2/28/06 23:30 |
somebody won the megamillions. =( and it wasn't us.
huhuhu
anyway, madonna's going to the dance tent in coachella. how awesome!!
$250mil 2/25/06 09:08 |
woohooo...
i got a dead phone last thursday...
and yesterday i forgot my phone.
bwahahaha
anyhoo, to immitate teray's blog:
the things i would want to do with MY money:
- invest invest invest, let the money grow first!!!
- play in the stock market
- get my family here. =(
- buy rental property
- get married
- pay off any outstanding debts
- go to school fucking full time
- have tep enroll for masters
- take a two month vacation around the continental us.
- go to europe after graduation
2/22/06 15:05 |
things i remembered... a little. haha.
i used to wear my dad's college graduation ring when i was in grade school. i wore it for a good 2 or 3 years. i returned it to my dad when i moved to cagayan de oro back in 1993.
i used to play pocket ball of fire. Yes, it's a real fire ball... in my pocket. what i do is press on the lighter fluid for a great deal of time. then ignite it. It would create the same sound as a big fireball... and all the hairs in my hand would be gone.
we used to smoke in our second year highschool classroom and acted as if it was illegal substance (well, smoking is illegal in highschool). I opted to smoke mild sevens instead of their marlboro lights menthol (yuck).
we used to party a lot in picasso in divisoria to the point that we were able to take over the stage where gel sang. at one point, i saw hearty singing on stage... but then again, she doesn't remember me anyway.
there was an occassion wherein me and my cousin spent our last money on tanduay.... and forgot that we have not eaten breakfast, lunch or dinner. an eight through the bottle, we ended up throwing up and passing out.
during the summer of 96, my cousin and i spent almost an entire day riding our motorcycles, trekking the ranchland and discovering "tambayan" places along kalasungay. it was a journey through mud, rivers, and really high grass... we didn't have helmet either... nor long pants... we were wearing shorts and shirts. by the time i went home, my arms and legs was full of cuts from sharp wild leaves.
at one point during the summer of 95. my cousin and i went to a very remote baranggay east of malaybalay (i forgot the name!!!)... we drove for a good hour through dirt road and slippery muddy surfaces, we reached a river bank (i forgot the name of the river, but it was supposed to be connected to dila falls). it was waist deep, but we manage to have my motorcycle cross through it. we smoked... then went home.
there was an invitation from certain kagay-anons for a war (game) of paint ball. we took the offer. before the game, we the malaybalay team was proudly displaying our non-uniformed team (the Kagay-anons looks like they were in the military... complete with camo, etc). we were dubbed the rebels, and with that, we smoked and acted retarded by being "hilas." haha. we lost. haha. Our team play was fucked up since i was sent to the front line (on the games that we had, i was always last resort/sniper).. since i always have the long range/powerful gun (at 900 psi. US maximum is at 150psi, kagay-anons had 300psi guns, all other guns that we have are at 600psi). lol, there were no regulations on that though. also, we were carrying paint ball guns that looked like real guns... imagine we were driving around malaybalay with the guns on our shoulders.
we used to eat guavas with really spicy anchovies on our living room rooftop... even though the rooftop was made of sheet metal--not for stepping into.
my sister had a three foot doll... and it scares everyone, especially visitors who sees it by the staircase at night.
What Type of Flirt Are You? - Men 2/20/06 22:28 |
Ron, you're a Subtle!
Were you just winking at us? We couldn't quite tell... In fact, we think it's pretty safe to say that you're a Subtle Flirt — you're a master of the flirting game. You know how to attract attention from anyone, any time. A quick smile, a little game of look-away-and-look-back-again — before long you have the object of your affection wrapped around your little finger. One of the best things about your approach is that it's discreet. You can always act innocent if something gets taken out of context or misunderstood. Just make sure you're not too subtle, or you may end up playing the game all by yourself.
What Type of Flirt Are You? - Men
What Type of Flirt Are You? - Women's Version
2/18/06 14:15 |
just a quick post.
my brother KJ made me an impromptu IT tech guy in installing copiers to the network. i'm only left with our network and the copier. no drivers, no manuals... nothing.
my knowledge is limited to shared printers, i have yet to discover and learn installation of network print servers such as the one set up in his pittney boles (sp?) copier.
crappy life.
