The One About the Sudden Shift

I love how my emotional instability leaves me susceptible to rather drastic mood changes. It's extremely conducive to my study habits!

Featured in this entry: excessive levels of neuroticism; my lovely cousin Maria; probable exaggeration. Here goes nothing!

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maaaaaaart! says:

my OCD's just been REALLY flaring up lately.

maaaaaaart! says:

it's not just a case of being neat. it's actually being OBSESSIVE.

maria.carmina. says:

ROFL. man, i thought OCD was just for washing hands and things like that.

maria.carmina. says:

LOOOOOOOOL

maria.carmina. says:

what do u do when u it flares up like that .

maaaaaaart! says:

like, can't stop thinking. thoughts at like, 100 miles an hour. interruption to daily activities!!

maaaaaaart! says:

i have to weather the storm.

maaaaaaart! says:

and i usually just take it day by day.

maaaaaaart! says:

sometimes it goes for MONTHS.

maaaaaaart! says:

i think the last time it was really bad was...year 12?

maaaaaaart! says:

i had it for about...2 months or so.

maaaaaaart! says:

Obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) is a psychiatric anxiety disorder most commonly characterized by a subject's obsessive, distressing, intrusive thoughts and related compulsions (tasks or "rituals") which attempt to neutralize the obsessions.

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maaaaaaart! says:

i never told you about this, huh?

maria.carmina. says:

OCD ?

maaaaaaart! says:

yuh-huh.

maria.carmina. says:

well i kinda notice. i mean, youre freakishly neat for a guy.

maria.carmina. says:

even for a girl you are freakishly neat.

maria.carmina. says:

your remote controls are lined in your sidetable.

maria.carmina. says:

rofl.

maria.carmina. says:

but i ddnt know it could go to other things than that .

maaaaaaart! says:

haha it's not just that..like the neatness is more just being clinical.

maaaaaaart! says:

haha yeah

maaaaaaart! says:

OCD's worse when it comes to actual obsessive thoughts

maaaaaaart! says:

it's scary.

maaaaaaart! says:

rofl. oh well. i'll be fine in like...a month or so.

maaaaaaart! says:

hahaha!

maria.carmina. says:

lol.

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Anyways, over and out!

- marty..

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The One with the Short Addendum

Looks like my lucky streak's carried over until at least the early part of today; 23/25 for my Introduction to the Australian Economy Essay.

Seriously, whoever's playing with the space-time continuum and allowing all this good luck to happen to me...KEEP IT GOING.

Chillicitrus noodles await. Over and out!

- marty..

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The One About the Lights on the Goodyear Blimp

You know the old saying, "It's not how you start something, it's how you finish it?" Well, I guess you could say that about today.

"Drunk as hell, but still no throwin' up
Halfway home, and my pager still blowin' up
Today, I didn't even have to use my AK
I got to say, it was a good day."

-- Ice Cube - It Was A Good Day

Inauspicious beginning came in the form of missing the train. Aaaaand, that was probably the only thing that went wrong today. It wasn't even that bad; I only missed about five to ten minutes of the lecture. Negligible.

Music played a big role in putting me in a good mood. I'm gonna summarise the first part of this in three albums and one hero: College Dropout, Late Registration, Graduation. Kanye West. I didn't even bother with the fast-forward button. G.O.O.D. Music.

The other musically-related reason for my good mood? August 18, 2008. The Enmore Theatre. Death Cab for Cutie returns to Sydney. I get to see my favourite band in concert again. Hells yes, pleeeeease.

Two other big things happened today, both revolving around the figure 86.6667%. I got my second Class Test back for Stats. Seeing as I was on a sub-Credit average for the first quarter of the course, this HD (putting me three marks away from a Distinction) comes with a huge, RD-sized sigh of relief.

(tu) angeline? (8) Your heart is keeping time with me says:
make me proud, yo

Hmm, I hope this counts.

As an addendum, I also got my Human Rights Essay back today. 86.6667%. Again. More importantly, I'm sitting on 39/45 for the course. I only need 11/55 for the rest of the course in order to pass. Pressure, say good night. Y'all don't want it with Mart. NOOOOOOO!

