MrFilipno

2004-01-28T17:20:00.000-05:00

male / female roles. i have a guy friend who is totally against the "guys are the pursuers and girls are the pursuee's" model. not that he thinks guys shouldn't pursue, but that girls should be able to pursue as well. it all started when one of his guy friends was asked out by a girl. i think most guys would be flattered. at least i would. but instead his friend felt awkward. why? because she just reversed the roles.

stereotypically, men are "supposed to be" the pursuers, the knights in shining armor, the door-openers... women are "supposed to be" the pursuee's, the damsel's in distress, the... ok, that's enuf. i don't wanna get in trouble. hahaha. you get the picture. =)

so the big question is: are these "roles" taught to us by society? or are they ingrained in our very nature? are men supposed to be the hunters? and women the hunted? are men supposed to be the proposers? and women the acceptors? or in some cases... the rejecters?! have we all been brainwashed? or is the Y chromosome really that significant?

i was watching PBS the other day. it was all about how a female leopard pee's everywhere and all the male leopards follow it. wow. that's just wonderful. when male leopards find her, they fight over her. who ever wins, does her. sorry to be so blunt. but that's basically what happened. no hi-my-name-is-mr-leopard, nothing. anywayz, is that evidence that the male-pursuer and female-pursuee roles are instinctual? i dunno. but i do know this... i probably wouldn't pursue a girl who urinated everywhere. or would i? happy hunting!

2003-11-11T11:15:00.000-05:00

mom. my mom left me a voicemail the other day: "tino, i need to talk to you right away. it's urgent. call me back." urgent? what the? no how are you? no i love you? just call me back? omg... what happened?

mrfilipno: [ring ring]
mamafilipno: hello?
mrfilipno: hello ma?! i just got your message! is everything ok?!
mamafilipno: tino! i'm so glad you called! do you know how to do fractions?

omg. my mom is crazy. i almost had a heart attack over fractions. sigh... but u gotta love her. she's so cute when she's "helpless". you would think a doctor with over 40 years experience who taught at harvard medical school would be good at math. oh no. not my mom. she can diagnose you clinically insane, but when it comes to 33% off the sale price it's a whole 'nother story.

actually, she was trying to figure out her score on a test. "tino, what's 18 out of 20?" ...so cute. i helped her out along with some other life-long math questions. i told her when we get together for turkey day we could have a big mother-and-son-math-bonding session. man, i miss her. i can't wait till we both live in the same state again. sigh... someday soon... i love ya ma...

2003-10-16T19:12:00.000-04:00

love. after many moons of being absent in the blogging world, i have finally found something blog "worthy". call me cheezy. call me a hopeless romantic. call me up for a date. whatever. but in light of eric and anna's wedding i find it only appropriate. i have searched high and wide for the meaning... the essence... of love. the entry however was soooo big that i had to break it up into volumes. here it goes:

volume 1 - kids quotes on love.
volume 2 - famous quotes on love.
volume 3 - mrfilipno's quotes on love.

volume 1 - kids quotes on love.

1. love is when mommy makes coffee for daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him to make sure it's ok.
2. love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your french fries without making them give you any of theirs.
3. love is when someone hurts you. and you get so mad but you don't yell at them because you know it would hurt their feelings.
4. love is when mommy sees daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross.
5. love is when you tell someone something bad about yourself and you're scared they won't love you anymore but then you get surprised because not only do they still love you but they love you even more yup.
6. love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece of chicken.
7. love is when my older sister gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.
8. love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.
9. love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt then he wears it everyday."

and my personal favorite...

10. love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.

volume 2 - famous quotes on love.

