tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-192039972024-03-14T00:12:11.090+08:00The Elektrolyte ExperienceMaintaining a complicated life prevents the possibilty of ChangeShadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09923452294410902924noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203997.post-89545141369403426602006-09-22T16:45:00.000+08:002006-11-14T09:38:31.560+08:00Yakulturization 101<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/1600/yakult.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/400/yakult.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Back in the days when its either the magnolia guy that you're waiting for to pass by outside your house on a weekend or the yakult lady dressed up with blue cap and dragging the stroller filled with yakult packs in 5 that you would run to your mom and grab her skirt to go get you one. Those were the days then.<br /><br />A couple of days ago me and my friend dropped by at mini stop just for snacks when we found a whole pack of Yakult on the shelve of the chilled section. We took one just savor it out of novelty. And Damn !@# it still does taste real good.. i could still remember one my sibling drinking it with a poked straw on its top.. while reminiscing the memories at the same time that yakult taste touches my tongue the 6 note melodic tune of its theme keeps playing background of my auidiobiotic thoughts. there was even a time way back in college that i was looking for a yakult ring tone in the days when phones were still monophonic ringers.<br /><br /><br />Me and my friend thought .. man, this stuff's good and it has been there for ages . Why didnt they thought of packaging it in litres or maybe in 500ml bottles. We thought why didnt they .. is there any known side effect of overdosing yourself with yakult..? we asked ourselves... yakult tastes really good and a lot of folks like it .. is it because its healthy or just because of its taste..? we asked ourselves again.<br /><br />Then it occurred to me on what actual benefits we get in drinking this tiny bottle of health bomb.. We all do know that its healthy coz of this Lactobacilli Casei strain that some guy named Minuro Shirota discovered . which eventually helps in maintaining the balance of good bacteria and bad ones in our digestion. Ok we know that's healthy.. but crap ! lactobacilli casei shirota is already in our system ..! That's nothing new to a kid who grew up with medically inclined parents.. My dad took pre med school and worked as an area manager for MJ.. yah..we had endless stock of Enfalac,Enfamil and Enfapro at home when we were kids.. hahaha!@ My Moms a Medical. Tech and took nursing when i was already high school just coz he has nothing to do then.. but what's bothering me is why this lactobasilly has to do with its taste or not..?<br /><br />as dicey would put it: Mmhhh Shirota. You imagine a legion of tiny brave samurai Shirota bacteria that patrol through your body and hack into every sick-making microorganism with their cute but deadly kitanas. "Now demon, I don't want to see your mitochondria near this colon or, by my honour, I shall smite thee with this cute but deadly polyprotein weapon." hahaha...<br /><br />So i got online and began looking for answers.. which only sent me to oblivion and disappointment .. i went to every website of yakult in every known country who had managed to put up big yakult factories. Wow this company has indeed made it global. God !@ they even own a baseball team in Japan.<br /><br />But what i was looking for was not quenched. Every info page in every website they have, in every different country keeps saying the same shit..!@ its healthy, drink it ! its good for you ! . damn..!..<br /><br />But how.? Why? i became more interested in investigating how Dr. Shirota uncovered the strain.. i scrammed every page that has to do with Yakult ..<br /><br /><br />Stumbling upon <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yakult">wikipedia's entry </a>for yakult the last line describes as : Today, Yakult is manufactured and sold in Japan, Asia, Australia, Latin America, and Europe, although its bacteria cultures are still imported from a mother strain in Japan regardless of production location.<br /><br />and Guess what i found next.: <a href="http://cdli.asm.org/cgi/content/full/8/3/593#MaterialsMethods">The Real Deal</a> .<br /><br />No wonder it taste so good... freakin' sh@#! ..They have this huge basin like container in mother Japan that they store Human Fecal waste to rot. where they could extract the bacteria which will be used next to culture it. Damn right it is...<br /><br /><br />Come to think of it .. We Drink a tiny bottle of processed milk with 6bilion of that idy bity something of Lcs strain packed in it. that actually came from sh#@! collected from who knows who from the Japanese population. and distributed worldwide ! How's That ?<br /><br />Damn Bastard Shirota-San you duped us.. !@#$<br />Maybe that's the reason why I'm so calcium deficient<br />i loved yakult more than a carton fresh milk when i was a kid..!<br />No wonder why they dont make Yakult Litro !@#<br />The Japs did it again !@ .. Bakero!<br /><br />And Yes Dicey ; " Yakult ain't shit.. "<br /><br />It's Freakin' Made from Shit !@#<br /><br />Crap ! Me go get clusivol nlang, its cheaper than Yakult..<br /><br /><br />" if health is wealth.. I'm Broke ~ !!.<br /><br /><br /><br />Note : Thanks to Dicey for making my investigation a little lot faster.<br /><br />some of the references :<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yakult">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yakult</a><br /><br /><a href="http://cdli.asm.org/cgi/content/full/8/3/593#MaterialsMethods">http://cdli.asm.org/cgi/content/full/8/3/593#MaterialsMethods</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.yakult.com.au/resources/popups/pop_faqs01.htm">http://www.yakult.com.au/resources/popups/pop_faqs01.htm</a><br /><br /><br />:::::::::::::::::: Spam Chat Version ::::::::::::::::::::<br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Shadow (9/21/2006 4:34:46 PM): Cha u like yakult..?</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Charlene (9/21/2006 4:35:35 PM): oo naman!<br />Charlene (9/21/2006 4:35:36 PM): y?</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Shadow (9/21/2006 4:36:02 PM): didnt you ever wondered why they dont make Yakult litro?<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:36:15 PM): or 500 ml man lang..<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:37:00 PM): yesterday .. pumunta kami rollie mini stop<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:37:07 PM): tas may nakita kaming yakult<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:38:46 PM): out of novelty<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:38:50 PM): bumili kami<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:38:58 PM): remember when we were kids<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:39:40 PM): na these healthy bacteria called lactobacilli really benefits us<br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;">Charlene (9/21/2006 4:40:19 PM): yeah?</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Shadow (9/21/2006 4:40:28 PM): tas sabi ko<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:40:32 PM): pare ansarap no<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:40:56 PM): then i started wondering kung ano talaga yung benefits natin dun<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:41:05 PM): while in the back of my mind<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:41:08 PM): the melodic<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:41:17 PM): yakult tune<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:41:20 PM): was playing<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:41:45 PM): so i made a research sa web<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:42:52 PM): pinuntahan ko talaga yung site of the people who invented it<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:43:21 PM): kinonvert ko pa ung iexplorer ko to unencrypt yung japanese Shadow (9/21/2006 4:43:32 PM): para ma basa kung ano nga<br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;">Charlene (9/21/2006 4:43:48 PM): wahahahahahaha<br />Charlene (9/21/2006 4:43:50 PM): ano ka ba</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Shadow (9/21/2006 4:43:58 PM): dude<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:44:02 PM): i found no<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:44:08 PM): appropriate benefits<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:44:16 PM): and heres the shitty part<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:44:22 PM): when we were kids</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Charlene (9/21/2006 4:44:49 PM): waht tlga</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Shadow (9/21/2006 4:45:31 PM): we keep imagining little samurai called lactobacilli shirota keeps fighting bad bacteria in our tummy</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Shadow (9/21/2006 4:45:51 PM): but here s what i found in my struggle<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:46:23 PM):</span> <span style="color:#3366ff;">http://cdli.asm.org/cgi/content/full/8/3/593#MaterialsMethods<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:46:31 PM): Fuck</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Charlene (9/21/2006 4:46:57 PM): e explain mo nlng</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Shadow (9/21/2006 4:47:15 PM): aside from no actual benefits<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:47:24 PM): their made out of human shit<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:47:41 PM): in a very big basin in japan<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:47:46 PM): to get the bacteria<br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;">Charlene (9/21/2006 4:47:50 PM): putangina di nga?</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Shadow (9/21/2006 4:47:51 PM): needed to be cultured</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Charlene (9/21/2006 4:47:52 PM): ano ba<br />Charlene (9/21/2006 4:48:06 PM): email mo nga yan<br />Charlene (9/21/2006 4:48:07 PM): hehe</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Shadow (9/21/2006 4:48:13 PM): and then put it in the processed milk<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:48:24 PM): fuck you Dr. Shirota<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:48:51 PM): Shirota-San is a piece of crap<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:48:53 PM): kakainis<br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;">Charlene (9/21/2006 4:49:50 PM): shet ayko na magbasa<br />Charlene (9/21/2006 4:49:51 PM): haha<br /></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">Shadow (9/21/2006 4:50:01 PM): id settle for vitamins nalang<br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;">Charlene (9/21/2006 4:50:03 PM): so they get the strain from human intestine?<br />Charlene (9/21/2006 4:50:04 PM): tamaba?</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Shadow (9/21/2006 4:50:07 PM): kahit mahal ang clusivol<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:50:14 PM): may benefits<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:50:16 PM): pa<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:51:10 PM): i cant go screaming to people and keep telling everyone" yakult ain't freakin Shit"<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:51:14 PM): i bloblog ko to<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:51:19 PM): putangina nila<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:51:38 PM): no wonder why they dnt make yakult litro !