But wait! There's more! An ubermegagiant bonus: the Lakers took a 3-1 lead today, narrowly escaping Game 4 in San Antone. We're a win away from being back in the Finals for the first time in four years. I was gonna gush about that fact, but I believe in jinxes, ESPECIALLY when it comes to the Lakers. Let's take care of fucking business.

Anywho, it's been a GREAT day. If I had some quality Ange-time today, it could have been PERFECT. But hey, that's not how it works. And I'm not complaining. I'm too happy to complain. Anyways, over and out!

- marty..

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The One with the Correction

Hmm, on second thought, maybe she's not JUST cool.

Maybe she's much more than that.

Maybe I actually do like her.

Maybe I was right all along.

- marty..

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The One That Got Super Lyrical

I haven't done this kind of blogging in a while, and I kinda miss it. I loves me some hip-hop. And I mean GOOD hip-hop, yo. A small sampling of what I mean by good hip-hop follows below. Read, process, experience. Think deep and peep the wordplay.

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"My instrumental's the Renaissance, no resem-ba-lance,
To nothin' you come across, lyrical holocaust
The crowd pleaser MCs freeze, then catch seizure
They praise the Lord of rap thesis, true believers

Just call me Baby Jesus 'cause lately, niggas be praisin' me
Just for the way I blaze to be crazily, tape to CD lasery
It pays to be amazingly flavoury, gaze into my rhymes
That basically hypnotize you occasionally

Occasionally as I focus on my next opus
The way it's all fucked up and MCs is hopeless
I leave your head wrecked as I erect sculptures
My thoughts' just a fortress, approach this ferocious up-closeness..."

-- Big Punisher feat. Black Thought - Super Lyrical

"Bangin' on the system, fightin' my kind of war
Loud as a whisper, quiet as a lion's roar..."

-- Talib Kweli - Listen!!!

"I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track, kid
And make mad noise like a Metallica record
I'm psycho, a villain to the styles I be killin'
when I'm thrusted, and all competition gets dusted
'Cause I rock the world from USA to Asia to Russia
If your shit stinks, I'ma flush ya then bust ya
Like a crazy man from Cali, son
My jams be packed like a Farrakhan rally, WHAT!
You know my style, I put the F in f'n foul
The Rugged Child locks you down like Rikers Isle...

Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and elegant
So well in it with every single element
And competition is NONE!
If I was wearing pantyhose, you still couldn't give me no run
I see the way you're trying to get to me
But with that speech impedi-ment, man you gotta come better G
You're hittin' all the wrong switches, troop begin again
Mumble mouth rappers couldn't last a minute with
The non-resistable, non-competible
No-no-I'm-not-sayin'-I'm-the-best, I'm just sayin' I'm fuckin' incredible...

One, checkin' it two, checkin' it three
Check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, check out the Z
Aight, G
I'm breakin' MCs up like EPMD
And these nuts, if you rappers tryin' to see me
I'm buckwild with styles, ta-dow
I've been in it, runnin' a hundred miles, I'm well-endowed, baby gal
The greatest nigga to touch it, you niggas can't fuck with
The incredible skills of the G from Brooklyn, big up kid!
And ain't no eatin' me up, you fast fuckin' with Jigga
I'm like Prince jeans, I bring the ass out the nigga..."

-- Big Daddy Kane feat. Shyheim & Jay-Z - Show and Prove

"B-b-b-but wait, it gets worse!
I'm not watered down, so I'm dying of thirst!"

-- Onyx (Sticky Fingaz) - Slam

"Thinking 'bout takin' my own life
I might as well
Except they might not sell weed in hell!
And that's where I'm goin', 'cause the Devil's inside of me
They make me rob from my own nationality
It's kind of ignorant, but yo, I gotta pay the rent
So yeah, I'll stick a nigga most definite
The degenerate, if I get caught, I'm innocent
'Cause I don't leave no Sticky Fingaprints..."

-- Onyx (Sticky Fingaz) - Last Dayz

"I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
I'll snatch your crown with your head still attached to it
Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics
Beatin' niggas to death and beating dead niggas to life..."

