Youtube

Ok. So what is Phillip doing?

I won't deny it, I've been on the computer for a lot of the time. Of coarse I dedicate a few hours to some more useful things in my motehrs opinion. (Washing dishes, grooming dog, and reading some kind of a book). But in my opinion, at least before this year, was that you soon run out of things to do on the internet. There's only so much videos you can watch, and only so much wikipedia pages you can read before you run out of topics. Like Sarah said, you end up refreshing your facebook page constantly.

Well I thankfully have more than a few things to do online. Other than blogging and msn, I enjoy beyond reason my beloved youtube. I've watched documentaries mainly in the past few days. L'us see. I've watched Hiroshima and Nagasaki - that was extremely sad. Then there was Chernobyl - now I know how the worst nuclear disaster happened. Oh, and then I got caught up in Chernobyl, so I watched a documentary about the children of Chernobyl. Holy Europe, they showed some gruesome mutations - in children. Imagine! But apparently, a lot of Irish people visit Belarus for aid working. Wow, now I have something to discuss with Mr. L.

Now I know so much more about radioactivity. As for what else I've watched, hmm. I watched some communist commercials (btw, did you know canada has two communist parties: the marxist-leninist, and the socialist), and some other russian videos about babushkas I won't even mention.

And thanks for asking, my garden is fine.

Nothing else need be said. How come you guys aren't answering my questions, and commenting. My self-esteem!

au revoir'hui

Them Telling Me

Read. But it's not me being creative. It's me complaining.

Forget the day.

Present I may,

To you this gift,

A thought of Change.

Whence clovers rise,

They seek the wise.

And you they lift,

Above its lies.

Deem cursed their face.

They lost the race.

It's up to you,

Don't search for space.

Now be gone quick,

Their thoughts are sick.

Yet keep mine close,

It's you I pick.

This is must be what Mr. Lannin appreciates. I really do no'now. What makes this plethora of words stuck together in a salad-form better than an average english poem. This still perplexes me. No, Neutral, I'm not mad at your writing, nor His marking. (God I mean). I amn't pissed either. I am simply learning. Yes. This is part of my extracurricular crap. As for the Pascal Test. Bark.

It is time for me to move on. Actually, Neutral might've noted who those words point out. Me and my struggle agains les aurtes. I guess now the meaning of it is 'Them Telling Me'. It's true. Listen to them, Philippe. Enough thinking, enough interrogating. I think it's time to take one's advice, and let it go. Or, similarily, I am also permitted to walk it off.

That was my new beginning. - gasp -For Gypsie's and Hippies' Sake, how much times do I start a blank page. I have one Page - It's called Philippeux Life. And my literal page is called Lłamåsses Hŏtel. No more new beginnings. Simply pen[cil] and paper, and eraser for those ambicious of you. If I dont like the narration, then I scratch it out. Write on the same damn page.

Wow. I just out-off-topic'd my ownself. Bob!

Haavee aa good oonee.

Oh, and the cwecion is: what is your favourite brand?

Beigh. Bé.

Fuseaux Horaires

Donc.

I never really found switching time zones difficult. When one travels, who cares about the time. Hell, I'll go to the French Riviera at 4:00. (That, I find, is my worst hour. Early Morning!). Now, however, I am faced with a multitude of predicaments.

As I've mentioned 'les fuseaux horaires' is the most evident currently. Summertime has its own schedule. I, for one, stayed up till three, watching any video from Tina Turner, to some Indie Rock. Although the time zone has no definite exsistence, it'd be easier for us to give it a name. I suppose I'd call it Ordence Noch. The root of that is Ordinateur and Nacht. Computer and Night.

Cwecion: What is your time zone during the summer. Late Night Burrow? Day time Cavalier? Early Morrow Fog? Tell us - me - whatever.

.and.

What would you call your time zone?

Now I want Jasmine Tea. Bye Friends.

To Ought To List.

Exhale and Relax.

I have two words for you. Medical, Experiments. You could interpret that any way you like. Today, however, is a pivoting moment in high school history. I am done this education. Sure I'm not happy for my final mark, but others'd die for my position, or at least my educational position. Hmm. Even I would be pleased with my mark, if it wasn't for les autres.

