Nike Windrunner

This is the new Nike Windrunner Video from Greenpinoy.com

You can visit that here at http://www.nike.com.ph/windrunner

Ah, I want the white one!

Cleanliness

What is the point of taking a bath when there is no good-smelling shirt available to wear?

Tsk, what a dilemma.

Oktoberfest 120 for Bloggers

Friday night was the night of fun, games, and empatso. And of course drunken and lethargic laughter with the brood of bloggers.

Yes, it was the San Miguel Oktoberfest celebration held at TasteAsia last Friday night.

Since I was stuck here at home, I decided to go early. I got the info from a certain Pedro that there would be a free gift pack for the first 120 early birds.

And there I was, at the registration table greeted by an english-speaking lady whom I just smiled at. Registration blah blah blah, and then I proceeded to find a table as I was ushered by the curly-haired lady.

I wonder why TasteAsia is such a favorite venue for events like these? It's been the third time since I've been here at TasteAsia, and of course each of the event have their own intensity and enjoyment.

This event however, was at a different level since alcohol was involved and I had to make use of the free booze flowing around.

Continue reading at The Industrious Time-Waster

Philippine Blog Awards 2008

Yes, of course I was there. I was one of those guys who took away one of the awards for best blah blah something.

Oh fuck. I took something alright, but it's not an award. I took the bouquet of roses and sunflowers from one of the tables of the venue. And the brochure of course.

I was never lucky in any of these raffle-shmaffle or anything.

Read through it at The Industrial Time-Waster

Full

Once again our refrigerator is full.

With what you say? Just another box of unknown goodies from Isabela, the province up North of the Philippines.

This was supposed to be a photo blog but where the hell is the photo is none of your concern. I really need a camera.

Anyway, all these goodies range from biscuits to cup noodles, and even cooked meat. Yes, cooked meat packed in a plastic and then placed in a box, then brought by them here from some bajillion miles away from home.

And who brought it? My aunt and uncle-in-laws. If there is such a term. They're from my brother-in-law's parents and it's probable if we call them auntie and uncle instead of mom and dad.

So here we are again, with the refrigerator full of fantastic surprises. It's going to be meet for weeks and some old, heated, and re-heated dish for the following nights to come.

Good luck to my blood pressure.

Return

Still nothing new. I might use this blog for money-making purposes.

I hope the people who stumble on this blog would try to visit my other blog, it's quite new, so there's nothing to see there yet.

And there won't be anything good to see there ever, except perhaps when you've got nothing to do and you just want to waste electricity.

Here's the site.

I don't have anything new to tell so I'll just be scampering off for now.

Thanks to those who get to stumble upon this site. Plenty of internet traffic for your site is what I wish, ehehe.

Good day!

Back For A While

*Sigh*

No new updates, just logging in to see if this account hasn't been suspended yet.

Yep, I am partially back, but I've got nothing new to put here.

Break

Well, this blogging life here in Blogspot seem to be a bit of a really hard thing to maintain.

So I guess I'll be leaving this blog for now until I get some more of my juice flowing and my systems geared up for the next drive to blog.

Thanks to all the people who keep on coming back for nothing. I appreciate it.

I'll be back whenever.

You could visit my Multiply page HERE, but I don't think you'd be able to comment on that.

Adios, Ciao, Aloha, Sayonara, and paalam.


4 nw.

Catch you whenever.

Umagang-umaga, nakaramdam na agad ako ng kabagutan. Malapit na ang araw ng paghuhukom. Ilang sandali na lamang at kulang na sa dalawang tulog ay malapit na akong maghakot ng mga gamit ko dito sa aking cubicle upang iuwi sa amin at gawing palamuti. Mga papel na maaaring ipampalingas sa uling ng inihaw. Mga binder na maaaring paglagyan ng mga assignment ng mga bata. Mga papel, at marami pang papel.

Mamamaalam na ako sa magandang tanawin na kaharap ko ngayon. Sa sinag ng araw na dama ko pa din ang init sa kabila ng bintanang may shading. Ang mga tuktok ng mga matatayog na gusaling maaaring maging sunod kong opisina. Nais kong pasalamatan ang mga ulap, sa tuwing dadaan sila sa makakapal na lupon, napapayapa ang aking isipan. Sa bawat pagdagsa nila at paglikha ng kakaibang mga hugis, nawawala ang lahat sa aking kamalayan. Ang lahat ng dapat kong inaalala ay nagiging isang karagatang malawak at walang anumang bahid ng pag-alon. Tahimik. Payapa.

Napaloob nanaman ako sa ritwal ko dito sa umaga sa tuwing dadating ako sa opisina at mauupo sa aking cubicle.

Pipindot ng username at password sa bundy clock, maglalakad patungo sa puwesto ko, ilalapag ang gamit at pipindutin ang power button ng computer.

Sa araw-araw na paglalagi ko dito, kalahati sa panahong iyon ay puno ng pagtatamad.

Multiply.
Friendster.
Blogger.
Forums.
Flash games.

at ang walang humpay na pagtsa-chat sa YM at pakikipag-text.


Yan ang trabaho ko. Binabayaran ako para magcheck ng online community accounts, laruin ang bagong flash games, at maya't-mayang makipagusap sa mga contacts ko sa YM.

Subalit sa araw-araw na ritwal kong ito, mayroon akong nais tanggalin.

Stalking.