#$<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:51:44 PM): grrrr banzai !#@!!!.....<br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;">Charlene (9/21/2006 4:51:48 PM): hahahah</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Shadow (9/21/2006 4:51:49 PM): fuckers<br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;">Charlene (9/21/2006 4:51:55 PM): gawin mong email form, tas email mo sken<br />Charlene (9/21/2006 4:51:57 PM): iforward ko<br />Charlene (9/21/2006 4:51:58 PM): haha<br /></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">Shadow (9/21/2006 4:52:01 PM): ayoko</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Charlene (9/21/2006 4:52:02 PM): iblog ko din<br />Charlene (9/21/2006 4:52:03 PM): haha</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Shadow (9/21/2006 4:52:04 PM): nakokopya ako<br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;">Charlene (9/21/2006 4:52:15 PM): ang sarap kaya nun</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Shadow (9/21/2006 4:52:59 PM): sige email ko seo<br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;">Charlene (9/21/2006 4:53:48 PM): ui kelan na ung karaoke escapade nten!?!<br /></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">Shadow (9/21/2006 4:54:01 PM): kelan u like..?</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Charlene (9/21/2006 4:54:32 PM): san ba mura?</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Shadow (9/21/2006 4:55:10 PM): di ko nga alam ehh<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:55:14 PM):<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:55:20 PM): e kelan gusto mo kalaoke<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:55:22 PM): sept 30<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:55:23 PM): I'm scheduled for d ateneo event<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:55:24 PM): Kaptid will be playing<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:55:25 PM): pede nood muna tau<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:55:26 PM): then karaoke<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:55:27 PM): heheh<br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;">Charlene (9/21/2006 4:55:28 PM): ok lang<br />Charlene (9/21/2006 4:55:29 PM): hehe<br />Charlene (9/21/2006 4:55:30 PM): wow kapatid<br />Charlene (9/21/2006 4:55:31 PM): try bringing sandi along din.</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Shadow (9/21/2006 4:55:32 PM): oki<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:55:33 PM): heheh<br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;">Charlene (9/21/2006 4:55:34 PM): hehe<br />Charlene (9/21/2006 4:55:35 PM): bsta pag pwede rin sandi</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Shadow (9/21/2006 4:55:36 PM): sandi busy raw eh<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:55:37 PM): dami chuvalers sa skuul<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:55:38 PM): hahaha<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:55:39 PM): tatapusin lang raw nya yung delivery room requirements</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Charlene (9/21/2006 4:55:40 PM): i know..<br /></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">Shadow (9/21/2006 4:56:07 PM): ey i gotta an idea<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:56:27 PM): i email ko kaya seo chat conversation natin about yakult<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:56:31 PM): para orig an dating<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:56:33 PM): hhehhahahha<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:56:41 PM): tapos i spam natin<br />Shadow (9/21/2006 4:56:42 PM): hahah<br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;">Charlene (9/21/2006 4:57:00 PM): haha sure ba<br />Charlene (9/21/2006 4:57:01 PM): hahahah</span>Shadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09923452294410902924noreply@blogger.com346tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203997.post-80887706968468237632006-06-19T00:00:00.000+08:002007-05-13T13:00:28.672+08:00Filler For Now<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/1600/z1.1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/400/z1.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />I discovered the obscure World Wide Web one boring afternoon in the College library of San Agustin during the time i was not attending to my P.E. class in 1997. My first account on the web was of course an email account Shadow1@hotmail.com, which expired because it wasnt maintained. I also have an account at <a href="http://astroadvice.com/default1.asp">Astroadvice.com </a>since 1998 since nothing was really interesting in the web aside from chatting at MIRC and browsing some porn then. I was one of the staff writting Jojos in Our School Paper and since our school refused to provide Internet Access in the school's publication office. I began looking for a place to write in the web.. <a href="http://pyra.com/">Pyra</a> had the answer.. My original Blog account was <a href="http://enigmma.blogspot.com ">http://enigma.blogspot.com </a>i wrote about something like 23 entries and then i stopped.. It was dormant for years since i was too busy messing up my life with who knows who and who knows where. I moved to the Capital City got a Job worked for the Largest Computer manufacturer to date and finally had some worthless time again to spend . So i began writting in <a href="http://lighscatter.livejournal.com/846.html">Livejournal</a> and transferred to <a href="http://multiply.com/">Multiply</a> .. which i became one of its first users.. My earliest Blogs dates August of 2004 which Multiply was just making its way after being launched 8 months before. I stopped Blogging July of 2005. received several Hate mails and notifications on when im gonna be blogging again. I never had time since then even to look for the Blog Fillers that i wrote for months to fill in the gap in my Multiply account since it was stored in my Ipod Video of which was totally formatted since my friend used it to transport files off to the U.S. and back.. too bad.. After resigning from my previous company and too many social and psuedopersonal affairs to scam with. one boring afternoon as was left with nothing interesting to do. i googled my Real name over the Web. and Damn.. the inevitable happened .. there was a search result of my real name appearing on a friends' Blog site .. thanking me for photo credits.. After Shadowing your real name. Insulting people over the web. ruining sales and marketing S@*t of several companies and brand names.. My real name Popped up from a blogspot account.. It suddenly occured to me that i may have a Blooger account .. im pretty sure of it.. I tried every email account i had . it worked.. Coz since then i only used one password for all my accounts online.. and its failsafe.. much to my surprise it was still there. but upon re logging in my original Url name was Bonkered since Blogger has this policy and i would have to rename it. the Multiply Blogs were FTPed to this site and will soon be constantly updated. 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Shadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09923452294410902924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203997.post-61239689619539772332005-11-14T02:22:00.000+08:002006-11-15T15:45:26.194+08:00Disclaimer<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Disclaimer</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Any Content, views, graphical objections, opinions and nonsense expressed on this site are solely those of the author and do not necessarily represent those whom he may have mentioned or any group or individual he may or may not have association with. 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May 10<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/1600/kkk.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/400/kkk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />After the bashed trip <br />from the little island,<br />Me and the rest of the wrecking crew<br />were scheduled for some out-of-town Cruise.<br />as soon as the team decided on the definite <br />destination for us to boot out..<br />as for the rest of us was still unsure where.<br />we finally planned out for Batangas..<br />Just another Beach overnight .. i said..<br />but this time im with my own Team.<br /><br /><br />Two days before the trip <br />i emptied out my lockers <br />and headed for the Laundry Shop<br />i Surveyed out and ended up in the mall<br />and found a shop called Fabricare.<br />i emptied out the bag .. <br />and i remembered something..<br />i told the attendant to wait,<br />and i went shopping for new clothes..<br /><br />i changed clothes in the Malls Washroom<br />and went back to the LaundryShop.<br />The attendant stared with avid wonder.<br />She probably thought i was nuts.<br />and my clothes was for pick up the next day.<br />fine enough...<br /><br />Im enrolled in Fitness First <br />as it was just within the building where i work.<br />i seldom work out and spent most of the time <br />sitting on the bike and watch TV shows,<br />and sometimes just pass out on the bike.<br />The steam bath is what i really enjoy in health clubs.<br />and of course ... the babes..hahaha<br />Most of the time, i only went in to have a bath,<br />and go straight ahead to work ..after my meal<br />at the building's groundfloor restos and aristocarts<br />just along vicinity outside the building.<br />And if feel i need a little nap ..The quarters it is.<br /><br /> <br /><br />I am virtually living within the building,<br />at this point... hahahhah<br />Convenience is the mother of Laziness..<br />in essence... hah.<br /><br /><br />It was 5am when i met Mark<br />outside the building lobby..<br />he didnt go to work the day before.<br />and now were off to Bat and he's here.<br />The rest of the guys were still upstairs.<br /><br />were leaving town in 3 separate cars.<br />Convoy Getaway krenk we are.<br /><br />As we are preparing to pack up<br />for the trip downstairs .. <br />A surprise was on its way..<br />My team recieved Corrective Action <br />sanctions from our Supervisor...<br />and i mean all of us...<br /><br />and going back to Singapore <br />for good or just for another vacation<br />was the first thing that went into my mind.<br />what a Plush of a situation.<br />penance party.. hahah.<br /><br /><br />Being monitored by people from another team,<br />is just funny to me ... for whatever subdued reason<br />they have .. they can keep it to themselves..<br />i can only think they may have felt Threatened in some way<br />that some people might get in the way of their plans.<br />Or simply just making themselves appear cute to <br />the people in the Upper Management.<br /><br />If i am to ask myself ...<br />it was ages ago that i have lost taste in<br />achieving promotion in this Company from the day<br />i started working here and seeing <br />some dorks went ahead of me.. in promotion.<br />instead i seeked out interest in other things.<br />and i still enjoyed my work...