1. love isn't as much a feeling as it is an action. it is the sustained ability to put someone else's needs above yours. day after day. year after year. - coco -
2. i have found the paradox that if i love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more love. - mother teresa -
3. don't marry someone you can live with, marry someone you can't live without. - pastor seth/sung -
4. we are never so helplessly unhappy as when we lose love. - sigmund freud -
5. looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so. - david grayson -
6. one word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: that word is sex. (haha. just kidding.) that word is money. (kidding again!) that word is... drugs! wow. i just butchered that quote. - sophocles -
7. to get the full value of joy you must have someone to divide it with. - mark twain -
8. love like you’ve never been hurt. (And dance like no one is watching!) - jimmy johns -
9. love gives. lust takes. - some radio dude -

and as for number ten, i would usually stray away from putting something like this on my blog, but this it really made me think. and cringe. it's by henry wadsworth longfellow:

10. there's nothing in this world so sweet as love. and next to love the sweetest thing is hate.

ohhhh... scary, isn't it... on a lighter note! here is the last volume! =P

volume 3 - mrfilipno's quotes on love.

1. love is writing a cheezy love poem for someone who thinks it's cheezy too.
2. love is when you accidently say their name instead of someone elses. whoops!
3. love hurts. but dang... it hurts goooooood...
4. does she breath? pulse?
5. love is when she farts and it's still cool.
6. love stinks! i'm never(!)... oh shoot, she's cute....
7. love is when you feel like a BIG DORK around someone.
8. love is when you can BE a big dork around someone.
9. love is when you FEEL like someone.

lastly... what is love? what is LOVE you ask? sigh... must i tell you EVERYTHING?! listen up... err... read up and read close. I'm only going to write this once...

10. love is... at it's very ESSENCE...
....in it's very NATURE... LOVE... is... sigh...
...when your score is zero in tennis. peace yall...

"greater love hath no man than this, that
a man lay down his life for his friends."

2003-07-24T14:47:00.000-04:00

goth. i went to the most interesting place last nite. the manray. it's a goth club. i had to wear all black just to get in. it felt like i was in the opening scene of blade, right before they turned on the blood-sprinklers. it was pretty cool. but no blood-sprinklers. and no one went for my jugular. oh well... you can't have everything in life! atleast there was a large assortment of horns, whips, and chains. maybe i'll go again on friday. FETISH friday! i'll get a discount if i wear leather! or drag! or cyber erotica! wow! i love boston!

2003-07-14T13:52:00.000-04:00

third eye. so i went swimming for the first time at beach near my place. and lemme tell ya, it was grrrreat! in due time, i should be sprouting a third eye somewhere on my body from all the chemical reactions the water had on my skin. i couldn't even begin to boast about what was floating in it. was it bacteria? a special type of algae? tiny little animals maybe? awwww... cute. whatever it was it kept changing color. like it knew i was coming. hmph... i just hope my third eye grows somewhere cool. like my elbow! fun! so yall gotta come to boston and experience it for yourself. especially on july 19! coz i have a big performance! woo hoo! here ya go:

what: 3rd eye open (no way!)
when: July 19 - Saturday
time: 9am-9pm
what:
DJ Battle
Graffiti Art Exhibition
Basketball Tournament
BBoy & BGirl battle
Poppin Competition
Phunk Phenomenon Performance

so come to boston! we'll be third eye buddies! in more ways than one!

2003-05-27T17:40:00.000-04:00

broke as a joke. in detroit i think in 1's and 5's. in boston i think in 5's and 10's. in nyc... i think in 20's! 20 dollar cover charges. 20 dollar meals. 20 dollar cab rides. dang dood! i'm practically GIVING my money away. and the best part is... i LOVE it. i LOVE spending all my hard-earned money all in one nite. that way i can stay up till the sun rises, feel my body collapse under me, and wake up with three new pimples and an empty wallet. ahhh... the life. all or nothin baby. in the words of mr. elliot: he is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose. now that's one die-hard karaoke fan. thanks for the memories nyc. till next week!

2003-05-06T17:58:00.000-04:00

phunk phenomenon. great news everyone! i made it into a hip hop group out here in boston! woo hoo! after three weeks of grueling tryouts, i'm finally in! and lemme tell ya, these peeps don't mess around! i have to sign two contracts! one contract says i agree to only dance for phunk phenomenon. no music videos. no commercials. nothing. apparently they do that sort of thing here. even if i just want to dance with funktion and 2xs at the 5-year reunion (hint! hint!), i have to have their permission. the second contract says that if i violate the code of conduct (miss too many practices, disrespect the directors, get caught with drugs, etc) my "membership will be immediately terminated." dang dood! this is HARDCORE! i love it! it's exactly what i've been waiting for! and just in time coz...

