Damn, I'm really feeling a bit down right now. But of course there is always a silver lining to every situation. My boss is about to resign from the company. tomorrow would be her last day. well technically monday would be her last day but heck, if I know her, she should have saved a leave for that day...

Happy Birthday Sir Bobit. Last night we celebrated Sir Bobit’s birthday. He treated us to Itallianis at Greenbelt2. We had such a blast, but the night had it’s ups and downs for me.

Let’s start with the downside. Sir Bobit was the ultimate host; he would rather overspend than to leave his guests short and craving for more food. It was always a feast whenever he would treat anyone. The bad thing about it was, there were lot’s of sumptuous, mouthwatering food. As luck would have it I am currently going on a diet, and it was my fourth day to avoid taking in solid food. My target was to go five straight days without having anything solid, so I would be damned if I broke it with so little hours left. Okay, honestly speaking I gave in, taking in 3 leaves of lettuce and four bits of tomatoes, everybody happy? Still as I am writing this it is my last day to go without solid intake, and even if nobody will recognize that I have shed a little weight, I am still proud that I attained what I wanted to do. But I still wish I could have tasted the free desserts they offered for our birthday celebrant.

So let’s go on to the fun part. Of course everybody missed everybody. We were roaring as we were getting updates on everyone’s status and lives. Eventually we got the best news; Mam Cel would be getting married in December, congratulations… Everybody was cheering and geering as we remembered the good old JADGC days.

But the fun really started when the Itallianis crew sang a number on Sir Bobit. They were singing and dancing till we almost dropped off our seats because we were laughing so hard. Really had fun, Sir Bobit, Happy Birthday again, and may you have many more to come.

Side write: Feeling down and up today, heard news that my bro would soon be leaving for the states. Really happy for him and his significant other Lee, but of course I would really miss him a lot.

Here is a funny thought: you start out trying to become one with each other, always trying to be together, you are always regarded as a couple and never as a individual. Then after you break up, you try so hard to forget your significant other, you try to forget that there was ever been the two of you, and always say there was only you. People would often ask how come there is only you? Where is your other half? And then you shrink down and tell them the story. You end up reliving the thing you are trying to forget. The sad part about it is that you get keeping teased over the incident.

So how long does it take for you to finally say I’m over with my past relationship? Well everybody has their own opinion, but here are some examples. I’ve read in an issue of readers digest, it will take you a month of recovery for every week the two of you were together. I almost believed that since I have this friend that it took her more than two years to get over somebody she has been with for barely a month. She would cry for that period, and even carry the torch over into her next relationship (talk about a rebound boyfriend). Still this was not applicable for all; I also have a friend that it only took her barely three months to start dating again, coming off a relationship that lasted for more than 3 years. Makes you think now, do the length of the relationship dictate the length of recovery, or does the amount love your former significant other has for you that does?

So how can you tell? When you simply can be reminded, and not be affected, negatively at least. You can go on and laugh whenever you reminisce. When you finally realize that life will go on, and it is not the end of the world as you have been feeling. When you can say that the break up was not an end, but a beginning, a renewed opportunity; finally you can say that I have moved on.

I then recall some of my friends that have gone through the same situation. The tragedy of these break ups is that very seldom can you see that the individuals move on at the same time. Often the latter would suffer more than the first to move on. I have this friend that his ex-gf moved on before he did. Yup, it seems that the girl was moving on, before she even let go. That’s why after the break up, she was doing great while the guy was doing all the suffering. Taken from a friend of mine: “una-unahan lang yan… nauna ako kasi di ko kakayanin pag nauna siya…”

Sad as it may sounds, that was partly correct, it id\s the latter who will suffer. And it is much easier to move on if both of you are still recovering. Because I believe even when you’re almost over, and you suddenly realize your x-S.O. has already moved on ahead of you, then you suddenly come crashing down again.

Well, if ever this happens to you, you come into a relationship baring all, never leaving anything for yourself. So don’t be surprised if you end up with nothing and your x-S.O. ends up with everything you could have hoped for.

Damn, I had a fun week especially the weekend. It was what Brian would call it “The Bomb”… after coming from a very relaxing weekend; it was a hell of a week for me…

Let’s start with Wednesday evening… Nico was the bomb, Nico was introduced to me Raf and Rj, he’s an event organizer and definitely a mad rapper… he organized this party at NOCOVO BAR beside ABS-CBN Studios, and it was the bomb… had blazin sounds and phat chicks, the hard part about it was the party started at around midnight, and of course I still had work the following day.