Enough bashing them. Now I must comment on the year. A lot has changed. We all have seen it happen. A lot is new. New friends, new habits. The year pleased me. Every decision. Good Year, and i give it 3.5 stars.

The education, come on. What have I really learned? I learned the equation of a line, and the way atoms work. Everything else I memorized, including the beatitudes and our geography exam.

Now my 'ought to' goals!

Make a movie.

Write a book.

Make a series.

Write a blog.

Engage in gardening (although difficult in the gravel surrounding most of my trailer).

Spend time with dog.

Think over future.

Learn German, perfect French [pfff].

Read a Russian book.

Write a song - lyrics to have German counting.

Clean room.

Photograph a day of my life.

Post it.

Be with family - particular family.

Be with friends, if invited.

Chat.

Imply a woman's boobs are large.

Cough.

Forget about Hefflenecker in '97.

Eat something new. Note: Don't over eat on the cholesterol.

Dance some groovy shit. Improvise on my German Irish dancing.

Start a V-log, Ph-log, and M-log.

Invent a Cat food.

Compost.

Play computer games simultaneously.

Write a letter to the Vatican. Thanks Mr. Found-a-lighter.

Remake an original something.

For that matter, write theme music.

Prevent disaster.

Work at Mc Donalds? Work at a Farm?

Insult a foreigner.

Online random people.

Snapping turtle boxing match.

Go to Montreal.

Mob Flash.

Extra curricular crap.

Morning showers, shower slippers, slipper fuzz, fuzzy pillows, and pillow fights.

Enough. I though I had nothing to do.

Oh, I must go. Now think of these two words. Juvenile, Delinquency.

P.S. read over some of your comments, I might have commented on them (Sarah I think).

I hope this jaggedness suits you.

A Bit of a Shit

This is a bit of a shit I'm in.

My geography exam is tomorrow. I needed this one exam to go perfectly. I need my average higher. Ever since I learned that two particular students, not of the religious type though, got a math mark of 99% and 97% and and both got 100% on both the culminating and the exam, I became seriously jealousy-pissed. Well, I though I could geography my way out of it, and upping my average (I'm not pleased with my math mark).

And what happens? I forgot my textbook at school. Me and one other intelligent self too; Sarah. I am thankful at least that I forerecived my exam verbally, and noted it. I have those notes, I thank the Lord, and it is up to me now to say goodbye to the fun world, and memorize them off by the heart caged in my ribs, and by the mind helmetted by the skull. Seriously. There's one hope in me, and i am not shitted to use that.

Otherwise, I am shitted, and do not have the mood to write here. Not to mention the French exam, which I basically inked the page by writing nonsence answers.

Well, its short, so please go study too.

Till next time, keep it, and have fun!

Verbal Amusement, or Other?

Hello guests.

My blog is now called 'Lłamåsses Hŏtel'. Not considering the URL (earl), or my username, or my post titles, I thought it might be clever to give the actual 'place' of my blogspot a name. So next time your speaking of this place, instead of saying "I'm going to Phillip's Blog" or "I'm going to www.assllamaundblood.blogspot.com." you must say:

"Hey dudes and dudettes, I'm going to Lłamåsses Hŏtel! It's sensass!" Or whatever else...

Now that we're on wordplay, I must decode my pre-suf word. Octoprore-enactivationalisticalismlessly. No it's not about octopuses as Christa thinks. The root of the word is actually 'act'.

L'us break it down.

Octo (eight) - (here it has a meaning of 'repetition' over and over. Like and expression 'constantly').

pro (for)

re (again)

enact (to make something [re]occur)

-enact[ivation] (the action of making something [re]occur)

-a-lism (the concept of the action of making something occur)

less (without) or (without the concept of the action of making something occur)

ly (adverb) so the way people are Octoprore-enactivationalisticalismless

OK. L'us attempt to add the octoprore to it... 'To constantly be for the concept of the action of making something re-occur" Now take that and negate the way you do it (-lessly)

Guys, we have this happen to us everyday. This word describes your teenage life! The way you constantly are thinking of the way that you don't want to have your [mistakes] happen again.