<br />So let them Crab my leg back in the basket as<br />their efforts are being spent on the wrong guy <br />hahaha.<br /><br />even if im gonna be offered a promotion<br />at this very moment .. i dunno how i will take it.<br />i will most likely to decline it anyway.<br /><br />The very thing i hate about competition<br />is that i know how and always win ..<br />if i want to...<br /><br />but it always and really pays <br />to appear stupid and just act dumb;<br />and pretend you dont know a thing..:<br />you are no threat to anybody or anything.<br />nobody will even notice you.. hahhah<br />And you can still enjoy your world,<br /><br />The world other people will never have..<br /><br />Now call me Crazy.. i'll call those people <br />Corpocrats.. Some word i invented..<br />if Governments have Bureaucrats.<br />This is their equivalent...<br />somewhat synonymous to leeches you'd find <br />in any other company. hehehe<br /><br />In fact they're far beyond my decent idea<br />of an intelligent being as they project <br />themselves to be... what a pity.. hahahha<br /><br />Now, what is being intelligent anyway?<br /><br />Whether you are smart or stupid<br />your thought processes are limited <br />by your language and experience, or the symbols <br />you have associated with your history. <br />None of which have any value <br />beyond the value given to them. <br /><br />The smarter you are, or the more you take in <br />and analyze and associate with previous analysis, <br />the more you are filled with subjective constructs <br />based on nothing but what you make up, <br />or have agreed to believe what someone else made up. <br />This makes things seem empty and valueless <br />whenever you stop and try and take it in <br />and associate a meaningful feeling like success or <br />love to the variables within day to day life <br />or your overall perception of life. <br />That's nothing..<br /><br />There have been many brilliant people <br />that have shown no sign of insanity, <br />and there are plenty of legitimately insane people <br />who do not or cannot demonstrate any high level <br />of intelligence. <br /><br />Besides, some of the most brilliant people <br />I have ever met were definitely borderline. <br />One guy I knew talked to Ornaments. <br />Not just mumbling or making odd comments, <br />I mean having deep conversations with the Vase<br />he designed.. that was weird.<br /><br />The mind is a vast and tumbled plane...<br /><br />Stooping Shit with ..<br />would be an insult to my significance.<br />So why care about the mud they kept throwing.<br />or should i care.. ?<br /><br />Perhaps that's the thing we consider insane, <br />simply not being part of the world around you. <br />This could be as small as being a little airheaded , <br />or as big as not being able to talk to people because <br />you can't hear them over the roaring in your own head. <br />So if that's the case, <br />then it does correlate with <br />intelligence as the cab survey suggests: <br />smarter people are too busy thinking of other things <br />to be fully in the moment.<br /><br /><br />So elementary . . .<br />will it be even worth the pogi points <br />their team is apting for ? hehehe<br /><br /><br />im just amazed...<br /><br />I was once told :;<br />That 95 percent of the people in the world <br />are Asleep and the rest 5 percent remain <br />in constant Amazement..<br /> <br /><br />And Crap ...<br /><br />A trip to the beach would be refereshing... <br /><br />as kurt said once ; <br /><br />"id rather be hated for who i am, than loved for who im` not..."Shadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09923452294410902924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203997.post-27825522256490540672005-06-09T13:22:00.000+08:002006-11-12T13:38:45.077+08:00dear journal... Feb 6 - April 30<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/1600/baywalk.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/400/baywalk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/1600/13.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/400/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />4:30<br />Boredome is my snack.<br />I can hardly recall anymore <br />the succession of events and how they came about.<br /><br />February started easy ..<br />Grace and i frequented Dencios Makati<br />since we leave work just about the same time<br />Jt joins us from time to time..<br />it has been a long time since we 3 hooked up <br />together.. Its quite convenient anyway for them<br />since they just live in a nearby building.<br /><br />Grace was finally lured by us to hit Xaymaca. <br />As they were with some of her old friends.<br />And so on.<br /><br />At the same time My brother was creating chaos<br />in the apartment where i was staying ...<br /><br />We had our mornings at Dencios every other day.<br />they had their breakfast i had my beer.<br />just for me to dart to sleep when i get home.<br />and be free of the fuzz my brother was skeeking<br />it didn't take long when the building administrator<br />gave me a warning as my brother was constantly <br />making trouble in the apartment with some tenants.<br /><br />I thought twice of throwing him out though..<br />thinkin it would be so .. unMe..<br /><br />instead I constantly held Barbecue Parties <br />in the apartment terrace .. <br />Morris was always around anyway <br />my Musician next door neighbor <br />in the form of an annoyance.<br /><br />At these times i was intermittently <br />experiencing the paranoia i was having years ago.<br />they came back like a cold shower after waking<br />from a deep sleep ... enchanted dreamdom..<br />i still have no words to describe it ...<br />Staying drunk was always the escape route.<br />perhaps my twin would know somehow exactly <br />what it is.<br /><br />To perfect the escape i went out with friends<br />Randomly partying and hanging out : <br />I was lucky to have known them, as they had entertained me<br />or the other way around ...<br />Rollie, Ivy, Xiao and the rest of the pack <br />as i was always their very own adaptech Guest..<br />and im the one who always passes out first ..<br />being the beer funnel i am .<br /><br />There was even a time the gang had a jeepney <br />joyride experience by the baywalk.. <br />Too drunk i was, that not 1 message on my phone <br />got answered. it was 3am when the only message <br />i could respond to was Jt and Heidi's ...<br /><br /><br />I have to meet up with them at Temple Bar.<br />Jt was already cursing on the phone..<br />I got out of the Zel's car and went straight ahead<br />to change clothes in the apartment ...<br />As i was on my way down .. <br />The Japayukis were on their way up ... <br />Jessa was drunk and kept touching my face..<br />i went ahead anyway...<br /><br />Temple was about to close ..Luckily <br />i still made it .. and found them there.<br />How i miss Heidi .. hahaha..<br />The Guys were hungry .. So we went straight ahead <br />From Makati to Malate...<br />After a Loaded Meal at Aristocrat by the Bay.<br />We went out to grab some smoke from 711<br />along with my favorite Strawberry Pocky.<br />It was Palm Sunday morning ... <br /><br />Jt told me and Heidi that she wanted to witness<br />Sunrise by the Bay... I told and remind her that<br />its Sunset that people come see at the Manila Bay.<br />Our first one of the Palm Sunday Bloopers.<br /><br />We where hunting a place to party still.<br />we have scouted almost all of malate..<br />and our stroll brought us to a Bar called Dematisse.<br />as they appear to be the only bar still pumping <br />with wild energy at that time ... <br />I cant forget the waitress' name : Charmie.<br /><br />Me and Heidi drank and it was still not enough ...<br />the bar closed down at 6:30 .. <br />i was still up for a karaoke attack.<br />We hunted down the whole of malate .no go.<br />we ended up in jupiter makati.. all closed .<br />except DIGI cafe ... We had a table <br />by then Jt realized she left her cell phone<br />on the cab.. we had to bargain some things...<br />for the cab to come back. he did..<br />i told him it was a long time i was looking <br />for person with his virtue ... i still feel <br />he deserves that kind of gesture from me ..<br />at that exact instance...<br />So i told him not worry...My Dad`s a congressman.<br />some people just dint have enuf a sense of humor.<br />hahaha...<br /><br />We offered to payoff the cab his whole boundary<br />we ordered him breakfast and had him join us <br />for karaoke ... and so we go .. Party on.<br />Low on energy i still feel drinking so as Heidi<br />We left the place .. and ended up at Shell Maya.<br /><br />And finally we had to split : around 4pm.<br />The Taxi driver i just hopped in was listening <br />to the radio : Eric Morales won the Boxing fight <br />with Manny Pacqiao , I knew it.. <br />Pacqiao was the favorite: i won 4 Grand on my bet .. <br />just in time when my funds were about to run out.<br /><br />The Next day...<br />I woke up with a Super High Fever Hang-Over.<br />I rang and texted Heidi just before boredom hits<br />She was still in Jt and Grace's Place with Pao.<br />and minutes after that . i got a call from the bank <br />telling me My New Credit card was ready for Pick up<br />Scratching time it was. So i got up and wore my favorite <br />BAck to The Future Shirt.<br />One Dry Monday Morning . . .<br /><br />So we decided to meet up at Dencios . Again.<br />This time we had a Brunch with Angel, as Grace <br />brought her along ... I finished A liter of H20.<br />After the meal we flew to Greenbelt and went looking <br />for a place to cool down and Hang Out...<br />Red Box was it ::: its only 12:00, they open at 1:30<br />So we went downstairs and had some smoke and juice at Cascada <br />:: God ! Cigarettes there were twice the price.<br /> <br />KAraoke to Death with Jt, Heidi and Pao fills.<br />Ka Pao was a Vegetarian Rock and Roller wahha!<br />After the stint .. We went on to walk and stroll <br />the Makati streets and as Pao and me ended up on Gweillos<br />We lost track to Jt and Heidi : We had to look for them .<br />They were already in the apartment when we made made contact.<br />So we waited while i was drinking some booze from the bar with Pao When <br /><br />they arrived Jt finally suggested to go Xaymaca : so we go .<br />When we got off the Taxi. I realized that i dropped my Pouch on the cab.<br />Just as i was about to call to report the loss : The Cab came back.<br />This is really weird ... <br /><br />We got in and got some drinks <br />Just as fun was about to brew . the waitress told us<br />that they dint happen to accept cards as we were out of cash.<br />even the ATM machine gave up on me :: No shit .<br />Jt was already damn pissed and so as everybody else.<br />I always react oppositely to things as i was once told.<br />but around this time i was allowed to consume mood absorb.<br />As things may appear to be clear, they are clouded with retention spells.<br />Some say in every Crisis there's an Opportunity that simply awaits.<br />Or is it the other way around ?.. <br /><br />So i spoke to the manager and made arrangements <br />for me to pay everything we had the next day .<br />Destiny's Accountant was billing us early.<br />Im` getting used to it.<br /><br /><br />A few days passed . .<br />I finally moved out of the apartment .