This was my schedule last week: up at 6:30 am, school at 9, thesis work the rest of the day 'til 5:30 in the afternoon(with a 30 minute lunch break), thesis revisions at home, and bed at 12. Not exactly an improvement over my summer schedule. For the past two months I've worked my ass off, passed 4 major subjects during the summer (which is fucking unheard of), and now I've got a thesis deadline to beat.

I'm tired. Not just physically. I'm tired inside. A soul kind of tired.

My thesis adviser is a cunt. The lab assistant is a twat. Dasmariñas is an extremely unappealing prospect, and I don't find the rain soothing anymore. I envy Karlo (which is daft), because he's got one year off.

I am, in Liam Gallagher's words, knackered.

I wake up in the morning and I feel like absolute shit. But then I just think about how there's so much to look forward to. I put on Aqualung's "Brighter Than Sunshine" on the player, and then everything's right as rain.
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Okay, if you've got about P38,000 to spend, buy tickets for the Summer Sonic Festival shows in Japan(click on the English button on the upper right portion of the site to get more details). The lineup is amazing: Oasis are headlining, and NIN, Kasabian, Weezer, Interpol, and a lot more are going to play. I myself would kill to be able to go there, but alas, I don't think it'll happen. I'd have to spend about P70,000 for the tickets, the plane ride, and hotel accomodations for me and Cheenee (the only other rabid Oasis fan that I know of, besides me). There go my dreams of seeing Oasis live.

It's the last week of summer classes! Three more long tests and three more final exams to go.

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Lyla is fucking catchy. When you hear it the first time, you think, "It's an ok single. Nothing groundbreaking". But wait for it. After about 4 listens, you'll get hooked.

It's so catchy it's ridiculous. I'm listening to it as I type this. 10 straight times I've played this song!

DBTT is going to be released on May 30, but I think you can purchase a copy up on Ebay. Here's a review from SPIN:

"Gallaghers in nearly great album shocker!"

"Complainging that Oasis ape the Beatles-among others- is like complaining that Oasis are a great British rock band. Get over it, appreciate the impudence, submit to the pleasures of their neo-retro-classicism, or just #### off, mate.(Ringo's son is their drummer, for Lennon's sake!)

Despite the myriad steals on their first album in three years, however, the band Oasis most resemble is Oasis. Only they haven't sounded this loose and confident since 1995's WTSMG; leanness and vitailty have replaced the cokey bloat of their last few studio trips. Liam may be rock's signature snarler, but he's also quitely become an ace melodist (contributing three songs here) and bro Noels singing (on four tracks) has never been stronger or lovelier.

Some of their recent lifts? On "Mucky Fingers", Noel replicates Lou Reed's velvty guitar strokes as Phil Spector and Bob Dylan brandish pistols in their sound booth. And though that title may recall the Stones, its the next song "lyla" (note the missing a, Mr. Clapton) that blatantly bites "Street Fighting Man" Liam's brisk "The Meaning of Soul" boasts a "proud Mary" strum and a honking harmonica solo, while Noel's gorgeously sad "Part of the Queue" is the Stranglers' "Golden Brown" with piano and funky percussion subbing for harpiscord.

That Dave Sardy, who produced Jet's larcenous debut, also worked on this album makes perfect sense. Reining in the brothers' excesses (soundwise, at least), he's helped them to focus; the songs no longer meander what they shouldn't, nor seem overstuffed, even if the ambitious ode to loafing "The Importance of Being Idle," manages to cram surf guitar and barrel-housekeys into a vampy tango.

The first and last songs shout out to the sun, but then Oasis have never expected praise for their words. Occasionally on DBTT, they (usually Noel) will surpriise with a nugget like "Every beginning has broken its promise."
But more often the lyrics beseech you to love one another, stand tall and proud, keep the dream alive, and kick a hole in the sky. The world may be coming undone at the seems, Liam may be at the crossroads waiting for a sign, but let there be love, and everything's gonna be all right in that champagne supernova in the big, wide-open festival site. Sound like a plan."

- Doug Brod, June 2005, Spin
Grade: A-

Interestingly enough, Coldplay's X & Y was given a B.

Hi, just dropped by to make a quick post.

Man, I've wanted to talk about how Wrestlemania kicked my ass, the launch of the testosterone-ridden (in a good way) Jack TV, and the cool new cd's I bought, but I just don't have the fucking time. I have a killer summer schedule (killer in the sense that I don't really have time for anything else), and posting in the Whiskey has gotten to be almost next to impossible.

Everybody's been telling me that taking 4 majors is idiotic and suicidal, but it's not like I have any choice. I'm not bitching though, cos I fucked up and I know it's entirely my fault. Come to think of it, summer class with 4 majors isn't that bad; you get so frazzled studying things like Gluconeogenesis and fucking wine making that everything gets muddled up, but it's ok because you sort of lose the concept of time. Fuck me, I've gotta study for a test tom! But first, a quick one...

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-a wrestlemania review will probably up on saturday and by the way, YES Batista is half-filipino ( check the FAQ) , and YES, 'mania was good.

-went to my favorite stall in ruins and got a few cd's. Quick ratings.

Motorhead-Bastards 5/5; I dig Lemmy's Randy Savage bellow.

Iron Maiden-Best of the Beast 5/5; Chris Jericho could've been singing the early Maiden songs. Eerie.

The Crystal Method-Community service Vol. 2 3/5; Eh. Maybe it hasn't grown on me yet.

Van Halen- Van Halen III 1/5; Christ. I didn't know it was fucking Gary Cherone (of Extreme) on this one. I knew should've gotten The Cardigans Best Of.

Yeah yeah yeahs- Fever to tell 4.5/5; Karen O. is my wet dream.

-Jack TV is so cool. It's got Reno 911, South Park, Banzai, Drawn Together, and RAW. Now I have something else to watch besides Conan, Six feet under, and Spongebob.

- Liam is myopic, which is explains the serial killer stare. And all those cigs and booze and having the gnarliest pose while singing can have some fucking bad effects on your throat (although I kind of like his voice when it IS gritty and throaty). Very informative for Oasis fans, which, for an online encyclopedia, is odd.


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I usually read movie reviews from Orson Scott Card's site, Rotten Tomatoes, and JoBlo. Then I found Ruthless Reviews and I gotta say it's as funny as JoBlo and as spot on (well, at least most of time) as Card.

Their obsession with macho '80s action movies notwithstanding, this is a very funny and witty site. For example, the sex section has stuff like why Cosmopolitan sex surveys are so full of shit(Sample: Now, women out there will argue that men don't know how to give them hand jobs. Maybe, but most women either don't masturbate anywhere near the level that men do, or they use a vibrator.). Funny stuff.