Monthly Archive for June, 2004

They’re coming….

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on June 29, 2004
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I don’t know what the hell these friggin’ ants are doing to my computer… they’re flocking my desktop like a bunch of… umm… ants. They seem to be going straight to inside my keyboard via the cable. I’ve tried cleaning it a few times before… but they still come! I’ve killed so many of them already, good thing it STILL isn’t a crime. Haha.

Mass murderer-wannabe?

…only to these damn insects… I hope they don’t get any bigger soon. It gets pretty annoying to kill those crawling around my monitor, believe me. Arrgggh! The last time I saw insects crawling around was during my stay at our place in Bataan, where my lolo’s TV was overrun by insects of all kinds… and there were no ants.

I need to find the source… I’ll post more pictures of dead ants soon.

Comin’ atcha.

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eehgow
on June 28, 2004
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Did this on Adobe PS last night while I was waiting for my downloads to finish. Egan was the best fish I got — “shet ang yabang ng dating. ang galing mo sa visual communications…”. I don’t know if I just caught him in a REALLY good mood (for reasons known to some of us. Hehe.) or if it really was the truth. IF twas the former, thank a higher being for the butterflies and the bees! Haha… otherwise, I’ll think he’s just trying to make up for his no-show last Saturday.

Anyhow, I felt so damn gooooood knowing that… and that it came from him. Thanks, dude. (BTW, Egan’s that B&W strip to my left.)

Also, I want to congratulate Egan & Bry. Good luck on the path you both are taking! Just don’t forget to stop from time to time and smell the roses. Yihee!Ü Oh, Bry’s a girl… if you were wondering.

They came, we saw, and I had coffee.

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eehgow
on June 27, 2004
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To say that I had fun last night would be an understatement.

After two cases of beer, the team of Anton, Remi, Dave, Deszie, Ryan, Eins, Candz & me called it quits. Everybody was drunk… and the usual symptoms of wastedness were evident: Remi snuck out, offering to take Eins to Rotonda… Deszie was dacing all over the place, going back and forth the computer to replay Usher’s Burn… Anton was flashing his tongue around toting a plastic fork like an EDSA 3 rallyist… Ryan was taking pictures of everybody… while I, well, I was spectating. How could I remember if I wasn’t sober at all, right?

After taking Candz home (Tondo. Believe me, it isn’t anything similar to what you see on TV. It’s worse.), we got coffee. Roxas Blvd.’s southbound lane was closed coz of baybreak (yeah, that big a crowd), so we decided to take a stroll around Malate. It felt like going through Baclaran on a Wednesday. I was trying to remember the last time I’ve been there… everything looked new, though it still had that homey feel to it… I can say I miss it.

Dave was already sleeping (as usual) when we got back. I got on the computer and logged on to undernet. 3am, the coffee and alcohol inside me kicked in. That’s probably the reason why I they don’t make alcoholic coffee… or vice versa (Hmm. Caffeinated Alchohol? Idea!).

T’was only after seeing the pictures from last night that I realized I was wearing red, too.

Play.

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eehgow
on June 25, 2004
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It’s been two days since I left my house for my aunt’s place somewhere in Parañaque. I did some techie stuff for her dotcom website. Rewind.

First Day. The day-long layouting and testing of the online newsletter. Good thing I wasn’t able to get some decent sleep the night before… yet I was still able to come up with something you thought came from a bigtime dotcom. Check it out here. At around 12AM, I was down and out…

The next morning I woke up at around 8AM… sign that my body clock’s gradually going back to its normal, un-laggy state. After having breakfast, twas back to work. This time with a letterhead design and a calling card design later on. Fast forward.

Pause. I’ve managed to keep a constant connection to the net despite of the service that auto-disconnects every 4 hours. While working, I switch windows to irc, friendster, and YM… probably the reason why everything took so long to finish. I was hit by that Prayer of Death bulletin board message 3 times… someone even sent it back. Whoever started that bull, I’m not liking a single bit of it… and you’re horse crap.

Stop. I feel so drained after everything. My aunt’s a backseat driver… and I, as much as possible, don’t like to be watched while working. I’d be back here next Monday. And probably I’d get tired of her watching while I work or she gets tired watching me work… hmm, whichever comes first, the quitter’s gonna be the winner. Haha. Okay. I’m in no place to argue about this. Since it is, in fact, my line of work. But I need good pay. And I’m getting it from Convergys… I hope.

Going later this evening to Studio23’s bay break. Hope everyone comes: Dave, the going-at-it-solo birthday boy — who, inspite of his plans to do so, was still invited to come with us; Egan, the Casanova-incarnate — who… um, well.. errr… I’d rather not tell… hehe; Anton, the boy who cried “Break na kame!” — who’d most probably be my date; Rey, the call (center) boy — the only one in our barkada that is earning himself a living right now; Remi, the security boy — whose daily planner only has the same one line eeeeeeveryday: WATCH OVER COMPUTER SHOP; and me.., the [INSERT SELF-DEPRECATING ADJECTIVE HERE] boy — who’d be the first to know.

…eject.

Candy Overload.

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on June 20, 2004
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That’s last night in a nutshell.

After that long walk from the flyover to Citibank Tower, and after a few bruises I managed to acquire, we found ourselves brushing elbows with different kinds of people. The rich, high class people were congregating amongst themselves around the clubs and bars; the mid class enjoying world music at a gig at the center of the walk; and the “jologs” (I’m so sorry, it has to be THAT word) class, slam dancing to their deaths behind the Mcdo parking lot where (yes, you guessed it) rock bands where playing.You can’t say that you’ve been to a rock concert without getting hit by an empty water bottle, or some random fist; and then smell REALLY bad afterwards… you get the picture.

Twas a good thing Kuya Arvin invited us to get our alcohol fix… we found an empty table just outside Seattle’s Best where they set up a tent of some sort. Around 11PM, heavy rain started pouring down… and everybody was squeezing themselves under the tent. The stage at the center collapsed, pouring water onto the obviously dazed crowd. And, of course, everybody started to cheer. How Filipino. Haha. Only then that we realized, every gig set on an open field will be forced to stop. Oh well.

It was only after the rain that we got ourselves the reward we deserve after all that walking. Wet bodies soon emerged. Females… and as Anton put it, it was “sleeping time” coz everybody was wearing what seemed to be nighties to him. I leave something for you to imagine. Haha.

I’m at a loss of words as I’m doing this, I guess I’m too busy trying to recall everything we saw last night. Eye Candy. Our necks ached the following morning. And Anton kept on bugging me about this girl, whom from hereon we shall refer to as Pink Wet Cutie (Okay. It sounds sleazy. But heck, she was wearing a pink blouse and she was wet allover, plus she was cute.), who we saw as were buying beer from the Mexicali stall (“D’you guys have beer?” Gawd, Ear Candy.) — if you, PWC, by any chance happen to read this, tag me something on my messageboard. It would help if you had any contact details with it. :)

Anton: “Babalik ako dito… Panalo, pucha. Basta may wheels. Talo ka lang sa pag-commute e.”

I couldn’t agree more, dude…