<br />I guess that was the definite choice to make <br />Even before i was already hunting for a place hum<br />it didn't take long before i could find someone to pad with.<br />Transition was nothing new to me..<br />But the whole idea of staying with Raz in her Citiland Condo<br />was shortlived after her cousin from Cebu came by.<br /><br />Hazalle is a modern day version of Joan of Art<br />She likes to draw a lot .. ultra talented in many ways.<br />Seldom i would meet Librans with such refined artistry.<br />sometimes even the food she has on her plate suddenly turns <br />into a subject just waiting to be displayed in a gallery.<br />for three days we hanged out most of the time in her QC apt.<br />all we did was eat delivered fastfood and drink most of the time.<br />Too bad she's always tied up with her perthing job.<br />As to most of us ... Accelimansia.. and i was back to work.<br /><br />I finally decided to get to meet Irene<br />although we knew each other for almost a year now.<br />we never got a chance to hook up..<br />I was bumming around in the office building<br />where i spent nothing but playing Tekken5 right next <br />to the big glass window that overlooks the wide parking space down.<br />Irene works for the country's leading Fearless Newspaper<br />She does feature stuff .. although she hasn't told me that <br />I figured that one out long ago.<br /><br />11pm was the take off time <br />She picked Blue Room at Malate since she lives there nearby<br />She told me they'dd be soon having some tour in India<br />dunno exactly when it would be .. Told me some of her action-packed<br />on the job experiences .. Bomb Blasts and stuff.<br />and also her nephew named Weiland.<br />The Mini Acquaintance party went well. <br />Great meeting you Irene ..<br /> <br />BAck in the Office scene ..<br />Every morning was spent in Allegro Cafe<br />Drinking Beer with Ann, Jona, Harley and Mon<br />We became regular Bar and Cafe guests having Beer bursts at Sun up.<br />One occasion we got invited by Christian to his Condo unit <br />Chris is an American who grew up in Utah .<br />He works for another company though.<br />We had a drink as the guys were on a Druppy.<br />It was about 1 and i almost forgot <br />it was my Cousins Wedding and Im suppose to eMCee at the party.<br />I did not even make it to the reception.<br /><br />The next day came .. April's last..<br />I had to pack things up as i was on an invite<br />To hit Puerto Galera .. by my Adopted friends...<br />6am i have to be on the Van with my ready stuff..<br /><br /><br />And Puerto Galera awaited ...Shadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09923452294410902924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203997.post-62919035300809006102005-06-09T03:02:00.001+08:002006-11-12T14:00:00.918+08:00dear journal... April 31 - May 10<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/1600/177.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/400/177.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/1600/279.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/400/279.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/1600/57.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/400/57.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Puerto Galera it was.<br />Seeing people wearing Puerto Galera Shirts,<br />peeling photos of bikini babes by the beach <br />and other stories about people's adventure there<br />was somehow streamed up in my mind that im in for some<br />unforgettable getaway upon reaching Puerto Galera.<br /><br />Of course i haven't been there yet.<br />i guess i was so lambastedly excited about the trip.<br /><br /><br />I spent the night playing Tekken5<br />awaiting for dawn to come for us to pack up<br />Rollie and the gang were perked up for the trip.<br />Glenn and Patrick were already about to kick off .<br />along with Jesse who brought along his military issue Binoculars <br />which for some reason thoughts keep playing in my mind that<br />somehow it would serve some purpose yet to be thought of<br />while we are on the island beach ... <br /><br /><br />The Van was already parked <br />the Van's A/C freon was smelling awful inside.<br />We had some delay leaving due to color coding shit.<br />i always had the best seat inside that Van ..<br />it takes simple basic knowledge about Astronomy<br />and Global Positioning for you to know where the Sun<br />would hit when your headed to a destination ..<br />just making sure yer window view in the transport isnt<br />Sunstricken along your way of getting there.. haha<br /><br />It was almost 10 when we reached the last town<br />and waited for half an hour before we boarded.<br /><br />The ferry trip was obnoxious itself<br />thats according to my Tourism Standards.<br />in the middle of the trip the ferry boat engine <br />died off at one point .. I told Rollie jokingly <br />to take the Bible out of his bag so i could begin..<br />of course everybody heard it and laugh .. <br />i dunno about the White Tourists who were also there.<br /><br />In reaching the island ..<br />i was hell disappointed .<br /><br />First there was a Resort called White Beach.<br />then.. there is no sign of White Sand in the beach.<br />they were ordinary beach shore sand and not white ..!<br />but thats ok.. lets see what else they could offer..i thought<br /><br />So we finally got a room.<br />Food ? they all serve the same menu and prices.<br />they all taste the same as well .. <br />bland Kebab..( whoever started serving that there )<br /><br /><br />well, i finally got it.<br />Puerto Galera is one strip of beach <br />about a kilometer long ...<br />where people go to spend extra money and tell<br />Thier friends they had been there ...<br />along with Thier so-called unforgettable stories<br />and experiences there .. whatever.<br /><br />two days more to go in the beach <br />and im already coming up with ideas how to have fun there.<br />i slept the whole afternoon.. and when nightfall came <br />the guys were back after having fun bathing at the beach.<br />im not new to it anyway, since i grew up in place were people <br />spend more time eating alongside the beach than diving and floating.<br />Considering the beaches were better from where i came from.<br /><br />i guess they were pretty tired when they came back .<br />i was left with Patrick and Cris to drink along with<br />i had managed to tag them along to a bar and got some booze.<br />with my translucent lensed eyes we panged along the Bar <br />looking for some action.. <br /><br />The guys soon came by .. <br />we ate along the beach a Bar resto called Tipsy** <br />the guys soon went stargazing along the beach..<br />and i was still packed for action.. <br /><br />it was only Patrick who came with me <br />in my desperate venture in re-discovering the island<br />of its unnatural resource if theres any ?<br /><br />we scouted every bar there is <br />and went on back to the room..<br />a few moments i went back out..<br />then i met Lany . <br />She also having a Breakoff<br />as everyone else from out of town was. <br />Of course we talked sense<br />before nonsense stuff kicks in. haha<br />and then....... thats it.<br /><br />She left the next day<br />as she said she was.. <br /><br />The next day came ..<br />i wonder what action awaits.<br />Me and Rollie planned on taking photos at Dusk Morning.<br />guess i was too drunk the night before and missed it.<br /><br /><br />As what we were scheduled to do..<br />Snorkeling was the activity of the day.<br />This.. i am excited about.<br />We rented a whole Snorkeling Boat with gears.<br /><br />At last Puerto was worth it.<br />We brought along Underwater cams<br />Lucky we were with our very own inspector gadget <br />Rollie talllaahhuuuhhuu. haha<br /><br />Corals are Vibrant enough to be appreciated <br />when the Spilt water is Clear.<br />That day it was.. and fish feeding was a Buffet.<br /><br />as we were enjoying our time there .<br />another one of the Snorkeling rent boats <br />anchored right besides us .. this time with load <br />of Japanese tourists .. most of them dove without vests. <br />and the day was a frill thrill.<br />Nature finally touched me.<br /><br /><br />Back to the Base<br />another night of poundless drinking again for me.<br />i thought so.. walkathon again with Patrick.<br />the long walk sent us to the farthest tip of the beach<br />Then i discovered COCO AROMA..<br />the ambiance was like that of Boracay.<br />had a bonfire straight in front of the bar.<br />and they are the only bar i think that accepts credit cards.<br /><br />So we called up the guys and told everybody <br />this time its my treat .. i carded it though.<br />The bar plays songs of SADE and Bob Marley<br />unlike those repetitive dance songs they play<br />in the beach front bars that gay bar attendants<br />danced with to attract customers. <br />too bad Amy left late afternoon.<br /><br />i guess Coco Aroma <br />was able to make up for my disappointment.<br />but not entirely .. my expectations of the place<br />was still ruined in my thought.<br />by suggestion i would still pick Boracay.<br /><br />Back in the City<br />Shai,Grace and i were Starbucking talking about it..<br />they said that if your from the Big C<br />you should try first Puerto Galera before going to Boracay<br />Too bad i had it the other way around ..<br />for sure that caused the disappointment..<br />i miss Boracay .. over my favorite Mocha Valencia.<br /><br />Robert Fulghum quoted once:<br />"The world does not need tourists who ride <br />by in a bus clucking their tongues. <br />The world as it is needs those who <br />will love it enough to change it, <br />with what they have, where they are. "<br /><br />And i know where i was .. and had been.<br /><br />Cant wait for the next trip.Shadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09923452294410902924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203997.post-68449241681025205332005-02-06T08:20:00.000+08:002006-11-12T13:17:08.208+08:00dear journal... Jan 30 - Feb 6<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/1600/100_2189.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/400/100_2189.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/1600/100_2185.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/400/100_2185.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />After the long wait<br />at last i had the chance to take<br />a day off to cleanse and feast<br />someplace somewhere.. anywhere<br /><br />saturday was it <br />I asked Grace out with me<br />along with our Company Nurse<br />she was also invited by NJ <br />NJ is the kind who would frequent <br />high society gatherings... <br /><br />NJ is one attractive lady<br />that you wouldnt expect to suddenly <br />go nuts and crazy when around with friends.<br /><br />There was a Time when they went<br />to Tagaytay and as they were eating..<br />A Family of musicians turned to visit <br />their table to play music with Classic <br />and ethnic instruments... <br />They danced along with it..<br /><br />and when asked what song they like<br />She requested R.Kelly's Ignition..<br />The Old Guy asked: whats that?<br />hahahhaha <br /><br />right after she was featured <br />in some local magazine..<br />She resigned from her Job <br />and pursued a career in publication<br />product ad placement PR person.<br />Cool..