Panda Flavored Noodles, Mushroom Sisig and Metal Misa of Deathnote

Monday, August 31, 2009


"People live their lives bound by what they accept as correct and true. That's how they define "Reality." But what does it mean to be "correct" or "true"? Merely vague concepts... their "reality" may all be a mirage. Can we consider them to simply be living in their own world, shaped by their beliefs?"
- Uchiha Itachi

Cute Noodles

Makes You Wonder if It taste like eraser

NO real pandas were harmed in the making of this blog post

Makes you wonder if it taste like mushroom

Goth Misa sings Eyes Set to Kill and Growls. AMAZING!

Olongapo City Cos Players

This Anthurium Matches the Color of Your Blood

Wednesday, August 26, 2009


This Anthurium Matches the Color of Your Blood
By Kamote

They don't know but
This anthurium matches the color of your blood

We're so romantic you and I
In a train wreck sort of way

We kept throwing punches at each other
Looks like we are more beautiful bleeding than clean

I got lucky your knife
missed my heart by an inch

Your blind in the left eye
I did manage to break a rib or two

Cute, i never knew your body
could bend that way

Shaking knuckles, I never knew
I had that much to bleed

Every cracking sound is a rebirth
Every sweat and tear a sign of life

No more left to break
We stopped, smirked, walked away

Not a sound, not an agony
Not a relief, not a sigh

Last we saw eye to eye, we didn't flinched
A salt to my wound, a reoccurring car crash

Are you ignorant?
Or do I have amnesia?

Let me remind you at one point
Your blood mixed with mine

No amount of crying
could wash your guilty hands

We are neverwhere
We are nevermore

You never knew me, I'm the one to blame
I never knew you, your the one in vain

They don't know but
This anthurium matches the color of your blood

We're so romantic you and I
In a train wreck sort of way

*I couldn't stop writing this poem, it became an unbearable itch. I played with the itch because I am inspired out of nothing, my left brain didn't work for designing our college tarp but it did make me write a two page poem. Hope you like it to as much as I enjoyed messing it. This is what happens when your given a new set of earphones for an 16gig 4th generation IPOD video*

The Fine Art of Modifying Yourself to Fit Any Social Situation

Monday, August 24, 2009

(I finally won the ALBUM of my DREAMS, since last local election I dreamt of having this multi-platinum selling album from the talented Mayor of our city. Its a rare treat because you cannot find any mp3 on the internet of the songs, and to show that this is a collectors item I am not going to open it.)

Without a little fakeness you will end up friendless, unemployed, pathetic, worthless, and ALONE.



(I am the EMCEE for the acquaintance party for the intellectuals of the city, wuhuuu)


If Given the Chance Would You Like to Reformat Your Brain?

Friday, August 21, 2009

Aren't they so cute and dangerous. DOTA chibi mode.

Been months since I last played DOTA and look what I saw when I decided to rot my brain again, CLOUD STRIFE of Final Fantasy is now in DOTA complete with OMNISLASH and METEOR STRIKE MUHAHAHA, I only wished they included the Summon Bahamoth.

Would You Like to Reformat Your Brain?

I have trained myself not to throw my computer through the window in case of any crash. I have managed to troubleshoot for years without paying for repairs that are but pure scam. But this last CPU devastation came out of nowhere and after a long time I was helpless.

In an instant it came to my mind that I just lost a years worth of digital memories.

Everything was lost, it was cruel. It was excruciating, a feeling of void. There was no way I can take it back. Nothing was left even the hard disk. Done for. Dead.

The feeling of gloom lasted for only a few minutes as the key is acceptance, and once you have experience loosing files over and over as an IT professional, your heart just gets calloused.

Any day is a chance to fill another hard disk. What is regretful are some memories that can never be returned, what if our brains can be reformatted at will? It wouldn't hurt as we can not remember anything all we have to do is just make up new memories to fill our brain. No more traumatic experiences, erase them and just make new happy ones. There is a glitch on my proposal though, not all memories are bad, you'll also erase people, faces, and feelings.




Our Fiction We Live: My Messiah Complex

Thursday, August 20, 2009



A girl was wiping her tears,
In the park sulking with all the fears.

A girl I confirmed was the girl
that makes my stomach furl.

