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[Aug. 7th, 2007|06:35 pm] |
OK I dont know who reads this still but I should post up...
 
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[Jun. 8th, 2007|09:53 pm] |
Ok so i have not updated this motherfucker for a millenia. (And this is because Girlie pointed this out that I was made aware of this.) But here we are. A friday night. And I decide to -- of all things, jump on livejournal and impart to thee, the very mundane daily recount of ben's quite mundane day. Now I'm here on a Friday night, the townhouse COMPLETELY devoid of any Samuys or Mendozas. No.. no no no.. only a Deguzman who -- sadly enough, did not really have anything momentous to do tonight and therefore took this..
No really.
I took a picture.
Of myself.
Like a 16 year old girl who swims in the ocean of narcissism as she broadcasts something unintelligent in the void we call myspace or facebook. Now THAT, my children.. that is boredom at it's best. But what of I? I find myself brain fried. Only because the 9 to 5 (10 to 7, specifically) calls that I have James Bond reloading his gun.
No. Really.
That's what I was doing all day. I was making James Bond reload his gun.
No, I was animating him, you daff. I wasn't in make-believe land.
And.. I'm also watching Pirates 2 on cable. Now, take in mind, I thought this movie was horrid. Particularly because it was like 5 hours fucking long and really made me --at the time of viewing-- look at my cell phone to see exactly how long I've wasted watching it. And a year later, I watched Pirates 3 to feel the exact something.. only that I actually watched it ONLINE and STILL checked my cell phone to see how long I wasted in front of the computer to watch complete and utter trash. Pirates 3 is SO bad, it made Spider-Man 3 look like a masterpiece. And that, my dear people, is Ben's friday night.. sad as it is.. it almost comforts me that I can laugh at it and make merry and be content and be at ease and love life and do the dew and sound the trumpets. And that is that. OK.. well, I apologize if this entry really doesn't get anywhere.. it's kind of a fluke thing that I even decided to log into this motherfucker.
My children.. my children. Be hella good to eachother. And don't forget that we are only what the media defines us as.
And that I'm working on this...
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recognize this? No? Oh you bastards. It's a work in progress. Just wait. It'll be pure love. Adieu, my children.. hopefully saturday will be a little more productive. And at least on Sunday I know I have dim sum with the homegirls. Night. |
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[Jan. 17th, 2007|11:25 am] |
Hey can everyone do me a favor and tell all your co-workers... and people at the mall... and people at the bar...
TO STOP FUCKING TALKING LIKE BORAT!!!
Jesus Christ! If I hear "Very naaaace" again I'm going to slit my own throat.
It's getting as bad as the whole "waaazzaaaaaap" period (a very dark period of our age)... and the "I'm Rick James Bitch!" fake-bronze age.
Anyway. Sorry, my message for the day.
Is this mic on? |
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[Jan. 4th, 2007|04:52 pm] |
This one's for Jenita...
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[Nov. 27th, 2006|06:08 pm] |
Haha I had to write this down. This was easily the funniest moment in Thanksgiving history.
I was sitting with my two oldest girl cousins, talking about relationships. To our dismay, we realized the three of us were on a bad streak. "Yeah I broke up with so-and-so last year..." said Reese, "and to make things worse, I own a house with him. But wait.. Lana.. aren't you still with so-and-so?"
Lana shakes her head. "No I broke up with him last month. Didn't see myself marrying him... but same thing. We own a house together..."
"Holy crap we got some issues!"
So crap, we thought... who IS getting married next out of the cousins? What about Michael? Michael shakes his head. Ummm.. Ali? Ali shakes her head and replies, "no I was off and on with so-and-so for 2 years but we're not together anymore." And then my sister shakes her head.
And then we realized... holy crap we're ALL SINGLE. Mar calls over my auntie and uncle, and calls out "OHMYGOD... ALL THE GRANDKIDS are single! LOOK! Single *point* single *point* single *point* single *point* single *point* OHMYGOD WHAT'S WRONG WITH US?"
Then my Auntie B (an inlaw -- married my Dad's brother) ovehears and walks over. "You know what's wrong with you [Deguzmans]? I'll tell you. You're STUBBORN. You're HARD TO PLEASE. And you're NOT FLEXIBLE."
Haha we were all WHOA! PERSONAL!
Then Ali (aka the homecoming queen of the family) in true Deguzman fashion says "well it's not OUR fault no one is good enough for us!"
OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (says the room full of stubborn Deguzman kids)
I come in with "Ok well I know I'm flexible though. Stubborn I can see. I know whenever I get into a fight, I don't back down. You back down Reese?"
"Nope."
"I don't either."
"Oh God no."
"Yeah I could be completely WRONG and I know I don't back down."
[LATER THAT NIGHT]
Still trying to figure out what exactly is wrong with the Deguzman kids. I mean, aside from me, they're all tall and model-looking. Then during dinner, Reese asks Lana if she cooks. She says no.
"Wait.. Reese do you cook?"
"No. Benlee?"
"No... HOLY CRAP! Michael doesn't cook either"
Auntie-B: "Yeah that's another thing. You have to be CATERED to!"
HAHA.. I love my fam
My cousin and I
The grandkids + grandpops |
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[Aug. 20th, 2006|05:54 pm] |
Last weekend. Sea-town.
I do not know why I strike a pose. No this is not one of the 'Kinjamin' poses. I'm not pointing at anything.
With bitten fingers, Ben rubs Buddha Belly
Man aint no host like Seattle hosts
Darv and Adobo
Stace and Solomon |
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[Aug. 10th, 2006|09:29 am] |
Bathala Bathala free us from this jinx that we have placed on ourselves...
We are your servants that have mocked what is and what will forever be sacred...