<br /><br />The last time we met was <br />at Grace's Birthday<br />At some Bar in Makati, <br />along with Paul The cool American dude<br />and Deante our Hip Jamaican friend.<br /><br />And Talking about Jamaica..<br />Lets go back to my Day off getaway..<br /><br />Yes, Saturday the fifth..<br /><br />Bob Marley should be celebrating <br />his 60th birthday..<br />Rollie invited me to Xaymaca<br />he is a regular at this Bar in Q city<br />the Premier spot for local reggae acts<br />and rastafarians posiuers and not..<br /><br />Me and Rollie converged at around 10<br />the place was packed..<br />foreigners and locals..<br />dreadlocked hairs and some Koreans<br />the second floor was polluted with Pot smoke<br />Tempting .. as some groupies were in a session<br /><br />Rollie introduced me to the headwaitress<br />and the bouncer. Too bad we werent able <br />to bring the V-Cams to chronolog the event<br /><br />The first band was fine and rumpy<br />but not until a band called Milagros Dancehall<br />took the queue .. These guys are crazy<br />and after they played their own tracks <br />i was surprised to hear them<br />playing covers of Chaka Demus and Pliers<br />Tease me and Murder she wrote <br />which i havent heard for a long time...<br /><br />when the last band was playing Myra Ruaro<br />appeared on stage out of nowhere..<br />that time i told Rollie im going to disappear..<br />i went to the washroom at the next floor <br />when i came out a girl outside<br />was waiting for her turn to go in..<br /><br />she asked if i had a light ..<br />"Do you come here a lot?"<br />those type of questions, hahahaha<br />She said she was with friends ...<br />"wanna have some fresh air?" those stuff..<br />we had a small talk at the parking lot<br />This Karen Mok lookalike is one smart girl<br />and i asked her if she wanna eat somewhere<br />and for sure you know whats next.<br /><br />these stories should find its way<br />to the pages of FHM magazine..<br />Step Aside El Gimikero hahaha<br /><br />But lets give it to fiction...<br />My kids might read this in the future..<br /><br />anyway i guess it was worth <br />having a day off at last...<br /><br /><br /><br />and Oh..<br /><br />Happy Birthday Bob !<br /><br />i enjoyed your party !!!Shadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09923452294410902924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203997.post-84386894639430641812005-01-29T12:35:00.000+08:002006-11-12T12:25:18.199+08:00dear journal... Dec 27 - Jan 30<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/1600/blindsnamin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/400/blindsnamin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I finally moved up to the Fifth floor <br />still adjusting to the tiring ladder<br />I would have to hop about 300 steps up<br />just to get to my unit.<br /><br />Mom got to a flight for the southern city<br />during the time i was transferring <br />she had to accompany my gandma and <br />our Evil Aunt from Europe ..<br />another close relative of ours died.<br /><br />just last weekend was spent with friends<br />nightswimming in some private pool<br />a place called Pansol Laguna..<br />Too much for Me and Mia's secret world.<br /><br />By the time i got home,<br />a guy was playing a guitar sitting <br />on my bench straight outside my door.<br />Just discovered my next door neighbor<br />to be a musician for a band, <br />just like me before.. <br />to my surprise we did also share<br />the same influences and taste of artists<br />which he never had with his bandmates <br />so we drank the whole night playing <br />Smashing Pumpkins and old Duncan Sheik songs <br />hope Fab was here...<br /><br />I like my job <br />when most of my officemates are sick of it<br />some even have quiet talks of resigning <br />and moving to another office with a higher pay<br />I'm probably the most dedicated person <br />in my department as far as Im aware of..<br />but still do keep very low profile.. <br />avoiding attention..<br /><br />even when commended by customers calling in<br />personally requesting for a supervisor <br />I still refuse and told them nobody is still around..<br />when most people are dying for these sort of things <br />to get them promoted ... would be quite a break<br />But i know myself better...<br />and have my own standards in judging myself.. <br />helping out people who doesnt know shit,<br />is already rewarding enough..<br /><br />I go in the office everyday ..<br />acting just like another average employee<br />saying hi and hello to this and that,<br />without my officemates not even knowing <br />the other side my life is fancy for me..<br />they just know me as their regular officemate,<br />i guess ... thats all they need to know ...<br />i dont even know if some officemates of mine <br />knew i have these multipy logs...<br />well i guess ill just keep it that way..<br /><br /><br /><br />Just before the break of the year <br />I called almost all of my friends,<br />just to greet and check if they're ok.<br />They were.. I think..<br /><br />I finally had a talk with Ross,<br />that for most of the time her phone's off<br />I'm really happy for her..<br />for discovering the joys <br />of being in a relationship.<br />Go Ross...<br /><br /><br />it has also been a long time <br />i havent had a talk with Grace<br />ever since we left the Condo Unit<br />we used to live in along with 3 others.<br />And i wonder what happend to Christine <br />after the FHM offer to pose half naked<br />i guess she got rich that's why she left us. <br />Me and Grace managing the bills for our apartment <br />was an outpour.. With us Out being Poor.<br /><br />i remember the time when all of us went<br />to Tagaytay just to breeze from our daily <br />stressful jobs.. <br />going out on the country and melting ourselves<br />with scenic views and horseback riding at night.<br />that was hell of a time..<br />though having to work in different workplaces <br />and schedules, we still did manage to put up <br />house parties even with the stiffest budget. <br />I miss living with Grace, hope she's Ok.<br /><br />Sharing a nicely furnished pad with 3 girls <br />having to have your own room as the girls were <br />sharing the big one, was fun ..<br />it was not until Ron moved in that i had <br />somebody to drink along with...<br /><br />most of the time in the old pad <br />i would sit alone in a small ladder and watch <br />the window acrross the blinds<br />drinking and listening to tunes like this.<br />Ron would sometimes wake up to go to the bathroom<br />at dead midnight and catches me at those moments<br />and he would sometimes ask who i am waiting for..<br />i would just smile.. coz i really dont know..<br /><br />who or what but i feel it...<br /><br />I'm sometimes bothered with my purpose ..<br /><br />or is it just an echo from the far recesses<br /><br />of my mind ..<br /><br />i really dont know but i have an idea..<br /><br />someday could always wait... <br /><br /><br />Someday ...Shadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09923452294410902924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203997.post-13837134928749824622004-12-27T07:53:00.000+08:002006-11-12T12:34:59.245+08:00dear journal... Oct 23 - Dec 27<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/1600/dfa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/400/dfa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />well, again as expected ...<br />i celebrated christmas at the office<br />it has been along time since <br />i slugged a log in this haywired journal.<br />just too damn busy from these endless days<br />at work..pleasing our capitalist employers<br /><br /><br />just a few months from now<br />figuring out things would certainly change<br />i know it will, very much <br />basing on my tried and tested<br />mathematically-based theories that only<br />arrogant self-proclaimed wannabees<br />would contest and end up chewing thier<br />own worthles pride.. pride hahahahaha<br /><br /><br />Too much for the real big<br />apartment space i'm occupying<br />paying around US$180 a month is a pain<br />considering im staying alone..<br />talking to the building administrator<br />lucky for me there is vacancy over <br />the 5th floor which cost much less.<br />considering the room is much smaller<br /><br />there is just no need for staying in <br />hell big space when most of the time you<br />just aint there.. <br />but rather friends who manage to stay in and<br />party with themselves the whole week long <br />in my absence...<br />there was even a time when i got home<br />that i dont anymore recognize the people<br />who were sleeping on the floor..<br /><br /><br />life is a matter of perspective,<br />which i came short with by the way..<br />living with the wrong people is a mistake<br />dealing with wrong friends is a mess..<br /><br />moving to a different city or apartment maybe?<br />would be a diffinite strike at destiny again.<br />time can always wait...<br />as what physicists say it slows down 14 seconds<br />every century .. or is it just the way <br />we are counting on it to slow down.. hahaha<br /><br />the new year comes again<br />wondering what resolution i would have this time?<br />i thought, stop smoking ?<br />let's see... what`rr benefits anyway..hmm<br />health ? money ?<br />let's say a pack of smoke cost around US$1.00<br />i would have around US$365.25 in dec next year,<br />thats already a desktop computer running 512MB<br />ill think about it.. hahahahhaha<br /><br />having so-called new year resolutions <br />is phlasing ... another word i invented.<br />people`s philosophies change overnight.<br />no matter how stiff they are..<br />sometimes life is like riding a bus<br />and you`ll never know who`ll sit beside<br />you on the next stop..<br />like choosing the red pill and <br />not exactly know why you did and <br />what`ll happen next..<br />remember the box of chocolates?<br /><br />So the next time someone tells you,<br />or somehow gave you the impression<br />they are principled and will stick with <br />thier principles whatever...<br />watch them . <br />they are just trying to impress you<br />coz they already are with themselves<br />hahahahha!!!<br /><br />remember,<br />Imagination is more powerful than Knowledge.<br />and that if Aiza is better than MAtet,<br />Sex is better than Christmas (just kidding)heheh<br /><br />So good luck to those who are always on the move.<br /><br />and Happy holidays , Merry Christmas and <br />Happy New Year to everyone...<br /><br />coz i never get to celebrate mine..<br /><br /><br />anyway its not my Birthday.. just greeting..<br /><br /><br />Feliz Navidad y Feliz Año Nuevo !Shadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09923452294410902924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203997.post-1468676102216839922004-10-22T16:40:00.000+08:002006-11-12T12:22:01.272+08:00dear journal... Oct 10 - Oct 23Superman died last 2 sundays ago<br />the only superhero who had to disguise<br />himself to be just like us..ordinary<br />which most of us is likely not <br />convinced to be... anyway .. <br /><br />a friend once asked what super power<br />i would choose to have, if given..<br />i replied, what if i chose one that <br />i dont wanna have...<br />would you still ask.. said yes<br />i replied.. foresight.<br />i`ve always considered it a curse..