Goodbye li’l blug…

i will not miss you. =)  i’m going to somalia and make a new home.

all the best. 

Black Cow

You will need the following:

• Two frosty full sized mugs                   
• One 12 ounce bottle of premium root beer
• One bottle of Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup ™
• Half gallon of premium vanilla ice cream
• One can of Whip ™(could be nestlé cream)
• Jimmies or Sprinkles/ chockit bits
• Marischino Cherries/ alatiris (as an alterno for cherries.lol )

Remove the frosty mugs from the freezer, and squirt a small amount of of Hersheys chocolate syrup in the bottom. Put a generous scoop of vanilla ice cream in the mug. Another squirt of chocolate syrup on top of the ice cream. Tilt the mug slightly to the side and pour the root beer in being careful to keep the foam/head to a minimum. Fill to about 3/4 of the way to the top. Use a spoon to scoop out any foam. Cover top with Whip. Sprinkle jimmies on whip cream and top with a cherry. Insert a flexi-straw and long teaspoon.

Now the proper way to eat a black cow is to scoop out a little bit of ice cream, chocolate syrup, and root beer in every spoon, and then slurp up all the lovin’ goodness left the bottom.

Yummee! 

FockYaw-hyped people make me wanna puke

I purposedly did not put Fock yaw’s pic here mainly because i don’t  like to see his face anymore. not here in my blog for pete’s sake! i have had enough of fock yaw’s over publicity.all local tv stations got fock yaw’s ad every 15 minutes. that’s just too much. i’m sick of hearing people how great he is and all. now he’s nuked that poor guy on the left after 3 rounds, i’ll be expecting fock yaw’s face all over the country and people will praise him, those roach head politicians and midget haters alike will be in peace and unity for the next probable president- the hero Money Fock Yaw.. wooohooo!!! and we will have a full month holiday.

 Ohh eM Geee!

brb… have to go to the toilet and puke.

back–

i noticed how Morales looked before the fight. he looked bothered like somebody’s threatened him that his family will die if he will win against Fock Yaw.. 

Honestly, i want Fock Yaw to lose that fight for some reason. I have this ultimate fear that he’s gonna run for president and all tv shows will be about boxing and re runs of his legendary fights. Pfft!

 I know. that sucks! pat my shoulders please that everything’s gonna be alright. i need a personal cheerleader for this.

dyslexia

swallow me
you said your eyes find my lips delectable in so many ways.
take me
with those hands that bind me with the aching chains
that bind you
that bind your little world that is me
and open up the book with your words that fills me
that squeezes me
that heals me
that needs me
adore me
who loves me

’cause i can’t read you
read you far away from here
i might need a little shade
my glasses are broken
you need to read yourself to me
to save me with those words.
you see, i love your book
but you have to read it for me
’cause i can’t read you at all.

  The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.

beats me. 

new year, new haircut

yeah. just like Rachael Yamagata’s hairstyle. I so love her music, her voice, her face and i like her hairstyle.

and to all the peepshs who love me, thankews for the warm greetings, the palabok and rootbeer via blog comment, the buffalo steak, the pizza burger, the hugs and kisses. and to my parents who forgot my birthday as always ( it’s funny how the word BUSY kills one’s important memory) , Nikko, Nid, Sakura-chan, Eng, Hya, Reggie, Janz, Deltans  Vaj and to my baktin- Jaan. and to YOU who plant  the seeds and water it to grow. I have been this happy since 12am yesterday.

