WAKOKOK HAPPENS...
First time namin mag badminton sa Makati. Habang papunta roon ay bigla kaming hinarang ng MAPSA... "NO RIGHT TURN on RED SIGNAL" daw...
WAKOKOK HAPPENS...
Eh convoy kami, ung isa pang kotse na nasa likod namin nahuli din amf! "NO RIGHT TURN ON RED SIGNAL" din daw... AYuN!
WAKOKOK HAPPENS...
Para maka-alis ay naglagay nlng... at least 100 lng... pero sayang din un..
WAKOKOK HAPPENS...
Eh sa kabilang kotse mautak... pinaikot ung 100 bills sa 20 php, pagkabigay, nahatak ung 100 at nde na napansin nun hinayupak na bwakaw na gahaman na un...
pano ba un bwakaw na MAPSA... WAKOKOK HAPPENS ahehehehe
Habang nasa MRT (North Avenue), syempre given na mag-gitgitan ang mga tao... eh kakatext ko lng nun tska nakikinig ako sa fav kong FM radio station (GOOD Times with MO TWISTER MAGIC 89.9)...edi parating na ang tren... ayan tulakan na...On my right side, parang may nagpapapansin... pinansin ko naman...ayun! pag pasok ko sa mrt... parang nawala ung Tugtog... Hmm... baka natanggal lng... WAKOKOKOKOK.. natanggal nga... kasi headset nlng natira sakin... cellphone ko wala na...
WAKOKOK HAPPENS...
Given the situation above, sa opisina naman dati sa College years ko... Nag trabaho kasi noon bilang isang S A ng Alma Mater ko..ayun..mahilig talaga sa radyo... TAGUM! bigla nalang din nawala ung sound (nakakabit kasi sa Sound Blaster ni Sir Ryan para MALAKAS)... sabi ko "baka natanggal lng"... WAKOKOKOK... wala na din cellphone ko...nde pa din natuto from the previous paragraph..
WAKOKOK HAPPENS...
On my previous Job naman sa Call Center Industry...
Yardo: Thank you for calling ** my name is Girard with badge ID 66666 (joke lng ung number nakalimutan ko na). Can I have your phone number starting with the area code please?
Client: hey Girard! My name is Jerry (talagang naalala ko 2 promise)...and my number is blahblahblah...
NARRATOR: LETS SKIP THE Personal information part...
Client: so could you help me with my problem? I have a ** WRT54g wireless router and it works great Girard! I have bought this Wireless expander from BEST BUY, and I want you to help me setup this baby so I can have my wifi outside my house...
NARRATOR: pagkatapos ng mahabang troubleshooting, napag connect na din namin ang kanyang wireless router, ang kanyang wireless expander at ang kanyang wireless laptop...
Client: Very good Girard! Let me test the range of my hotspot so that I could check where can I encounter a deadspot...
YARDO: Ok!
Client: Im 10 feet away now, 20 feet..SSSSSPLLLASHHHH!!
YARDO: HELLO? JERRY?? What Happened?
Client: MOTHER F**K*r!!!!! Sh*t! I tripped and my laptop was thrown to the kiddie pool!
YARDO: Mute muna, tapos LOLZZZZZZZZZZZ at ROFL!!!! ng madaeng madae
Client: Gotta go..(background sound - freaking s*n of a b...; some children crying) Hangs up the phone...
YARDO: naka mute padin... nde pa din tumitigil sa kakatawa...
WAKOKOK HAPPENS...
I have just been informed that there is a possibility na nde ako mag pa-Pasko sa Pinas this year...
WAKOKOK HAPPENS...
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Probability...
After living 183960 hours in this world (sige nga compute mo kung matalino ka talaga), last week ko lang na realize na may probability pala talaga na ampon ako... WAHHHHHHHHHH
Special thanks to my friend na nagparealize sakin ahehehehehe
As far as I know, pag pinanganak ang isang tao, there are some important things that the hospital would and SHOULD document.
Here are some of them with corresponding ekek...
1) Pangalan - Given na dapat bago pa ipanganak. Pano kaya un kung wala kang
name..bagsak ka sa school kasi not following instructions ka na agad sa quiz
dahil walang pangalan, nde ka din matatawag ng titser mo sa recitation, at
higit nde ka makakapasok sa school (which makes my 2 previous examples walang
kwentang statements... pampahaba lng talaga ng blog wahahahah)
nag try ako mag search ng ibig sabihin ng pangalan ko...eto lagi nalabas sa behindthenames.com
GIRARD was not found in this database.
