Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Disgusting.


There is a guy called Marco, not 'lying Marco' or the even more despicable 'slimy Marco', but just regular Marco, no quotes. He is my ex girlfriend's brother, and for most of the year, he lives and works in New York as a soccer coach. He recently obtained a New Yorkian girlfriend called Amanda (and by 'obtained,' I obviously mean 'won the heart of', as opposed to 'purchased at Wal-Mart'), who is very lovely and sent me a giant box of Oreos as a pre-birthday gift. I like Oreos. A lot. Almost as much as robots and Sarah Michelle Gellar. It’s very hard to get Oreos over here, since shops seem to stock them sporadically, and when they do have them, they hide them in the children's clothing aisle, or the fish counter.


I recently discovered that Oreos that arrive in the Philippines come from China, whereas the American Oreos are manufactured inside the continental United States. This may go someway to explaining the slight difference in taste; what it does not explain is why, after eating any number of Oreos in a day, from one upwards, turns my poo the exact same color as an Oreo. I even did a dietary experiment to make sure it was the Oreos and not a coincidence. It’s the Oreos. I can only hope that my poo doesn't have a creamy center as well.

Gosh, I wish I hadn't typed that.


Saturday, November 22, 2008

Can't Wait to Kiss

Sleepy, vaguely overwrought, listening to a love song, thinking of you. Feeling like I’m in a tunnel, and you’re the light at the end of it, the blueness of the sky, infinity and more. I think I could disappear in you, I’m afraid to disappear in you. Everything’s so simple, really. It’s been ages since I believed in anything, I’ve been a pragmatic and intellectual lover, and I’m just ready to fall again.

So, I’m looking for you. I see you in every face that passes by already. When you stop and smile, I’ll be ready and waiting, and I’ll fall off the side of the Earth again. My friends will be exasperated, they always are. They had such high hopes that I’d stick around and talk about sex or whatever, instead of running off to somewhere completely God-forsaken and gazing into your eyes, or shivering down my spine, holding hands and everything else.

When I find you, and maybe you are already here, I will give you this letter, and you won’t laugh, you’ll understand, and we’ll marvel at how psychic I am.

So, if I am pathetic, too bad. This is how I’ve always been, my whole personality is formed in relation to love, in wait for YOU. And we’ll have at least a solid two years before everything goes down the tube, so why not?

Can’t wait to kiss you.

Love,
Chris.


Friday, November 21, 2008

MOVE OVER BRITNEY SPEARS AND SASHA FIERCE.....

Anyone knows her number? I would love to do some business with her. OMFG, she's like so effin' HOT!!! Obama Girl can definitely "barack" me tonight!!!!

Obama Girl - I Got A Crush... On Obama.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

SOME REAL GHOST PICTURES AND ANGEL (KATAKOT!!!)


I’m one of them skeptics who don’t believe in ghosts. For me, ghosts are just demons playing tricks on us, playing the game of deception. Demons taking the form of a loved one, a famous person or just some bizarre entity, hoping to instill fear in our minds more powerful that those of God’s.


But who can really tell? It’s not like someone died, came to the spirit world – heaven or hell – and then lived again to tell the story. I know we’ve heard stories like that, but most are just I-saw-the-light-oh-god-I’m-dead-but-I’m-alive-again stories, or for most parts, plain hoax.



So, here are some ghost pictures I gathered, and yes, they are all real (unless someone cries foul).





This photo was taken in 1936 at Raynham Hall in Norfolk, England. This portrait of "The Brown Lady" is arguably the most famous and well-regarded ghost photograph ever taken. The ghost is thought to be that of Lady Dorothy Townshend, wife of Charles Townshend, 2nd Viscount of Raynham, residents of Raynham Hall in Norfolk, England in the early 1700s. It was rumored that Dorothy, before her marriage to Charles, had been the mistress of Lord Wharton. Charles suspected Dorothy of infidelity. Although according to legal records she was buried in 1726, it was suspected that the funeral was a sham and that Charles had locked his wife away in a remote corner of the house until her death many years later.






Remember how Archie Bunker liked his recliner so much that he never let anyone else sit in it? Well, ol' Archie doesn't have anything on Lord Combermere. After being ran over by a horse-drawn carriage he died in 1891. A photographer set up a camera with its shutter open for one hour in the manor's library while the entire staff was off at Lord Combermere's funeral, some four miles away. When the plate was developed, the startling image of what looks to be a man's head and arm sitting in the chair was immediately noticed. Many of the staff said that the image looked very much like the late lord, and it happened to be sitting in Combermere's favorite chair in the library.




Freddy Jackson was a mechanic in the Royal Air Force in World War I. Freddy Jackson's squadron served onboard the H.M.S. Daedalus. Freddy Jackson was killed in 1919 when an airplane propeller hit him. Two days later when the squadron assembled for a group photo, Freddy Jackson faithfully showed up, grinning behind the ear of a fellow comrade. Guess nobody bothered to tell Freddy Jackson that he was dead. His face was widely recognized in this photo by members of the squadron.