Forgive us our levity, we four who know the sanctity of bond but in our insolence mocked it...
We implore you Bathala, deliver us gods unto the light of your love...
For the earth and its creatures and the cycle of nature, amen. |
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[Jul. 19th, 2006|10:05 am] |
Holy SHIT. I have to announce that...
THERE IS SOME CRAZY FUCKIN SHIT GOING DOWN IN THIS WORLD. Just when you thought all the crazy drama in the 20's was bad.. holy shit the 30's can be so much worse.
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...I guess I DON'T do the devil's work..
Ok and in a completely unrelated note...
Arleh now comes with Decepticon enhancements:
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[Jul. 7th, 2006|12:55 pm] |
Guess where I was at this past week..
But first.. @Shaolin.. look! Audrey's really pregnant! (congrats girl)
@Dragonflys, I came with...
@Dragonflys, we all...
@Paquito? @Parasol? @Pakistan? @Whatever the fuckin club's name was...
@Hopkee, my psuedo-mother Donna showing love...
@Hopkee, Phil and Gail showing love (with Jayce and Donna dazed)
@Hopkee, I miss Rissah =(
And then yesterday I came back to LA. Suuuuuuuuuuuuuck. |
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[Jun. 20th, 2006|10:01 am] |
yeah ok but I gotta tell you.. it's REAL hard to figure out how to offend Buddhists. Offending Christians and Catholics is just so much easier. Buddha was that kinda guy that was all "yo man relax. Here.. smoke this."
[9:16PM - man is it me or is it just poetic justice Miami won.. after Cuban talkin all that shit. Motherfucker jinxed his team.] |
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[Jun. 15th, 2006|09:00 am] |
"These are demon days" says the boy in the safety of his home.
Once a ranking orphanim carrying lord Yahweh's throne.
But when I look back in midflight, I see my wings are charred.
And when I look down to earth, I see my arms are nicely scarred.
These wings and arms once heaven-bound when this boy revels,
do NO god's work.. instead, it seems, do the work of the devil. |
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[Jun. 4th, 2006|12:17 am] |
The truth about that intern patna be hangin out with..
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[May. 15th, 2006|12:51 pm] |
Weary and haggard, Ben walks into work thinking.. now how in hell's sake did I make it in?
Rewind a week later.. The ridiculous bug hits Ben. Like.. hey Ben. Drive up to the Bay for Angela's birthday party. C'mon it makes sense. Gas prices are REALLY high. And the day before her party, you're going to e3 and hanging out with your co-workers THAT NIGHT. So ya know.. it makes a LOT of sense. OK Ben..let's do it. I bet Margie will want to go, too. Surprisingly enough, it took awhile for Margie to agree. Evidently she thought it was crazy. Who figured?
- Friday was an entire day of driving and drinks and sounds of bleeps and chings.. and lots of sweaty people. Ben gets home at... 1:30 AM
- Saturday, he GETS UP at 8:30 AM to get ready, grab Margie, talk to some white kid about videography.. and drive up to the Bay. Went to J3's house and found out that my math sucks.
- Jaelyn has to go to her grandma's. "I'M GOING TO GRANDMAS!" she says, runs up to her auntie and uncle to kiss them goodbye. "What about me?" her mom asks. "ok BYE." *wave* and starts to walk off. HAHAHA
- That and her scary face while hopping on one foot.. classic.
- Night, Ben drives two sleeping women to Soluna... and then everything is blur. It had something to do with:
- "THANKS FOR COMING! *whisper* John already ruined the surprise."
- "It's like Mr. Roger's neighborhood right? Like when the trolley comes back.. you're like AW MAN.. back to his boring-ass shit."
- The hat I had was actually Shea's hat.
- Yes.. we were all wrong. the War of 1812 really started at 1813. Oh and that whole thing with the Spaniards conquering the Philippines.. yeah that didnt happen. And the dinosaurs never became extinct. History as I knew it? IT WAS ALL WRONG.
- "I don't know.. if you two kiss it'd be - *gasp*" *Ben walks outside and into the street*
- "Shut the fuck up, Shea." *Ben runs in* "OHGOD OHGOD SHEA DONT KILL HIM HE'S COOL!"
- "Ben you gotta drive?" "WHAT? ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!?!"
- And a drunk-as-hell Ben makes it to Denny's whilst cutting off several cars.
- We eat Denny's, and Dean says more incoherent things. Ben has to decipher them. Haha wow I must hang around Dean too much.
- Ben actually DRIVES back to Dublin. Hahahaha... we get back at 5am. It's only fitting.
- Mother's day, we watch 'i'd do your moms'.. or whatever its called on mtv with a real mama
- We drive down and watch FRIENDS the entire way down.
- Ben still has to drive Margie back home.
- Ok, Ben sleepy now.
But in any case--> HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGELA! |
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[May. 10th, 2006|09:43 am] |
Ok here's a pitch I have for the next game we work on...
Man a lot of people are thinking it won't fly. What the heck? Haha you can't say this wouldn't make a hella tight game yo. I was thinkin it could be called something non-offensive like: "Jesus: Blood Resurrection" or something
Takers?
Non? |
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[May. 9th, 2006|11:28 am] |
Ohman screw the PS3 and the 360. The Nintendo Wii is f'n SICK.
I predict it's going to rule all of gameland in a year or two. |
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[Apr. 19th, 2006|07:15 pm] |
Ay all.
Meet Blackey
One of several Baybaylans in the graphic novel I'll (eventually) finish. |
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[Apr. 14th, 2006|01:49 pm] |
Kawawa BFFs. Don't worry. I do that to MJ.. there's just no picture of it.
Toast to our 30's |
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