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Brad Pitt went to the Guiness Book of Records to check if he maintains the title of Sexiest Man Of 2004. After 5 minutes, he came out of the building yelling...

"WHO THE HELL IS TABA??!!!"


ok. so i must be dreaming. well, who knows? right? hahahaha! just with a breeze of luck, i would be the sexiest man of the year.

...i know that won't happen. i am just trying to boost up my morale for i am back with good 'ol atkins. eating without carb is ok for me. but the hard part is when the mangyans decides to buy drinks. it's so hard, but i think i can make it. i will.

i don't wanna be left alone standing in the cold just because of my weight.

'cuz i'm smart like that

blogger.com is experiencing glitches that affects publishing posts. anyways, i would just like to inform you that the weezer banner and the counter is now functioning. the weezer banner is right above my profile and the counter is just below in the archives section. you won't have a problem locating it for the counter is neon and that my blog is small.

what i wanna do next is change the title head of this blog. it is so boring that viewers won't know the name of this blog. anyhow, in order to achieve what is planned, i need to have Dreamweaver. shit. anyone's got an installer?


now it's time to sleep.



note: the weezer banner will change its content as it gets closer to the release date of Make Believe. so stay alert for you won't know what will pop up next.

it's all about the =w=

i checked out weezer.com and yeah, the guys will finally release #5! i just hope i can get a copy of it. it will be out in may. they had their video shot at the playboy mansion. the first single from the album is Beverly Hills and radio stations in the states are already playing it. as for me, i will have to wait until Make Believe will be released. maybe radio stations will play their songs.

i found a banner, a moving banner at weezer.com. it is free for posting at your very own website. i don't have one but i have a blog and i think i kinda know a little bit of html coding. so, i just copy paste it on the html template and saved it. now, when i republish this blog, it encountered errors. oh well, at least it's all ready and i've seen a preview on how my blog will look like when it is published. i will try to make it viewable tomorrow for i am kinda sleepy and tere's at her workplace.

now that my blog will not be that boring, i will try to find a free counter for this humble blog. you know what counters are, right? oh, you don't? geeze. hehehe. ok, counters are use to know how many people have viewed/visited/loited your website. now, blogs are the same shit as websites. everything is made out of html and counters are made of html. i used to have a website so i know that there's a free counter somewhere here around the internet. i just hope publishing it wouldn't be that hard. and maybe when you check this thing out tomorrow, the weezer banner and this counter thing will be viewable. i will try to look for good counters which will compliment the colors of my blog.

definitely not red.

in silence

i will be out for the holy week. i will be back on easter sunday. the mangyan marines will be off tonight at 7pm. everything's packed up already, im good to go.


see ya on sunday. :)

signos? i hope not!

what intro will i use? the hello? or the usual hi?

my palm sunday is kinda ok. i survived helena's tantrums. yeah, we all get that once in a while. she slept so late last night, i wonder why. she was spying on her brother's xanga and all that stuff i guess. helena's a funny girl. nope, she doesn't crack jokes all the time but she always make me laugh. i don't know, maybe just the way she is to me, she brings a smile on my face.

so after talking to tere, i went to the shower for i will attend mass. i did not get to visit the barber shop for tere's been talkative. hehehe. i attended mass all alone for i don't know where chucky is. after the long mass, i went home and saw some people at Rose's Store. rage came up to me and said that we'll play a game of you-know-what. so, i had a lil dinner and put on my exclusive rubber shoes. hehe. when i got out, bobby was there waiting for me at the lantay.

the game was ok. we lost but it was ok, we had a close, exciting fight with no commercials. there were three teams all in all. during the game, some casualties occured. first was me, i was running for a looseball when i tripped. my arm took the hit. luckily, there were no signs of blood. so i kept on going. shortly after that, ian hit my nose. it hurts yeah but still no blood. i don't care about the blood, all i was thinking was... "my modeling career!" my nose is as genuine as tere's smile you know. then, it was ewang's turn to say hi to the court. when he was about to take a shot, patrick and rage's hands tried to block the shot, they hit ewang's hand instead and ewang fell hard on the ground. he almost landed his head. i bet his back hurts so bad right now. he fell flat on the ground and just lied there for a few seconds. when we asked him if he's ok, he said yeah. too much action huh. hehe.

i'm listening to slickshoes right now, waiting for tere to get online. she's probably still sleeping right now. like i said, she stayed up 'til 2 or 3am. maybe she was talking to her classmates. i'm kinda sleepy and the Mangyan Marines will go to Palacio Shipping Lines office tomorrow at 10am to purchase tickets. there will be 5 of us who will be going. me, vior, oca, chucky, and hazel. drex and his girlfriend will follow and so will noel and bobby.