Baka mali talaga pagka - spell ng nagsulat nun sa birth certificate ko... wat do you think?
Sana masaya ung meaning na mahanap ng Powers team dun sa ibibigay nila sakin sa birthday ko ahehehehe
Kaya maraming tao ang galit sa kanilang mga magulang dahil dito...bute nlng
nde ko kapangalan ang ating national hero natin kung ganun malamang tapos na
ang 10 item suprise quiz sa hayskul nde padin ako tapos mag sulat ng pangalan
ko... JOSE PROTACIO RIZAL MERCADO y REALONDA...tapos madidinig mo nlng sa
background from your teacher "Ok class PASS YOUR PAPERS!!!!!!"
wahahahahahahaha
at least ngayon mabilisan na ang mga pangalan...maswerte ka na kung wala kang nun tinatawag na
left of middle name (nde ko alam tawag dun eh)
e.g. Girard Chris R. Gorospe
bale ung Chris un tinutukoy ko...
pero mas ok na din un kesa babae ka and be named after the 3 major islands of
the Philippines...LUZ VI MINDA ahehehehehe Patriotic
2) Name ng mga isinusumpa mong magulang (as stated above) dahil sa ibinigay nyang pangalan sayo...Yun bang sobrang unique akala tuloy galing sa outer space ung name... DBA (ed)Yel?? wahahahahhahaa
3) Eto ang pinakagusto ko sa lahat... dapat nilalagay talaga ang BirthDAY!!!!! complete with time of Birth, the Place of Birth and of course the YEAR!!!! Kamote naman talaga kasi ung gumawa ng NSO copy ko... kasi naman kung merong year ung sa City Hall of Manila local copy ko, dapat meron din sa kanila...
Tapos hindi ko kamukha c mommy at pader...
Tapos wala akong talent sa pagluluto (na galing sa momy side)...
Tapos wala akong talent sa pag p-paint (na galing sa pader side)...
Tapos ako lang ang may Asthma sa buong pamilya...
Tapos ako lng ang may sipon lagi(kaya malaki ang butas ng ilong ko (ika nga
nila ILONGEST YARD)...
Tapos kamukha ko pa ang tito kong seaman...
Sabi ko na nga ba ampon ako...
Special thanks to my friend na nagparealize sakin ahehehehehe
As far as I know, pag pinanganak ang isang tao, there are some important things that the hospital would and SHOULD document.
Here are some of them with corresponding ekek...
1) Pangalan - Given na dapat bago pa ipanganak. Pano kaya un kung wala kang
name..bagsak ka sa school kasi not following instructions ka na agad sa quiz
dahil walang pangalan, nde ka din matatawag ng titser mo sa recitation, at
higit nde ka makakapasok sa school (which makes my 2 previous examples walang
kwentang statements... pampahaba lng talaga ng blog wahahahah)
nag try ako mag search ng ibig sabihin ng pangalan ko...eto lagi nalabas sa behindthenames.com
GIRARD was not found in this database.
Baka mali talaga pagka - spell ng nagsulat nun sa birth certificate ko... wat do you think?
Sana masaya ung meaning na mahanap ng Powers team dun sa ibibigay nila sakin sa birthday ko ahehehehe
Kaya maraming tao ang galit sa kanilang mga magulang dahil dito...bute nlng
nde ko kapangalan ang ating national hero natin kung ganun malamang tapos na
ang 10 item suprise quiz sa hayskul nde padin ako tapos mag sulat ng pangalan
ko... JOSE PROTACIO RIZAL MERCADO y REALONDA...tapos madidinig mo nlng sa
background from your teacher "Ok class PASS YOUR PAPERS!!!!!!"
wahahahahahahaha
at least ngayon mabilisan na ang mga pangalan...maswerte ka na kung wala kang nun tinatawag na
left of middle name (nde ko alam tawag dun eh)
e.g. Girard Chris R. Gorospe
bale ung Chris un tinutukoy ko...
pero mas ok na din un kesa babae ka and be named after the 3 major islands of
the Philippines...LUZ VI MINDA ahehehehehe Patriotic
2) Name ng mga isinusumpa mong magulang (as stated above) dahil sa ibinigay nyang pangalan sayo...Yun bang sobrang unique akala tuloy galing sa outer space ung name... DBA (ed)Yel?? wahahahahhahaa
3) Eto ang pinakagusto ko sa lahat... dapat nilalagay talaga ang BirthDAY!!!!! complete with time of Birth, the Place of Birth and of course the YEAR!!!! Kamote naman talaga kasi ung gumawa ng NSO copy ko... kasi naman kung merong year ung sa City Hall of Manila local copy ko, dapat meron din sa kanila...