<br />coz.. it`ll give you either advantage.. <br />and missed what the opposite <br />may have offered.. <br />both ways .. drawbacks jack on.<br /><br />it may even send you afloat thinking<br />of the muliple possibilities..<br />and resolve not to do anything about it.<br />but nothing beats conscience.. <br />especially when it involves the<br />most powerful universal feeling.<br />this tool, be it a gift or a curse <br />will always go hand in hand with karma<br />or as i call it balance...<br />my true religion..<br /><br />i spent most of the time <br />in the apartment sleeping <br />and leave just in time for work<br />my laundry is already looking like a hill <br />what dwarfs may call as a home...<br />visitors spend more time at the apartment <br />than i do ...<br />with my brother now staying around<br />proxy entertainer...<br /><br />eating lunch and dinner someplace<br />and somewhere everyday..<br />sitting and standing .. whatever<br />jollibee makes good meat pies.<br />cant wait for Taco Bell to open<br /><br /><br />Working for the World`s <br />number one Computer Corporation<br />is like mayonaise on ice cream.<br />your eating it but still figuring out<br />why it tasted that way....<br />i couldnt even imagine anymore <br />how i ended up with this job <br /><br />went to college and took up<br />courses too far from what im doin now<br />figuring out computer architecture<br />and sorting out sasser...<br />with credentials for medical arts<br />and political history.. <br />not even having a valid computer degree<br />the only expertise i could claim <br />would probably the MS-DOS and Lotus wiz<br />that i think i am... applications<br />already considered to be obsolete.<br />being one of the 60,000 employees? <br />just pure luck maybe..<br /><br />from a company that ships out <br />100,000 computers a day to end users<br />with 10 % chance of something may <br />have gone wrong in the manufacturing.<br /><br />no point of doin the math..<br />when you damn know human error <br />never came as a blessing... <br /><br />Debra Stunton was amusing<br />her perspective was quite Unamerican<br />after the meeting i asked her <br />a question i know she would never answer<br />the way i wanted it heard..<br />to hell with company policy.<br />as long as youre`doin your job right.<br /><br />a long way from texas....<br /><br />last Christmas and New year<br />i spent it in the office<br />i lost in the lot drawing..<br /><br />i spent it watching firecrackers<br />blew up from the building window <br />staring at the window view<br />with Kentucky fried Chicken plate<br />on my hand which i didnt eat...<br /><br />i dont even have a lovelife anymore<br />like most people do..<br />more of derranged social life..<br />accompanied with strange friends<br />and unpredictable circumstances..<br /><br />but ya... there is this girl.<br /><br />years have passed since i last saw her<br />i didnt have much news about her nemore<br />maybe i just dont wanna know anymore <br />or do i ? <br />i could spend eternity deciding<br />and end up spending everyday.... .. a dayShadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09923452294410902924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203997.post-51297639814383156312004-10-10T10:07:00.000+08:002006-11-12T12:33:36.508+08:00dear journal... Oct 3 - Oct 10<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/1600/ate.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/400/ate.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Saturday was cold...<br />The Japanese Films were impressive<br />i noticed most Japanese films<br />pour to the idea of pain and losing<br />the two films i watched were...<br /><br />I woke up wednesday morning<br />to wash my face..<br />no water was coming out ..<br />I forgot to pay the water bills<br />and they cut the water off<br />i thought...<br /><br />Thursday and im still in a loop<br />still bothered by the thought<br />of me being transferred to Microsoft<br />Im not really a fan of Bill Gates<br />i even hate the guy..<br />i despise noothoots like him..<br />and im not quite even sure<br />if im` still enjoying my present Job<br />in this Computer company<br />that supports his software products..<br /><br />if ever im gonna be transferred<br />and be another servant of technology<br />under the Gates` empire flag<br />i would be probably in the<br />Service Pack 3 for XP campaign<br />writting its special feature....<br />System Destroy<br /><br /><br />Friday.. Tito celebrated his birthday<br />with an Open Bar all night<br />in Ponticello Makati<br />He should...<br /><br />Who wouldnt wanna celebrate..<br />if your as lucky as he is...<br />being an heir to their Family`s fortune<br />that i think two lifetimes<br />wouldnt be enough for it to runout..<br />Tito is well-mannered guy..<br />and never misses a mass each Sunday<br />you would seldom find him sitting alone in<br />St. Clement`s Chapel.. without the bodyguards<br />he always used to have even in highschool days<br />back in Angelicum..<br /><br />I never saw his sister Celine`s<br />Newspaper column anymore<br />last news was...<br />she was lookin` for a fashion writer..<br />and the next thing you know she`ss on the<br />Pepsi Billboard posted wide on the Mall wall<br />I wonder what Celine is busy with these days...<br /><br />One thing I know about the Lopez`s<br />is that, they know well how to take care<br />of iT ...previlege or mere fate...<br />good management acumen..<br /><br />Havent heard from Kat for a month now<br />I wish she was doin ok in Thailand<br />she told me she is teaching<br />in a University in Bangkok..<br />the last time we got together<br />was months ago<br />i couldnt even remember what month<br />was it anymore..<br />i was so suprised when i recieved<br />a message on a friendster account<br />i made with my real name on it..<br />though i only open it once in a square moon.<br /><br />after 10 years we havent seen each other<br />and then she popped..<br />we met and went to watch a movie<br />got the California Pizza<br />and went to the old pad..<br />and catching up from the past<br />just reminded me how long was it<br />since i saw anyone of them..<br />i told her about how i found Steve<br />thru friendster..<br /><br />Steve is now managing<br />his own Bar now in London<br />one of the places i dreamed of living in<br />15 years had passed after Steve had<br />become an established Londoner<br />being our class Valedectorian was quite<br />easy for him ...<br />i sure do miss the guys<br /><br />missing someone can sometimes be a blur<br />even in the clearest day of the week<br />i wonder how she is doing...<br /><br />for the past week<br />i have consumed around<br />15 litres of Mountain Dew<br />a total of 6 Siopaos<br />3 Tall Cups of cappucino from StarBucks<br />and one Bacon Cheeseburger from Wendy`s<br />and the rest were unaudited..<br /><br />and no...<br />i dont wanna talk about the<br />eathquake stuff anymore<br />i was drinking and the bottle spilled<br />i was about to throw up..<br />thats all...<br /><br /><br />and as what a dumb terrorist would say..<br />Life is Bum ! booomm!!!<br />duh...<br />hahahaha<br /><br />writting wouldnt be a bad idea...<br />only that you dont know where to mail it to<br /><br /><br />i thought so....</div>Shadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09923452294410902924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203997.post-61498211525046696152004-10-03T07:48:00.000+08:002006-11-12T12:16:20.161+08:00dear journal... Sept 26 - Oct 3<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/1600/1-apartment20stairs.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/320/1-apartment20stairs.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Kris Q woke me up one Tuesday morning<br />when i was still enjoying my sleep<br />said he got news for me..<br />well it turned out it was news yeah.<br />much for his welfare again..<br /><br />He said he landed the Job he was<br />fishing out for months now<br />He`s gonna work in the U.S.<br />i just dunno what state...<br /><br />now after breaking in to<br />my apartment bedroom with that news<br />i had coffee.. i told him about<br />my upstairs neighbor and i dunno what<br />got into him.. he began dialing his cellphone<br /><br />then suddenly, he told me that.....<br />i had to pretend today that its my birthday.<br />he called up and invited these girls<br />that just arrived fresh from Japan..<br />probably a bad idea that i told him<br />about my neighbors.....<br /><br />Ronwell also came by...<br />Kris also called him up for this shit.<br />Ronwell is one horny guy<br />never a day that i hanged out with him<br />that he never talked about sex and other<br />horny stuff... Kris had to go pick up the girls<br />from a nearby train terminal from the apartment<br /><br />me and Ronwell had to get 3 cases of lite beer<br />while awaiting the creep..<br />Ron and i began drinkin as expected...<br />he told me about this little island<br />in Spain where he had gone to...<br />a place called Las Palmas de Tenerife..<br />where people did nothing<br />but party party have sex and party...<br />and of course the Nude beach where he went..<br /><br />Now comes Kris after an hour with two girls<br />3-time Japan Jetsetters..<br />of course what would you expect<br />on how they would be dressed up...<br />had a drink .. chit chat and shit<br />when nightfall came the other girl was<br />already acting up.. you know .. asking for consolation<br />guys should know the next move..<br />and as usual Ron was quick to react hahahha<br /><br />Kris said they would be leaving by 10pm<br />i went resting in my bedroom and passed out<br /><br />morning comes<br />and shit i wasnt able to go work yesterday<br />coz of Kris...<br />i went to gargle in the kitchen sink..<br />i heard people talking in low voices<br />much to my surprise ...<br />Ron and Kris with the 2 chicks were at the guest room<br /><br />fuckers...<br /><br /><br />i cooked them breakfast<br />one of the girls asked me for a favor<br />she was looking for her long lost boyfriend<br />some japanese guy named Hideyoshi..<br />so i said OK ill see what i can do..<br />said she`ll pay anything for that information<br />hahahhaha ... i wonder where i could get the<br />employee list of the car company where<br />that guy was workin...<br />but hey.. internet just made things easier huh.<br /><br />The next day i recieved news from a friend<br />Ivy my friend from the backdoor city<br />just got shot....<br />seldom you would hear girls getting shot.<br />i called her and asked who shot her..<br />some bubot guy she said..<br />she`ss still in the hospital when i called<br />it has been 3 years that we havent seen one another<br />but yet the miracle of communication blenders<br />after my call she told me she would change nos#<br />no news after that...<br />girls who grew up in New York are really nuts<br />hope she`ll get well soon ..<br /><br /><br />Meralco avenue was packed friday night<br />and the beer was installed in a Bulb-like shaped aparatii..<br />but i guess i just had too much..<br />i decided to go to the office and stay there<br />for the rest of the morning wee hours<br />staring in front of the monitor drunk<br />i know October had always been good to me...<br />i wonder what adventure awaits this idiot<br />the next couple of weeks...<br /><br />but for the moment...<br /><br />shift back i guess..