2/16/06 10:14 |
i need a new password. my passwords right now are everywhere, my current password is 9 characters, allstate has 8 characters maximum.
god i hate their standards diversity.
2/11/06 11:33 |
i need more memory.
i need more video memory.
i need more hard drive.
i need a bigger monitor.
i need a faster processor.
shit.
i think if i'm better off building from scratch than spend too much money on the memory of my current PC. i did a quick search on ebay, i'll probably go for a bare system and start the upgrades from there. the question is, how much big of a difference?
2/9/06 19:46 |
just talked to joy b today. interesting person, she's the only one i know that calls me a brat for teasing her and stuff. it's nice to hear from people again. she was telling me about her enjoying her single life (yeah, i'm chika). she also scolded me for talking on the phone while driving. haha. such a sweet friend.
on other stories, the 605 probably has an accident. it was unusually heavy traffic at this hour. oh well.
i am just so fucking frustrated with work. god knows how long i can stay patient with the things going on there. oh well...
11:33 |
was surfing around the web the other night and i came across what they call as "erotic art." those were really lovely photos, and it captures the innocence of beauty and the beauty of innocence. the photographers are really good... to my standards anyway. however, i do believe that perverts out there will find this more like a type of p0rn than a type of art. one of these days i want to take photos like those. if only i have a good camera and a willing model to pose nude (i dunno if steph will allow me to take photos of other women though, but that my friend is another story).
art is beauty right? yeah, i thought to myself that if i can make peace with the delighted face of steph by helping her decorate her room (mind you, i suck at crafts, but at least I can make do with Nene Thomas', Amy Brown's, and Jessica Galbreth's room stuffers). i remember my sister's delight when i bought her a cheap eeyore stuffed toy from disney, from my first paycheck ever. up at this point, she doesn't want to give it away. i think it was around $9.99, but at that time, that was so freakin expensive for the income i was getting. anyway, i think i am better in coordinating surprises than actually being able to surprise.
lol. raziel will have a tough time with her daughter should she decide to leave her with us. bwahaha. there are three uncles that will spoil her, plus the significant others of those uncles. to add more, there are the grandparents (my parents) and the auntie (who in the first place taught her make-up and all girly stuff). in terms of spoiling someone, i am not alone. bwahaha.
2/7/06 07:14 |
lol.
as i was leaving work the other day, a coworker waved goodbye and said, "bye charlie! don't frown!" as she laughed hard. i was wearing a brown baseball cap (which i gave to Tep). haha.
Did i looked like charlie brown? shees. haha
2/3/06 16:33 |
strange things...
yesterday, my coworker talked about her nipple piercings. would i be conservative if i got a shocked reaction? she was so graphic with her description (i really don't mind, but I was, really shocked at first). I imagined Tep getting one and chuckled to myself, she probably won't do it. haha. I told Tep the entire story as vivid as I remembered (posted on the uncensored blog). She just laughed.
my psychology professor is funny, he tells everyone that break is 8:30 to 8:45, just before everyone took the break, he says that all will get brand new material right after. he shows back up at the class at 8:55AM, calls roll and tells everyone that he'll see us next week.
i went to tep's right after school, when i got there, i helped her fix their network (ha! 128bit wireless encryption!!) then i looked at her dad's PC, which appears to be in hybernate(i can't seem to take it out of hybernate), what I am afraid of is that all the moving may have fucked up the computer. i went home not knowing if i can fix the pc or not.
when i ate dinner last night, i came across a foreign film on hbo. the story was nice and all. i hoped nudity would be in it, especially that there was one hot chick on it with huge tits (which turns out to be bernal himself), and when i realized that it has to do with gay priests, murder, gay love triangle, gay sex, i already know too much about the story. the movie is bad education (la Mala educación). directed by Pedro Almodóvar, and the main actor was Gael García Bernal (also in Y tu mamá también: 2001). if you're open to gay stuff, i think it's a must see.
i went to bed and woke up with a hard on... i had a strange (spicy!) dream about Tep and my coworker. bwahaha
2/1/06 15:40 |
it's been almost two weeks since i last listened to my car's stereo. i would turn it on for a few minutes and turn it off again. for some strange reason, i am trying to get silence to envelope my space.