Rev. Ralph Hardy, a retired clergyman from White Rock, British Columbia, took this now famous photograph in 1966. He intended merely to photograph the beautiful staircase in the Queen's House section of the National Museum in Greenwich, England. Upon development, however the photo revealed a shrouded figure climbing the stairs, seeming to hold the railing with both hands. Experts, including some from Kodak, who examined the original negative concluded that it had not been tampered with. Its been said that unexplained figures have been seen on occasion in the vicinity of the staircase, and unexplained footsteps have also been heard.




In 1959 Mable Chinnery went to the cemetery to visit the grave of her mother, as any devoted daughter is apt to do. She took some photos of the gravesite and then turned and took this picture of her husband sitting alone in the car's passenger seat. The film was developed and this came out: somebody sitting in the backseat wearing glasses, clear as day. Mrs. Chinnery swore that the "backseat driver" was none other than her own mother... whose gravesite she was standing next to when she took the picture! Mmm... a live husband and a deceased mother-in-law looking over his shoulder: there's a joke here, I just know it.




Back in 1996 Ike Clanton took this photo of a friend wearing western duds, in the middle of Tombstone's Boothill Graveyard. They swear that nobody else was in sight when they made this picture. Furthermore, some time later they tried to restage this picture with someone standing at the spot where the "mystery man" appears in the background. Ike Clanton says that it was impossible to take such a picture and not show the rear person's legs. Clanton said he wasn't so sure about Tombstone being haunted, but this photo made a believer out of him. There's so much ghostly activity going on in the famous town that Clanton's set up a special section of his website dedicated to Tombstone's population of yesteryear.




Almost ten years ago, on November 19th, 1995, Wem Town Hall in Shropshire, England was engulfed in flames and burned to the ground. As firefighters tried to stave off the inferno a town resident, Tony O'Rahilly, took pictures from across the street using a telephoto lens on his camera. There, rather clearly in one of the photos, is what looks very much to be a small girl standing in a doorway, with the brightness of the flames behind her. No one ever remembered there being a small girl present on scene, much less in that close a proximity to the fire. The photo and the original negative were turned over to a photo expert who decided that the picture was 100% authentic: "The negative is a straightforward piece of black-and-white work and shows no sign of having been tampered with." Okay, so what's a girl ghost doing in such a big fire? Well in 1677 a fire destroyed many of Wem’s wooden houses. The fire was said to have been caused by a 14-year old girl named Jane Churm, who had been careless with a candle. Churm died in the fire along with several others, and her ghost is said to still haunt the area. Whether there's such a thing as ghosts or not, it must be said: if this is just a trick, an illusion of smoke and fire that happened to be captured on film, it's a zillion-to-one coincidence that it just so happened to appear in the form of a girl who also died in a terrible fire at the same location. But hey, stranger things than that have happened in this world, right?




Sent a very nice lady from Ravenna, Ohio, the photo of the front of her home (I cropped this image from a larger photo) was taken by her 14-year old son in early May of 2008 and shows what appears to be a young girl in some sort of blue outfit looking out the window (in lower left and in insert). The woman and her son were the only ones home (she has no other children) and they have no idea who the little girl might be. Notice in particular that the face—and especially the mouth—appears to be somewhat distorted, as though the child has—or had—a deformity (or perhaps as a result of an incomplete manifestation?).




Angel Locsin (born Angelica Colmenares on April 23, 1985), is a television and film actress, commercial model, film producer and fashion designer in the Philippines. Locsin rose to prominence after being cast as one of the lead stars in the fantasy-themed television series Mulawin in 2004. Soon after, she starred as the superheroine Darna in the TV adaptation of the Mars Ravelo comics. When her contract expired on March 2007, Angel did not renew her contract with GMA Network and signed an exclusive contract with ABS-CBN despite her booming career on the first. Her first project under ABS-CBN was the television series Lobo.



Please feel free to object to any of these pictures, if you think some of them are hoaxes and what-nots.Thanks!





Friday, November 7, 2008

MAY PAMILYA NA AKO! FINALLY!!!


Yep, you’re totally sane, may family na ako! It’s pretty cool, having kids and all. And I get to make them eat BBQ and stuff... and travel with them and play golf, even look for a perfect pair of shoes!


I have a Tamagotchi V5! ^__^


And the other day, my Mametchi (name of my character) went on a dating show and finally found the girl of his dreams, Chantotchi. They went on a date and decided to marry. And now they have two kids. I now have a Mame Family. Here they are:






Yes, they have a pet named Bagubagutchi! He loves jumping up and down on Papametchi’s head. He’s a crazy dog! Here’s some more quirks on my new family.


♥ Mametchi is bigger than Chamametchi, and he just loves jumping over her like crazy! And the face that he makes while doing so, funny!