<br />back to the bizzare theme park we called ..Life</div>Shadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09923452294410902924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203997.post-58140410974982074552004-09-26T07:55:00.000+08:002006-11-12T11:22:31.350+08:00dear journal... Sept 18 - Sept 26<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/1600/2-family20kitchen.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/400/2-family20kitchen.1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Just straight above from my pad<br />lives 20 girls sharing 3 units<br />they work as entertainers in some<br />high-end strip bar in West Avenue..<br />as far as i know, soon they`ll be shipped<br />to japan for a promising job there..<br />yes,..just upstairs of my apartment<br />japayukis to be dwell...no kidding..<br /><br /><br />5 of them came by for a visit today<br />some guy accross the street pawned them<br />a DVD player, since they barely know<br />nothing about electronic crap and stuff<br />and for some third opinion i guess..<br /><br />one of them was still dress in her nighties<br />im just too shy to stare at her..<br />too bad im leaving in an hour..<br />i thought...hmm theyll come by again anyway.<br />sometimes i can hear thier Knuckling steps<br />and giggling on thier way up the stairs<br />around 3 in the morning when they get home.<br /><br /><br />this past week i was looking for new dentist<br />since i live in the heart of Q City<br />i was scouting for a nearby clinic<br />i walked in to one.. i asked ...<br />"do you accept health cards ? "<br />she replied and i said<br />" ok ill wait for the dentist to arrive..."<br />she said " im also a doctor "<br />i just met my new dentist..<br />she`ss cute and young .. at first i thought<br />she was just another cute secretary<br />for a spanish named doctor..<br /><br />after the sessions i had Gum boils<br />and i have to chew aluminum OH<br />to rid of it.. this is nasty shit..<br />just have to bear with it i guess..<br /><br />Eena works for an airline company..<br />she sometimes contemplates that<br />there`s just nothing to do after her flights..<br />together with Dweezil her Notebook ..<br />i have this mental picture sometimes that<br />each time she lands somewhere else in the world<br />she would open up her notebook and log in to friendster<br />and will go answer surveys.. hahahahaha Go Eena !<br />which most of the time i will rePOst with my own responses.<br />too bored i guess .. she decided on doing something else<br />and now she`ss into international merchandising<br />thats what i call it...... Brilliant idea..<br />and i just ordered a perfume from her..<br /><br /><br />well back to werk ..<br />another boring day ... another damn week awaits<br />and i cant wait for christmas to get bonus<br />work + boredome + indefinite thoughts = journal blog<br />and this why im writting..<br />i guess..<br /><br />come next week...Shadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09923452294410902924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203997.post-6679985874287454482004-09-18T03:47:00.000+08:002006-11-12T11:12:29.323+08:00dear journal... Sept 11 - Sept 18In the office one afternoon....<br />was workin on something<br />i swear this new anti-spyware stuff<br />sold on the internet will suck.<br />for sure coz most of them do<br />I accidentally clicked on messages <br />here in my multiply.<br />damn.. i never answered them..<br />i never expected people would <br />be sending messages on multiply<br />i didnt even know thats where <br />you should be opening them..<br />i can hear myself telling me..<br />eeaaediot ! <br /><br /><br />my mom came by for a visit<br />along with her was granny old<br />Lola(something)-suppose to be far distant<br />relative from the province<br />far from the city.. way from the <br />countryside town where my father`s <br />folks originally came from..<br />you know how it is in old countryside towns <br />everybody is related.<br /><br /><br />one morning when i woke up<br />she was telling stories to my mom <br />how she got away from the Japs<br />during world war two...<br />She was even willing to show her<br />scar in the hips scrapped by the barb wire<br />which she got from the getaway that<br />she and a guy that later became her husband<br />engineered... what an escapade story<br />over my bursting coffee.<br /><br /><br />So the next day...i woke up<br />Shit its 8am and im fuckin late<br />i hurried up..took the freezing cold bath<br />slammed the door and off to the train <br />terminal..you know just like high school<br />and college .. hypothalamus rush<br />the only difference is that girls <br />were cuter those days..hmmmm.<br />while on the train i keep blaming <br />the timer clock besides my bed that <br />didnt even made a sound.. <br /><br />finnaly i got in the building<br />i keep thinking what excuse ill give<br />to the HR staff again ..been condemned<br />with so many absences and still complaining <br />about discrepancies on my pay..<br />well you know ..things sometimes crosses<br />yer nutshell when your on a hurry.<br /><br />when i got on the floor<br />i went running accross with my <br />proximity id card in hand to swipe ready<br />when i got in .. its 9 and the janitor<br />was cleaning my desk and computer..<br />am i getting fired? i ask myself<br /><br />then,<br />someone tapped my back and asked,<br />ey are you doin` Overtime today?<br />bullshit... i realized that moment<br />it was friday.. its my day off.<br />i shouldnt even be here..<br />it echoed again....<br />eeaaeediot !!!<br /><br />you might wonder and have asked why<br />i keep blogging these nonsense stuff<br />on the internet.. <br />i guess the reason is apparent.. <br />maybe someday when i woke up and totally<br />forgot what day it is ..or even what <br />im suppose to be doin next..<br />contract temporary amnesia or even worse<br />at least i know where to check..<br />ha! at last it had a purpose.<br />hmmm.will by any chance ill be <br />forgetting i have multiply blogs?<br />if that shit happens..? <br /><br />i guess if that happens <br />i wont miss checking friendster <br />and ask people there...<br />who am i ?.. did you or was it me who<br />added you on my list of friends?<br />convenient enough that i got a friendster T-shirt<br />to remind me im` one of those people<br />who made Jon Abrams a multi-million<br />sensation.. overnight.<br />up yours ! Jon f@#k you!<br /><br />did i say that?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />well one thing i did remember..<br />be careful what you wish for next week.. <br />you might get the opposite.. like this one<br />and hey.. thats the building in the photo.. up thereShadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09923452294410902924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203997.post-18941550758417205282004-09-10T14:15:00.000+08:002006-11-12T10:25:37.745+08:00dear journal... Aug 29 - Sept 11<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/1600/32.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/320/32.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />It has been more than a week<br />that i havent wrote any entry<br />tanaskin for unreasonable thoughts<br />maybe none at all<br /><br />it was 9am and we went to the mall<br />Veronica was the quiet type<br />but very nice to get along with<br />i guess im the only one<br />who calls her Ronnie..<br /><br />The mall wasnt opened yet<br />we hanged out and smoke outside<br />we were thinkin about eating at Mac<br />when i saw the large billboard<br />along Edsa "The Terminal"<br />opens Sept 8..and today was 11<br />She said yes.. Ok<br /><br />She had a BigMac and i got the pounder<br />She never ate it. She just ate the fries<br />told her how i got here..she told me<br />how her sister never passed to being<br />a flight attendant because she cant swim.<br />and so we watched the film...<br /><br />woke up at 11pm<br />Tere finnally showed up in the chatroom<br />it was more than an hour that we chatted<br />she said she was sleepy and went ahead<br />now im writting this..<br /><br />last couple of days were unpredictable<br />just yesterday Kris woke me up<br />ask me to come along with him..<br />to claim some prize he won<br />a trip for two to boracay..cool<br />but of course he has something else in mind<br />Chicgrabber!<br />Some guys are just lucky..<br /><br />i hope something good happens this week..<br /><br />at least something better...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Photo taken from jeillenes deviant art site</span>Shadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09923452294410902924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203997.post-73866500535567959222004-08-29T07:42:00.000+08:002006-11-12T10:31:30.208+08:00dear journal... Aug 23 - Aug 29<div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/1600/fishing.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/320/fishing.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><br />Went down of the building at around 6 AM<br />after a whole shit of workload done overnight..<br />my eyes were still hurting from the monitor.<br />when a bang of camera lights splashed me..<br /><br />there was a Film crew for a TV add..<br />and they were filming infront of the building<br />but i was way ahead sleepy header..<br />no time to check the models.. Damn!<br /><br />Such much for not reporting for work.<br /><br />The production crew told me though<br />that it was for a Pizza Add<br />waitta minute i dont see any pizza?<br />but they did have rain effects..<br /><br />apparently it has been another boring week.<br />not much interesting stuff goin on...<br />living in a lonely apartment is one thing.<br />a dolphin attitude is another..<br /><br />reminescing on how my life was ..<br />though was quite entertaining..<br />i just dunno why...<br /><br />most of my friends are married now..<br />some i never heared of anymore..<br />sometimes i even think im cursed..<br /><br />mid afternoon i spend time gazing at<br />the wide window looking down the building<br />its lonely up here..who would have thought.<br /><br />most of the time i end up thinking what<br />i really want in life.. A lot...more to it..<br />did i misjudged myself again..?<br /><br />we have always been taught that<br />nothing matters more than the present.<br />or is it the future ?<br /><br />just as goes to the rest of anti-analogies<br />which is which and how anyway?<br /><br />`if birds of the same feather flock together"<br />and why do `opposites attract" ?<br />"Actions speak louder than Words" ?<br />whoever said the "Pen is Mightier than the Sword"?<br /><br />ahhh... but one smart dude once said..<br />" the Past is History, the Future will always<br />be a Mystery. This Moment is a Gift,<br />that`s why its called the Present.<br /><br />whatever...<br /><br />i think ill just go back fishing for thoughts...<br /><br />wishful fishing... thats what i call it.. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo From : Kim Nicanor / Crazy Neighbor<br /></span></div>Shadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09923452294410902924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203997.post-86435109582666610412004-08-22T14:07:00.000+08:002006-11-12T10:30:56.311+08:00dear journal... Aug 11 - Aug 23<div align="justify"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/1600/100_1216.