrow. Hope to hear from you all!

________________NORTH__________________

NORTH July 28,2000

It’s 1:12 am and I am taking a break from my design plate. First plate I am ever proud of. But I don’t think I could say the same for the next board, which contains the perspectives. Anyway, I was thinking…again, and I can’t help but put a sad smile on my face. I was thinking about my thesis book. I’d aim for let’s say thesis of the year (after this plate, I thought I could achieve anything!) anyway, going back to my thinking. I was pondering over a single blank page on it…with these written on the middle of it: “Dedicated to my one true north” and at the back, the last page where the acknowledgements are, I would write at the last line: “…And To Ricardo, who, after two years, and obvious absence, still remains as my one true north. You are the source of strength and driving force, that made this thesis as it is. Thank you so much.” Perhaps, I’ll mail it to his house.

I know I wouldn’t be able to forget this guy. Hell, I know It would even take long sabbatical years to get over him. But I think now I know that I wouldn’t be able to unlove him. I guess it’s true…regardless of time and separation, he’ll always be a part of me. And I guess he’ll always occupy a special place.

Si-ey is right…I should not cry because it’s over…I should be happy because it happened. That I got the chance to love someone, who, at a point in his life, truly loved me in return.

I asked Rik last Tuesday for a little more time to get over the pain. I guess little is right, I’ll be fine in two weeks. I’ll just have to see what I will be capable of doing then. I live by the new rule now. Tomorrow is tomorrow, live today as today. It is similar to Hakuna Matata but a little more careful this time. A problem-free philosophy… :) Slowly, I am learning to smile, when thrust under the memory of what WE were before. I think that if I learn to smile and be happy about those memories, I’ll truly be able to … live long and prosper? J I mean, you know what I mean. Get over the pain. I know I will never ever get over him, but I do know that it is possible to get over the pain, or not exactly get over it…just learn to live with the pain, that the time will come, when I am so numb with the pain that it doesn’t matter anymore. I think it is also possible to smile at the pain, cherish the hurt I am feeling, absorb the absence and the void. Call me masochistic, but I think it’s kind of addicting. Now, seriously, There’s nothing more I can really do. He doesn’t want me anymore so why push it? I just take one step at a time, one smile for each pain and a full 1000-watt smile for the memories.

Regardless of what happens, today: 28 July 2000 1:29 am I still love RUC. Hey! 28! That was our day….


________________ X-FILE___________________________
Robert Patrick joins the cast of The X-Files as a series regular. While not replacing Mulder, Robert's character of Agent John Doggett will appear in all of Season Eight. Doggett is a former marine and NYPD cop. "Unlike Scully though, who had science as her argument, Doggett's a sort of knee-jerk skeptic," Chris Carter said at the annual Television Critics Association Press Tour. "He needs to see it, touch it, taste it, smell it to believe it."

Robert began his acting career appearing in Roger Corman films, and went on to star in the features Die Hard 2, Terminator 2: Judgement Day, Fire in the Sky, Wayne's World and Copland. He also had a recurring role on the HBO series The Sopranos. According to Executive Producer Frank Spotnitz, the actor "came into the room and just blew us away. He has a lot of inner strength and integrity that he projects without even trying."

Robert's upcoming movie releases include D-Tox with Sylvester Stallone, Spy Kids, Texas Rangers and All the Pretty Horses for director Billy Bob Thornton.

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I wanted to include Patrick's picture. but he's just too damn ugly! oops. Well, I guess I'll se you around! All hail thee Fox Mulder! Auvweidersehn!


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The web brings poeple together because no matter what kind of a twisted, sexual mutant you happen to be, you've got lots of pals out there. Type in "Find people that have sex with goats that are on fire" and the computer will say, "specify type of goat".

"Die WaRHeit iST iRGWenDo Da DRauSSeN" --- THe TRuTH iS ouT THeRe ---

2003 Remarks on "Of caves and Men"
Three years has passed since that letter was written and there are a few points I'd like to point out. :)

1.) I'm alright, I'm okay, I think God has explained. (thanks to Splender)

2.) "Old-egotistical-paranoid-tohellwitheverything-self" was pretty hard to let go once I got the hang of it again.People were actually complaining! hehehe

3.) Mini Disc. It was returned, in a discreetly awful condition. you see, I didn't notice that something was not right with the player when it was returned. To put it mildly, the remote was wacked! the lights were all busted and the controls weren't working correctly, even the jog dial wasn't working properly. Sabotage? I don't know...oh well.

4.) X-Files as we all know is history. 7 years and 2 seasons without Mulder, the X-Files is finally put to rest. I stopped watching after the 8th Season. It was even pretty difficult to watch the 8th season when Dogget was making the moves on Scully while she was OBVIOUSLY pregnant with Mulder's kid and all...(at least that's how I felt) :P At least it helped me get through a lot.

5.) The 8850...if it weren't on the bridge over the Rhine... dream on Bart, dream on. I did get an 8850 :)

6.) Moshaq's GULAY: Nobody knows...not even Moshaq knows...hahaha he probably wilted away and left to clean his volunteers' not-so-pearly-whites.

7.) neh?- the word completely disappeared from my vocabulary. Lack of exposure I guess. That's why I made it part of my criteria...don't date guys with a different dialect or something. (blah)

The Letter That Started It All...
Of Caves and Men

Well, I'm writing again...I'm not sure to whom I should it, maybe everyone! Maybe Rod...Rosh, whoever.

Ohkay, a week and five days since the separation and five days since the official break up. I'm still in a little muddle, but I think I've got my goals pretty much lined up...in PERFECT order and intention. Hehehehe (Note: for Rod and Rosh: don't you guys wish you knew what I was thinking? I could be mean and cruel...and I think I know what you both are thinking at this moment... :) )

So, I'm sort of bak to my old-egotistical-paranoid-self-contained-tohellwitheverything-self: the Bart most people know...with a little getting even in mind. Hehehe oooh i am sooo evil, sometimes I crack myself up. Don't worry, I'm not THAT evil...yet!

I forget! I still have to experience meeting him as a nobody...I don't think I want that to happen. But my MD's with him...what can I do?

oh well, enough about the person who broke my heart into a million pieces and fed it to the birds...I'm burrowing myself in my X-Files fixation...again.Plus, I plan to immerse myself in this celfone biz. thanks to my mom...now I have a phone to be bothered with. (I need an 8850...) dream on Bart...Then again "what Bart wants, Bart gets".

So, Rod! How's you're tooth? Speak any better lately? 'Di ka na tumatawag! As for Moshaq...stop sleeping! What's with gulay? Oooops...Rod! You do look a little like him...tanned version, and his eyes are a lot rounder than yours (as if you have eyes...)haha!

When are we all going to get together? I need your presence guys, not just mere letters or txt messages or calls. Actually, calls do...but I am never easily satisfied...he he he he.

It's 10:45am...I've got a class at 12:00 and I haven't taken a bath. I'll talk to you guys later...3-way neh?

I don't really know why I entitled this of "caves and men"...I just don't.
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"Who would fare better in this world of fitful time?
Those who have seen the future and live only one life?
Or those who have not seen the future and wait to live life?
Or those who defy the future and live two lives?"

-aLL LieS LeaD To THe TRuTH: BeLieVe THe Lie-