Tried and tried to get close
That is when I froze

They have uncountable questions
Me without actions, without mentions

Who is that girl on the picture?
I guess, my greatest blunder

Said to the world
You rock my world

You replenish my soul
Covered a deep dark hole

How many times I compared
The stars to your eyes, I stared

We've gone far, why not find out
how it works out for us about

Its not too late
To redirect fate

Come back where you belong
Stay with me all nightlong

Adopt Puppies from Kamote The Contest


Do you want to adopt one of these cuddly puppies which are 1/4 St. Bernard in Breed?

They are too many for our family to take care so we are giving them away.

If you want a puppy just tell me how many puppies can you see on the picture and If you win you get a puppy. Contest good till supplies last.

I have Delusional Parasitosis and You're a Liar and a Hypocrite

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

*Wasted Kamote (Yeah Right!)*

(If your not a cretin and know me you probably know that this picture is fake, but you don't know me and you only pretend to know me, so that makes you a dolt. I'm sorry I suck at pretending to be miserable. I haven't tasted any alcoholic drink nor tasted tobacco since I was perceived.)

Had an epiphany while waiting for pizza with Mooch. She brought back my Mojo with a threat. Having so much fun I was not the person I was.

I made an anonymous blog long time ago (a few weeks is a long time) and nobody knows I have it, even me. If you think this anonymous blog is true then welcome to my world... you are also delusional. Do you want to know the creative world I made which nobody knows that was materialized through a bug? (Delusional Parasitosis). It was so crazy I had evil laughs while making the non existent log of the fight I'm too lazy to fight for . Its fake I didn't make it and you're a liar and a hypocrite.

F*C*Y*U****N*.foolishblog.notcom - don't be a dimwit I'm not cussing and that is a pun from a Filipino author. It doesn't exist and I love screwing with people's minds.

F*C*Y*U****N*.foolishblog.notcom

F*C*Y*U****N*.foolishblog.notcom

F*C*Y*U****N*.foolishblog.notcom

(If I am the heartless bastard you think I am I wouldn't receive gifts of appreciation for my heroism, affection, altruism, amiability, beneficence, benevolence, charity, clemency, consideration, cordiality, courtesy, decency, delicacy, fellow feeling, forbearance, gentleness, good intention, good will, goodness, grace, graciousness, heart, helpfulness, hospitality, humanity, indulgence, kindliness, magnanimity, mildness, patience, philanthropy, serviceability, solicitousness, solicitude, sweetness, sympathy, tact, tenderness, thoughtfulness, tolerance, understanding, unselfishness etc.)

So by theory my jerkiness is kindness, I win, I got a dog tag I have been wishing to have, a cologne and a can of Piknik and I had more already I hid away. I am evil in a good way, or good in an evil way.


(I'm back staring blankly to space, carpe diem... when inspired though at a speeding bus in a zig zag... go for it)

There is Blood, There is Foul. Retreat and Surrender.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

The pitbull complex creed of our basketball team is "No Blood, No Foul. No Retreat. No Surrender".

That pitbull complex creed became a-dog-with-its-tail-between-its-legs creed when a coincidence (all accidents are coincidences) stopped us dead on our tracks. "There is Blood, There is Foul. Retreat and Surrender."



(police, doctors, onlookers, bruises, broken side mirror... looks like a coincidence)

(The Provider dizzy and being brought to the ambulance)

(Tap Out King being interviewed by the kind Policeman)
(Police escorts Tap Out King to Police Station A)


(Don't worry just a few days after the coincidence we were playing basketball and riding motorcycles again)

Anecdotes of Mutual Immodestness

Saturday, August 15, 2009


Are people just too bored or have they developed a "twitter-mentality" in which they would reply to anything someone says even if they do not have any idea who that person is. People are giving too much of a damn. It is fun though if they would say in a giggly way, on the other hand they should watch "BAMBI" to learn that "If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all". On the other hand again, (which makes an irregular third hand) we are being more liberated in speaking out our minds, I still haven't decided if that is evolution or devolution... the freedom of one ends when the right of another begins so scream at the top of your lungs then shut your mouth, know your role, if you smell what the Kamote is cooking.


Anecdote One:
Chris the Tap Out King didn't want to take off the tag on his cap to make a fashion statement and of course to show off the added skulls to his head with his Affliction Cap. People wouldn't stop looking at it and didn't stop pointing to us the obvious that yes, he has a tag on his cap, why are you all so much affected by the tag?

Dorky Sales Lady: You have a tag on your cap.
Chris: Yes I do, its for style.
Dorky Sales Lady: It looks like you stole it.
Chris: If I stole it, I wouldn't leave the tag would I?


Anecdote Two:

Zzz...

