T-minus 7 days

Another colony of ants trailed their way into my garbage. Awkwardly, the only trash in the waste basket is paper or tissue. Are they after my boogers? Is there an aroma inside the bad that senses their taste buds. So, I raided the whole basket, including my carpet. I might get rid of my carpet also, including the carpet in my living room. It's a nice touch, but it's falling apart. One idea I've been thinking about...

Moving closer to work. I've thought of Pleasanton, Livermore, Dublin, Castro Valley, Fremont, Milpitas. All good choices, not very cheap; or at least affordable. Plus, no one cares to live out there...BUT if someone does, let me know. jrhipol@gmail.joey

How's the new format, look of the blog. Not too revealing, but different. I'm into change every once in awhile. I can't get used to routine. It's boring. Here's a somewhat schedule of my next week.

Saturday, June 30 - Going to Giants game vs. the D-Backs.
Sunday, July 1 - Icemen vs Blade Runners 730pm. Center Ice.
Monday July 2 - Work
Tuesday July 3 - Work
Wednesday July 4 - Holiday, Dose's place for BBQ
Thursday July 5 - Work
Friday July 6 - Work and Four Seasons "Jersey Boys"
Saturday July 7 - Echoes of the Cordillera *tentative


I'm excited for you, but at the same time sad because I know you're leaving. I hope your parents let you go, you deserve. You are dedicated and you do so much. Maybe I'll go and play music for you. Highly unlikely. Who knows though. What are you doing now?


note: I'm eating my leftovers from Ongpin for lunch.

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Come watch one or both.

Sun Jul 1 7:30 PM Logitech Center Senior DDD Icemen/Blade Runners Regular 10
Sun Jul 8 1:00 PM Logitech North Senior DDD Blades/Icemen Regular 11


After 7 games, I have 1 goal and 5 assists. I've gotten a point in 5 straight games. Ok thanks.

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10 Compliments that WOW a man

Posted by David Zinczenko & Comments by ME

From an early age, men get hammered with the same message about how to treat women: More compliments, more listening, more romance. That's all well and good, as it should be. But sometimes, especially as relationships progress, men can also feel on the short-end of the fawning stick: Nearly 70 percent of men say they wish they received more regular compliments from their partner. I'm not suggesting that every guy has to be coddled and cuddled with verbal roses, but every once in a while, it's nice to throw one his way. While guys aren't particularly amped by compliments like "nice eyes" or "you're so beautiful," there are a few, simple things a woman can say to a man that really get him going. To wit:

"Your arms are definitely looking bigger."

Men can be just as paranoid about the way their bodies look as women can be. In fact, nearly 90 percent of men in a national Men, Love & Sex survey say there's at least one body part they'd like to change (42 percent saying they want a new gut). While men don't necessarily want women to lie if they're out of shape, it never hurts to notice he's looking good -- or at least trying to look better.

Comment: You admire my arms even though they are nothing but fat storage.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Guys spend all of high school, the better part of the work day, and at least 12 times a day via e-mail trying to make people laugh. Because men value their sense of humor as one of their most important qualities, a hearty, genuine laugh is as flattering as it gets.

Comment: Need I say more. Although, you don't necessarily laugh at what I say or do, you laugh at what you're doing to me.

"Wow."

Doesn't matter whether it comes as he's getting undressed or after you've finished having sex, this short, sweet word (best done in a whisper) may just be the ultimate ego-stroke. A picture may say a thousand words, but this three-letter word sums up roughly 10,000 of them.

Comment: Stop looking at my butt. This goes out to everyone. Geez.

"You the man."

Guys hear this all the time. From other guys. They hear it at work, on the golf course, and when one dude from the group buys the beer. But if it comes from a woman -- no matter the context -- the message is that, hey, we're buddies, too. Which is actually pretty darn sexy.

Comment: Same as saying "What's up" when I call you. I already know I'm a man.

"The kids just adore you."

More than 50 percent of men say that their families -- more so than work and salary -- are what defines them most as men. So when a woman affirms that he's a familial hero, it's a compliment that stretches way beyond anything you could ever say about his haircut.

Comment: no comment.

"What do you think?"

We've all seen it a million times with long-married couples: They engage in cerebral power struggles, where neither can concede on anything -- whether it's the best way to move a piece of furniture or the fastest way to reach the interstate. I'm not saying that men should have the only say in decisions, but some guys do feel like they actually have very little.

Comment: Why do I always have to make the decisions? Just be patient and if you want me to decide, trust me. I know you're hungry, and I will continue to struggle to get you your rations. Yes, most of the time you're right, but sometimes positive motivation works better than negative.

"Cute feet."

Typically, it doesn't matter much to men if women like a part of their body that they don't control, like their eyes, jawline, or body hair. And typically, guys care for the word "cute" about as much as Paris cares for the penal system. One exception: The part of the body that is classified as being especially gross. Tell a guy he has good feet, and somehow he takes it as a double-bagger compliment -- that you not only like his genetics, but also that you appreciate he can keep himself better groomed than the rest of the gnarly-nailed heathens out there.

Comment: Let's stray away from what my butt looks like and concentrate on something else. Maybe something above my neck. Although we speak of my eyes, but only because they're hardly there. Aya.