Nais kong umiwas sa pahina ng iyong account. Naisin ko mang gawin yun ay tila ba isang malaking pangungutya sa aking sarili. Tila isang malaking batong pamukpok sa aking ulo ang aking hinahanap sa tuwing pinipilit kong huwag ka nang isipin pa at huwag na muling dumako sa pahina mo sa Friendster.

Gustuhin ko mang ilayo ang isipan ko sa mga bagay na may kinalaman sa iyo ay hindi ko ito maisakatuparan. Nariyan pa kasi ang mga alaala ng nakaraan. Ang nakaraan na kapiling natin ang bawat isa sa lahat ng oras. Ang mga ngiting pinagsaluhan natin sa may katagalan ding panahon. Ang bawat luhang naisin man nating pigilan ang pagpatak ngunit tumuloy pa din sa pag-agos. Ang pagbibiruan na nilulubos natin na parang wala nang hahadlang pa at wawakas sa samahan natin.

Narito ako at nakatitig sa Friendster profile mo. Pero hindi ko siya maaaring galawin. May paalala sa bandang sulok na pribado daw ito at makikita lamang kung isa ako sa iyong mga kaibigan.

Wala akong Friendster account. Ayoko nang magrehistro pa para lamang sa iyo. Para saan pa ito kung ang litrato lamang na makikita ko doon ay ang mukha ninyong dalawa, masaya at binabalot ng ngiting punung-puno ng kagustuhan ninyo sa piling ng bawat isa.

Hindi ko naman nais na sundan pa ang mga bakas na iiwanan ninyo bilang magkasintahan. Sapat na akin ang magmasid sa malayo, at paminsan-minsa'y makapagpadala ng text message ng simpleng pangangamusta.

Sarili ko lamang ang may kadahilanan sa mga bagay na nawala sa atin. Ang aking pagpapalipas ng oras na mahalaga. Ang aking pagpapabaya sa noon sana'y mga panahong inintindi ko ang iyong pangungulila. Ngunit ayon sa matandang kasabihan, nasa hulihan ang last. Nasa dulo ang wakas. At narito ngayon sa harapan ko ang malamig na pakiramdam ng pagsisisi. Alam ko ang pagkukulang ko. Sa bawat oras na kailangan ako ay wala ako doon. Hindi ako nakinig. Hindi ako nag-isip. At hindi ako nakaramdam.

Hindi ko nakita ang dapat ay pag-uugnay ng ating damdamin. Sa panahong ako ngayon ang naghahanap ng kasama, wala ka na at lumisan.

Narito ako at nakatitig pa din sa profile mo. Maya-maya ay lumalabo nang unti-unti ang screen ng computer.

Pumikit ako at naramdaman ko ang mga patak na bumagsak sa aking kamay. Dahan-dahan silang bumubuhos. Kasabay ng mga pagdating ng mga patak ng ulan na dulot ng ulap na kanina pa palang nasa harap ko. Hindi ko sila napansing dumating.

Kasabay ng paglisan ko sa trabaho, naroon din ang paglisan mo sa aking puso.

Kung kailanman ako makatagpo ng bagong trabaho, doon na lamang ako muling dadalaw sa pahina mo sa Friendster.

2007: A Blast

Yep, 2007 was truly a blast for me. It's the year where I can state that I've been through thick and thin in this late adolescent stage of my maturity.

And what's a good way to start the 2008 blogging entry? Of course, what else but with the review of the past year in this blank staring moments of mine.

So what's with 2007? Hmm, let me see.

Ah, I can tell about that!!! Or uhm... hmmm, let me see... I can tell about that. Or maybe not. Or yes! Ah, okay.

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Due to the blog-owner's feeble reviewing capabilities coupled with a feeble mind, it is decided that no flash-back moments shall be stated and that this entry will definitely generate another blog-related advertisement.

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I am a food loving person, no doubt about it. But I guess I'm gonna be having second thoughts about this particular eatery that was probably torn down by the MTRCB or one of our censorship boards against malice and green-mindedness.

Usual Male Customers: "Satisfaction Guaranteed"

You've probably seen this image in your e-mails sometime ago. I just can't help but wonder why this eatery is named as such. Now what's more questionable about this particular carenderia is how the owner looks like. I know it is just common for store owners to name their establishments after their own name, and so what's with this carenderia's name? Why is it named that way?

I can never ever tell why.

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Perhaps the greatest thing about this eatery, is of course the quality and essence of the food that they serve.

What would be the possible look of they're menu?

Vulva Menu: Enticingly Appetizing

Possible menu for this carenderia would be:

Main (Inter)Course

1. Tinolang Tingle
2. Binagoongang Vulva
3. Paksiw na Labia Majora
4. Menudong Mons
5. Labia Minora in Cream and Apple Sauce
6. Clitoris Curry
7. Pinausukang Urethra
8. Laing na Labia Minora

Side Dishes

1. Inihaw na Hood of the Clitoris
2. Ginataang Vaginal Opening
3. Pinakbet na Perineum
4. Adobong Anus

Rare and Specialty Dishes

1. G-Spot Con Carne
2. Multiple Orgasms Marinated in a special "Squirter's Delight Sauce"

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No doubt about it, I would definitely be tasting each and every one of those dishes and I would go for it even if it's a bit pricey. Better than Italianni's or Via Mare.

It is 100 percent guaranteed that it can satisfy my "desire" for lust... ehem, HUNGER.

I just hope that there wouldn't be any scarcity of supplies with these types of dishes.

LET'S EAT!!!!