@LBERT

Jeez, they're really going all in with this RH thing. In, out, in, out, in, out, release.

I did about 10-12 old blog entry imports last week. Today I hope to reach 30. I still have about 180 to go, so maybe two weeks ain't bad.

I'm planning to import my ol' BlogDrive posts here in Tumblr. Most of my posts there are quite too precious to leave and let die.

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Speaking of blogs, I'm going to try really hard to keep this stuff going. I realized in my three+ years of working that I let my creative juices flowing in a different direction, which is programming and designing web pages.

My current web designs are all kind of crappy IMO. Better than most in my workplace, but still, it keeps me wanting for a better design, a more dynamic design. In an effort to self-study for this, I frequent most web designing blogs and web journals for tips and tricks. WebAppers.com is a very great site, I visit it almost everyday.

I design it first at Photoshop, then I make slices of the design and implement it using CSS and divs on HTML. I don't do the conventional slicing, I tend to make small copies of a pattern and make it repeat so that I can save space.

I'm using Visual Studio 2005 for my .NET programming needs. VS2010 is a resource monster, eats my computer alive. Gah, one day I'll request for a computer unit change or a complete reformat. My PC at work is already like a fucked-up bitch when it comes to running three iterations of VS2005.

My designs are getting better with each web application I make. Hopefully I can rechannel some of that designing and programming enthusiasm to my blogging habit. 

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I tend to sleep at 1AM, which is a fucked-up time to sleep. And I wake up at 5AM, and that's four hours of sleep.

I dislike forcing myself to sleep. I like to sleep at a point where it takes me less than a minute to enter slumber - close eyes, stretch a bit, then zzzz.

But I end up buying 600ml of Taiwanese coffee at 7-11 each morning.

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Too many "religious people" are invading buses nowadays in these "-ber" months. You see these people, who dress casually, and looks like your average passenger. Then suddenly you see one taking out a Bible out of his/her bag, talks to the bus ticketmaster a bit, and then starts introducing themselves and spouting off a well-scripted litany that inevitably ends up on asking donations.

I LOVE listening to these people. It's one of my favorite things to see on a bus besides the constant sounds of bitches slapping each other on soap operas on the bus TVs. Like a freak show at a carnival, I listen intently...

...for loopholes.

I find out that most of these "bus evangelists" are socialists. Their modus operandi is very simple to the core - they start to appeal to those well-off people on the bus, telling anecdotes of sharing wealth and giving back to the poor and that wealth "cannot be brought to Heaven", and they tend to emphasize these with fervent gusto.

Second, they are often targeting airconditioned buses. I sometimes ride the normal au naturel buses and I have never seen a bus evangelist preach on one, although I have an acquaintance tell me that sometimes they do preach there too but not that as often as aircon buses. It's clear to me they're only going to preach to the rich. How about the poor people, hombre - are you going to preach to them too? Smells like money to me.

Third, none of them sound spontaneous. I've listened to a lot of these bus preachers and I noted that they recite what they say, and not preaching from the heart. It's like they only studied but did not learn. The worst preacher I heard is this guy who had the balls to preach in an almost standing-room packed bus, and he was clearly reciting what he was saying, even the two ladies seated beside me noted his lack of genuineness in preaching.

I don't know what's with these evangelists. First off, it must be tough for these preachers' "churches" to make money, stooping to lows such as preaching in buses for donations. It's basically begging for alms using their church as a crutch. Believe me, my heart bleeds for these preachers. Most of them are young, 20 or 30-somethings who have bright futures ahead of them besides... this. I admire their tenacity and devotion to the faith they believe in, but this is too much.

And a bus isn't a place to be used for preaching, I might add. People ride buses, expecting comfort, peace and quiet as the driver whisks them away to their preferred destination (except for standing room passengers, comfort is an option). It's already too much for passengers to be able to withstand all the tire screeches, the constant honking and the sudden brakes, but it's kind of disrespectful for these preachers to grab people's attention without consent and cause a minor disturbance.

Well, ok, I'd try to be lenient on these bus preachers. But can't they at least have some presence? I mean, if they're gonna preach they as might as well preach good. But sad thing is, they preach BADLY. One-trick ponies. The reason these bus preachers only get meager donations is because people ain't that convinced they are preaching. Priests are trained how to preach. Pastors know how to preach. Preaching and spouting lines ain't the same fucking ballpark. Their message may be something that's taught in the religion I believe in, but they aren't convincing me.

And here's one thing - I also admire people who are basically begging but always present themselves in a modestly decent way. These people might be poor, but they're showing me they haven't cast aside their pride and dignity. Being poor is not an excuse to shed these two traits.

These bus preachers on EDSA might be well-dressed, but sadly they're just well-dressed parrots.