"Meow."

The stats show that 61 percent of men think their partners aren't sexually adventurous enough. While a feline one-liner doesn't automatically qualify as adventurous, it does show a bit of inhibition, and the message is one he likes to hear: That perhaps he's brought a little bit of the animal out of you.

Comment: No comment. I haven't touched a female in 2 years. LOL.

"Impressive."

Guys love feats. They love accomplishments. They love being acknowledged for their strength, power, and, simply, their masculinity. So a well-timed observation like this one -- whether it comes after he carries a TV to the family room or figures out a way to fix the pipes without having to call the plumber -- feeds into his need to feel like the family protector.

Comments: That's why I enjoy those times when you watch my games, or fixing my stupid wood slats because I didn't completely finish building my bed. Did I mention that my bed was broken when I woke up this morning? So I switched to the other side. Aya.

"I want you."

Women don't need to go on about a guy's eyes or hair or clothes. What a guy really wants to hear is that he's the total package, and this acknowledgment of that -- whether it's referring to bedroom behavior or relationship stability -- is the ultimate compliment of them all.

Comments: I am JOEY BEAR!!!!!

Edible Fashion

Don't think for a second that wardrobe is the topic of this entry. I sign on to my blogger at least once a day, and majority of the time, I end up closing it before jotting down a few words or two. So here.

My birthday is coming up. My 28th year in the making of such a water sign. Let's reminisce about some accomplishments, failures, memories:

-May 2003: I graduated from San Jose State University with an Engineering degree. (accomplishment)
-May 2003 - July 2006: Unable to find a career in my field. Lack of experience. (lesson)
-July 1979: At 9:31pm, I was graced upon this Earth. What now?
-July 1989: Had my birthday at Malibu. Yay.
-July 1997: Had my birthday in the solitude of my new apartment in San Jose; Valley West Apartments.
-Nov 1985: Camillay was born. YAY!
-Jan 2000: I met Tediocarm Miranda; "When is the next acting practice?"
-Jan 2000-May 2000: President of Akbayan & P.C.N. 2000 Co-Coordinator
-Aug 2006: Found a career with PickPoint Corporation.
-March 2006: JB *unofficial

May 2008-2020: San Jose Sharks record longest winning streak for the Stanley Cup.
-July 2054: I die at 75. Pray for me.


2007-2008 San Francisco Giants vs. Oakland Atheletics: World Series. Giants in 7. MVP: Pedro Feliz


You can't help but hope for the things you want or possibly need. Until next time, stay fresh.

Summer Begins!

My confidence must override any barrier that stands in my way. Emotional content covers me everyday, but I must fight my way out of this netting. Self-esteem could possibly be a mental subconscious. Let's rebuild my soul and stray away from the birthday slump. The only time depression and vulnerability surrounds me is around my birthday. Why? The self-belief that aging is uncontrollable.

Speaking of aging, birthdays are coming up like technology in the Silicon Valley. It's also the first day of summer. Big woop! Usually this day is the longest day of the year. Who cares!? Work is my reality away from the real world. Remember that your job creates a world outside of reality. You are employed to act either close to how you are, act completely different from who you are, or be who you are...which probably sucks. ha! We do our jobs, projects, work...and we get paid for it. Others go out, swim, go to the beach...man I miss those days...and earn nothing but fun and relaxation. Sigh!

My dialogue (blogger is telling me this word is mis-spelled) with Alaska was interesting. Why are old friends growing up faster than me? Folks who range one to five years age difference develop the responsibility of marriage or parenthood sooner than me. Some by fault, some by choice, and then there's some who just don't know. My decision has been made, not by choice, but with respect. Time and future are and will always be there...assuming the world doesn't decay into segments of bacteria. My day to create a bond with one, or mold one into will be there...someday. No rush. My fate will lead me to either greater things or the shadow of the deepest pit. I am 27...soon to be 28. A rounded number, not as rounded sa 20 or 25, but it will be a year that something happens. I don't know...hindi ko alam.

Summer does not begin, it only starts to end.

Mind full of thoughts, stresses, and frustrations.

I am helpful, I am support. I am the reliable one, as long as you remind me. I am lost in my own reflections. My pains are lost in a sea of Daly City fog off Skyline between the Pacifica merge and John Daly Blvd. The speed soars through my veins, rushing adrenaline surging through my flowing pores. The reminder that the end is far, but starting such an obstacle seizes to begin. I leave it be. I leave it alone. My day will come when the horrors of...

Things have been weird lately.

I don't know what's wrong lately. I've been unsatisfied, emotional, and scared. I can't explain why I feel this way. I don't feel the motivational pull to link my life with work. I look forward to Friday's because I can relax my mind. I used to blame work, but that really wasn't the cause of my reducing self-esteem. My mind has lost control of everything. My mental state will not readjust and I find myself moody and snappy. What could I do? I just want to sleep and not wake up until it is all over.

Please, if you know how to handle my problem, email me.

Stagnant

I'm stuck with my feet bounded by unlocked chains. I can't move. I'm stuck. Let me reach out and see if anyone would grab my hand.