Famous for my dorky humor...

listening to my favorite Spanish dance: Habanera Botolena -wedding dance

:scenario:

BG cell phone rings
As JOEY, 25, browses his porn on his laptop, he is alarmed by the ring from his phone. ALE, recently 22, attempts to get a hold of Joey.

JOEY(answers phone with clear voice)
Hi. You've reached Joey's phone. Please leave your name, number, and the time you called and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

Ale waits for the beep from the voicemail to sound. After a good five seconds, Joey begins to softly giggle.

ALE
You're such a dork.


Ale is victim #1 of Joey's stupid humor.

Earlier I went to visit Edison to attempt to burn a copy of a movie and play around with his G4. After two tries, we were unsuccessful. The funny part was going to his living room and pushing the eject button on his dvd-tv. When I pushed the button, the button stayed in the tv. Oh no! Edison gets a screwdriver and tries to unlatch the button from the tv's grasp. Unfortunately, he pushes the button into the tv even more making me laugh hysterically. Laughing is what we do best.

According to my work environment, I'm getting to the edge where if I work at OD any longer, I'll burn the place down. Fortunately for them, I'm not that crazy. Hopefully by Thursday, I'll be able to sign up at Manpower. And then from there, I can rely on those folks to find me a better paying job. I'd like to stay at OD, as a weekend dweller, and so I can get a furniture for cheap. Yes!!!

Lately, I've been waiting for something which I shouldn't be. So, from now on, I shall live everyday as the 4th. Ha! Besides that, I don't usually wait for anything. If something is available, I'll go for it. Not spontaneously, but in a mild manner where if the timing consists of the moons aligning (sarcastic), then courage builds inside me and says, "You can do it!" I shall continue to work and make money to build up for my future. I shall gain any experience from any of the events that pass my way. I shall enjoy the life I've been given. I shall continue to grow as a person. I'm only 25.

note: flowers are nice, but chocolate is much better.

Topics, topics, topics

After two years, I finally had time to watch my brother's copy of The Ninong. The downside about watching the video was no sound. The tape also had his copy of my Pil-Grad, once again, no sound. I enjoy being on stage. Performing with the bright lights down on me was and will always be a great feeling. My brother didn't realize that I wrote the script that year, so he only recorded the scenes and dances I was in. Blah.

What type of skills apply to this business venture? I don't really know. Please guys, if there's something I can do, let me know. When talking with a few of you one on one, my best ideas come out. Unfortunately, I'm unable to do anything from where I stand. So, bottomline is, if I'm unable to find a place, make it happen, make it succeed, make it great. You will always have my support.

Friends come and go, but bestfriends stick by you even when you lack the ability to see or hear from one another. Bestfriends know they could tell you anything, even if it hurts like hell, because the words come from the heart, and you know they only look out for you. If I could live on an island with a handful of people, they would be the most abnormal people. I would need them to be complete strangers. Although, if I had to choose my handful, Tediocarm, Kathleen, Alexis, Edison, and Reyna.

So, the other day, Edcay and I went on a journey. His co-worker asked him to serve someone. It was hilarious because he was trying to be all serious, but, being us, we just couldn't stop laughing. Unfortunately, his co-worker's wife wasn't home. Oh well. While he did his thing, I sat in his car and waited for him to run back to the car with a white girl chasing after him with a butcher's knife. Just kidding. The same night I decided to purchase Next Phaze's short album at Tower Records. Much support for ya'll and the rest of the filipino artists out there, especially Barrelman Productions.

note: San Jose made me gain 10lbs.
listening: Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You by Next Phaze

The first time we met... (updated:6/7) *this entry will be ongoing on myspace.

I didn't sign up to do the fundraiser because of class. Although, it was early for class and Ate Cheryl was sitting alone at the time. We sat and discussed the individuals who would be helping out with the concert at the Event Center. The only information about you was that you wore hats all the time. Mark didn't inform us greatly about what the heck you looked like, except for the hat and glasses. Cheryl and I just kept guessing the person with a hat was you. Who are you?

It was choir practice the year I was lighting director. It was one of my rare visits to go see all of you sing. I believe this was the first time I introduced myself to you and the girls. All I remember was that I knew the names, just not the faces. Who are you?

Sitting at the table and you were walking with two other gentlemen. You can already assume who these guys were. Everytime I saw you, you were walking with them. You constantly asked what the deal was with any type of practices. I remembered you only because you kept asking the same question. Who are you?

The first general meeting was finishing up and I got out of my class. At the time, I hardly knew the person who introduced us. I told you my name, you smiled. In my mind I thought, she's cute, yet she must be a freshmen. That smile still sticks in my head to this day. Who are you?