Tapos hindi ko kamukha c mommy at pader...
Tapos wala akong talent sa pagluluto (na galing sa momy side)...
Tapos wala akong talent sa pag p-paint (na galing sa pader side)...
Tapos ako lang ang may Asthma sa buong pamilya...
Tapos ako lng ang may sipon lagi(kaya malaki ang butas ng ilong ko (ika nga
nila ILONGEST YARD)...
Tapos kamukha ko pa ang tito kong seaman...
Sabi ko na nga ba ampon ako...
Clink... Clank..
Two motionless men stood steadily, both in a fierce attacking stance; ready to strike at any single chance or moment. They wore magnificent chest amour: shiny chain mails glittering while it bathed gloriously in the bright rays of sunlight streaming gracefully from the enormous sun, deflecting them off to the wavering eyes of the opponent. Their well-crafted helmets took the shape of gruesome demons, terrifying monstrosities almost beyond human imagination, meant to frighten and distract enemies. Their muscular legs were safely protected with the most efficient of metals while wrapped loosely with iron chains that went clink clank with every pace.
Clink. Clank.
The song of death, they called it. For obvious reasons.
Most beautiful, yet most terrible of their attire was their katanas. Rare and devastating swords that had an everlasting thirst for blood. Widely respected everywhere, it had the dexterity and the bite to slice through tough armor and even human flesh and bone like pure butter in a sudden flash. Although it was always wiped clean to be devoid of blood, the real stains were permanent; it still reeked with the pungent stench of death lingering in the air encircling it.
Such irony, for a blade so beautiful to be so elegant yet so brutal.
Clink. Clank.
Faces remained stern as they shook their boots warily, giving rise to the dreaded Song of Death, as if they were taunting the other warrior to make the first move. Beads of sweat slid down both men’s faces as it drooped down their chins and then dripped towards the dusty ground.
Clink. Clank. Clink. Clank.
The rhythm picked up pace.
Both men gripped their katanas tightly and strode steadily in a circular motion. One warrior, wielding a magnificent katana that glowed a brilliant blue struck to the left, but the other man, who was wielding a glowing red katana, deflected off his blow powerfully. Blue staggered a few paces backwards, shocked by the strength of his opponent, and changed his strategy. He loosened his vice-like grip on his blade and began swirling it in all directions until it formed a fuzzy blur. Red tried to keep up with the pace and parry blow by blow, but once he swung left and blocked Blue’s katana thrust, Blue sliced to the right and slid pass Red’s shoulder, forming a small wound. Red, knowing he had to use a new strategy, treaded backwards to allow himself time to think. Blue didn’t pressurize him but also paced back, signaling a temporary neutral period for rest.
“So, “Blue Lighting” is really as fast as he is reputed to be! You have my regard.” Red laughed.
“Ah, but “Demon-Tongue” is twice as strong as he is thought to be. My regards go to you too.” Blue replied with a slight upwards curve of his lips.
Clink. Clank.
The song of death reminded them of the fact that only one of them would leave his fight alive, and they grew grim and serious once more.
Red gave a mighty strike to his right and did not halt his katana’s push forward even after Blue blocked the blow, forcing Blue to hold on to the block while Red, who had the advantage of strength, pushed on to drag Blue backwards. Blue leaped upwards to an unbelievable height and broke the connection of their katanas by creasing his block. Red, taking the chance, swung forward fiercely but sliced only the dusty air since Blue had already leaped a few meters up towards the sky and landed some distance away.
The lengthy space between them gave rise to another short period of rest.
Clink. Clank.
This was it. One way or another, the fight was going to end.
Red increased his monstrous vice-grip on his katana, and charged forward with his blade raised, bellowing a deafening war cry that shattered the eardrums of his opponent. Blue, however, put a hand on his scabbard while using the other to lift his katana steadily. He slowly closed his eyes, using his instincts to predict where Red was. Then, he got into a fighting stance, with one leg in front of the other, and slid his katana back into the scabbard, still holding on the hilt. As soon as he knew Red was in the correct position, his right arm, still holding the hilt of his katana, slid the blue blade out of its scabbard in a lighting-fast, curved, upward thrust.
From a spectator’s point of view, one would see two still figures. One had both hands gripping tightly around his raised katana and seemed to be charging forward. Behind him was another man, with one hand holding his scabbard and the other clutching the hilt of his blade, which was also raised upwards, as if it had just been unsheathed in a curved motion.