...our BIG SHOW of the year is on sunday JUNE 8! it's called the roots of hiphop. so yall gotta come down to boston and see it! and there's kids in it too! all these lil doods and doodettes are gonna be shakin their lil booties! so if yall want tix ($15) you have to let me know ASAP! coz it's almost sold out! i promise you won't regret it. phunk/tion/xs for life!

2003-04-09T13:34:00.000-04:00

beach zits. sorry i haven't been bloggin much er'body. i'm still trying to get settled here in beantown. but guess what? i moved outta my car! woo hoo! i now have a room and everything! and the best part is... it's by the beach! double woo hoo! atlantic ocean baby! it's like living on south beach all year round! and there's a place down the block that looks just like the roney! this is GREAT. i LOVE life. and i love boston. =P yall gotta come visit me sooooooooooon. before i get relocated to north dakota. =)

speaking of which... why am i getting so many zits! is this a boston thing?! coz i have like three! sheesh! or as smelly would say, "what the heck?!" i NEVER get zits. if i do i just behead it with my gillete sensor xl. ya baby! ya! but these are the sleeper kind. the kind that's sorta underneath the skin. and is really big. but has no head. so decapitation is totally out of the question. i guess i'm just gonna have to wait it out. let it rise. but dang dood! they hurt! sigh... life's not always easy... come what may.

2003-04-01T09:38:00.000-05:00

homeless. i've been living out of my car for the past few days now. the person i was going to room with in boston flaked on me. so no more apartment. sigh... bostonians man! grrrrrrrr! i still love bostonians tho. they're so nice. and the accent is great! mahtin. pahking. hah-vahd. i'm gonna try it on myself. see if they can tell i'm from the D. but first, i need a home. getting dressed in public areas is not so fun. well? actually it is! life is great! woo hoo!

2003-03-17T23:27:00.000-05:00

vegas. wow! vegas is great! where else can i take all my hard-earned-blood-sweat-and-tears-hundreds-of-hours-to-make-this-money and practically give it away! all in a matter of seconds! woo hoo! there's no place like vegas! here's 10 things i learned in vegas:

1. the house ALWAYS wins. i want my $5 bucks back man! grrrrrrrr!
2. a louis epiphany, "there's a sucker born every second."
3. a mrfilipno epiphany, "gosh, aren't we all born on the second?"
4. the system works. BUT! in the long run i feel like lesson #1.
5. it's not sigmond and freud. it's sigfried and roy. and no, they aren't movie critics. but they do need haircuts.
6. i have an innate desire to climb pirate ships and fake eiffel towers.
7. bingo is da BOMB! clap! clap! N-G-O!
8. the human body can funktion on 3 hours of sleep.
9. all vision, hearing, and logic will be impaired on 3 hours of sleep.
10. showers make the itching go away. so does changing your clothes.

2003-03-11T01:31:00.000-05:00

identity crisis. ok. so all my life i thought i was just filipino. hence, mrfilipno. then a couple of years ago i found out i have a great grandfather who was chinese. and now i just found out i have great grandmother who was caucasian! and a long with that, i have tons of spanish blood! and that's just on my mom's side! who knows what's on my dad's side! (i still gotta ask). my only question is... why the heck didn't anyone ever tell me this! man! now i know why i get sun-burned all the time! and why i have a weird hair growing out of my forehead! and why my mom has a french last name! and a french nose! it's coz i'm french!

you know what else? there's a chance my dad's side of the family has african-american roots. a lotta my tita's (aunt's) are regularly mistaken for being black. and everyone always wonders why my my last name isn't filipino. it's coz it's not! it's from english and/or african-american descent! i still have to find out, but i'm pretty sure my dad's mostly filipino. tho i'm not assuming things anymore. =) but as of rite now, if i did the math rite, i think i'm 1/2 filipino, 1/8 chinese, 1/8 white, 1/8 spanish, 1/8 everything else. wow. i feel so... cool!

