Cold-EEZE to Put My Nose at Ease

i’m suck­ing on some quigley cold-eeze lozenges while writ­ing this. the most that i know and could say about these are that they taste damn good. how good?…you may ask. imag­ine jovan suck­ing on them like they are werther’s orig­i­nal—one after the oth­er. so, if you think you have the symp­toms of a cold or cur­rent­ly have it, i sug­gest get­ting a box of these. they are: non-sedat­ing; cher­ry fla­vored; all nat­ur­al; and clni­cal­ly proven to reduce “the dura­tion and sever­i­ty of the com­mon cold.” (wow, it’s like a com­mer­cial gone bad).

any­ways, i’m going to take a shot…err 2 table­spoons of SavOn nyquil-like cold med­i­cine again—woohoo, i’ma get fad­ed again, and freakin’ get up & pee every hour (b/c i drank anoth­er gal­lon of water in 2 hours). as soon as i do that, i’ll pro­l­ly going to crash. there­fore, i should do my last minute stuff for today before that. “i cre­at­ed a mon­s­ta…” yes folks, this freakin’ site has been grow­ing and chang­ing every day. well, at least the blogs and shit like that. “test­ing, atten­tion please…” i know some of the parts of the site that work, so please… if you have gone to a bro­ken link or some­thing along those lines, please email me. you can click on the bot­tom-right (let­ter) icon of the main page. it will open a form for you to fill out. easy as 1 2 3…

i woke hel­la ear­ly today, exclud­ing the time i got up to take anoth­er dose of cold med­i­cine, and laid on my bed for lit­er­al­ly 30 min­utes; just chill­in’ and lookin’ up at the wood beneath jevon’s bunk. i noticed that one of the sup­port beams were kin­da of place; so i straight­ened that out. man, you would­n’t know what coul­da hap­pen if that shit slipped.

a lit­tle his­to­ry about the bunk that jevon and i are using to sleep. it was my tony’s, my for­mer roomie, child­hood fur­ni­ture. it was built by his uncles with wood from home depot, or the home build­ing store back in the days. fast-for­ward­ing to the future, i’ll describe to you briefly the first time that it gave out. well, it was sum­mer time and tony & julie came home from the philip­pines. quick info: tony is a PBA play­er for Shell Veloc­i­ty in the PI, and julie is tony’s wifey—she’s also a gangs­ta from “cas­tle parke” hood of irvine. any­ways, tony vis­it­ed 916 vene­to (san­ta maria apts.) to chill w/ rex and i. to get to the point, i was sit­ting on my desk try­ing to code or some­thing, and tony & rex were sit­ting on my bed (the bot­tom bunk). decid­ing to fool around (kaba board people—they close like that haha), them fools sat on the very edge of the bed. sec­onds lat­ers… *crash*boom*bit* like a drunk hit­ting the cement hard—the bot­tom bunk’s beams gives out.

from that moment on, even though it’s rein­forced with steel braces now, i am still scared that freakin’ jevon might decide to have fun and dance on his bunk to the music of frank sinatra—yes, he lis­tens to his music…why do you think he’s from tor­rance? (

…look jevon an emoti­con smi­lie) any­ways, there are more fun­ny, hillar­i­ous and amaz­ing sto­ries about this bunk bed than you think… they will be told in the future—so stay tuned and keep fol­low­ing the blogs.

as for thurs­day, sex­ay SUPERSTAR lil­ly (who works VERY, VERY HARD at her job) along with a cou­ple of friends and i (and maybe some roomies) are going to kick it at beni­hana’s for their $1.95 sushi hand rolls around the late after­noon. man, last time we went… we pro­l­ly ate 5–6 pieces each—it was DAMN GOOD and CHEAP! so check ’em out, they are locat­ed in most areas where they need them. just make sure you save space in your tum­my and to bring your friends along—because it’s nev­er fun stuff­ing them suck­ers down one-by-one-by-one…

as for the nightlife…we’ll see what the rolls bring; either: “#1.5”, “#2”, sleep, bowl­ing at irvine lanes for $1.75/game, or watch a movie. if it was going to be a movie, i’ll pro­l­ly go and watch mr.deeds again—why? because it was “WICKED!” (see my pre­vi­ous post about it on “Fri­day July 12, 2002”)…