Soundtrack: 1001 nights, .hack//Liminality Masaya ako. Tapos na ang unang kalbaryong pagdadaanan ko bilang freshman. Compute: 1 prelims, 1 finals sa isang sem. 4 na sem. So, 4*2 = 8 exams pa. Wohoo. SA WAKAS!!! Anong ikatutuwa ko naman dun maliban sa wala kaming PE (wakwents si Naxo chips) at nakakatipid ako ng 90 pesos bawat araw sa isang linggong prelims? Sa tingin ko, 3 ako sa Physics. Oy, optimistical na yan ha. Hinulaan ko lang ang karamihan dun. Kelangan ko nang magseryoso. Kasi (sound like Mendoza), nung tiningnan ko yung exam e parang mga red circles na may X ang karamihan sa mga numero. Sa iba (ICS, Fil, Psy) OK na siguro. Memory analysis at retention of learning lang naman yun e. PRELIMS GRADE: 1<2 =============================================

Medyo nahilig na ako sa anime. Nanghiram ako ke Kenneth Depante, classmate ko, ng 4 na CD ng .hack//Liminalty, OVA 1-4. Mas maganda syang gawing TV series kesa sa Outlaw Star na punumpuno ng devirginized na babae at lalaking walang pambili ng Eskinol. 1. .hack//Liminality (Minase Mai) 2.       "       "         (a small short-haired buzzwing) 3.       "       "         (Ms. Kyoko) 4.       "       "         (Trismegistus) Nagustuhan ko sya. Serious anime na walang hint (kahit ano!) ng alinmang negative lust feeling. Tungkol yun sa isang program na "The World".

Ginawa ng isang Harold na expert programmer para kay Emma Wielant, isang pseudoanalyst. Yun ay ginawa nya para sa kanilang "anak" dahil namatay na si Emma sa idad na 23. Yung "anak" ay nasa morphed o metamorphical sense, isang AI o artificial intelligence.

Wohoo. I'm finished with my prelims in ICS, PHL2 and Math101a. 3 down, 6 to go. Wish they die. ===================================== Examination time in UST is now defined as "cold hell". Let's explore it, shall we?

First, you go into the classroom full of the usual things that goes into your head: syllogisms, enunciation, spooling, STAR topology, definition, definiendum, E-time, microprocessor time, and the like. You are very full in the head, waiting for the test papers to fill it with lots of stupid gibberish professors feed us with gusto. Handang-handa ka nang sumagot... And in case I didn't say it earlier, UST installed two aircons in every single frickin' room except for the CRs and the PE-rspiration rooms. It's already set up in the morning before you go in. In worse cases when you open the room you see white (real white) air that seeps to your feet and goes out, like the refrigerator effect. Ela knows that. So, you go in, not noticing that the aircon is already set up. very usual, but not in this situation where the janitors (maybe) deliberately sets up the damn aircon very near to the freezing point. Then, ding! The proctor comes in (this cases, the proctors are the only consolation prize...beautiful virgins, not withered sexually-incapable fags), then hands out the test papers. 5 minutes later, you can feel the annihilation coming...in your skin. You shiver. Your teeth clatter. Your ass perspire. The very cold air is seeping through your skin... My decaf on my left showed signs of ice formation. My eyes turn white with deep thoughts. WHY THE HELL THEY DO THIS TO US!!! DO THEY WANT DEEP FROZEN LITTLE FRESHMEN FOR DINNER??? GROWWWWLLLLL!!! FEAR MEHHH!!! I PAYY!!! 1 hour later (bad case if its any science subject), you are one Michael Jackson. Not with plastic surgery, but with Antarctical coldness. Then when you go out, you get a terrible headache...the air outside is hot. So much for that. ================================= Again, thanks to * Dom Tocci for the links for the dumplinks. Here are some treats for you all out there: » http://www.looser.com/flash/never/ Why you musn't show your cheesy face onto the Internet » http://batmanbegins.warnerbros.com/ There's a new Batman trailer in town! Look set to give Tim Burton a run for his ass!! »  http://clowning4christ.com/about.htm /WTF /OMG Clowning for Christ? For Christ's sake, that's cheap entertainment like the f**ked-up "Itsumo" song! *bang-bang-bang-rat-rat-rat* » Billboards You Will Never See

Something that comes your way...orgasmic laughter follows. (*) » http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_376025.html This is news? A penis grows on a boy's arm? » http://www.spamusement.com

