I WANT TO KNOW YOUR SECRETS

Domo Arigatoo, Mr. Roboto Polysics (Japan)

[Styx cover]
Domo arigato Mr. Roboto mata au hi made
(until I meet you again)
Domo arigato Mr. Roboto himitsu o shirita
(I want to know your secrets)

We are alive, full of energy
We are working with a battery, now yeah
It’s nothing but mechanics
We’ll play it automatically

We are anything you want to do
We are tuned just to do it, oh yeah
It’s nothing but mechanics
We’ll play it automatically

Thank you very much for your kind help
We can’t live without you, lalala…
I guess you’re right

Domo arigato Mr. Roboto mata au hi made
(until I meet you again)

Domo arigato Mr. Roboto himitsu o shirita
(I want to know your secrets)

Domo arigato Mr. Roboto

Domo arigato Mr. Roboto

Domo arigato Mr. Roboto mata au hi made
(until I meet you again)

Domo arigato Mr. Roboto himitsu o shirita
(I want to know your secrets)

Domo A-ri-ga-to!

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ah, finally. i get to relax this weekend. i’ve been looking forward for it. it’s just me and ku and grandma this weekend and we’re gonna be lazy and eat goodies all weekend. ah, it’s nice. i haven’t seen mom in a minute and ku requested we don’t travel this weekend. he wants a simple kick-it session with grandma and he told me to go out saturday since ‘daddy needs to get out more often’ he said. i think he knows.

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i’ve been battling with insomnia the past three weeks. my work schedule, coffee drinking, and bad research habits have been keeping me up all night while still trying to stay on top of work, projects, research, and daddyhood.

the only way i’ve been able to get to sleep is by watching old 1970’s japanese robot anime. i spent my formidable years of 4-7 watching a show called VOLTES V (5). i remember mostly only the fight scenes and the fact that there were 5 ships that turned into one real cool volt sword weilding giant bot. i drew it lots as a kid and remember detail about it’s mechanics and weapon range, but nothing about the story really.

i was perusing through the net during one sleepless night and came upon an episode online. it was hosted on pinoycartoons.com! i was so surprised to realize that the epic story about the robot rangers and the main villain was actually pretty deep!

even more interesting was i always thought the show was in japanese but actually only the theme song was. the rest was bad english overdub by filipino voice actors! wow! i never realized it. anyways, go watch an episode. wiki that shit, it’s hilarious!

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i love styx.

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tomorrow night, we shoot more scenes for my feature length directorial debut film, bizarre love pentagram. there’s, like, naked girls and drugs and stuff. =D

xo

AFTER PARTY

I Hate Nightclubs I Was A Cub Scout (UK)

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TOW TRAP

after i got my hair chopped off, i went out to the rickshaw and realized that so many of the people i’ve been partying with associate haircuts with identity so much. so many people ignored me out right as they talked towering over me or walk past me without a hint that the normal looking little asian guy was the same person they claim to be a good friend of. without my hair, i was a nobody. it felt great!!! revealing, indeed. i missed my old chums.

last night, i went out for the first time in a long time since. it turned out that my old audiovisual band project mates were all in town at the same time by fluke. one from montreal, one from portland, one from nyc, our good friend who wrote the article about us which is now published in several languages (just google my name ‘joselito sering’ and all that shit pops up!), my good friend who just came back from travels in asia, a guest from turkey, friends from LA, and their chums, all congregated at Zeitgeist, our favorite biker bar here in SF, to raise pitchers and clink to genuine brotherhood and good times. i enjoyed myself catching up with these guys and i felt, for the first time in a long time, that i was among people who will recognize me for life. what a feeling.

we were bounced out at the end of the night and as i got out of the bar, my friend 4D pointed out that my car was gone from the jiffy lube parking lot across the street. i was like, “WTF?!!! was i towed? there aren’t visible signs! oh wait…there it is…” but the other cars that were parked there were still there. was it stolen? we all marveled as we stumbled around trying to figure out what to do next. we started walking towards City Tow when we realized we had no phones. they were in the car. we darted back to catch the other guys to use their phone so we could make sure it was towed and not stolen. only the canadians were left and they had no working phones. we were confused…until the smart (ass) from canada asked, “what kind of car is it?” i answered, “a geo prizm.” he wisely replied, “…it was towed.” lol. he said it with certainty that we all relieved from the idea it was unretrievable.

when we got to City Tow, they had no record. we called the police station for tow reports and they had no alert. they gave us a number of the possible private towing company. no record either. we went home and postponed our worries.

this morning, i found the car. it was towed by the same private towing company but they didn’t report it until this morning. $190 towing fee, $50 storage fee, and an $80 gate fee (that’s right…$80 bucks to open the gate! fuckers!), i knew i was had. the parking was made to look available and the sign hidden. i fell into a tow trap. those fuckers.

still, $320 didn’t phase me. even though i needed that money for other more pressing shit, it was worth seeing my chums. i’ve got friends after all.

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i was surprised i got so many calls from different people last night wanting to hook up. i never hear from people anymore but for some reason my phone was ringing off the hook. as if, there was an annnouncement that i was out for a change. buddies were calling to check on me. girls were calling to actually set a date for spending quality conversation time (instead of the usual ‘hey! where’s the afterparty?’ it’s nice to be missed.

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when i was in 2nd grade, i was a cub scout in the international boy scout organization. looking back, i realize that it was a preparatory kid club for ROTC. i did learn how to tell time with the sun, seasons in stars, what leaf in the forest to use for wiping yer arse, delicious bugs, and respect for animals and the land we live on. plus, girl scouts are hot.

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afterpartying.

TOUCH ME BUT DON’T CONFUSE ME

The Con Filur (Denmark)

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i know i’ve been absent for a while. lots of things going on in my life. i’ve been working 60 hours a week, i’ve got that morgan freeman documentary to do still, i’ve been slowly working out kinks to continue shooting my film…and, last week, i found out that i’m gonna be a father again. that’s right.

i’m confused about it. i’ve been desiring to have more kids and it seemed like my “fathering” instincts have been haywire the past few years (maybe that’s why i’ve been uncontrollably horny? hmm). but, it came at a perfect time. i’m older, wiser, tougher, more stable, and more committed…but just the week before finding out, we had discussed plans for separation.

then again, that’s what happened last time. i take it as a sign. maybe we both subconsciously don’t want to be apart but we keep fighting it. so, the universe just smacks us in the face. we’re both confused but happy at the same time. it’s strange. it seems awkward because we can’t fully love each other but we can’t move on either. it’s like the universe is toying with both of us. strange indeed.

my son, ku, has been the most excited and that’s been a charm. he’s been wishing and wishing for a little sister or brother that when we told him, he got so excited that he made his mom take another EPT test to make sure she was pregnant. wtf? he started boasting about it in school and would say things to me like, “daddy, i don’t know what to name the new baby…oh yea! if it’s a girl it’s ’sakura’ (cherry blossom) and if it’s a boy it’s ’sasuke’ (lava)!!! ok!!!” lol

meanwhile, i think of you. i know you’ve moved on and secure with your relationships. i never hear from you anymore and when i do it seems more out of cordiality than a sense of yearn to keep in touch. that’s my fault too, i know. but i miss you, to let you know.

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i’m gonna be sex less for another year? fuck!!! =P