When I was nominated fundraiser, I was told you would help me. A couple days later, you came up to me and introduced yourself to me. Not being too experienced with Akbayan at the time, I accepted whatever you had to offer. Although not much, I appreciate your input. Maybe I should have kissed you that night I walked you home. Who are you?

My brother actually knew you at the time. We went to your work at Serramonte, so my brother could get a discount on some clothes at your store. I actually didn't realize you were the same guy that brought us to Pure Harmony's auditions. Who are you?

You were at his birthday dinner at City Beach. While I sat, I noticed you around the way. I asked a friend what he thought about you. Later that night, another friend played cupid and we danced. Who are you?

I played with your monkey head. I didn't know your name yet, but I asked if I could play with your toy. Too bad it broke. Who are you?

You came up to the front table to inquire about PCN. I had no idea the knowledge you had about dances. I think the main thing I remember was walking you back to the dorms. I should have "hollered". Ha! You look better with glasses...nerd. Who are you?

We all went to Leighton's apartment to sing kareoke. You were 15 at the time, and I was still flirting with your cousin. You seemed very shy at that time. Little did I know is that you're opposite of shy. You just needed time to blossom. Who are you?

Oh wow. Who are you? A few friends and I went to go watch a free screening of a movie way back when. I think it was your freshmen year and you were sitting behind us. I just remember seeing you all the time.

Back at Valley West Apartments, you came over with one of your friends. We were left in the kitchen as a ploy to have us be alone. Your eyes caught my attention and we just laughed at the situation. Next thing, you move away. Who are you?

More to come...

note: hehehe.

Like sitting in the dark could help...

There's such a big difference nowadays. My isolation has constantly gotten the better of me. It not only caught up to me, but it surpassed me and haunts me to such little span. I lost my train of thought.

I will be saying goodbye to myspace blogging and stay with my source.

Old misery putting it on top of my plate which I cannot eat. Sending out resumes trying to find time to visit recruiters and getting no offers is...

I'm tired, I just needed to...

note: Happy Birthday Aivy. Love, me
update: Giants lose 3-5. Sheesh. Happy and sad days.

Before I sleep...

My mind has been very occupied with a lot of self-less thoughts. Thinking about everything that goes on in my life, trying to make the bad days turn to good days, I find myself in a daze. I don't know if sorting out my life is something I need to do since my life already seems straightforward. But, on the other, no one can be completely happy with the life they're given. Perfection is not possible.

I remembered there was a time when thinking was a pleasant feeling. Now I just want to keep busy so I don't have to think about it. The time will eventually come if you really want it.

note: I need to get away. Away from everyone. Away from myself.

Why do I do what I do?

I need to remember that the world doesn't revolve around one person. My point of view of events will soon lead me to complete over analysis of stupid stuff. Since no one really reads this, I feel comfortable saying what I really feel. I know one person, or two people read this, but I don't mind you guys reading my thoughts. This is what's been over crowding my mind.

A gift was given in order to decrease the number of minutes worrying or wondering what the hell could happen. And now, I'm unsure if doing what I did was the right thing to do. I never know if my decisions are the correct one, especially when I torture myself for nothing. Maybe it's the fact that I'm not completely over my past. Closure was well-known, but that's not the part I'm over. I find myself alone and attempting to fill my life with any somethings. I tried taking up a musical instrument, which was fulfilling for the time being, but now I'm just restless, or just lonely, or maybe I'm just letting my emotions overpower my will to let things go.

I had a good conversation with a certain spontaneous one. For the time we chatted, it felt like "cow bell". You know, a cure. But then she left me in the dark about a blah blah blah. My response to sponny leaving was "YOU SUCK!"

I can't be pcn deprived because I'm immune to it. I enjoyed the time teaching, playing, and stuff, but I was there to help with what I was asked to do.

side note: AHH MAN! The Giants are losing!

From the original topic, I did it, can't take it back, only thing to do is live the life I'm not liking right now. I don't enjoy waking up for work anymore. Time to stay strong and find a frickin' career.

note: FIND A JOB STUPIDHEAD!

Forwarded messages hurt the most

Waking up early and finding out that an email can make or break your day. The raging fury of testerone was temporarily ahead of me, but then things were going smoothly anyway. Maybe not as smoothly, but shaky with things to work out. The only thing that could've been said was sorry and leave the explanation. We didn't bad side you, but you bad-sided us. All I know is that you disgraced yourself by leaving your students in disarray, assuming that they knew what they were doing.

I can make a whole argument against yours, but I won't. It's not my drama, even though I was the one with the new routine. Although, being it said, the dancers took it upon themselves to even change my routine. They made it harder that its supposed to be. So, that's on them. I apologize to Ver because she didn't seem at all happy about all the changes. So, remember, when you change or alter a routine, you have to think about the other dancers. Maybe you can do it, but can they.

It's past 9am, I got work in an hour, I've got to get ready.

note: there's more to come if you're up to it.