tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38013866605247283912012-02-16T10:24:05.082-08:00Mardkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07293148159183655626noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801386660524728391.post-33770371880389939462010-10-23T08:15:00.001-07:002010-10-23T08:17:22.866-07:00This friendship paradigm will not work if you keep changing the phase of my heart every time I see you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801386660524728391-3377037188038993946?l=mardk.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mardkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07293148159183655626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801386660524728391.post-47915034771062090882010-07-22T22:58:00.001-07:002010-07-22T22:58:32.524-07:00<div><i>“You guys have no idea how this feels. It's like, you always hear songs about a broken heart and you think it's just a figure of speech? But it's true. My chest hurts. I feel this like, sinking feeling where my heart is. It's broken.”</i></div><div><i>-Stan Marsh, Southpark.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>I guess I should stop moping and just pull out my guitar and play.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh well, back to the drawing board.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801386660524728391-4791503477106209088?l=mardk.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mardkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07293148159183655626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801386660524728391.post-36478027900521644022010-07-20T21:29:00.001-07:002010-07-20T21:30:12.450-07:00I guess I really was just a phase.<div><br /></div><div>And damn it, you torture me even in my sleep.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801386660524728391-3647802790052164402?l=mardk.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mardkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07293148159183655626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801386660524728391.post-71389368378390068452010-07-17T12:41:00.001-07:002010-07-17T18:51:22.702-07:00The following events took place between Monday - Saturday.<div><br /></div><div>- All guitar stores in Makati and Mandaluyong are out of gauge .10 strings. The gauge that I always use. So I bought gauge .9 Boomers thinking that my fingers would benefit from the lighter tension but the tone sucked liked the Malabanan sipsip ebak syphon machine. - Bad thing</div><div><br /></div><div>- Finally got a ticket to see Herman Li's guitar clinic this sunday. Herman Ri. I don't like him one bit. But I love guitars so what the hell. And since Eje and Jon (guitar wielding buddies of mine, both are 100x better than me) will be there, I'm looking forward to 5 hours non stop Guitar Gear talk. - Good thing</div><div><br /></div><div>- I was able to write a kick ass song yesterday. I think it's kick ass because I used really weird but good sounding chord patterns. Now all I need is a band to play it with. - Somewhere in between thing.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>- Met up with old friends, which felt both weird, and great at the same time. I feel old. Or is it just nostalgia. - Good thing</div><div><br /></div><div>- Still no buyers for my red stratocaster and GT10. Need cash to buy a Gibson SG. - Bad thing.</div><div><br /></div><div>- Some people are just born assholes. You've already ruined 2 good nights. Thank whatever deity you believe in that we're officemates or I would've broken your obnoxious little face. - Bad thing</div><div><br /></div><div>- I never thought drawing could be this hard. - Bad thing.</div><div><br /></div><div>- I miss you. - Definitely a bad thing.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801386660524728391-7138936837839006845?l=mardk.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mardkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07293148159183655626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801386660524728391.post-49225030575250089922010-07-04T07:44:00.000-07:002010-07-04T09:04:25.390-07:00full of surprises. Just like a grenade.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801386660524728391-4922503057525008992?l=mardk.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mardkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07293148159183655626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801386660524728391.post-56775097351635969022010-06-28T14:30:00.000-07:002010-06-28T14:42:59.576-07:00Circle of fifths. Flat seventh. Arpeggio. Top spin. Chop. CRON. AOP. Context. Exceptions. Configurations. Frameworks. Pizza. Orange juice. FPS. Delimiter. Pipe. Smoke. Beer. Hugs. Smiles.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801386660524728391-5677509735163596902?l=mardk.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mardkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07293148159183655626noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801386660524728391.post-72042636190877086632010-05-31T09:26:00.001-07:002010-05-31T09:26:44.743-07:00Oh boy oh boy. Can't wait to get my anti rabies vaccine.<div><br /></div><div>Fuck.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801386660524728391-7204263619087708663?l=mardk.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mardkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07293148159183655626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801386660524728391.post-70043716924611570922010-05-30T23:56:00.001-07:002010-05-31T00:04:16.615-07:00<div>I miss you too. But only when I'm sober.</div><div><br /></div><div>Off to Alabang to buy a Nintendo DS.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801386660524728391-7004371692461157092?l=mardk.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mardkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07293148159183655626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801386660524728391.post-37409169230796205042010-05-30T12:46:00.000-07:002010-05-30T12:53:14.777-07:00A bottle of jagermeister and a handful of shisha burned tobacco later, panic attacks set in. Deep labored breathing and wild palpitations invade my once comfortable as hell anatomy.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I love it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gig at the 19th.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801386660524728391-3740916923079620504?l=mardk.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mardkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07293148159183655626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801386660524728391.post-2093469482898406262010-05-30T10:47:00.001-07:002010-05-30T10:48:55.991-07:00This place needs recycling.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801386660524728391-209346948289840626?l=mardk.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mardkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07293148159183655626noreply@blogger.com0