Anyway, even though I wanted to go home early, Nico made sure that he delivered every reason for me to stay… How can you go so early when it was an open bar for our group, talk about drowning in beer… and of course his significant other, bunny, always saw me as a “blowjob” (for those green-minded peeps, blowjob is a flaming shot comprised of khalua, baileys and vodka) fanatic; thus always graving for a shot…

BlowJob... 

Then came Friday night… it was a bit of a boy’s night out… Nico, Rj, Raef and me went out for the first time… we started off the night by having dinner at Aysee’s, sobrang panalo food pare, pati presyo… then we went to bigshot, laro konti… kantiawan ng konti, nuod ng konti… inom ng konti… eventually we got bored fast, then our godfather Nico, took us to dreams bar in timog, damn, this guy is so popular, that he got us in free… he hooked us up with the event organizer, then suddenly we were on the guest list… Partied until morning… bigat talaga ng manager naming… hehe…

Here’s the funny thing, after I got home, I changed clothes, took a short shower and then dropped to bed… when I woke up it was about noon that Saturday, I received an sms from Raef, I almost forgot that cast was going to celebrate his birthday that day… So Raef went to my house and we went off to market market… we met up with cast, lynn, howard, vic and eventually dru and Julius… cast treated us to an all you can eat buffet in “kamay kainan”… damn the food was great… the only regret that I have that night was me and Raef discovered that there was tempura being offered when we were already full… I promise you my stomach almost blew up after that meal, thus the reason why I’m back to my diet again… haha…

Anyway, after that we went to pier one at the fort… had a few bottles, then cast made my night complete, we tried every possible shooter they had… we had blowjob (my favorite), flaming Ferrari, B-52, and unfortunately sex on beach… damn of course blowjob was the best, and B-52 was almost similar to blowjob, the flaming Ferrari on the other hand was really tough (alam mo iyon ang tama), then damn we had sex on beach… that shot was purely nasty… it looked like you are drinking a toilet detergent, and tastes like drinking mouthwash… never again will I drink that shit…

But the best part of the night was when we were about to order some drinks, might I remind you that we are celebrating cast’s 22^nd birthday… we were about to order when the waitress asked cast for some ID… we were all hung up on the idea, that I had to ask her if she was serious, twice!!!! Hehehe, it seems that she saw cast as a minor… bwahahaha, ibang klase ka pare… I never figured a 22 year old being asked for some identification, maybe an 18 or 19 year old, but never someone over 20 let alone 22… but it was a blast…

Also, I somehow feel blue about Sunday’s game, DLSU versus FEU… we had the chance to win, but certain circumstances showed that it was not meant to be… heck, at least we were not buried, and it came to a point where we almost led…

Can’t wait for this coming weekend… oh and please pray for me… going through a trial right now, five days without solid intake… made through one day already only four more days to go… I should have joined the competition biggest loser, hehe…till next time…

Had just gotten off a very long weekend, and it was quite exquisite for me… you see since February, my weekend was limited to a single day, with seldom exceptions that I have to utilize my Sunday for work, and my weekend dissolves, and the week carries over… thus I go on to a very long week, can you imagine going into a 14 day week… :D

Anyway, my Saturday was pretty light, went to work for four hours, went home, enjoyed EAT BULAGA… hehe, later that day, played “tongits” with our help… also shot down a couple of brandy shots, just to ease the night cap…

The next morning I was so relaxed that I decided to sleep into the morning… I got up at around 2 pm, and as usual I was left home alone, everyone else left to get some groceries…

If it wasn’t for my empty stomach and full gal bladder I would have opted to sleep another 20 hours, but I badly needed to get up… Again I had to conjure up my own meal, but this time I was not left bare… I found some instant noodles, and to my surprise it was carbonara… (TIBAY!!!) hehe, but I didn’t want this to be a simple pasta, so I prepared the carbonara, placed it in a baking dich, covered it with cheese and bread crumbs, and layered several strips of bacon… popped it into the ove, and baked it until the bacon was golden crisp, and the cheese was augratin… (hehe, got that one from ICE… thanks a lot ;)… ) and it was simply exquisite, maybe it’s not fancy, but it was heaven to me, and how I wish I could give you a taste…