♥ They love watching DVD, especially the Tama King DVD. I see their bond level grow up by doing so.

♥ Last night, I bought them BBQ for dinner. They hate it. I fed them their usual sushi and crab meal. Eek!

♥ I like how they look at the moon and stars before bed, then let the sun shine through their window when they wake up.

♥ Chamametchi knows how to use the toilet now! I caught her using it hehe. And as usual, Mametchi scours the fridge for food. I always catch him eating while the fridge door is open!

♥ I let them go to TamaTown once and checked out the Haunted House in the carnival. We just earned 10 GPs. I dunno why. They weren’t that scared at all! Stupid!!

♥ They have three souvenirs already from traveling: a cat, mermaid, and a fan. I will try to look for more rare items in TamaTown when I have time.

♥ They’re a purebred Mame family. But when the little Mametchi grows up, I will experiment more on crossbreeding them. ^__^

And that’s my TamaLog for today. I know. I’m such a dork. But I have a real pet though, her name is Koko, and she’s a beautiful Balinese Cat. But I’ll talk more about her some other time.


Thursday, November 6, 2008

"LALABASAN KA SA KANYA?"


I was going home from work yesterday. Nakatabi ko sa jeep ang dalawang lovey-dovey. Nakakatawa sila, I don’t know why, pero para silang nag-eyeball lang hehe. ^__^ So, I was sitting next to them and they’re talking quite loud.

Girl: Parang gusto ko ng tortang talong.
Boy: Wednesday yata ako.
Girl: Ay, uwi muna pala tayo.
Boy: Thursday yata.
Girl: Pero wala yatang gasul.
Boy: Kapag wala?
Girl: Suntok at tadyak.
Boy: Bili ka na lang.
Girl: Ikaw manlibre.
Boy: Wala pa ako pera.
Girl: Ayoko nga. *evil-maldita-horny laugh*
Boy: Kapag may pera ako, lalabasan kita.

The last two words uttered caught my not-so-green mind. “Lalabasan kita.” Mmm, what nice, sultry words on this hot and humid late-afternoon. Knowing me, will I let this one pass? No-freaking-Sarah-Palin-way!!!! So when I was about to go down the jeep….

Me: Kuya, sa may 7-11 lang po….

And then….

Me: *looking at his ID* Mr. Mark Joseph Ferrer, lalabasan mo sya? *chuckles* I mean, money, you’re gonna spend money at her? Man, you’re such a good guy! *sabay baba ng mabilis*

I admit, that was half less fun that I thought it’d be, but the look on their faces is OWNAGE!!!!
I guess that's the new term for sharing and giving nowadays, huh? Imagine all the possibilities...

"Lalabasan kita sa Christmas."
"Lalabasan kita sa Birthday ko."

At eto matindi...

"Lalabasan kita sa Valentine's Day!" -- Naks, uber sweet! *kilig*

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

I AM DONNA. FREELUNCH MODEL.

Talagang hindi kinaya ng powers ko ito! I kinda felt bad for whoever Donna is, if that's her real name, but gotta admit this is golden. And reading the comments to that post, lumilitaw na marami na talagang mga balahura na mga pinoy online. Pero who am I to judge, iba talaga ang karakas ni Donna!








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Disclaimer: Wala po akong kinalaman dito. Natuwa lang talaga ako sa sense of humor ng mga comments, or the lack of respect, or halo-halo na. We are all guilty in our own ways naman sa mga ganitong bagay, so tao lang po. I admit, tawa ako ng tawa nung nabasa ko ito, tapos kinalabit ko pa katabi ko para makita nya at in fairness, tawa rin sya ng tawa, teehee. ^__^ I love you, Donna!

Sunday, November 2, 2008

MAKING LOVE TO AN ELF, MAKE-UP AND KITTENS


Pretty fed up of working now.

I am so fed up of working that making a sandwich seems like a viable solution to brain stimulation. (Try saying that five times quick when you are drunk). I got to get this done by about 4PM today, otherwise, I am mincemeat -- luckily, it is going quite well (meaning: I haven't even started yet). I haven't had any of those irritating "can't find the error for the life of me" moments so far, touch wood.

After this is done, all that remains for me to do is ride the bus to Market Market and have a nice, relaxing walk to the supermarket to buy canned cat food for Koko -- kickin' back listening to shit on the mall radio and daydreaming about making love to an Elf.

Then later, I will probably end up talking about robots and Grand Theft Auto while someone talks about make-up and kittens. *evil laughter* How I love stereotypes...

Anyway, sorry that I left huge gaps in-between blogging, I sure as hell wish I didn't. Before you know it, three or four months have past and you didn't even realize. The problem with having long holidays is, you think you have loads and loads of time to relax and that you can do no work. People like me that think this are naive. Wanna know why? Because about two days before your work is due in, you're still lazing around thinking you have all the time in the world. YES. That sounds so much like me.

I have a lot of catching up to do here. Until then, au reviour!