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/320/100_1216.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Spending time in the new apartment is a drag</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">not quite thrilling as usual</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">ahh.. yes.. Her name... Claire</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">the coffee was worth it.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">after a routine of exchanging silly text messages</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">we ended up deciding to watch </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The Villagethe M.Night Shayalaman </span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">thing and his same formula. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">why does he always have to appear on his films?</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Thanks to Roy...he manages G4 cinemas</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">it really pays to have friends</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">We didnt even have use for tickets</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">we just passed thru the guard and the ticket lady</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Claire was impressed.. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">as i know thats the point of it..</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">yabang no? e </span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">ano pa nga ba?</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">as for the rest of the details</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">goes in the shadows...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Well she went back to work</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">i hope her Agency pays her good.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">me.. ?</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">just back to my boring so-called life..</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">i still do know who im trully in love with</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">maybe.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">rented a bunch of Videos just to keep entwined </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">stuck in the room watching movies i missedbut who cares</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">sometimes in life maybe dwelves you into point</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">where you just dont know what you really missed</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">or maybe its just time to turn the phone offand have a liitle vacation in Social Siberia</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I dunno...maybe texting Heidi and affirming were</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">both drunk at the same time againwill kill the boredome.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">never realized parrallel universes could exist within friends</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">maybe thats why some were ment to meet.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">i still have to install the new blinds i hate being alone in this big new apartment</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">everyday getting home wishing Riza would drop by..</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and drink just to have some friend to talk tothose days in the old Pad.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">thanks for keeping up with me Riz. you were there..whenever</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and i never did have time to thank her.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I guess ill just have to go back to work again</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I wondered why the ADB center</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">never have been a terrorist target diplomats from all accross asia</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">come and go everyday within the damn building</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">the guards were never nice to me even the way they looked at me </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">everyday i passed by</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">i think one of them is gay.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">who cares ... </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Shadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09923452294410902924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203997.post-50632090874295260742004-08-10T08:15:00.000+08:002006-11-12T10:28:05.389+08:00dear journal... Aug 10<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/1600/mrt.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/320/mrt.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">went home at around 8 am</div><div align="left">had too much work at the office for the whole fuckin night.</div><div align="left">I was kinda a trippy then .. still dizzy..</div><div align="left">after going up the ladder to cross the infamous Edsa </div><div align="left">a girl and a guy came up to me Sir we have free coffee</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">This was at the cubao MRT station then</div><div align="left">This girl dressed up in Red thin skirtand black shirt.. </div><div align="left">The cheerleader get up.i have to admit .. </div><div align="left">she looks like one</div><div align="left">and pretty too..</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Nescafe had this new add campaign.</div><div align="left">so i took my coffee and then these girls </div><div align="left">and some of the guys they`re with while i was sipping my cup</div><div align="left">closed in to each other .. drum rolls..and there goes their cheer..</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">It has been two successive days i saw them there</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">are they gonna do this for the whole week?</div><div align="left">these girls were cute.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">but i kinda got a crush on the one with the shades on </div><div align="left">Im gonna talk to her tommorrow .</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">one good day coming up! </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div>Shadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09923452294410902924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203997.post-35123674173908308332004-08-08T16:45:00.000+08:002006-11-12T10:28:28.933+08:00dear journal... Aug 8<span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/1600/mega.2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1949/2344/320/mega.2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Today I decided to got to work...<br />I took the train ride this time ..<br />everyday i had to pass by Megamall..<br />as i was on my way on returning and renting some VCDs<br />the aisles were crowded ..<br />people were watching this band playing down<br />at stage of WOW phils.later did i know it was Raymonds band Sandwich .<br /><br />People were going wild .<br />especially the Kids in the black shirts.<br />Then was it.<br />I was already just right above where the Skating Rink is<br />when I said to myself...<br />Am i hungry? hmmm.<br />I am ..<br />So turned back to go down to the food courtwhen ...<br />out of the blue.. I bumped in to ..Lisa J...!!! Shit !<br />I havent seen her in years!!She was my college buddy..<br />We use to hang out at the back of the Library<br />just to chat and smoke and chat and smoke and of course laugh.<br /><br />Wow .. She just got here from i dunno where.<br />She said she just got here last Sunday.<br />and that shell be workin in SMART Wireless Megamall I couldnt believe this...<br />When all the while i was thinking that for the next few months my life will boringly suck.<br />Life Sucks !Tough Luck`s<br />I never thought that this country would be small enough to meet us again..<br />Its just great..!!<br />now thats`<br />what I Call.....<br /><br />WOW Philippines .. .Shadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09923452294410902924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203997.post-1132651963133632682004-08-05T21:31:00.000+08:002006-11-12T10:29:14.916+08:00dear journal... Aug 5 2004dear journal,<br /><br />today a cute girl at work said hi to me.<br />today the bus was late and this one dude stunk.<br />today this other woman who i swear is a bum<br />totally sat on the same bus that i am two days in a row.<br />im on her commute!<br /><br />today no one texted me :(<br />today i got a phone call from a girl <br />who i will fuckon saturday.<br />this is a journal where you can say those sorts of things,<br />its called wishful thinking<br />right now im watching Sandara`s Romance<br />i wonder if she really has one?.<br />earlier i watched Radioactive Sago Projects` <br />Music Video `ASTRO` my favorite<br />tomorrow is Friday.<br /><br />journals suck.<br /><br />today this girl got on her cam<br />and played with herself<br />while i watched.<br />true story.<br />we talked on the phone<br />she said this and that<br />and then showed me.<br /><br />i am so far ahead<br />in the game of luck<br />its not even right.. .Shadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09923452294410902924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19203997.post-1132651554928455802004-08-01T19:24:00.000+08:002006-11-09T15:49:58.403+08:00Time TravelParadoxes inherent in time travel have always provided inspiration for me. Assuming that a civilization has the technical capability to orbit black holes and move wormhole mouths, there is still the question of the time traveler\'s journey into the past and his possible influence on his own present existence. Black holes occur when stars of a certain size use up all of their nuclear fuel. A star in such a situation begins to shrink and become very dense; the more dense it becomes, the greater its gravitational field, to the point that nothing, not even light, can escape. An additional effect is a distortion of spacetime with a resultant slowing of time itself. Theorists speculate that at its heart a black hole must contain a \"singularity,\" a single point of infinite density where the laws of quantum mechanics no longer apply, an \"edge\" of the universe and of time itself. A person or object entering the singularity would be subjected to stretching and squeezing (literally squeezed out of existence), and would not survive to report the experience. However, there are those who speculate that a free-fall trajectory which takes a spacecraft close to the black hole, but not close enough to be swallowed by the singularity, would effectively be a one-way time machine. \"By choosing the right path around the black hole, such a journey, which might take a few hours according to the clocks on the falling spacecraft, could be made to take as long as you like according to the outside Universe.\" And your journey begins now.....with me.. for you are the Star ! and im the Black Hole just right behind you... And time is on my Side......... ~ShadowShadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09923452294410902924noreply@blogger.com0