Enough of my lunch, let’s talk about dinner… I just realized that it has been a long time since I prepared a full meal, and I think that Sunday was the prefect opportunity… I made some vegetables in oyster sauce, English pink salmon, and broiled chicken in white mushroom sauce… hehe, and I was glad that I pleased my audience, well I don’t think that my family had any other choice anyway… but I think they did coz my brother had 3 servings of rice… hehe…

So enough about food, let’s turn to what really made my weekend great… Monday a holliday was the prefect opportunity for me to do what I always wanted tinker around my BABY… hehe, it has been a long while since I paid much attention to her…

Anyway so I planned  a long list of things I wanted to do for her, but I suddenly realized something, it is financially and physically exhausting to do so… hehe… It ate my whole Monday, and five hours was not enough… I mean I didn’t even finish everything I sought to do…

Let’s see, my top priorities was to change my tail light, dome light and get her an oil change… then maybe if there’s time left, maybe under coating and sana mahilamusan na… But back to reality, I don’t have the financial capability, and changing the tail light and dome light took me five hours to do so... changing the tail light was a breeze, finished it in 10 minutes tops… but that damn dome light took like forever… mounting the dome light was a bitch… also the pathetic part of it was I had blown two fuses, one for the dome light and the other was for the hazard… finally after installing the tail, I discovered that my reverse light was malfunctioning, and after tinkering for about an hour, it was the connection in the transmition that had the problem, and it seems, that I have to bring it down to fix it… after five grueling hours, and about five gallons of sweat, haha, I finally finished it, although I did not have enough time to get her a change oil, but it was well worth it… check out my BABY…

            I take my cue from the campaigning politicians, especially the descendants and party members of the former President ERAP… “Itaguyod ang MASANG Pilipino…”; “Ako ay magiging makamasang presidente…”; “Nagsalita na ang MASA, baba na Gloria”

            P!@#$%inang masa yan… sino ba sila..?!?! I can’t believe that I am hearing this. It has been imperative for a politician to lift up the poverty in our country for them to have a chance of grabbing a seat in the government. It is this dogma that made the lower class E and D the dictator of our future leaders. They are the majority voters, and because of this I somehow believed that PGMA had to rig the 2004 to win, but the sad thing about it is, that I am actually proud she did…

            I mean how come these people, the same people who gathered in Makati on July 13, 2005, the same people who went to the so called EDSA 3, should be heard by the government, and should be granted their plea?

            Look at the logic of this situation, the mere fact that these people are out in the streets during weekdays, for the whole day tells us that they are unemployed, more so, they are employed by the activists and rally organizers. If they have day jobs, then they would not be out there, because nobody can afford to lose a day’s pay especially with our type of salary level. People would rather work, inside the office, sit in their chair, inside the air-conditioned office, rather than stand under the sun the whole day, and stressing your vocal chords shouting…

            Besides, these people are the reason why we, the middle class, cannot have a good life. Did you know that 80 percent of the students studying in public schools have parents that do not pay taxes? This means that we, yes WE, are paying for their education, and THEY are always shouting this is not enough… the government should be giving more…

            I am going to die working, so that my children can go to a private school, because there are very few credible public schools, and still their facilities can be considered below average quality. Why? Because 8 students must make do of the money they receive from one tax payer. Let’s face it education in public schools is not only budgeted, “pero tinitipid, at pinipilit ipagkasya…”

Can you imagine yourself, you decide to limit your children, because the cost of living is too high, yet you are obliged to pay for the education, hospital bills, and other humane rights of people who does not even work? That is down right unfair.

            I hear in the news, an activist shouting: “kinukurakot niyo ang pera ng bansa, kinukurakot niyo ang pera namain…” Wait, it is not their money, it is the government’s money, it is the tax payer’s money… Sa atin nangagaling ang pera na nilalagay sa kaban ng bayan… bakit ba sila nagrereklamo eh ni minsna di naman sila naglagay ng kontribusyon… We are being forced to contribute; actually we already contribute even before we receive our pay slips. We can always forfeit our health, because the doctor’s check up is too expensive, but we cannot afford to miss our financial contribution to our government.

            We are the ones who keep this country above water, we are the fuel for this country, and we, yes ONLY WE, the tax payers, should be choosing our leaders, and deciding how and where our country will go.

            So I plea to the bleeding middle class workers and certified taxpayers, this is our right not theirs. They live in the means of our money, and they hold rallies that only make our lives more miserable, because we cannot go to work.