2003-03-03T22:22:00.000-05:00

moving. i'm moving to boston. weird. i've never even considered boston. it was always the bay, nyc, or whapeton north dakota. funny isn't it? life that is? one minute you're chillin with your roomates in michigan at applebee's in the middle of a humungoid snowstorm... the next minute... you're DEAD. just kidding. but for real. life is so weird. if someone would have told me a few months ago, "hey, you're gonna move to boston," i woulda laffed histerickally. like this: ha ha ha. and now here i am. just a month a way. craziness! i can't wait to see what's next in life! bring it on! woo hoo!(i'm gonna eat those words, i know it. sigh... come what may). =)

2003-02-17T22:12:00.000-05:00

car fart. ok. i love my new car. i can open the driver side door, turn left, the whole shabang. one thing tho... it farts. no joke. it really farts. and i don't mean it smells like exhaust. nah-ah. it smells like genuine human fart. i'll be driving down the street and then all of a sudden... phhffft! it smells like fart! it comes right through the vent and into the car. i think it's the engine. at first i thought it was just something outside. but then it started smelling everywhere i went. on my way to work. on campus. at the condo. everywhere. i mean, it doesn't fart all the time. like once or twice a week. esp when i rev it. the other day i was in detroit going to the dd show (go suj) and it happened again. phfft. peeps in the car were like, "ewww? what's that smell?" i blamed it on the D. ugh. i feel so ashamed. i shoulda been a man about it. oh well. next time. sorry D. =(

2003-02-09T05:33:00.000-05:00

how to lose a guy in 10 days. just saw the movie. when i first saw the previews, i was like "dang! that's sooooo whack!" but after seeing it, i have to admit, it wasn't bad. so i came up with my own list. my list of 10 ways of how to KEEP a girl... forever:

1. ask how her day was. everyday.
2. listen to her. look her in the eyes. and remember the details.
3. open the door. car doors. restaurant doors. the whole sha-bang.
4. don't always try and solve her problems. just understand.
5. make her feel beautiful. coz she is.
6. be man enuf to admit when you're wrong. and say your sorry.
7. help her put her coat on.
8. protect her. with your LIFE.
9. love her. with your whole mind, soul, and strength. and show it.
10. never stop chasing after her, i.e. be a hopeless romantic.
11. ok, i have to add an 11th... flowers. flowers. flowers.

2003-02-03T18:20:00.000-05:00

boston. i'm in boston. the mean streats 'a boston. i'ma be here for the next few weeks eating food i'd never in my right mind spend money on. thank you unisys.

2003-01-27T09:27:00.000-05:00

tv. i wish i watched a little more tv. do you know how many convo's i'm left out of because i've never seen so-and-so reality show? or all the Friends and Kramer jokes i don't get? i didn't see my first Kramer show until way after the final season ended. apparently it was the funniest sitcom ever. a show about nothing? soup nazi? huh? i didn't even know alley mcbeal was a show. i thought she was a news caster! thanx les. ;) see what i mean? when the american idol musical tour came to the D, i was talkin with my friend and said in a loud voice "I ONLY SAW THE SECOND TO LAST ONE!", thirty heads turned towards me in shock. i felt so outta the loop with pop culture. there was another time i was watching mtv and the "what's going on video" came on. i kept asking my roomate "who's that? and who's that?" he was all, "that's ja rule. that's nas. that's fred durst." who's fred durst? ugh. i'm better now tho. much cooler than i used to be. just don't ask me any questions about the bachelorette. i still think family ties and who's the boss is on.

2003-01-17T12:44:00.000-05:00

sleep. i have this problem. i don't like sleeping! for some people that is really WEIRD. coz sleep is their DRUG. but sometimes i think it just gets in the way of LIFE! and why am i capitalizing the last word in every sentence? SHEESH! i wish i didn't have to sleep. that way i could just do more stuff. a wise man once told me that everyone has a suitcase. some people just know how to pack it in. awwww yeaaaaa... that's the way i wanna live my life. with the seams busting. but now i'm realizing in order to do that, dude, i gotta sleep. at least five hours. but six would be perfect. and seven? omg. i wouldn't have to sleep for a year after that! aight. gotta pack it all in before the maggots get to me. gotta sleep. gotta live life. peace. (wow, i'm so hip. i just said hip. wow.)