Pacqiuao lost his biggest fight of the year. he was peppered by the tough mexican, Erik Morales. he is not called "El Terible" for his cook you know. a lot of my peeps lost some money. oca lost 5000 zenys (the money used in Ragnarok). Tyson, Lewis, and De La Hoya also lost some dough for betting on the Pacman. and for our congressmen? 40 filthy congressmen flew to the states and watched the fight. now let me ask you, did they use their money from their own pockets? the fight was in Las Vegas. i bet my life that these rotten tomatoes went to the casinos. now, how much money did they burn? 20 bucks? i don't think so. that'll be pathetic for them just to spend 20 dollars in casinos. they have 40 million pork barrel each of them as budget for their provinces. philippine politics is killing the country.

i guess that's pretty much about it.

strangebrew

IT'S VACATION!!! oh yes, the time of the year where parties get thrown like the stones of angry activists. my vacation will kick off with a blast. on tuesday, we, the mangyans will go to Bantayan Island for our yearly recruitment/training. it's gonna be a hell of a time but before that, i must confess my wrecked sins. i'll do that tomorrow, that's final.

the last day of school is pretty great. my Accounting subject is the first victim of my exquisite knowledge. i am not saying that i got a high score on that exam but i know i did well. so well enough for me to advance to higher Accounting. the next unfortunate victim is my Business subject. it was so roughly murdered, i only got 1 wrong answer! yes, me, taba the happy-go-lucky student since grade school had only 1 wrong answer. the wrong one will be question number 6. i left it blank. i was the first one to pass the paper and my teacher had a funny look on her face. i bet she couldn't believe it. in my mind i yelled, "i told you my mom was right! im smart!" hahahaha. then it was my Management class, it's a major subject so i was kinda nervous. but then, it turned out right. i find the exam so easy it was like a walk in the park. i have to wait for my last exam for the semester, Natural Science, i went straight to the Basilica of Sto. Niño because it's a friday. i go there every friday to thank Him and ask for something i want and stuff like that. after that, i visited jollibee. i was hungry already so i grabbed a mouth-watering peach/mango pie and a regular coke. i just sat there alone, enjoying the free aircondition jollibee offered. hehehe. after that, it was time to deliver the final blow for the semester. since the exam is just Modified True or False, Multiplication, and Matching type, i finished the exam in a jiffy. after i submitted the paper, i walked out from the room, feeling contented and happy.

when i arrive at my dearest subdivision, i directly went to the plaza, and there was the basketball team playing lousy basketball. yeah, tonight's game was a lousy one. then i went home, had dinner at 10pm and jump on my lantay. vior then arrived. we talked a little and asked if i want to drink tuba. i said, let's go! i just want to drink the night away to start the vacation. so i took a shower. yes, you read that right helena. a shower. hahaha. then vior and i went to his place and before we could start the session, someone was yelling like an angry mother at the gate, it was oca. he smelled the tuba. hahaha. so we had 2 bottles of tuba. then the unexpected happen. vior opened a bottle of mompo! we were like, "wa kaha ni gi blessingan vior?! klaru dha oi!" and so, the mass started err... the drinking spree started. i was the first one to enter heaven, i mean to taste the wine. it was like honey with a little blend of alcohol. but the sweetness of it really comes out. it's not good to get drunk with mompo, diabetes is at the top level of the causes of deaths in the world you know. after a while, it already taste like cough syrup. we decided to end the mass and just talk.

now i'm here, spirited. just talked to a sleepy helena. yeah, this chat stuff is reversing everybodys sleeping time. vior, joi, tere, and i. yeah, we are addicts. but neither of them will admit that we are. they know they are. they just couldn't accept that. hahahaha!

i'll leave you guys here for now. that's just about it. tomorrow is another day.

our time... soon.

i planned to go to confession today at 7am but i was not able to wake up. i'll try to slip it on my schedule tomorrow during my vacant time. if cannot, then it'll be on saturday or monday. before the holy week, i must ask forgiveness for my sins and repent. so i went to school for my final exam in english. it went well. when partlex and i arrived in school, we saw a group of people wearing big, black robes or something like that. it's the graduates! i saw some of my previous classmates which i couldn't believe they survive college. partlex said, "kita na sunod!" i just smiled and say thought, "yeah, we're next in line." and so we went up, my teacher is not around yet even if we were late already. along the hall, a lot was looking at the graduates in the quadrangle on their respective places and is about to march to Cebu Colesium. as envy began to blanket the non-graduating students who were watching the lucky ones, i went back to the room and just sit around trying to relax before the exam.