I love the thought of friends treating me when it’s my birthday instead of me throwing a birthday bash. geee! IT”S SPOSE TO BE LIKE THAT.. always  =P

THANKEWS =)

i wanna wear my birthday suit later…

when i go to bed.

it’s my birthday day and i’m super broke… but i am happy =) so i’m cool with it.

i’m not hoping to get some stuffs later. all i want is a big bowl of Palabok and a pitcher of rootbeer. that’s it. that’s my birthday wish. and some hugs and kisses to follow.

the cake looks yummy…

Bleached…

 
 
meesa overdosed watching 80 eps. of Bleach and reading 243 manga chapters (at least 20 pages each chapters)for just one day, nonstop. now my head is spinning, hoping i will meet a Shinigami and kill a Hollow for once…..
 

and after 20 long years of careful thinking, i decided to take Pyrantel (an anthelmintics).  code name :  Combantrin -1.   ..cccc(,“o 

secret…

I know something that hardly anyone else does, and it’s keeping that goofy grin dancing all over my face. I might be tempted to give up the info, but I’ll try to hang on for a little longer.

If you can get over your surprise for five or ten minutes, then you should be able to start something that could last quite a while. 

Ode to the Master- Harvey Tolibao

I’ve never seen anyone whose hands are like gods battling over pen and paper. We were buddies in the multimedia department when we were in college. ( i was a freshman and he was a sophomore ( we were both IT - feeling geeks). he’s taught me things that i never learned. ( i was his lazy padawan) obviously, my skills are 1000 ft below his level. He never ceases to amaze me everytime he posts his new masterpiece. he draws real good artwork in a flash, say 5 minutes and your/my jaw will drop on the floor. Just today, he chatted with me and asked about how’s life and all. he kept on pushing me to draw again everyday. i told him drawing is not my passion. it is just a hobby. gawd! he preached to me the gospel of illustrating and drawing and how i should grow roots for my passion. it’ll be a hassle for me to tell everyone about this preaching’s details. one thing for sure,i should always bring a pencil and sketchpad with me and handy kneadable eraser. such a hassle, really. and he asked me how my love life is. i told him it is Beautiful. my rhetoric questioning blow about his love life made him stop typing like… ” uhm……….” for 10 mins ( exaggerates a little) .. ‘’you may laugh at me cos after all these years, i don’t have a girlfriend still.‘’ then he’s talked about this girl who has been his friend for almost two years. he was dying to  tell her how much he likes her until one day he finally had the guts to spill his heart. “So i told her what i felt about her and she just replied the same words you told me 7 years ago. friends lang ta Harv, not more than that“

 and i go like o_0?? … geeez! i forgot he asked me out 7 years ago. what an old fart i am!!! (*GULP*)

 then he changed the topic that he’s doing a starwars project book, fantastic 4, xmen, incredible hulk and some copy for the superman comics. yes those comics most TRACERS collect. gawd! i dunno what to say. He’s my #1 favorite illustrator/artist that is for sure. (even if the ‘ditching’ was part of his bad heart history).

i took one of his artworks from his deviant account. 

you may visit his deviantart site and give your eyes a treat. Harvey Tolibao 

mindless thoughts

i  for once thought that i’m a strange creature from the time when pickles on toothpicks
were still the height of sophistication, when people have mobile phones and i wasn’t acquainted to the world’s progress until handy john came in and disposable panties drive me nuts, saving my day.

that’s not mine, you pervert you!!!

Cam whoring

All in a boring day. I got nothing to say. I need Einstein’s spirit to lit my brain’s candle. 

Cam whoring

All in a boring day. I got nothing to say. I need Einstein’s spirit to lit my brain’s candle. 

i have learned…

- that my stool sample is still inside my locker for 12960 hrs already.

- Blowing Your Nose 101; the nurse caught me blowing my nose the wrong way. she taught me not to close my eyes when blowing some steamy mucus off my beloved nose. eeewe!

- that blood is RED.

- that the needle the nurse used to prick me was as big as my Fountain pen’s needle head. ( that hurts!)

- that i’m not really scared of needles.

- that i have adrenalin disorder.

- that i’m taking synthetic corticosteroids

- that i’m going home later to eat halo-halo

- that i’m perfectly sane all the while.

- that I’m perfectly tolerable. not pretty enough to seduce anybody.. just perfectly tolerable.