2003-01-10T16:46:00.000-05:00

california. why is it that soooooooo many people wanna live in california? honestly. what does it have that the midwest doesn't? real mountains? ocean beaches? beautiful weather? i mean really. i don't understand the obsession. it's cheaper here in MI! AND we have "mountains"! like mt. brighton! and we have metro beach! who cares if it's polluted! the weather makes up for it! and you can wear flannel anytime of year and it's in style! AAAAND we have 8 mile. awwww yeeeaaahhhh... thank you mr. mathers for helping put the D on the map.

btw, i'll be in palo alto, california for work sunday 1/12 to friday 1/17 if anyone out there wants to hang out. dacurious?

2003-01-08T14:19:00.000-05:00

long hair. no, not the long hairz (tho they are dope! get the cd! track 6 bebe!). i'm talkin bout that one long hair that everyone has growing somewhere random on their body. it's weird. i have one right above my eyebrow. and it's white! no joke. i pull it out every few months. i used to grow it really long then tuck it away in my eyebrow for fun. it was cool seeing it flap in the wind too. i had another one growing out of my shoulder. but it's gone now. =( the best one i've ever seen tho was my aunt's. fo real. she had one growing out of her neck! and this mofo was looooooooongk! you coulda flossed with it! go long hairz!

2002-12-30T12:44:00.000-05:00

comments 101. how to get lots of comments!

1. put up pics of yourself snorboarding and say it's really you. coz it is.
2. blog about urinating vegetables and how to get lots of comments.
3. put exclamations points everywhere! like this!!!
4. here's another one!
5. throw in a woo hoo every now and woo hoo then. woo hoo!
6. question all your spelleng(sp?)?
7. be as ambiguos(sp?) or was confusing as least you can't be.
8. make the background white. and make the background white.
9. email me your credit card #, ssn, and mother's maiden name.
10. name your site MrOrMrsWhatEverYourNationalityIsMinusOneVowel.

there! you have should whoopping(sp?) no time than more comments soon! woo hoo!

2002-12-20T16:52:00.000-05:00

toothache. just got back from the dentist. i've had this toothache for a week now. first i thought is was a kinkersore. but i couldn't see the kinker-pimple-head-thingy. then someone suggested that maybe a spider crawled in while i was sleeping. and it laid eggs. and now they're hatching. but, i couldn't feel anything crawling. so i just tried forgetting about it. i was just gonna TOUGH it out like a MAN. however, my mom thought that was dumb. she urged me to get it checked out. and it's a good thing i did! the dentist found a BIG HOLE that was gaping (this world is mine for the taking, make me king!). either i bit my cheek and it swelled. or it swelled and i bit my cheek. in any case, there was food gettin in it. and i suppose it was rotting. like garbage. hence the ouch. so i have to swish around this brown liquid stuff for a week. vondervul. i'm just glad it's not spiders. thanks mom. =P

2002-12-13T09:38:00.000-05:00

pee. you know what's really weird? that feeling you get when you can hear someone's peeing. especially when it's loud! sheesh! there you are. you and your friends. and someone gets up to go to the bathroom. PSSSSSS... man! what are you suppose to do?! sometimes i talk louder. or ruffle up magazines or something. and i don't know why, but it's even more uncomfortable when it's a girl. like i'm invading her privacy or something. you know what's a good trick tho? when you're going yourself? hit the walls. the noise is softer. just don't miss. =)

2002-12-09T09:22:00.000-05:00

stalker. i don't get it. why is it that 99.9% of women claim to have been stalked atleast once in their life? are their really that many stalkers in the world? and have they really stalked all the women on earth? OR could it be that 99.9% of those men didn't even realize that they were "stalkers"?! she calls it stalking. he calls it pursuing. so how does a man pursue without crossing that stalky line? OR could it be that the line changes depending on who the guy is? hmmm... my male comrades and i came up with this theory: if she likes the guy, everything he says and does is sweet, charming, and oh-so-romantic. if she doesn't like the guy? uh-oh. everything he says and does is disgusting, annoying, and shady. he is now deemed a STALKER. yikes! two men. same actions. two conclusions. you do the math (it's four i think). do we as men have any say in this? or is it just really all up women? do stalkers really exist? or is it just a matter of perspective? so many questions. all different answers. sigh... such is life.