after the exam, i went straight to EMall. i was looking for the ticket outlet for the Palacio Shipping Lines for our bantayan trip. tere txted me and said she is talking to vior, so i told her to tell vior that Palacio Shipping Lines does not have an outlet in EMall. so i decided to go to City Savings Bank in Colon. there's this ticket outlet where it can only fit one person. you can't move around. it's soooooo small it's like the jail cell of ninoy aquino. still there are no tickets available for Palacio Shipping Lines. darn. since tere is already on and the chat addicts are online, i decided to go home.

the addicts are on right now. we're in a conference room talking about pills and all. anyways, yeah... i'm done with this thing for now.

just like marty

and so it's finals week. damn. time fly so fast and now the semester is about to end. another step for me to get closer to graduation day. that's cool. my exams will be from wednesday to friday. it'll be a hard kicking, blood pounding, head scratching, eye popping 3 days for me. that's ok with me cuz after those 3 days in hell, me and my cohorts will go to Bantayan Island to spend the holy week and just have fun in the sun. i just hope we will not get blisters. anyways, me and chucky will go to Sto. Rosario tomorrow for confession. yeah, i confess my sins too you twat! hehe, jk. anyways, the plan is, after the confession, we will have lunch together at Lansiao King. yeah, lansiao... aaah... hehehe.

tere is at OSH right now, working her cute little butt off for money. you know, for abercombies, jeans, phone cards and all that nice things she do with her dough. as for me, i'm having a conference with vior and daut. talking about senseless things and stuff like that. no, we're not talking about sex. i said senseless things, remember? geeze. hehe. i'll be off in a lil while cuz i don't want to approach the confession booth with my eyes dropping on the ground.

Marty Isola will graduate this saturday. that's good news huh. well, bad news for some of my friends. let's not name names down here, ok? Marty is kinda mentally challenge and hell he took the challenge. now, he proved everyone wrong. he is now a bachelor and is watching the older peeps saying "luoya aning mga flip oi, wa pa man ning graduate!" he can say all the shit he wants to now. marty survived college. will oca, rage, ian, yort, partlex, and i will survive too? well, i'm pretty sure partlex and i will have our time of glory soon. i don't know about those other dudes.

oh wait, did i name names? hahahahahaha! well, that's a hard fact. i'm sorry, i know it's kinda disparaging for your part but hey, take it as a challenge---just like marty.

refocus

when i enter a restaurant, i immediately know who's married and who's only engaged or going steady. i'm sure you do too.

the unmarried lovers are seated very close to eah other. so close in fact, that microbes will have difficulty passing between them. their hands are joined, their fingers wedged, their legs intertwined, their toes linked. (look beneath the tablecloth and you'll see a very sensual love affair taking place right there.)

most critically, you will also notice that their eyes are fixed on each other and nothing else. their mutual gaze is nailed, glued,, and cemented. their food is cold on the table, barely touched. because nothing else matters. the restaurant might be burning, an asteroid might come crashing through the roof, and a nuclear warhead might suddenly land on their table---and they wouldn't even notice it. ooooh. because they're in love.

married couples act quite differently.
the first thing you notice is that they sit apart. a ten-wheeler can pass through them quite nicely. both are busy eating, slicing, forking, spooning, dipping, and munching.
no sensual foreplay is taking place beneath the tablecloth.

their eyes? darting left and right, scanning the architecture, surveying the interior design, counting the light bulbs, critiquing the waiters, observing the other customers. oh yes, every other customer in the restaurant is cross-examined, their fashion style denounced, their hairdresser condemned, their personal history conjured, their financial worth assessed, and their body weight ridiculed.

sounds familiar?

in a word, married couples tend to be unfocused. they no longer see each other---for the other gets lost in the minute details of the background. like tuition fees. toilet training. house amortization. terrible two's. wrinkles and overlapping cellulite.

and then we complain that we have fallen out of love! as though we are victims to things we have no control over.

baloney. (too unFilipino? let me rephrase. longganisa.)

the truth is, we have control over it. couples must make it a habit to refocus. because it's quite normal to get distracted. so they talk. they txt. they pray.