- that you are reading this nonsense.

that….

Lay me down

i wasn’t really sure what i was thinking when i painted this last night. the night’s always perverted, yeah. not me though. lol

destination host unreachable

I’ll try troubleshooting myself. will tell you when i’m up and running and completely booted.

confirmation- a venting session

I don’t need anybody to validate myself.

The weather’s fine. it’s perfect shade of blue but sometimes some assholes just want to get back on you.

I’m talking about my ex. he’s one sweet, caring, loving guy. everything a girl could ask for. but i  i didn’t ask for him and things didn’t work out. My one main reason was his (chinese/taiwanese whatever..)parents and i fell in love with mr. right. . i’m going to be a racist if i say i loathe most of them (chinese). i have had enough bad experiences with chinese people, though i have close friends that are chinese. he stressed out that our relationship should be worked out by us alone. maybe he’s got a point. but i have human reasons. yes i was selfish. sometimes we have to know and learn things that are unexpected. just tonight. he’s bugged me about the cheating and lying. why does he have to dig it up when he said he’s moved on already? i already apologised and admitted that i cheated and he’s telling me that i didn’t. gawd!  I don’t like dramas, especially when a guy does that. he said he regret that he was with me. what should i expect? should he be happy about it? i regret that i cheated and lied and broke his heart. i don’t have to tell him that over and over again. he was once had a room in my heart. i shooed him off though he’s paid the rent. why? ask the weatherman.

 sometimes, the bad things you do get positive results. i for one experienced that. i’m not encouraging people to cheat. it’s just i think i got lucky with what i have right now. make it blessed. everything happened for a reason. too bad i was his bad experience.

YES, I really hate gay dramas!

I’m already taken. You spoke up too late.

that was the song i’m currently listening now by mark wills.

my scribbles has nothing to do with it. just when i get bored and get an unexpected conversion that tickles my brain’s room for sarcasm, it eventually becomes a good way of expressing myself and laugh about it. I happened to have a very wonderful day. weather forecast for tonight: DARK.  and FUNNY. i had a good nucking laugh. unexpected things make me an artist for a moment and a chess player the next and a network engineer for the rest of it.

let me say something to you. something i learned from dalai lama’s neighbor an engineer named Cindy. she said, “ you can’t ping the host if it’s unreachable. it will eventually timeout with packet losses. that’s the law of pinging the heart you chess player. you should be reseated. it seems like your network cable is unplugged. limited or no connectivity- that’s what you get if you have a one 69 position in the first field of your IP (insanely perverted) mind all the time.
yes, i’ve got to much to say. but my system’s shutting down. Please wait….”

 i know you don’t understand what this means. I forgive you. we are just humans. we sometimes don’t understand a sane thought like this. human as we are. we are uniquely insane. cheers to that!

positive affirmation

I feel good! I feel great! I’m the best! I’m no.1!

it hit me bigtime when i learned about this today. i’ve said “I love yous” a lot of times to some people that are dear to me but i couldn’t remember saying i love you to myself.

for the record:

gawd! I LOVE ME!!!!!!!!! ( i should convince myself that…)

mmmbop!

You have so many relationships in this life
Only one or two will last
You go through all the pain and strife
Then you turn your back and they’re gone so fast
And they’re gone so fast
So hold onto the ones who really care
In the end they’ll be the only ones there
When you get old and start losing your hair
Can you tell me who will still care?

“Can you tell me? you say you can but you don’t know”

something british

i find british accent lovely. i find british literature filled with heart and emotions ( I R not a fan of shakespeare, shelley, byron and keats, though) i wanna cross the london bridge before it’s gonna break down. i wanna visit the buckingham palace, play in the wimbledon tennis court, live in a flat with jaan. most of all, i wanna know what a grey poupon taste like. now, that is something that is not british.

“Pardon Me, do you have a Grey Poupon?”