Netherland Puns

A friend of mine recently mentioned that his boss is an expat from the Netherlands.

Being a fantasy person... oh the puns on the word Netherland. You know, nether shadows, nether world, the umbra. An expat from the shadow regions... be afraid!

101 uses of wallpaper

The world is boring.

I'm a fantasy person. Anime, RPG's (role playing games, not rocket propelled grenades damnit), ADnD books, etc. etc. I like anything fantasyish. Saving the world, beating bad guys, now that's the life. What do we have in the real world? Same old boring routine.

Everytime it gets dark and stormy, i always imagine some guy standing on top of a tall building, looking out to the cloudy horizon, and stating the obvious: a storm is coming. After that, he jumps of the building, somersaults in midair, lands perfectly, then disappears into one of the alleys. He could've used the elevator but this way is much cooler. What next? i dunno. The Sith cometh? (am i even using the word cometh right?) Attack of the clowns? A gateway to the netherworld opens?

Anyway. Continue the story in the comments section. Story so far:

1.) dark and stormy
2.) guy in cloak does not want to use elevator and jumps
3.) he disappears into alley

the hate list

10 things i really hate, in no particular order

1.) moronic people
2.) moronic people with strong opinions
3.) stupid advertisements that make you go WTF after watching/hearing it
4.) TV hosts that try to be funny, but fail miserably at it
5.) very long rides
6.) occational stupid connection to the internet, damn you PLDT
7.) depressing Filipino songs like that spaghetti song, april boy songs, and all that crap
8.) people who takes their sweet time ordering in a fast food counter with me behind him/her
9.) people who can't sing, but still sings along songs on the radio/CD
10.) accounting

Headlines

From Inquirer, Sunday, May 22, Sports Section.

RP finally gets first Olympic gold medal - via internet auction

A man in the Philippines bought the Olympic medal in an auction on Ebay, bidding $17,100 for it. I dunno, should we be happy that our country finally has a medal? Is this story even worth putting in the news? >< Yey! Ebay medals!!! We should also buy Oscar's, Grammy's, and Nobel Prizes too!

Let's do the funk!

This has got to be the most overplayed song on the radio EVER! Finally, something that can beat Celine Dion's "My Heart Will Go On". Yes, we get your point, you won't be dying anytime soon, please stop singing it over and over again ><;;
I log on to blogger, the radio station (88.3) plays Let's do the funk. I switch to 89.9, and guess what plays after 5 min? Yes, very good, you figured it out. Let's do the funk! ><;; Don't get me wrong, i like Parokya, i like this song.. but this is just crazy. Everyday, expect to hear this song at least 5 to 6 times (if you always listen to the radio that is). *Sigh* times like these, i really wish i have an Mp3 player. Oh well. time to switch to Nu107 for the day.

LSS: guess what? XD
Let's do the funk... \:D/

And i thought i was productive...

2pm. Starwars is already showing and i am planning to watch it with my friends this weekend. I Went to sureseats to reserve because there's no way we'll be able to get tickets on the day itself. Gawd! The site is soooooo slow.....><;; Stupid IT people. The page took around 5min to load, and most of the time, the "operation timed out" msg keeps appearing. Jeez what the crap is that? Billions and billions of ayala pesos and they can't get this piece of @#!$ to work properly. Then i had to endure this ordeal while registering, waiting for confirmation codes, loging in.. >< At last, after i was able to reserve the seats, i forgot... charles and tops won't be able to go because of some company team building outing.

That's 1 hour of my life that i want to have back.

where's my coke?

I went to Mcdonald's yesterday and they've got this really nice program where kids help around the store. Really fun yeah. Kids were the one's in the cashier (assited of course by the regular Mcdo employees), taking orders and all. I felt sorry for the one's cleaning the tables though. They're being taught like "the leftover food goes into the trashcan, see?". That doesn't sound like fun, especially when other kids get to serve drinks, press keys in the cashier, etc. Garbage duty is the pits.
Don't get me wrong, i like this program. It's real neat. Great experience of the kids. Good thing i wasn't in a foul crabby mood when I got there. Service was despressing slow, my large coke was half full / half empty, and so was my fries. I decided to let it go since the one serving me was just a kid after all. Oh well.

A diary post

Most blogs are used as diaries of sorts. Mine is well... hogwash. So, i thought to myself.. hey! why not make some diary entries? So here's one:

On this weekend.
Saturday. If there's a theme song that is playing on the background during noon, it'll probably be Bryan Adam's "On a day like today". I was hanging around ortigas at around 2pm, with a glass of iced tea, listening to some mp3's. It had been a perfect day so far.

After that, went to g4, played a little tekken (got on a winning streak until a gosu Steve player showed up and kicked my ass), and watched kingdom of heaven (so-so, Baleon got lucky to have obtained the legendary artifact "Book of Everything There Is" coz he suddenly knew a lot of stuff).

Sunday. Went to HS reunion. Saw my HS friends.

That's it. A diary entry.

Corny joke of the day:
What do you a call a gorilla wearing earmuffs?
ans: Anything, he can't hear you.