One more topic. The studying I was put through this weekend. Well, interupted by gardening, visiting old people, and for that matter a Jewish Graveyard, playing a computer game (I thought I quit computer), watching a movie, eating 'snacks'... etc. As you can see, not much studying from my part. However, Sarah wasted my day by telling me to conjugate random verbs in all times... Thanks, it helped, but now its deep enough down my throat. Everything from connaissais to buvions, to prendront. Can you imagine 82 categories of verbs? Too bad.

'Vse', as we say in Russia, or done! I would keep going with my blog, but people complain about how long they are. As I recall, you guys have nothing to do anyway :P... Anywho.

Buy, See yars! Hava naice damn' bull.

P.A. My 'question of the day' starts now. For those incompetent of you, or those who have nothing to do, answer it.

Cwecion: Hwat es your favourit Anglisk. Is't Tehas, owr eSpanish accento. Might it be oldern English of ourses? Or is it gangsta' y'all; my g-unit, pimp'n yo!

Philippeux News - Four Stories

So.

Do you know what I just realised. I mean... Being a religious person and all, not to mention hanging out with 'a perticular group'... How could I have not asked me this? It's that:

If Jesus of Nazareth was born in 4 B.C. by Mary, Mother of God, she - being someone faithful and already believing in God - was technically believing in something that didn't exsist. I mean, Jesus Christ is born, and he is God, but God gave birth to Him, through some Holy Spirited Ghost, who entered Mary, who already beleived in the whole darn thing.

So my question was: How did Mary give birth to Jesus Christ if Jesus Himself (stupid capitalization rules) is God? And another thing on my mind was also: Who is this Jesus kid anyhow?

Oh, no! I'm being distracted! I'm watching some videos of Alla Pugacheva, the most famous Russian singer to walk our Russian soil. I thought i had heard her 100's of songs, but the's so many more. Ouch, that hurts my esteem.

But what I was going to share with you today is a bit of a Philippeux news. The exam, as everybody knows, was easier than expected. L'us hope that our other teachers spared some mercy for our dear stampede of a grade. L'us hope that the day they wrote'r exams was on a day when they watched a sad and hopeful movie, and perhaps drank a glass of cranberry juice.

Well, I think I finally invent something new, and not useful. Something new, and, as a matter of fact, useless, but in any matter, will become a popularity amounst our own [pepsi]. Yes, Yes, it is the famous 'phlog'. No, not Phillip-Blog, yet something in the lines of a Phone-Blog.

Time for a 1st person Story!

"I was sitting in the cafeteria, and the dreaded English examination was over. The fear of the year, or semester, was spend in a semi-gymanasium, full of essay writing grade 11's. But it was over. Now it was simple: lock myself in another large area, were the heat kept reminding me of my cat-in-heat (don't know the proper term). What else was there, other than to call random friends of my friends, whose parents apparently were 'the ones who have the names of the ones who I think work in McDonald's'? Yes, it stared with that."

"It was then a hate-mail and noone's-picking-up-the-damned-telephone combination that drove me to introduce my monkey friends to the random listener (well, at least as soon as they hear my message). Guys, help me on this. Does anyone remember their proper monkey names? I believe I used Kikiki, Lilili, Fififi, and Ninini. Was Jenna Fififi, and Sarah might have been Lilili; Claudia was Ninini, which I think means Krysta was Kikiki. Q: Was nicole part of it?"

"So, pissed off, I decided to leave 3 people a phone blog message. They were Rebecca, TJ, (or whatever combination of J), and Michelle. Well deary, what will they say about it?"

Guys, c'mon and spread this miracle. The Phlog... No, Flog is better. Anywho, l'us be the popculture this time, and l'it be us who tell people what to do! Muahahahaha.

(God, my cat is humping the laptop with her 'in heat' status.)

My bus ride, however, is something I think we should discuss, Sarah. While you are ranting on about 'respect for the dog-killing bus driver', and defend him on that part, I believe that you should look at bus drivers with a different perspective. (Oh no, she's on my thigh).

