Because I Didn’t Want to Flood the People On Twitter.

I haven’t been sleeping well this week, having to adjust to the night shift required of my new job. But it’s all good, I’ve been learning a lot, and the people at work are fantastic.

Although, only one person at the office bothered to acknowledge my kickass "Don’t Hassel the Hoff" shirt the other day. Maybe it’s because of the fact that despite being a weak and lanky man, I can come off as a real douche sometimes. It’s either that, or they’re the saddest group of individuals in the whole, entire world. I mean, who wouldn’t flip out over a Hasselhoff shirt?

Anyway, here be nuggets of information regarding the week that was. I’d post these on Twitter, but as the title expressly states, I didn’t want to flood the service.

1. Extremely shitty Sunday to cap off a slightly shitty week. Good job, World. Ass.

2. Yesterday, for the first time since 1993, I heard someone use the term "Ja-fakes," as in "Yung mga ja-fakes sa Divisoria."

3. Sinong gustong makipag-lips-to-lips sa akin?

4. Huwag muna ngayon, pagka’t ako’y muling nagkaroon ng mala-higanteng singaw.

5. I have an iPod. But it’s pink. And it’s three years old. It’s a hand-me-down from my sister. My younger sister.

6. I also take back what I said about the Flight of the Conchords CD. I said that the songs were over-produced and that I’d be sticking to the TV versions for now. But I was laughing like an idiot on the bus ride home while listening to "Ladies Of the World."

7. Hermaphrodite! (Lady-Man-Ladies!) Oh you sexy hermaphrodite lady-man-ladies! With your sexy lady bits!
And your sexy man bits too!

8. Anyone got any advice on adjusting one’s body clock? I’ve been having a hard time catching up on my sleep in the afternoons.

That’s pretty much it. I could really use some help on the sleep thing, though.

Coco’s BirthdYAY 2008 - Pictures and Shit

Same old, same old birthday. Not that that’s a bad thing.

For example, last Friday, Tintin brought me an Oreo Cheesecake from Conti’s, just like last year. But that doesn’t diminish its utter Oreo Cheesecakey deliciousness. I could literally eat a slice of this shit every day until I die.

I also got to spend Saturday afternoon with the entire family. My nephew was born on the day I turned 22, and I didn’t have a gift for him this year, just like last year. 

But I believe that sharing a birthday with an Uncle who is handsome, wise and mighty is a gift that keeps on giving. Like, when he starts going to college, his hot college classmates would be like "Hey Euan I wanna bang your Uncle" and Euan’d be like "Dude that’s my Uncle" and I’d be like "Sorry ladies" then I’d turn around and go back to pumping my 300-pound barbels.

I also had some friends over for beer and chips and tokwa’t baboy (tofu and pork) and green mangoes. Marc was the first to arrive, just like last year. And he also managed to look so goddamned creepy in one of the photos, just like last year.

We molested each other, just like last year.

I can’t remember much of that night, just like last year.

Anyway, thanks to Tintin for the cake, and for the love (yonaman).

Thanks to Marc, John, Papu, Dianne, Grace, Ivan, and Louison for coming over last Saturday.

Thanks to Deirdre, Bobby, Kamille, Pat, Eloi, Kitkat, Apple, Shai, Trisha, and Calai for the greetings.

Coco’s BirthdYAY 2008 - TMB Greetings!

So I turned 24 last Friday, which means that I’m one year closer to celebrating my 25th birthday.

And what’ll happen when I turn 25? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. BECAUSE MY LIFE IS A BOWLFUL OF FAILURE AND HEARTACHE AND LIES AND BROKEN PROMISES.

But then again, I have awesome friends who drink beer with me. And some, particularly the ones from The Man Blog, even go through the trouble of making me virutal gifts, like, say, a mustachioed rice cocker, courtesy of Pau:

Steel gave me The Undertaker’s prom picture, just because.

My brother from another mother, Bim, made the most intricate gift: mustachioed, half-naked blink-182 at the beach, with Darth Vader, a reel of film, and a bunny with a pancake on its head.

(MORE GREETINGS UNDER THE CUT!)

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Room Photos; DVD and CD Collection; Gay-Ass Curtains.

I recently renovated the room and I just wanted to have the changes documented. One thing led to another, and I ended up taking pictures of my stupid wrestling toys and my stupid CDs, which you can read about here and here.

Anyway, this is my third room in 10 months. I have a dozen movie posters which I would like to put up but it seems that we might be moving places later in the year so the room appears to be empty, wall-ishly speaking. Also, I may come off as douchey and braggadocious in this entry (I picked that up from a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles episode) but really, this is my only hobby.

I just felt the need to pre-defend myself because in this age of rampant piracy, I get "Wow, original pala mga DVD mo, pare. Supot ka no?" (Wow, all your DVDs are original, dude. Are you uncircumcised?) a lot.

And like I said, I don’t really spend on anything else. I’ve never bought a cellphone my entire life, either I get them for free or they’re hand-me-downs. I’ve had the same computer for the last 6 years (256MB RAM for the win), I don’t own an iPod, and showering isn’t a daily habit for me because I’m conservative on water like that.

Anyway, this used to be my little sister’s room, and these are the only curtains that fit. Mismatched, gay-ass curtains. Fucking life, I tells you.

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Biggest Waste of Time and A Forty Thousand Peso DSLR Camera Ever: Urban Wrestling With Coco’s Favorite CDs (Nos. 6 to 1)

The digital debauchery continues with my six most beloved albums of all time. (Previously: Nos. 12-7)

Also, in case you’re wondering, and you probably aren’t, but I’ll say it anyway, a lot of these albums are from the early to mid-2000s. My interest in music peaked when I was in college, hence the abundance of titles on this list which were released in that period, and my lack of a sex life.

#6: Andrew W.K. "I Get Wet"

And here he is getting a big boot from Lance Hoyt. I first heard material from Mr. W.K. on the soundtrack of Jackass: The Movie, and from "We Want Fun" alone, I knew that I needed to hear more. I don’t generally enjoy going to places where loud music is played, as it hinders my concentration on getting stone-drunk. But if there’s one album that should be played in its entirety at any party, it’s this one. Also, the intro to "Ready to Die" was my message alert tone for at least two years.

It’s Time to Party (Andrew W.K.)

#5: Tenacious D "Tenacious D"

Back in late 2001, I was going through a really tough breakup, and I distinctly remember conveying the news to my Mom on the phone while she and my Dad were in the States. She did the typical Mom stuff like saying that it was going to be alright, that I was young, that there’s plenty of other fish in the sea, etc. I got all choked up but the next 29 words to come out of her mouth immediately brought a smile to my face:

Oo nga pala, I bought you that Planet of the Apes DVD na. Pati yung CD na may dalawang naka-hubad na mama at demonyo sa cover anubato (By the way, I bought you that Planet of the Apes DVD already. And that CD with the two naked guys and a devil man on the cover whatisthisshit) -Coco’s Mom, October 2001

Of course, I still tumbled towards unparalleled depression for the next 18 months, but the one CD that helped me get through the sad times would have to be the debut from Tenacious Fucking D. Also, that’s Samoa Joe creeping up for the Coquina Clutch.

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