            Government and politicians, whether incumbent or campaigning, heath my word, take care of the people that gives you the capability to run the government, or else, even you yourselves would be left with nothing. Listen not to the many, but always listen to the vital few. Many may call me an elitist, or they may even see me as “matapobre”, but what I am sure of is that we have been treated unfairly long enough. The laws of gravity must catch up to everyone sooner or later, I still believe in karma…

   Who said men can't cook? All it takes is enough hunger, and some ingenuity and voila... a sumptuous meal for a hungry growing, calorie burning man.

   It was a hot, balmy sunday afternoon. The sun shines in my eyes, jolting my brain and suddenly waking me up. Irub my eyes, trying to get a clear vision of the wall clock. Damn it was already three in the afternoon. Talk about hangovers and oversleeping. Well, I wouldn't call it much of oversleeping since when I closed my eyes, the sun was already up, and the cocks, were already tired of crowing... hehe... A Bachelor's life, you got to love it...

   Anyway, you might have noticed that I have missed two meals already breakfast and lunch, so by the time I woke up, my stomach was already growling. And if you have seen me, you would agree that it is not such a good idea to make me hungry...

   So I looked around for food. Unfortunately I was left home alone, with no food at all, not even "bigas". Cooking was never a problem for me, the thing was the cupboard was almost bare, and I was not in the mood to order food outside, I badly need some home cooked meal... I was too tired and not in the mood to go out and buy food to go. Besides the DLSU-ADMU game was about to start, and like any green blooded archer, I was not about to miss that for anything....

   So I tried to scrounge up all the food I could find, and all I got were: a dozen eggs, one can of spam spread, half clove of garlic, a bulb of white onion, half a stick of butter, half quart of milk, and the best ingredient - instant mashed potatoes mix...

   I was really proud to be able to make a meal out of this, I used the can os spam spread as the filling for a fluffy omelet, made some mashed potatoes, and some crispy onion rings...

   So I got this name from my batch mate, Jiewei. Godbless him wherever he may be, he was the nicest guy in our batch and I would testify to that, and I assume so does anyone else. Anyway, I was asking him to give me a chines name. Take note there are three major dialects in chinese, as far as I know, Fukien, Mandarin and Cantonese.

   Anyway I asked him to give me a chinese name in Fukien. So he gave me  different names for me to choose from. The thing was he gave me names I could hardly pronounce let alone write, and let alone remember.

   So here's what he did. He gave me three chinese characters, actually only two because the first and the second is taken as a single character, that when you read it, you pronounce my nickname, "OJEE". The characters were simple and easy to remember so I took it in. Thanks bro, good job, good looking out.  

   Damn this game is so cool. For puzzle-maniacs like me, for those who loved playing resident evil not because of the guns and zombies but because of solving the puzzles then I highly recommend this. This is a series of room puzzles by Takagashi. Basically there are three rooms: the crimson room (red room), the viridian room (red room 2), and the blue chamber.

   The story starts off by you, being trapped in a room. You click around finding ojects, and then you must figure out how to use these objects to get out of the room.

   You need patience and a little luck to figure these rooms out. Although there are available cheats online, I suggest you don't use them as you will forfeit the satisfaction of achieveing the label of an "escaper".

   Anyway if there are still those of you who lack the patience, you don't need to look far, just e-mail me or leave me a tag, and I will gladly e-mail you a walkthrough on how to get out of each of the room.

   Just click on the yellow tittles to play the rooms.

   I'm not here to give a litany about another idealistic topic, let's move on to something more fun. I want you to check this website http://n.ethz.ch/student/mkos/pinguin.swf and play baseball with the penguin.

   I have been playing this game for about a month now. And  I have set two records I want you to break. The first record is hittin the penguin so hard to make it fly as far away as you could. The second record is hitting the penguin so soft, making it fly as near as you could, of course having the distance greater than zero.

   My record is 332.8 for the farthest, and 64.1 for the shortest. Have fun. Oh and e-mail me at kowtz@yahoo.com, a screenshot if ever you break a record. Check back soon for more blogs.

A person asked me once if I preferred Magic or Companionship.... I don't know what Farrah was thinking then but what I do know is I prefer both, although that may be asking too much, still it will be my eternal bliss...

Magic is a wonderful thing. It is the butterfly in your stomachs, it is the fireworks in the sky, it is the reason why you cannot sleep at night, because you are simply wondering if the person you like is thinking of you too...