Then, the stillness broke, and Red slumped to the ground, with blood oozing out from him.
Clink. Clank.
Blue turned to gaze at him, victoriously.
“Today, I am the better man. Demon-Tongue.”
Red closed his eyelids and welcomed death that was already seeping into him and his vision. All he heard was the clink clank of the song of death from the footsteps of Blue, staggering away.
Blue careened a few steps until he fell wearily on his knees, clutching tightly a deep wound on his stomach. With perspiration all over him, he turned to stare at Red with a face of disbelief. Knowing that Red had also got the better of him, he sank to the dusty ground painfully, still clutching his stomach with incredulity. Death also forced its way into him, clouding his vision until he could do naught but hear.
Clink. Clank. Clink. Clank.
No one was playing the song of death, but it sang on.
Clink. Clank.
Clink. Clank.
Clink. Clank.
The song of death, they called it. For obvious reasons.
Most beautiful, yet most terrible of their attire was their katanas. Rare and devastating swords that had an everlasting thirst for blood. Widely respected everywhere, it had the dexterity and the bite to slice through tough armor and even human flesh and bone like pure butter in a sudden flash. Although it was always wiped clean to be devoid of blood, the real stains were permanent; it still reeked with the pungent stench of death lingering in the air encircling it.
Such irony, for a blade so beautiful to be so elegant yet so brutal.
Clink. Clank.
Faces remained stern as they shook their boots warily, giving rise to the dreaded Song of Death, as if they were taunting the other warrior to make the first move. Beads of sweat slid down both men’s faces as it drooped down their chins and then dripped towards the dusty ground.
Clink. Clank. Clink. Clank.
The rhythm picked up pace.
Both men gripped their katanas tightly and strode steadily in a circular motion. One warrior, wielding a magnificent katana that glowed a brilliant blue struck to the left, but the other man, who was wielding a glowing red katana, deflected off his blow powerfully. Blue staggered a few paces backwards, shocked by the strength of his opponent, and changed his strategy. He loosened his vice-like grip on his blade and began swirling it in all directions until it formed a fuzzy blur. Red tried to keep up with the pace and parry blow by blow, but once he swung left and blocked Blue’s katana thrust, Blue sliced to the right and slid pass Red’s shoulder, forming a small wound. Red, knowing he had to use a new strategy, treaded backwards to allow himself time to think. Blue didn’t pressurize him but also paced back, signaling a temporary neutral period for rest.
“So, “Blue Lighting” is really as fast as he is reputed to be! You have my regard.” Red laughed.
“Ah, but “Demon-Tongue” is twice as strong as he is thought to be. My regards go to you too.” Blue replied with a slight upwards curve of his lips.
Clink. Clank.
The song of death reminded them of the fact that only one of them would leave his fight alive, and they grew grim and serious once more.
Red gave a mighty strike to his right and did not halt his katana’s push forward even after Blue blocked the blow, forcing Blue to hold on to the block while Red, who had the advantage of strength, pushed on to drag Blue backwards. Blue leaped upwards to an unbelievable height and broke the connection of their katanas by creasing his block. Red, taking the chance, swung forward fiercely but sliced only the dusty air since Blue had already leaped a few meters up towards the sky and landed some distance away.
The lengthy space between them gave rise to another short period of rest.
Clink. Clank.
This was it. One way or another, the fight was going to end.
Red increased his monstrous vice-grip on his katana, and charged forward with his blade raised, bellowing a deafening war cry that shattered the eardrums of his opponent. Blue, however, put a hand on his scabbard while using the other to lift his katana steadily. He slowly closed his eyes, using his instincts to predict where Red was. Then, he got into a fighting stance, with one leg in front of the other, and slid his katana back into the scabbard, still holding on the hilt. As soon as he knew Red was in the correct position, his right arm, still holding the hilt of his katana, slid the blue blade out of its scabbard in a lighting-fast, curved, upward thrust.
From a spectator’s point of view, one would see two still figures. One had both hands gripping tightly around his raised katana and seemed to be charging forward. Behind him was another man, with one hand holding his scabbard and the other clutching the hilt of his blade, which was also raised upwards, as if it had just been unsheathed in a curved motion.
Then, the stillness broke, and Red slumped to the ground, with blood oozing out from him.
Clink. Clank.
Blue turned to gaze at him, victoriously.
“Today, I am the better man. Demon-Tongue.”
Red closed his eyelids and welcomed death that was already seeping into him and his vision. All he heard was the clink clank of the song of death from the footsteps of Blue, staggering away.