otay…“suppa ugley, …damn you look­ing good, all ten of ya”… i’m get­ting too car­ried away with this, so i’m going to save it and take a swig of that SavOn nyquil-like cold med­i­cine. on the road to fad­ed­ness, sher­win sign­ing off on the unos and the dos-ses? nm, till next time… stay up playas ;p

blogs, teens, and the web

holy crap… i was just surf­ing the web when it struck me. most of the teens today don’t do what the teens in my gen­er­a­tion do. i mean, holy crap… these foo­lios can freak­ing run cir­cles around today’s “top” web­site design­ers… i don’t know what it is man, but teens are just get­ting geeked out now. i mean, most of the girls’ sites i went to have like web­cams, por­tals, and shiznits like that—enough for O’Reil­ly to write anoth­er book; they would pro­l­ly call it, “Gen­er­a­tion W”—for web. take a look around, search for words that con­tain dif­fer­ent caps or ‘s’ for z’s, 4 for a’s, etc… you’ll see what i’m talk­ing about.

but any­ways, what the heck… don’t they have bet­ter things to do? i mean, if you are seksay…play on playa; if not, go to col­lege first and grow up like “nor­mal” kids /teens do—you know: house par­ties, under­age drink­ing, smok­ing out, ditch­ing school, going to import showoffs, etc.

i dun­no… i might be talk­ing out of my ass because some of them fools have bet­ter coding/design skil­lls than most peo­ple (like me)—props to them for being young, tal­ent­ed, and badass. maaaan. i was 14 or 15 when i got my first com­put­er, which was a 486x25Mhz with freakin’ 8mb of ram and a 36.6k modem. it was the AOhell gold­en days. all you do with the inter­net is look at porn sites or try to hookup on chan­nels like #pinaypinoy, #sexyflips, #foine­flips or #40somet—i mean…yah 🙂

what you think? am i the only one that notice the html cor­rup­tion on today’s youths or what? leave a comment…because this is freakin’ out­ra­geous and unbe­liev­able… (shit…damn smart ass­es)… *and i’m still sick*

oh no! the water

so i woke up ear­ly today due to me hav­ing to get and blow my nose off. i went to the bath­room, blew my nose and made pee. after wet­ting my hands and putting soap (dial btw) on it, the faucet stopped work­ing. so i checked the bath­tub’s too and that did­n’t work. so i then went to the main bath­room (john­john’s, jon’s, and keno’s) and theirs did­n’t give me a sin­gle drop as well. so, need­ing to get my hands rid off the soap… i went to the kitchen. YES, you know it… see­ing a clean but wet bowl filled with CLEAN water… i just dipped my hands in there and washed the soap off—BOYSCOUT stylez bay­bee!!!. i smelled it after­wards, and it was like wash­ing my hands regularly—i lucked out this time.

so… that was my adven­ture, so far, in the day. how about you?

amazing fact or fiction

wow! today was real­ly an awak­en­ing. i’ve been walk­ing and seek­ing for knowl­edge for 23 years on this earth, and fuck­ing peo­ple think they hel­la know the “me”. well, you’re in for a big sur­prise! peo­ple grow, peo­ple go, …shit, keep that in mind. if some­things just don’t add up, please don’t make an assump­tion in know­ing the whole truth… because all you get is bull­shit and the crack addict on the street ask­ing for more of it. don’t make an ASS-of-U-and-ME, because i have bet­ter and pos­i­tive things to do with my time. it’s like some­one hand­ing me a bro­ken watch, and telling me to fix it when they for­get to put bat­ter­ies in. WTF.

yah, i sec­ond that knowl­edge is gained through self-expe­ri­ence but as well as from oth­ers; but some peo­ple just are plain dumb. DUMB, as the kid who waits for the apple to fall from the tree rather than work­ing hard to climb and get it. so, the next time you think of putting some­one on a pedestal of grief and teas­ing them of how intel­lec­tu­al and com­plete of knowl­edge you are… make sure you look beneath your feet. because the bal­loon that your head is tied to might take you too high in the sky and pop; bring­ing you speed­ing down to a con­crete full of facts and evi­dence.

love, hat­ed but nev­er ignored…

sher­win techico