Yes, I'm here in the friggin' UST Campus Library. I'm supposed to have my review today for my prelims due tomorrow, but I'm here, wasting my time and effort cooling myself in an air-conditioned place they call "paradise" *dunno with my seatmate on the right* . I'm pissed and is forbidden to play with your dog. Why? After all the hour ass-pressing with many slob-hungry passengers on a Feoroza bus line, and enduring big drops of shit-rain, I ended up with none of my goal and all of my misery and disdain, also with utmost fist-pumping like I shoved somebody on FPJ's moshpit. Plain and simple. I went to UST to get my test permit. You know (Jeff knows this), the funny paper with cheap ribbon-printed letters that show you paid all dues for the prelims. So much for something worth 10% of my underwear brand. Then, I fell in a LONG, LONG line which has about 35 people in front of me. I endured 15 minutes of long agony over the sake of my ass and hamstrings, then what I get after the long line? THEY SAID THAT MY PERMIT WASN'T THERE. Jesus sakes Christ's. *shoots gun* Then I went to the Accounting Office, but they said that it's closed on frickin' Saturdays. I can't imagine how they got the name accountants when they just don't account for everything that concerns them. I was listed under the Scholar's list. Shit. When did I become a scholar? That's for megabrains like Nikki, Rovic, Jaykie *extended*, Issa, and others who can polish off a piece of work with just 15% minimal effort. NOT ME. I was under Pacific Plans, yes. I returned today, 8-2-04, and I waited another LONG AGONIZING LINE. This time, they got some results. MY PERMIT IS IN MY COLLEGE'S DEAN. Bullshit. Why didn't you tell me that last time? That's a waste of 20 pesos that I could spend for an hour of viewing the Ragnarok - The Animation - episodes 16 to 20 on the Internet. *yes, Irwin, cheap marketing is what Gravity and Level-Up has for its poor customers who want to see a nice anime made out of Ragnarok games. I watched the Ragnarok anime on the 'Net and with Kenneth Depante's CDs he got MUCH, MUCH EARLIER that the much-hyped release due already these days. You want some? greenhills malls.* I went to the dean's office, and...oh, I see. procrastination day. I'm pissed. And I ended here taking an hour again at the Internet torture chamber. I'm whipped by a lady in slim thongs. *ow! that hurt* I'll get it tomorrow before the gate opens. I need it. I DO REALLY NEED IT. well, surf's up. Wish myself luck in this supercalifragicalistical nightmare. I don't even like it. ========================

Definitions: » fuck :

1. The universally recognized "F word" 2. N. Implying complete and utter confusion 3. N. a really stupid person 4. V. To procreate 5. adj. Can be used to modify any word for more passion 6. Int. Expresses disgust 7. Int. Expresses complete suprise and joy 8. adv. Can be used to make a command more urgent

1. I do not accept the "F word" as your name 2. What in the fuck? 3. You stupid fuck! 4. I sugest we go fuck in your mothers bed while eating crackers and petting a cat name mittens! 5. This fucking guy was so fucking weird. He asked me if I was fucking insane. 6. Aw, FUCK!! 7. Holy fuck! You guys rock! 8. Just fucking jump before I fucking kick you in the balls!

» Philippines (obviously the Americans hate us now) :

            A) Asia's banana republic (alt coconut)              B) 2nd largest archipelago in the world             C) a true melting pot of Asian,Hispanic and American cultures/values/genes!!!!

A-1945-Highest GNP per capita of countries in the Orient..2003-now behind Thailand and Malaysia despite tens of billions of us aid..also huge endemic graft/corruption issue...illegal drug exports..guerillas.....Catholic bueracracy...can anybody say Colombia in SE asia!!! B) big archipelago...largest being Indonesia over 7100 islands at last count C) Most surnames Spanish with much of the national language..Tagalog heavily influenced by Spanish(colonized by Spain at roughly the same time and duration as Mexico!!!)..descended from Malyayo/Polynesian seafarers...most recently colonized by Americanos...(walk down any street here "Hey Joe" as in GI....leading to the exotic blending of the Pinoy/ay today

a 3rd world country in southeast asia that has been occupied by the spanish and the americans (americans wouldn't have left if the fucking volcano didn't erupt and killed everybody, bastards.) government is corrupt and taking it up the ass by the US as we speak. the US has violated the filipino constitution of landing troops on the land, and it was allowed because we couldn't handle our own terrorists (of course there's terrorists with a government that corrupt). Definitions gave to us by: http://www.urbandictionary.com

Our g*****ned prelims is scheduled on a certain August 2. Sheesh. Tons and tons of schoolwork needs to be finished. Also including the notes and the books we got.

Still, my life is still the same. I ride a tricycle, I ride a jeep to Espana, I eat at Lopez's canteen, I badger Jeff, I slash my virtual wrists and yell, I ride back home, I play Yu-Gi-Oh, and yes, I still blog, I watch HXH, I watch news, I watch strangebrew (last replay: Ramon Bautista: internal veterinary doctor), I watch Wazz, I go to sleep. Preetttyyy boring life, isn't it?