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Name: David
Birthday: 4/7/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: Underwater Kickboxing. Straight-Bashing. And slapping delinquents with my penis.
Expertise: Super Gangsta Poetry
Occupation: Retired
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  dphayce
Member Since:
6/12/2004
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| Reasons for leaving Xanga:
1. Horrible layout design and customization.
2. Bad Audio/Photo/Video interface.
3. No Twitter support.
4. No support for multiple blogs to one account.
5. Need a new start.
Reasons for wishing I could stay:
1. The 5 people who actually read my blog (and the 3 of those who actually comment).
2. It's my first blog home.
3. The Fil-Am Blog Ring (Admittedly, I don't think anyone on the ring actually reads my stuff)
I'll be moving to http://goodshipserenity.blogspot.com/ if you wish to continue reading my shit. It's not going to be a personal blog full of my life's ongoings and whatnot. Instead, it will be a space for me to review books, shows, movies and other forms of entertainment I like, and to inform the zero readers I have there about stuff that I found out that I'm excited about.
If you'd like to continue knowing what's going in my life, I suggest you follow me on Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/capntightpants. It's a mini-blog site that allows you to communicate your daily happenings through status-update-like tweets limited to 140 characters. It's like facebook/myspace updates minus all the cumbersome navigation. I'll admit, it's not as interesting unless you know more people who tweet, so I suggest inviting lots of folks along with you!
Fear not, since I'm not leaving totally. I'm going to continue subscribing to whoever I'm already subscribing to, and I'm going to comment on your blogs. So keep blogging my blogospherites! I hope you come join me on The Good Ship Serenity.
And without further ado, I bid you farewell.
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I figured it out. Really. The Spanish Basketball team was not trying to mock the Chinese. In fact, they were finally apologizing to us Filipinos! After they've oppressed the Philippines for years under their regime, they've decided that they would make amends by being more like us.
You see: Spanish + Chinese = Filipino.
Real talk.
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| As a self-professed Whedonite, this week has been/will be awesome. I just received Angel The Complete Series in the mail (Amazon sale for $60). Aaaaaand... it's the debut of Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-long Blog!!!! Neil Patrick Harris' delivery of Joss' Whedonisms are just plain fuckin' spot on, and then there's that certain Captain from Firefly that I was extremely delighted with. I only wished this was an ongoing series. Anyway, Act I went up at midnight on Monday (which I just happened to find), and Thursday and Saturday will be the subsequent releases of Acts II and III, afterwhich they will be taken down from the site to only be downloaded (for a price). So watch it while it's free! Pay for it when it comes out on DVD! This was all done for free, and Joss is paying the crew with whatever he makes from the sales.
Click here for the link: Dr. Horrible
Edit: A maaaaaaaan's gotta do what a maaaaaan's gotta do...
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| Janine has been telling me since Day Negative (that's before Day Zero of my writing days), that I should be putting my story ideas to paper -- or rather, to digital. So finally, for the past couple of weeks, I've been putting aside an hour of my nights to put together and re-put-together a working story. I spent a good number of hours staying up late tossing and turning in bed wondering where I'd find motivation for my characters, how I'd want it to spin, and who exactly they would be. I'd come up with their voices, their jokes, the twists, and plotted their eventual developments (demises?). Walking on my way to work, I'd work out dialogues out loud to see if they would sound as good in real life as they do on paper (they don't, but it still looks good to me). It's a larger process than I'd imagine.
So here I am at almost midpoint, with 10 pages in the bag, ready for first preview for my editor-in-chief Janine (who else?) and my cheerleader Jen. I'm worried about what will happen, who I could convince to do the artwork, and whether the story is even worth printing. Nobody's first book is ever perfect right? But I'm reading these pages, and I'm actually glad with what I've got. Here's hoping for the best.
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| I was pretty smart in high school. I think I graduated 4th in my class. But there was this other kid, Alex, who came through around my senior year. He was such a freakin know-it-all that it kinda pissed me off. He knew like 5 different languages, got straight A's, and just gave off this scent of arrogance.
He challenged me to a basketball game and won despite sucking at basketball because his soccer training helped his stamina. He decided to try his hand at rapping despite his extremely limited knowledge of anything hip hop related. At the time I was just a budding lyricist. He also talked so much about how cool it was that he was Spanish, and how the Spanish kicked the Filipinos' collective ass that I just felt like smacking him a couple of times.
So yeah, he was smarter and more athletic than I was. To top it off, the cute girl that he pursued and constantly was rejected by in high school finally fell in love with him toward the end of the year. Even later on, I discovered he was doing awesome in college. Even though I never saw him again, our rivalry remained vivid in my memories. And I just felt like such a loser compared to him.
That is, until I heard his really crappy story from a friend recently. Turns out that he moved to Hawaii to live with his high school sweetheart, and lived in a tiny apartment with her and her family. He worked at Kinko's to make ends meet, and they ended up breaking up because of the growing tension of their situation. He's back in college with a new older girl now, but he's still in love with the ex. Very long and very sad story from what I hear.
The story changed my entire perception of him. The Invincible Alex actually had chinks in his armor. From here on out, I'm only gonna wish the guy the best of luck, even if he never hears from me again. I mean, yeah, he could be a jerk sometimes, but nobody deserves to be in the crap situation he's in after all the work he did to keep the relationship alive.
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