and so i talk. i txt. i pray.

refocusing things up.

all the queen's men

top (L-R): me and kring²
low (L-R): chuck and rapi

pimp my lantay sell out

upper portion (L-R): mara san diego dance trouper, yancy pochero, kring², and bigboy
lower portion (L-R): apprentice/notorious rapi garces, chucky korean shitty, jb da blu, ragna muffin baby boy oca, partlex T.F.

you create your own destiny

let me tell you a story.

three construction workers are on top of their half-finished skyscraper. "rrrrrrrrrrnnnnggg!!!!!" the lunch bell sounds, and the three men sit on a steel beam of the 56th floor with their lunch boxes in hand.

the first guy opens his and groans in exasperation, "tuyo! there is not a day that i dont get tuyo for lunch!" he turns to his buddies and announces, "mark my words. if i still get tuyo tomorrow, i'm going to throw myself from this building."

the second guy opens his lunch box and moans, "tinapa! everyday, i get this for lunch." he looks at his friends and declares, "believe me when i say this. if i get tinapa tomorrow, i'm going to jump from here and kill myself."

the third guy opens his lunch box and it is his turn to despair, "galunggong. all i get is galunggong!" he looks at his co-workers and says, "im telling you, if i still get galunggong tomorrow, i'm going to jump from this building and die."

the next day, the lunch bell rings and all three men are again seated on the 56th floor.

the first guy opens his lunch box and starts crying, "tuyooooooo!!!!" and so in front of his shocked companions, he jumps off the building and crashes to the ground.
the second guy opens his lunch box and wails loudly, "tinapaaaaaaa!!!!" and before his remaining friend, he jumps off the building and hits the ground and dies.
the third guy opens his lunch box and screams, "galunggonggggg!!!" and so he too jumps off the building and dies.

days later, during the funeral of the three men, their three wives embrace and begin to weep together. the first wife cries out, "i didn't know my husband didn't like tuyo anymore! why didn't he tell me? if only he had told me, i would have prepared something else!"
the second wife echoes her statement, "yes! if only i knew, i would have cooked something else, not tinapa!"
the third wife, between sobs, says, "i don't know why my husband killed himself." the two wives looked at her curiously. "why?"

she goes on, "because... my husband prepared his own lunch every day."

i just love that crazy story because it presents a very important truth: all of us prepare our own lunch. if we don't like our jobs, if we don't like the state of our mind, if we don't like what's happening to our spiritual lives-----we have no one to blame but ourselves.

because God gave us free will.
He has given us the power to prepare our own lunch.
if we want to put more joy in our relationships, if we want to grow in our relationship with God, if we want to earn more and be free from debt----then go back to your kitchen and prepare yourself another dish.

because you design your own future.
you create your own destiny.
use the power that is given to you by God.

He will watch over you night and day

have you ever prayed "The Lord is my Shepherd" from Psalm 23? when ancient jews prayed that special prayer, they'd feel inner warmth in their hearts. some would close their eyes and maybe even shed a tear or two. because they knew what it meant to be a shepherd. they felt it. they knew the toil, the sacrifice, the hardship of being a shepherd that loves his sheep. if there was danger, he wouldn't sleep at night or take coffee breaks or read a pocketbook or even text someone on his cellphone. he'd just watch and be ready to lay down his life for his sheep.

but when modern filipinos pray the prayer of Psalm 23, the only reason we feel an inner warmth in our hearts is if we had just eaten too much Crispy Pata before praying and have a heartburn.

so, to help you feel what it means to be a shepherd, i ask you to think about your first pet.

mine was a chicken. well, it was first a tiny chick, and then a chicken. finally, it became fried chicken, but that's going ahead of the story.

i cared for that chicken with my life. after a couple of months, my chick grew up and i started playing all sorts of games with her: running, jumping, pecking. but during the day, i went to school. and i guess that's why one day, i came home and discovered my feathered friend in a platter with fries and catsup. i wasn't there for her when someone became hungry, someone who to this day has remained anonymous to me. i guess i wasn't such a great shepherd, because shepherds need to be constantly there, protecting and caring, twenty-four hours a day.

but thank goodness, God isn't like me at all.
He's here for you for life.
permanently.
eternally.
you won't be anyone's fried chicken.
or shish kebab for that matter.
He'll never leave you for one moment.
He'll never take siestas or coffee breaks or read a pocketbook or text anyone on his cellphone.

He will watch over you, night and day.

never lose hope.