Blue careened a few steps until he fell wearily on his knees, clutching tightly a deep wound on his stomach. With perspiration all over him, he turned to stare at Red with a face of disbelief. Knowing that Red had also got the better of him, he sank to the dusty ground painfully, still clutching his stomach with incredulity. Death also forced its way into him, clouding his vision until he could do naught but hear.
Clink. Clank. Clink. Clank.
No one was playing the song of death, but it sang on.
Clink. Clank.
Clink. Clank.
Monday, November 20, 2006
TABACHOY
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:15:20 PM): umuwi kna!..
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:15:20 PM): bgyan mko pasalubong!
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:15:26 PM): haha
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:15:49 PM): lyk dis..
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:15:49 PM): =p
Yard (11/20/2006 5:16:05 PM): anong pasalubong
Yard (11/20/2006 5:16:07 PM): ahehehehee
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:16:14 PM): or lyk dis..
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:16:14 PM): haha
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:16:42 PM): bili ka dw tasty..
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:16:42 PM): haha..
Yard (11/20/2006 5:16:51 PM): meron chocolatte
Yard (11/20/2006 5:16:58 PM): 4 pieces nga lng
Yard (11/20/2006 5:17:07 PM): aehehehe
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:17:17 PM): wow!!
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:17:17 PM): i want that!
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:17:17 PM): yum
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:17:22 PM): hmmmm....
Yard (11/20/2006 5:17:26 PM): STOP
Yard (11/20/2006 5:17:40 PM): ahehehe
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:17:47 PM): hahaha..
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:17:58 PM): i want that!
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:18:04 PM): wuhoo..!
Yard (11/20/2006 5:18:06 PM): maliit lng
Yard (11/20/2006 5:18:09 PM): ahehehehe
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:18:16 PM): kht anu nlng..
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:18:16 PM): ukie na..!
Yard (11/20/2006 5:18:28 PM): tabachoy
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:18:35 PM): khit pizza..
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:18:35 PM): nd pasta..
Yard (11/20/2006 5:18:41 PM): sobra
Yard (11/20/2006 5:18:43 PM): ka
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:18:56 PM): smahan mu narin ng fries..
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:18:56 PM): di nmn aku demanding eh..
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:19:01 PM): bsta wag mu kalimutan ung panulak..
Yard (11/20/2006 5:19:09 PM): amf
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:19:15 PM): okei na rootbeer..
Yard (11/20/2006 5:19:22 PM): tabachoy
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:19:29 PM): wahahahahhaha..
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:15:20 PM): bgyan mko pasalubong!
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:15:26 PM): haha
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:15:49 PM): lyk dis..
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:15:49 PM): =p
Yard (11/20/2006 5:16:05 PM): anong pasalubong
Yard (11/20/2006 5:16:07 PM): ahehehehee
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:16:14 PM): or lyk dis..
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:16:14 PM): haha
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:16:42 PM): bili ka dw tasty..
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:16:42 PM): haha..
Yard (11/20/2006 5:16:51 PM): meron chocolatte
Yard (11/20/2006 5:16:58 PM): 4 pieces nga lng
Yard (11/20/2006 5:17:07 PM): aehehehe
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:17:17 PM): wow!!
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:17:17 PM): i want that!
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:17:17 PM): yum
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:17:22 PM): hmmmm....
Yard (11/20/2006 5:17:26 PM): STOP
Yard (11/20/2006 5:17:40 PM): ahehehe
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:17:47 PM): hahaha..
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:17:58 PM): i want that!
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:18:04 PM): wuhoo..!
Yard (11/20/2006 5:18:06 PM): maliit lng
Yard (11/20/2006 5:18:09 PM): ahehehehe
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:18:16 PM): kht anu nlng..
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:18:16 PM): ukie na..!
Yard (11/20/2006 5:18:28 PM): tabachoy
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:18:35 PM): khit pizza..
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:18:35 PM): nd pasta..
Yard (11/20/2006 5:18:41 PM): sobra
Yard (11/20/2006 5:18:43 PM): ka
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:18:56 PM): smahan mu narin ng fries..
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:18:56 PM): di nmn aku demanding eh..
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:19:01 PM): bsta wag mu kalimutan ung panulak..
Yard (11/20/2006 5:19:09 PM): amf
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:19:15 PM): okei na rootbeer..
Yard (11/20/2006 5:19:22 PM): tabachoy
Ginky Gorospe (11/20/2006 5:19:29 PM): wahahahahhaha..
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