3/28/05 11:33 |
words cannot describe my twit's party. the only words i can think of are:
booze, drunk, fun, hot (both sweaty and hot-sexy), funky, body grinding, dazzling array of lights... and one happy birthday girl.
the photos would be more appropriate to see the scene.
imagine...
you enter my room...
you see disco lights screaming around it, music frying your ears that makes you want to strut it out...
you see on the right strobe lights...
on the left a couch full of sweaty people, some are dancing while partners are on top of them...
on the right again is the "sign-in" sheets, where you sign and greet the birthday girl with glow in the dark pen... while encircled with tep's cartoon images made with glow in the dark paint...
on the left right next to the couch is the bed, where people too are dancing...
if you look up, the disco balls are rotating, while the background of glow in the dark swirls decorate the ceiling...
further down is a poster with finger paints and other bizarre images drawn by hand... that too glows with the blacklight...
in the middle of that wall is the dj station (well, it's a computer). fully equipped with sorround sound and a 21" monitor...
but!!! that's just the room... wanna hear about the drinks?
two types of tequila, the reposado and the josé cuervo.
mai thai - mixed by me (alcohol base is rhum).
the jell-o shooters (200 shots of jell-o laced with vodka).
beer - mickey's, budweiser, miller and smirnoff ice.
the food: chruch's fried chicken, papa john's pizza, rosalynne's spaghetti (a big time hit!), barbeque beef, barbeque pork.
scene stealers:
my dad and tep's dad, everyone's eyes fixated on them when they joined the dance floor... and they danced with our ladies too!
macky and lesley, danced from 10pm through 2am, non stop, their breaks last only for 2 mins (after two or three songs)...
teresa, grinded down quite a lot.
john and kristine... john gave kristine a lapdance.
what else?
3/21/05 01:42 |
&selNumPosts= << this is a neat thing! i thought i can only display a maximum of 300 posts in blogger. append this line at the end of the URL in the edit posts... and voila! it can display even your oldest post! dunno the limit though...
01:30 |
mahinaot unta nga dili ko byaan sa akong pinakapalangga. matod pa sa akong mga amigo dadto sa cagayan de oro og sa bukid, dyosnon og makatao daw ko. na hala, unsaon ana pagkatinood nga dili man gani ko gasimba? paskang pagkalami sa kinabuhi... ganahan ko maglolo, saon lugar pagkadyosnon ana? makatao? lechugas nga mga tao ngyawa... "ronvalz is a computer geek" << mo na. mo na ang pasabot ni artcas sa akong yearbook. way ayo nga quote ngyate. na hala katulgon na sab ko. utro nasad kog attempt to FUCK the sheets!
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01:22 |
it's freakin several minutes past the hour of one. i can't sleep.
too much stuff going on in my mind--including social, personal, family and work.
social... i don't socialize out that much... and everytime i try to socialize, i'm afraid and hesitant. it seems that i'm too much of a wreak right now... soo... i go home.
personal... i think my dick is such a nice thing. it gives me some sort of temporary relief of my daily monotonous problem.
family... i think they think that me and tep are married.
work... fucking accounts can kill me.
3/8/05 06:48 |
hear me
heed me
kill me
for all the nonsense i've been doing
hate me
love me
torture me
for all the stupidity i've done
waste me
kick me
heal me
for all the pain i'm through
3/7/05 06:55 |
last night i dreamed about my grandmother.
she asked me "kelan kayo magpapakasal?" (when are you getting married?).
06:49 |
i was really tired last night...
i got home from hanging out with tep, we had an early dinner.
i installed two new network cables for joey's pc and mom's pc. although kuy joey offered help (i had him drill holes and put the wires in place), i was still left with most of the work. i started working with the wires by climbing up my attic. with a hole already in place in the wall (from the two other network cables going to john's room and rosalynne's room), i push through the two cables, while kuya joey bore a hole in the wall by the kitchen.
i went to the attic of the house through the bathroom. i literally crawled up there while the heat left from the day still stuck. i was profusely sweating while dust and dirt gather up my sweat pants and white shirt. after crawling for nearly half an hour, i was able to push the wire through.
i installed a new network card on my mom's computer, and installed the cable to kuya joey and sheila's computer. kuya joey and sheila's pc joined the network in a breeze.
it took me two hours of trying to figure out what was wrong with mama's pc. it sucks, cause the settings are the same for each pc, and somehow, it wasn't working out for her.
i gave up.
i think i cranked too much brain power there and was dead tired after.