2002-12-06T16:12:00.000-05:00

pool gutter. i don't know why, but for some reason, i'm always afraid to swim over that little gutter thing at the bottom of pools. you know, that dark thing on the floor with the holes in it? when ever i'm above it i feel like it's gonna eat me or something. or a tentacle is gonna come out and grab me and drag me down under. so i always try to swim around it. esp in the deep end. fo real. that's when the tentacles are the largest.

2002-12-06T11:03:00.000-05:00

baby. you wanna hear something crazy? my really good friend from frosh year college just went into labor LAST NIGHT. her and her hubbie are at the uofm hospital RIGHT NOW waiting for the next member of their family to enter the world. in fact, he could be here already! cRaZiNEsS! my friends are pumpin out babies! ahhhhhhhhh!!! it seems just like yesterday we all were eating at south quad talking about what we were going to be when we grow up. we were all pre-med ofcourse. =) man, so many things have changed...

...one minute you're a kid. the next minute... you're a BIG kid! birth. kindergarden. elementary school. middle school. high school. college. unemployed. working. marriage. babies. mid-life crisis. grandparents. death. LIFE. i wanna live everyday like it's my last. i think that's why i never slept? hmph. i thought it got in the way of LIFE. and life is GREAT. and you know what? it just gets BETTER. it really does. =)

2002-12-06T10:08:00.000-05:00

birfday. happy shmappy birfday miss smelly!

2002-12-02T14:04:00.000-05:00

stolen snorboard. word of advice: don't ever leave your snorboard unattented. especially if it's brand new. and bright red. and you're at mt. brighton. someone might just run off with it. if that happens make sure you report it. and leave your cell phone number. you might get a call an hour later from a ski skool instructor saying he found it lying in the parking lot. if that happens make sure you show your gratitude by buying him and the rest of the ski skool peeps a round of bud. and hang out with them for a couple hours. you might just end up getting free lift tickets and snorboarding lessons. plus you'll get your snorboard back. another word of advice: don't run down a flight of stairs with your hands in your pockets.

2002-11-27T09:55:00.000-05:00

peeing asparagus. i've had the most interesting aim convo's lately.

MrFilipno: what's a peeing asparagus?
PeeingAsparagus: well
PeeingAsparagus: when you eat asparagus
PeeingAsparagus: and then pee
PeeingAsparagus: your pee smells like asparagus
MrFilipno: wonderful
PeeingAsparagus: a little bit of medical information for you
MrFilipno: then i must be a
MrFilipno: PeeingGrilledStuffedBurrito
PeeingAsparagus: does it really smell like grilledstuffedburrito
MrFilipno: not really
PeeingAsparagus: that would be cool though
MrFilipno: does it really smell like peeing asparugus?
PeeingAsparagus: yeah
PeeingAsparagus: it really does

what's funny is that just the other day my friend (who will remain anonymous) just told me (he's on the blog hitlist tho) that his smells like coffee (it's mike). man, why doesn't mine smell like anything? is it coz all i drink is water? am i just not smelling hard enough? hmph. i wonder... what if i drank downy mountain spring fabric softener! shoot. i'd probably die. but that stuff smells great! ahhhh...such is life...

