Kamote FanBoy

Thursday, August 19, 2010

The Kamote Empire is now a fanboy over a Korean girl band "Girls' Generation"


KAMOTE FANBOY SCREAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMM


































My Sassy Girl

Monday, August 16, 2010

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**Don't they just look cute together**
A day before Friday the 13th I got somewhat invited to a Debut Party.I met Choi that inspired me to write "A Boy with the Infinite Sadness" a fictional short story about someone who has genetic disorder (epiphora) in which he has an overactive tear duct, he cries all the time.

 Then we now go to "My Sassy Girl"

It was a Friday night, I went home late, so late that being an avid fan of public transportation I know that I have to wait long for the jeep to leave.
I rode the jeep with one over drunk girl in front of me.

People going up the jeep keep accidentally hitting her head with anything they could possibly accidentally hit her with.

As someone with a "Messiah Complex" I tried to wake the girl up to avpid further injury.

At that point jeepney passengers came to the conclusion that I know her and that we are so close that I wouldn't let anything happen to her. Funny how people exaggerate acts of sympathy and apathy. Passengers asked me ."Dou you know her?". I answered with a straight face "I don't know her". Shocked, someone in a nurse uniform reacted "Kaya naglalasing eh di-nideny (no wonder shes drunk, your denying her)".

(The discussion on wether should I have helped the girl or not delayed my publishing of this story to five days)

So the jeep ride home went on, on the zigzag rode she dropped her phone, split into two. I shouldn't have cared I just looked away. i could feel every stare at me, expecting me to pick up the phone, which sadly I did and placed it back to the drunk girls hand. She dropped it again, and again, and again. The man who looks like a carpenter said, "Ilagay mo nalang sa loob ng bag ng GF mo". With an annoyed tone I said "I don't know her, and she is not with me". I don't want touching other poeple's bags. So I held on to the phone.

That sealed their conclusion that I was with her and she was my GF... wait that wasn't it.

I was also stupid enough to take pictures of the drunk girl.

and that sealed our unwritten and unspoken relationship through the eyes of the passengers. They might have even thought that I was so sweet of taking care of someone I didn't know.

Time to go down at my place. I placed the phone on top of the girls bag. The driver won't leave until I bring my supposed GF down. The driver on top of his lungs explained "I'm not going anywhere until you get your gf off the jeep". CRAP!




Fallen Angel

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Jopolents the Basura Man
I thought I was Alone in the World

 Alone in the World I Travel


 Alone in the World I Survive

 Guess I was Wrong


 Fallen Angel


Like any other story, once upon a time there was an angel who was staring altruistically to a human below, for years she had been staring at the apathetic human.


"What is this I feel?" kept asking the angel, there is no concept of time in an angel, time never mattered in eternity. She just kept staring at the human.


She then decided to go down to earth but, angels loose there wings when they decide to go down to earth, to gain it back they must become divine, not just a celestial being.


She met the human, and then she knew she was a fallen angel. an "Angel Fallen in Love". This is love, love she felt all along. But the human was was apathetic, an angel and a human together is not possible.


It was then that the angel grew back her wings, she is now divine, it was love that makes angel divine. Though she is back in heaven she will always be a "Fallen Angel", an Angel fallen in Love.


Then the man asked "What part am I to play?, Why are you leaving me? Why is this pain I feel?"


Memory
by SugarCult

This may never start
We could fall apart
And I'd be your memory

Lost your sense of fear
Feelings insincere
Can I be your memory?

So get back, back, back to where we lasted
Just like I imagine
I could never feel this way
So get back, back, back to the disaster
My heart's beating faster
Holding on to feel the same

This may never start
I'll tear us apart
Can I be your enemy
Losing half a year
Waiting for you here
I'd be your anything

So get back, back, back to where we lasted
Just like I imagine
I could never feel this way
So get back, back, back to the disaster
My heart's beating faster
Holding on to feel the same

This may never start
Tearing out my heart
And I'd be your memory
Lost your sense of fear
Feelings disappear
Can I be your memory?

So get back, back, back to where we lasted,
Just like I imagine
I could never feel this way,
So get back, back, back to the disaster
My heart's beating faster
Holding on to feel the same

This may never start
We could fall apart
And I'd be your memory
Lost your sense of fear
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?
If a song could make you melancholic and overjoyed at the same time it would be "Memory" by Sugarcult. It is a song based on lyrical perspective more than melody yet the songs seemed to flow like lyrics and melody are dancing.

It is based on a daydream about someone whom you thought would be someone you could be with but you'd always end up thinking that everything would not work out. "This may never start, we could fall apart", all they have left is their memory of something that never really was real. In order to save what is left they would have to hate each other or continue living a lie "This may never start I'll tear us apart,can I be your Enemy?". The chorus would then reassure that it was a fictitious relationship, as their bond slowly disappears all they could do is go back, back, back to where they lasted, back, back, back to the disaster holding on to feel the same.

"I grabbed my acoustic guitar and started strumming chords. The song was hatched. The first chord I strum is a "D" and the second an odd "E". I use my third finger on the "A" string and pinky on "D"."

I would contradict this song with a quote from Final Fantasy X by Waka who said "Memories are nice but that is what they will always be."

Watch the awesome video of stickmen rocking, who would have thought stickmen could have so much emotion. Watch the video over and over again. "Memory" by Sugarcult, I like this better than the version where the real band plays.

Out Takes

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

 Entry No. 104
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Entry No. 105
Entry No. 106

 Out Takes
Yosi Boy


Essence of Sea Salt


Fisherman Kamote


From the Depths I Rise




Butas


Crew


Crew Shot


Alive


bubble bubble bubble
Dive

Cramps

Monday, August 2, 2010


Ma'am Linda, our dean, gave me two VIP tickets for the Vice Ganda Concert last Friday. The deal was... I have to bring Mooch with me or she will make me disappear.

My life would have been easier, but I got a lot of people wanting it, and some did held a grunge HAHAHA.
Sorry






Two Free VIP Tickets. I would not want the tickets to go to waste, so I sent an sms to everyone my load could fit.

I Ended up with Matthew Reyes

 

 
Vice Ganda wants to be Close to the Crowd

***Went Home late, Still had a basketball game to attend the next day***

 
walk up late, was more late because of the accident.

When I arrived, ran a few laps
got CRAMPS then sat the rest of the morning cheering. Cramps because I slept late



Go Papa Joff, nice shoot




Air Shots



Fade Away Dunk