Anecdote Three:

(Oops one bread for the hotdog fell, *after two minutes*, Oops there goes another)

Anecdote Four:
A few notes to keep in mind before this anecdote. First of all the subtitle of the 7-Eleven contest is "The 1st BigBite Hotdog Eating Challenge". Secondly you really dont say hotdog sandwich but just hotdog, the other one you might probably be thinking about is called hotdog on a stick. So when 7-Eleven called the contest HotDog Eating Challenge, they definitely mean your suppose to eat it with the sandwich.

And now for the anecdote:

Kamote and Tap Out King standing in a very short line but is taking too long because the cashier keeps begging the costumer in front of us to add another item.

Kamote bored, read the poster.

Kamote: In Olongapo the record time to beat to eat those hotdogs is four minutes, but in this part of the world it one minute and ten seconds. WOW! I couldn't eat all six hotdogs and a large gulp in one minute.

Tap Out King: WOW! Do they eat all of those hotdogs with the bread in the contest?

Hannah Montana Wannabee in front of us: *Bursts into uncontrollable laughter*

Tap Out King: Why are you laughing at me?

Hannah Montana Wannabee in front of us: *Looks at Tap Out King then laughs even louder*

Anecdote Five:

A girl took hold of the tongs to get the hotdog but cannot open the hotdog steamer.

Kamote kindly opens the steamer. Girl takes hotdog. Kamote gets hotdog. Girl gets drink. Kamote gets drink.

Hotdog girl: Hey aren't we like the commercial, about two total strangers getting the same food.

Kamote: Ah yeah I know that, I just didn't remember the part where the girl faked the opening of the steamer to hit on the guy.





Before Cory and MJ there was Francis M.

Friday, August 14, 2009




My tribute to the greatest rapper in the Philippines of all time. I wrote an article about him a few months ago and I think it wasn't enough. I designed shirts to show my pride as a Filipino. So we will print t-shirts that we will wear for our Sports fest. If you want to order t-shirts just PM me, prices start at Php. 200.00

The winner of the CCS t-shirt design by the way is (drumroll)

How far is There? How near is Here?

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

(Chris and "THERE", it should have been Tere but the video editor was so busy reaching the deadline after two months who cares about the video cover right?)

When someone tells and points you "there", how long will it take you to reach "there"? Two kilometers? I doubt it is. How about when someone tells you "here", are you really "here" when you reach "here"? Two objects cannot occupy the same space at the same time. How can you be in the same "here"?

When you reach "there" aren't you now "here", and when you reach "here" wouldn't you be "there"?

"I'll see you when we get "there"", where is "there"? Is "here" just a metaphor of something that doesn't exist? Are "there" and "here" just a state of mind? It is like the irony of saying "Nobody is "here", when we all know in fact that you are "there"".

You can never reach "there" because once you are "there", you are already here. Ignore the universal question "Are we "there" yet?". You can never be "here" because "here" is inside everyone of us, "here" is at the vocal chords. If you don't believe me listen when someone says "here".

--inspired from a two hour walk following a someone with a sense of direction so good that after the walk we weren't able to recognize if what above us was the sun or moon

The Kamote Empire got marooned in the "NEXT WAVE CITY" for two days. We had no choice but to stay in a hotel(?) that has a price for everything, has signs to conserve everything, and recycles everything. Don't be surprised if the soap you get is shaped like a ball which is made up of used soap.


(We tried to change our mind on staying but the hotel has an unwritten policy about not getting a refund if you didn't like the hotel)


(Glass Fish)

(Portable Theater)


(That's what you get for watching Harry Potter)

(Advantage of being a Nurse and an IT, you both get to operate an analog and digital spygmomanometer)
(The view from my bed upon waking up, wow a wall)

(Bridal Motorcycle)

(The best time to buy quail eggs is when the sunshine hits your face)

(Lounging before an impending death march, we plan to go to the MALL)

(The smiles we had a few feet of our being lost, no MALL in sight)

(Follow the person with the best sense of lost direction)

(You know your lost when the one your following points out the obvious, "I know where we are, we're at the Balanga City Public Market")

(There)

(An hour of walking we decide to ask the locals, and she answers "There, not far from here")

(Two worlds apart, a computer shop in the middle of a meadow)

(There)

(There)

(Local says "There")

(If I could remember right there was still sunlight when we started walking, I'm out of oxygen)

(We saw the MALL but was too tired to step in and decided to eat at a fastfood just outside the MALL)
(Hooked Fish)

(Can't wait to reach our room)