Dream on. It's free.

Have you ever experienced, seeing a really sleek car drive past you, like a BMW 5 series for example, then saying to yourself, "i want that shit". Have you ever been to those new condos in Fort, where you get this great view of the golf course, with all the restaurants, coffeehouses, and all other sorts of establishments within walking distance, then say to yourself, "damn, i wanna live here". Most of us have dreams and ambitions. A nice house, good job, fast cars, power suits.. etc etc. The list just grows on.

But then reality hits us hard on the face, how the hell are we going to attain our dreams? You won't be getting those BMW's cheap man. And face it, your job may be good for you now, but what about 10 years from now? 20 years? What does life have in store for us?

All this crap coming from a notorious slacker, crossing the bridge when he gets there. Don't mind my ramblings LOL.

Friday the 13th... O.O

Today is the dreaded (or is it.. o.O) Friday the 13th!

Seriously, since today is Friday the 13th, nothing that goes wrong is you're fault. Blame everything on the infamous superstition! Weeee~ I just hope that we have more Friday the 13th's. That way, we can get away with a lots of stuff. So to all you guys reading this post this Friday.. go home. Tell you're boss you suddenly have this splitting headache, sore back, and stomach problems. Then blame in on Friday the 13th! Curse this day in front of him. Then as you drive home, praise this happy happy day (assuming of course that you're boss uses an Anglo Saxon calendar and knows that today is friday the 13th, if he uses a lunar calendar or something then your excuse probably won't work.)

Headline tomorrow: Pesos falls by 10 centavos, experts blame inflation and Friday the 13th.

limewire + slow cpu

I am currently experience quite a lot of lag as I am typing this post. Limewire is eating up too much system resources. Each letter that i type only appears after 3 sec or so, which means this is going to be a really short post.

end post.

Level up! +1 INT

People say that as we grow older, we become smarter. I have a theory on this. As we grow older, we accomplish more things, which means we have less stuff to do (assuming of course that the to-do list is finite). Having less stuff to do gives rise to more free time with nothing to do. During these free times, our mind usually wanders then suddenly get a flash of insight, wonder, curiosity, weltanschaung, most of which are totally inane and are probably not worth a bag of beans (much less a bag of MAGIC beans which you can plant in the ground to grow a giant beanstalk. The reason why you'd want to lower the value of your real estate by planting an ugly green giant beanstalk on the ground is beyond me. Then the giant who lives in the clouds come chasing you, damaging some houses in the neighborhood, and further lowers the value of real estate to a point that even Donald Trump won't be able to save your sorry ass.) <-this has got to be the longest sentence in a parenthesis in any blog.

anyway, today i learned about Chaos Theory. really. Pretty cool stuff actually. Level up! +1 Useless Trivia Mastery.

Blech. I sound like a nerd.

Starwars Episode 3!!! Weeee~

Quality TV shows

You gotta love the quality TV shows that are being shown in cable TV. Here's one from the new Jack TV, channel 17 in home cable, which was once the solar unentertainment channel.

Everybody loves superhero cartoons right? check this one out. Btw, i'm not recommending this one for the kids.

Stripperella




Pamela Anderson is the voice of Erotica Jones, a dancer at the local strip club, who always has time for her friends such as Persephone, a fellow stripper who is dating conjoined twins. But when duty calls Erotica becomes Stripperella an agent for T.H.U.G.G. and a superhero who fends off nasty villains such as Dr. Cesarean, a plastic surgeon whose evil plans involve giving unexpected women explosive breast implants made of nitroglycerin; Cheapo, a super-villain on a budget who makes his henchman share a gun; and Pushy Galore, a former genetic physicist who has learned to breed animals with designer logos on their skin and makes designer knockoffs out of her ex-husbands. Stripperella has the ability to float to safety from tall distances courtesy of her enhanced hair. Watch out for her patented move Scissor-ella which allows her to knock-out bad guys with her thighs (think Famke Jannsen as Xenia Onatopp in the James Bond film Goldeneye). If she allows you to touch her breasts then look out for trick because a gadget in the chest area of her outfit works as a lie detector and tells Stripperella if someone is lying when they touch it. But the most outragous gadget at her disposal has to be the digital scanner placed under her tongue which she can use to upload pictures to a computer.

copy pasted from some site.
Soo many stuff to comment about this one, but for some reason, words fail me.. I guess all my comments can be summarized to one word... "lolz"

knowing what's important in life

I was listening to the radio the other day, the station was playing old rock songs. It started to play Cat's in the Cradle. I love this song, pay attention to the lyrics, it's saying something important.

Cat's In The Cradle

Sung and Written by: Harry Chapin

A child arrived just the other day,
He came to the world in the usual way.
But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay.
He learned to walk while I was away.
And he was talking 'fore I knew it, and as he grew,
He'd say, "I'm gonna be like you, dad.
You know I'm gonna be like you."

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you coming home, dad?" "I don't know when,
But we'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then."