2002-11-22T16:36:00.000-05:00

the ring. no. not the movie. i know we just had a whole fri-nite in spartan country talkin bout not talkin bout it. but hey. i gotta share the wealth of knowledge. this is for the future! for the good of all mankind! and both sides will thank me someday. i hope. =) ladies, lemme know what you think. fellas, if you forget everything else in life, don't forget this. infact, write it down. princess cut diamond in a platinum cathedral setting. what the heck does that mean? i have no idea. not a clue. but apparently it's the filet mignon of rings. and when the time comes, you'll thank me for it. shoot. should i keep this a secret? hmmm. i might take this down someday. read while you can.

2002-11-19T11:22:00.000-05:00

hottie. all the lol's, hahaha's, and oic's have been removed for easier reading. spelling errors were kept for realism. permission to display was given by T HanKs . enjoy.

MrFilipno : question
MrFilipno : do you get mad when guys say, "oh she's hot!"
MrFilipno : or she's so (fill in the blank)
T HanKs : i think it depends on how the guy says it
T HanKs : and if they just leave it at that
T HanKs : like...if they just simply make a comment
T HanKs : and that's it then i don't really care
T HanKs : just a matter of opinion
T HanKs : put if they go on about it, then i get annoyed
T HanKs : do you get annoyed?
T HanKs : when girls say it about guys?
MrFilipno : ummm...same as you
MrFilipno : it depends
MrFilipno : when girls say he's a cutie it's cool
MrFilipno : when girls say he's soooooooo HOOOOOOOT
MrFilipno : i get weirded out
T HanKs : usually when i think a guy is "HOT"
T HanKs : i just say he's "really really really good-looking"
MrFilipno : i only say stuff like she's a cutie
T HanKs : yeah, i usually say that too
MrFilipno : or i'll say, OMG. she is BEAUTIFUL gasp gasp
T HanKs : yeah, i think that's a good compliment
MrFilipno : but i rarely say hot
T HanKs : yeah, hot has a bad context
MrFilipno : hot for me has too much of a
MrFilipno : meat market connatation to it
T HanKs : yes
MrFilipno : or if she's MORE than beautiful
MrFilipno : sometimes i'll fake passing out
MrFilipno : and lie on the floor a few secs
T HanKs : you're funny :-)
T HanKs : i wanna see this!
MrFilipno : it's a rare-ity
MrFilipno : it goes with grabbing my shirt
MrFilipno : and fake pumping my beating heart
MrFilipno : anyhoo
T HanKs : yeah, i don't lik eit
T HanKs : especially if the guy
T HanKs : wants to get to know her b/c of her "hotness"
T HanKs : and if i'm friends with the guy
T HanKs : it would make me wonder what he saw me as
MrFilipno : exactly!
MrFilipno : sometimes if a girl is TOO hot
MrFilipno : it's almost a turn off
T HanKs : YES
MrFilipno : natural beauty
MrFilipno : that's where it's at
T HanKs : tru tru
T HanKs : same with guys
MrFilipno : esp at clubs
MrFilipno : i feel like peeps are so much more beautiful
MrFilipno : than what the "club" turns them into
MrFilipno : or rather what I turn them into
T HanKs : OOOH
MrFilipno : that's why i love going with friends
T HanKs : that last comment has depth
MrFilipno : coz i know they're awesome all over
MrFilipno : which comment?
T HanKs : people are more beautiful than what you turn
them into
MrFilipno : fo real right?
T HanKs : totally
T HanKs : you know, i think sometimes i get frustrated
T HanKs : b/c i don't think ppl see ppl for who they really are
MrFilipno : AMEN SISTA!
MrFilipno : like if i saw you at a club
MrFilipno : my natural instinct would be
MrFilipno : to think you're just some hottie
MrFilipno : but the simple fact that i know you
MrFilipno : and what you stand for
MrFilipno : and what you believe in
MrFilipno : and everytyhing that makes you
who you are as a person
MrFilipno : makes me realize that
MrFilipno : there's SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
MrFilipno : much more to a person than what i see
MrFilipno : it's weird
T HanKs : it's not weird!
MrFilipno : wrong choice of words
T HanKs : that's the way the world should be!
T HanKs : yeah, i know :-)
MrFilipno : it's AWESOME
T HanKs : i know what you're saying :-)
T HanKs : just calling you out :-)
MrFilipno : T HanKs

2002-11-13T13:31:00.000-05:00

raison bran. mental note to self: "for the love of DANCE. please buy some milk. raison bran and water don't mix. nor does orange juice so don't even try it."