Nicole, Zach, Patrick and I all know about the cruel ways of my bus driver. Just cause I talk, I get moved to the front with the grade 7&8's. I've been moved there three times, and it was with difficulty that I begged and apologized my way to the back with Nicole.

Well, I'm back in the dungeon now! I asked today if I might sit with Nicole (a bit of lenience was expected from her side: no grade 12ers, exam week, and last days of her secondary jobness), but no. She was more cruel than ever today.

I asked.

She laughed.

Sarcastically.

I asked why not.

She replied - because I talk.

I stated - I see nowhere a rule saying I can't.

She said - well you disturb others around you.

What?! Well, whatever, I thought, I'll watch the movie 'Taken' with my Chinese Ipod, while you drive in the rain and keep our souls alive. But a miracle happened in the end. When I was getting off the bus, the last one to do so, she apologized for her explosion, and gave me the reasoning behind the 'the chain reaction of talking hence distracting' law. I got my way in the end, Sarah, and this was done by not teaming on her side. (Obviously, I was the cause of the antagonist side). As well, me and bus driver Kim seem to be friends of a sort, and I get to sit with Nicole.

Anyway, this was my 20th attempt at writing this particular pathetic blog, going through a hotmail phase, a google earth phase, an eat whatever you find in the fridge phase, and a phase where a mosquito bit two spots on one hand!

I will go get my revenge, while leaving you this word to ponder on:

Octoprore-enactivationisticalismlessly (I made it with pre and suf X's)

You tell me what it means, and in the next Blog, or perhaps flog, I'll define it with the truest possibly answer.

Ciao Cocao

P.S. 'Sit just me, or are each of my blogs longer and longer?

Complaints Typed for the CyberWorld

Hello mes amis et mes amies at mes autres et mon chien, ou ma chienne.

So let's get to the blogging, even though i should be studying for freakn' English.

Do you ever have the feeling to write 'WHAT?!' or 'LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU UNINTELLECTUAL HUMANS!!!' on a brick wall so that everyone could just shut the hell up and stop bothering you?

Hmm. I don't think I have. The only way I can relate to that, shall I type, complaint, is by the shut the hell up [you unintellectual humans] part. You see, my dear amis et amies et mes autres et mon chien ou ma chienne, I've been quite bothered this week. True or false: is it exam week(s)? True. Are there culminating tasks? True. Are there EQUAO? True. Are there exam reviews, and exam studying? True.

Then answer this: Why the heavens is everyone fighting in my house, and I still 'need' to clean up my room. I hate my Step Father (yet I'm not sure why I capitlaized his title; he's no more than a twig an the ground that you step on and then want to douce in kerosene, and burn it for the pain it causes). Why cannot -he- understand this? Cannot he tell that I obviously hate him?

Either he shuts up, doesn't walk infront of me or around me, or I'll burst this bubble Man!... Dont make any noise. Don't breathe loud enough that i can hear you. Infact dont breathe at all. Don't ask me stupid questions with your dirty mouth. Seriously, it stinks. (I could, but find it too rude to mention his disgusting dental problems. Just imagine what comes out of a mouth not brushed for a lifetime. Now stop imagining about him. You've gone too far!)

Another problem, mes amis et amies et mes autres et mon chien ou ma chienne, is that he's simply dirty. [puke] And stinks. He should take a shower before he walks in my presence. The problem with that, mes peuples, is that I dont want him showering in the shower I use. [puke].

Ahhh, G., what kind of suffering you dare to put me through.

Well, I can bravely [coke] say I've typed, for the first time, of my problems-of-the-household. I know you must not enjoy this, but I enjoy putting him down. Actually, I probably don't. I still have that Jesus morality stuck in me. I'm not so cruel. But if I may use a gardening similie, then I'd mention that -he- is the biggest weed growing out of the damned soil he infects. I like my revenge, of likening him to the lowest of the hindu reincarnatable creatures! Of the lowest point in this universe.

And I will pay in hell for it - catholiqueness of myself.

Phillip. Ciao.

(P.S. If I die, don't tell me family about this blog. They'd kill me. This is between me, you, and mes amis et mes amies et mes autres et mon chien et ma chienne.)