I met this person today, god damn did he ever tick me off... he was so selfish, so insensitive... he would throw a fit if you forgot about him, but the thing is, the next time he does'nt need you anymore he bails on, you're probably off his list until he needs soemthing from you again...

no one falls in love by CHOICE, it is by CHANCE

no one stays in love by CHANCE, it is by WORK

and no one falls out of love by CHANCE, it is by

CHOICE...

But there are cases where you have to think about this. There are situations where it is too complicated, there are situations that you risk so much. You are not sure if the outcome will be beneficial to you, you are not sure that there will be a happy ending, you are even not sure that you won't get hurt; but you are so sure that if you don't do this, you will regret it for the rest of your life...

Conversations of friendship and love:

Friendship: You know that I always come first before you…

Love: But there is no need for you when I am already here…

Friendship: Oh I am always needed when you put tears in someone’s eyes…

Love: Only, when you are on the hearts of those who does not have me…

Friendship: Of course, for those who have me sometimes deter from admitting you…

Love: But remember, when I come, you leave, and when I leave, often times you can never come back…

- kowtz

November issue ko... hahaha...

Have you ever had the feeling of being flushed off your self? I mean, in a matter of a few seconds, your whole body collapses… your morale plummets from a 100 feet above you and crashes down to GOD knows where, but you are sure it is lower than you can ever take… your eyes start to hurt, it dries up… your muscles start to tighten… your body temperature suddenly rises like hell (I do mean like 40 C)… in a span of 3 seconds your whole world turns to shit… it leaves you in a state where you just want to shout out loud, because you will explode if you don’t… still, no amount of cursing will do any good…

I tell you, ignorance is bliss… I envy the people who have this… you see I have this knack of knowing things… it’s not that I am inclined to gossips… gossips are hearsay, what I know are the facts… sometimes I tend to know too much for my own good… I found out something that I shouldn’t have; something that I regret knowing off, something that I am definitely better of ignoring…

Damned, I am damned today, I never felt this bad since more than 2 years ago… funny, they say lightning does not strike twice in the same place… but in this case it definitely did… only now, I believe it has hit me harder this time around…

I am dead… and now the one who killed me is kicking me in the back… striking me like I did something horrendous against it… and what hurts the most is it seems that people see that it was my fault… that I deserve all the agony I am taking right now… maybe they are right, maybe I am right, but all the answers to these questions were already answered by GOD… 1 Corinthians 13:4-7

Listen up, shonuff you have been where now Im at,

Blisterin feet, hot temper, got monkeys on my back…

The bitches TC, (haha) hilarious when I remember,

They’ve been itchin to whack me, way since September…

It feels good to have this kind of ethereal power,

Giving them misery, hear my name, they quickly shudder…

This is my purpose in life; this is why I breathe,

To annoy these fuckin TCs, much like a disease…

One of these bitches is constantly island hoppin,

Where does she get the greens, her dad earns 30 k sumthin…

Oh yeah, big old dad works in the cost cutting government,

Maybe that’s where they get the cash, graft and embezzlement…

But listen little boys and girls, I was put here for a better reason,

Check the season, Ive been missin the life Ive envisioned…

Watch me, Im in a steep decision, trapped in a junction,

Left, or right; the world is spinning, I have this delusion…

Holler!!! Hold up hold up… take a minute to reflect…

I ain’t trippin if suddenly I have lotsa self-respect…

Suddenly, you can watch me smiling, watch me flyin…

Now I got a long list of ice I really need to be buyin…

Everybodys looking for that thing to make them complete,

Something that always makes you smile coz your happy legit…

From dusk till dawn you be seein her face and nothing else…

Unfortunately you aint the groom, when she rings the wedding bells…

Open your eyes in the morning; sip some mocha frap size tall…

Raise your eyebrow, have a little of my caramel Belgian waffle…

My heart is crazy pumpin, she got me twisted up in the game…

I don’t know what to do, but without her, I wont be the same…

Damn, Lord please give me the strength to walk another mile…

Coz right now, Im getting it from the person who makes me smile…

But I know this strength will have to come to an end soon…

I just hope I wont be left alone, in the corner with nothing but gloom…

Realization comes into as an illusion and hallucination, still I have a clear vision, it is my mission to understand that it's just infatuation and not a true gratification of my heart's position, and if she won't understand our situation and my decision, then this will mark the start of my eternal damnation