-- Canibus - 4,3,2,1 (by LL Cool J)

"Plus I got a hundred goons with me, dressed in black
Fifty in the front door, fifty in the back
Half got Ks, half got Macs
Bring 'em out, bring 'em out, show 'em where he at
We could do him right here, we could catch him in the trap
Run up on his 'lac and put a hole in his hat
With his brains on the dash and his thoughts in his lap
and dump 50 more on him and tell him to hold that
Lights out, no hasta manana
Hasta la vista, sayonara
Y tu, no tomorrow
No remorse, and no sorrow..."

-- Alfa Mega - Hurt (by T.I.)

"I take seven MCs, put 'em in a line
and add seven more brothers who think they can rhyme
Well, it'll take seven more before I go for mine
Now that's twenty-one MCs, ate up at the same time..."

-- Rakim - My Melody

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Anyways, over and out!

- marty..

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The One with the Beginning of the End

Semester one ends in a little over three weeks. Wow. Has it really been that long? That long since I blogged about not being ready for Third Year? And now it's halfway between zero and dunzo? Umm, sure.

You know this Semester's almost ever when you've already enrolled for NEXT Semester's classes, yo. OH! Fridays, meet freedom. My Fridays are Uni-free again! For the first time since First Year! Getting that timetable was SO worth skipping three hours worth of classes on Wednesday.

And so, I'm two presentations, one Research Methods Exercise, two Psych Reports and four exams away from the end of Semester. Snow trip/paintball/any other random things that can happen during the Semester break, here I come! Anyways, over and out.

- marty..

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The One with the Diagnosis

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages. The following blog entry is proudly brought to you by the Procrastination and Laziness Division of the Martin Lorenzo Pagdanganan Corporation.

Two days, one exam, an aggregate eight hours of sleep. Damn. Numbers, what happened to you? When I was a Maths nerd, you were ALWAYS cool to me. Are we not friends anymore?

Anywho, diagnosis! Lately, I've been doing some thinking about how I've spent the last three years or so. I realised that from the end of Year 11 up to the middle of last year, I hadn't spent much time being single. Not saying I had a lot of girlfriends during that time, 'cause that wasn't the case at all. I was always just in the right place at the right time, over and over again. It seemed like right after things would end with one, something else would start with another. Lucky me, right?

Survey says: WRONG! Aww, thanks for playing. Please try again later.

It seems that all that time has made me vulnerable to a horrible condition, one that, until recently, I didn't even know existed. It's the reason I would turn into a mess whenever things wouldn't work out with someone. It's the debilitating syndrome that plagued my adolescent years, hounding me throughout each of my different relationships. It's vile. It's repulsive. It turns the hardest man into a 30c soft serve that Mickey Ds would be proud of.

It's Chronic Bitch Dependency. *shockhorror* View the link in white (note: NSFW!) at your own risk, if you dare, etc.

Luckily for me, I've spent the last 10 months or so in an extensive rehabilitation program. Not meaning to jump the gun here, but I hope it's safe to say that this horrible condition is all in the past for me.

Jai guru deva ohm. Nothing's gonna change my world.

Actually, scratch that. Some things can change my world, but only for the better. Just 'cause I'm happy now, doesn't mean that I can't get any happier. But even if nothing comes along, I can rest assured that I've still got a great life. Anyways, over and out!

- marty..

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The One to Stem the Tide

As I sit at my desk, eating a bunch of Flat Tops (seven and counting ) and avoiding a big meal 'cause I've got basketball in an hour, I realise that I haven't blogged in an eon or two. Thus, here's a quickie, in an attempt to put up SOME sort of resistance against the entry drought that's slowly killing my blog.

Okay, so I'm only here to make a quick mention of a new friend, someone who writes epic wall posts on Facebook, avoids doing an assessment that's already late, has a funny brother, loves elephants, has an extensive lexicon, is a deep and pensive thinker, has a penchant for late-night (/EARLY morning) conversations and is just, by all accounts, cool.

(That last one wasn't just for giving me a ton of points on my first day.)

HELLO TO ANGELINE NGUYEN.

- marty..

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