Turns out I'm rapping. Cool

Sigh.

I don't really feel like writing this blog, however I feel obliged. Ever since my friends and I've reved up some noise about blogging, I simply can't leave them abandoned [coke]. What the heck...

I'm listening to some German radio station online.

(here i go)

Gasp! It's Rap. Perhaps it's even crap!

Can't Understand. It's an unknown band.

My dad gave me the link. I'm like, what the hell? You stink.

Why am I here, in my brother's room?

There are posters of Vishnu, and some Gods that are Hindu.

The rappers can't count. They're like 'eins, zwei, drei, I'm out!'

Nicole's reading this... And she cant get the beat.

Then our oboe player, Sarah, is like OMG, sweet.

Krystal's thinking 'why the . am i here'

Back to you Nicole, who starts up a cheer.

Eins dwei drei, one two three.

Get uo on your feet, and "SHE"

(ep)

wow. lame phillip. lame. to the readers: no. to self: go sleep.

ciao

p.s. i'm goating, Nicole can get the beat.

Reasons For Perseverance

Hey people.

I am at loss of what to say for two reasons.

Reason a: Knowing that I have blogged just yesterday, I feel it is too soon for me to be posting a post the day after. It is too much of a responsibility, for both you and I. You are obliged to read this, which is quite a commitment. Though I don't know how large of a clientel I have accumulated in, I'd say, 2 days? Me, however, is another story. What do I write about? (Mind you, nothing bloggable has come up in the past 24 hours. See below for details.*) Will I be too much of a despot with a blog this soon? Should I mention this? No, I shouldn't... Yes I should?

Reason b: Woah! I think I am experiencing either love at first type, or a superimposed addiction. You see, once having written a post for the first time, yesterday, I can easily say that it was fun. Challenging. Fun though. It is something, where you don't only want to impress yourself, but, admit it, others aswell. Therefore, i say to you: Do not be frightened by my sudden urge. Wait a bit, it'll die off.

*A propos de mon jour, si vous voulez le savoir, je vous dis maintenant.

The only notable thing today was that i went to a 'party'. You know, I dont go to parties, but this was a Catholic and Chaste one, reflecting the people i was with.

Oh, and my stupid music exam. Why do i have to play the high notes?! I didn't use them in any of my songs throughout the course... Oh Well.

I guess you're not really here to read about my day. Great, let us [coke] talk about feelings, and better yet, the things that annoy me. Not. I've written my share for the present moment. Enough! I say!

Ciao

P.S. What annoys me is using p.s. and short paragraphs consecutively.

Blogged!

The Revelation's Day

Hey there.

Should you take a moment to picture this, it will help you understand what i experienced the day of my revelation.

"I walk up to Moody Fingers, O'neil, and Krystal Esteem. They seem awkwardly quiet with my presence. It is then i realize i am not wanted at their table, which happends to be in the urinating corner of the cafeteria. 'Okay, how do i get out of this pickle?' I think to myself, ' I know, i will recite my monologue of spanish lesbians...' Fortunately, [coke] it gets a laugh. Now on the topic, a coversation begins about youtube videos, and vlogs. This makes me feel a bit more welcome."

"And then a perculiar thing happens: every one of the friends, including two others, Turtle and I Only Looked At You Now, who join us following the purchase of a pizza, are talking about their Blogs. 'Blogs?' I thought... 'They all have Blogs?' "

"Sigh. I guess I missed out on the fad. Besides, it was a last summer thing. Well, how else for a guy like me to fit in then to write a Blog as well?"

Here I am. I am typing what should be considered near nonsense. As a matter of fiction, I'm not too sure of what a blog is. Is it a place where one comes to ridicule themsleves about their daily embarrasements? Or is it a place where you have fun with your friends, in a form of communication that, well, doesn't really count.

I hope i have covered the needed criteria to introduce myself to the world of blogging. If this blog, however, doesnt appeal to your taste, then you could: a) screw yourself, or b) be patient and see how a normal one of my blogs turns out.

Thank you, me, and the Coded Characters of Nondisclosure.... (you know who you are)

Dont do drugs. Unless your going downhill anyway.

Ciao