My son turned ten just the other day.
He said, "Thanks for the ball, dad, come on let's play.
Can you teach me to throw?" I said, "Not today,
I got a lot to do." He said, "That's ok."
And he walked away, but his smile never dimmed,
Said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah.
You know I'm gonna be like him."

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you coming home, dad?" "I don't know when,
But we'll get together then.
You know we'll have a good time then."

Well, he came from college just the other day,
So much like a man I just had to say,
"Son, I'm proud of you. Can you sit for a while?"
He shook his head, and he said with a smile,
"What I'd really like, dad, is to borrow the car keys.
See you later. Can I have them please?"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you coming home, son?" "I don't know when,
But we'll get together then, dad.
You know we'll have a good time then."

I've long since retired and my son's moved away.
I called him up just the other day.
I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind."
He said, "I'd love to, dad, if I could find the time.
You see, my new job's a hassle, and the kid's got the flu,
But it's sure nice talking to you, dad.
It's been sure nice talking to you."
And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me,
He'd grown up just like me.
My boy was just like me.

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
"When you coming home, son?" "I don't know when,
But we'll get together then, dad.
You know we'll have a good time then."

Is this blog post starting to sound like one of those spam mails you receive? yes i think so too. So enough words of wisdom.

The next song that played wasn't that profound. Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit.

A picture worth a thousand words

a picture worth a thousand words, in more ways than one.

anger-hate-suffering

I went to mcdonalds this morning for breakfast. Its the typical 2 cashier steup. I don't know if there's some universal conspiracy against me, but everytime i line up for something, i always end up in the slower line. All i want are freakin pancakes and the guy in front of me wants to buy the whole store. THen the next guy wants an extra rice but pays the cashier with a 1000 php bill. Add in the folks who stare long and hard into the menu, then keeps changing their minds about their orders... "ay pwdeng dagdag ng coke? ay pwde tanggalin ung fries?" Jeez man make up ur mind. What do you want next? Burgers cut in quarters? If it was up to me, there should be like a 60 sec limit per customer. After that, the people behind that customer can pickup complimentary magazines, roll them up, and whack him till he finishes ordering. All this rage for pancakes.

Song selection pls.

I was in the recto station of the LRT2 line, waiting for the train. THere's this nifty eletric sign there (i dunno what it is called, its the same one found in schools where annoucements are posted. Red words.. scrolling to the left... single line ... gets?). Anyway, about this electic sign, it shows how much longer til the next train arrives. I find this very cool. Yes call me shallow, but it sure is a lot better than waiting in the old LRT, or MRT stations, where you don't know when the next train is coming. It kinda gives the semblance of our country being technologically advanced. Yes! We can estimate how long trains arrive! It sure beats the old method of craning ur neck like a freakin giraffe and trying to visualize the train coming at the far part of the train tracks, which almost always wasn't there.

Anyway, i was waiting for the train. Then 3 guys pass in front of me. They're a band. One guy was carrying his guitar, rather proudly, if i may add. The other one is the drummer which i deduced coz of the tribal-drum-thingy he carried on his left hand. The last one is the singer. He wasn't carrying any instruments so i assume he had one of those no-brainer instruments in his bag or something to justify that he isn't the loser who can't play any insturments. He has maracas, by the way. I saw him play it in the train later. How DO you spell maracas.... anyway, too lazy to spellcheck.

They look like a cool band. Black shirts and everything. An earring here and there. Not too much though, thus making them look a tad bit presentable. I hate people who have like 4 earrings, a nose ring, pierced tongues, belly buttons, and nipples. It makes me want to grab of those rings and just pull. Anyway, the band was there, waiting for the train too. They were singing Runaway Train, Pearl Jam if im not mistaken. Cool song. I don't mind them singing. It's cool. They don't really suck and all so its fine with me. A part of me feels that they were either a.) desparte for attention b.) thinks what they're doing is really cool c.) really likes to sing but don't really care what other people think.

The train arrives and all the passengers starts to enter. Riding the LRT2 on a saturday, entering the train at recto is a really conveninet. Not too many people. No need to stand in cramped space, all of you sweating like pigs, the aircon barely noticable, and feeling like crap once you exit the train. The shorter guys has the worse experience. Sweaty armpits everywhere they look sure is depressing. LRT2 is really comfy on saturdays.

Anyway. As the train started moving, the band started to play. People were like... WTF? But then again, free show so no one complains. One guy starts playing the guitar. The other guy sings. The last member of the band picks his nose while texting. Then.... the horror..... ampfness. The guy was singing Nina's Love Moves in Mysterious Ways . He even used his fake gay voice which made Clay Aiken sound like Arnold. Holy crap. Pearl Jam singing band performs a Nina Song. Good thing I went down after 4 stations. I sure wished Simon Cowell was there. Or perhaps, Triumph the insult comic dog. Jeez man, you guys are a rock band / alternative dudes. Sing some Nirvana or something.

Gilmore station. At last, i left the train.

EDIT: holy crap. wrong grammar galore. What a long post. I was originally going to write about the band but my Atenean rambling skills took charge. Applying lvl10 Bola Mastery. Please forgive the tense inconsistency. lolz.