2002-11-11T14:04:00.000-05:00

paintball. i just went paintballing for the first time in my life. man. what an experience. i never felt so ALIVE. i have welts on my neck, my back, my... arms, and even my rump! my own teammate shot me! sheesh! i wonder how many times that happens in real war? anyhoo, i got one in the ear too. no wonder i couldn't hear! paint was everywhere! but the worst one was on my knuckle. dang dood! that hurt! that's bear skin your shootin at! but it was all worth it. crawling in the sand. dodging bullets. i was intimidated at first. i didn't want to "die". but when your buddies are out there getting shot at, and you're the only one around who can save them, something incredible happens inside of you. like an inner rambo is birthed or something. i swear. it's mind-boggling. like it was the reason i was created or something. not that i'm an advocate for war or senseless violence. no, not at all. it's so much more than that. so much deeper than that. it was about defending, protecting, and fighting for what you believe in. esp when someone tries to take it away by force. like they're attacking your family or something. but i wonder how i would do in real war? with real bullets? would i still fight? would i be willing to lose my life? what if i died? who would take care of my (future) wife? my (future) children? i got hit in the face in half the paintball games. i imagined my brains getting blown away and not even knowing it. or worse yet. KNOWING it. seeing my frontal lobe lying beside me. ugh. much respect to those who fought and gave their lives for those who could not fight for themselves. i can't even imagine. i can't even imagine...

2002-11-04T13:00:00.000-05:00

ironing. i think i need ironing lessons. it took me an hour and a half to iron five cotton shirts, two pairs of pants, and a partrigge in a pair tree. i must be doing something wrong. someone please enlighten me. i usually just do it the lazy way. i get it straight out of the dryer and vwa-la! wrinkle free! but it doesn't matter if you're travelling. everything gets wrinkled. even shoes! btw, i'm in philly. that's why i had to iron. i had to magically fit a weeks worth of clothing into one little carry on. i'll be here for a week. if anyone is close by and wants to hang out gimme a ring. i'm craving some philly cheese steaks. mmmmmmm... cheese steaks...

2002-10-31T11:35:00.000-05:00

snoboarding. i LOVE snoboarding. that's me in the pic above at blue mountain in canada. i took a trip with the UofM snowboarding club my freshman year in college. that was the best. but i missed the first-ever harvest winter retreat. that was the worst. =( anyhoo, it had snowed all night so they built this hUMuNgOiD jump. i'm talkin HUGE. i thought i was gonna DIE when i went off it. i was going so fast my eyes started crying. even wiith goggles on! but you needed a ton-o-speed to clear the gap. and lemme tell ya... i didn't. =( i landed on my side. ouch. i felt like i had jumped out of a plane without a parachute. and a big stick was strapped to my feet. i'm surprised my board didn't break. and that i stayed concious. but you know what was the worst part? my right binding snapped. man! there goes one-fitty bones! they were baseless too. =( anyhoo, the dood in the big snow thing came rushing out and tried helping me. he grabbed my right leg and i SCREEEEEAAAAMED. like no other woman could. i found out later that i fractured it. but the snow dood thought i dislocated it. so he told me to stay still while he popped it back in. i was like "YOU'RE GONNA WHAT?! OH NO YOU'RE NOT! YOU'RE NOT DOIN.." more womanly screams. he said he had to do it. so i bit on my glove to suppress the woman inside. and right when he was about to pull it... i pulled yours. =P did you really think that was me in that picture? are you crazy?! i jacked that off the web! sheesh! i WISH i was that good. i'm still learning how to carve man! don't believe everything you read. =P have a nice day!

2002-10-29T10:41:00.000-05:00

roth ira. i've been meeting up with my financial advisor. er... my roomate. he just got this new job as this money dood so we've been talking about my finances. and i'm his guinea pig. so help me God. i had to give him my W2's, bank statements, everything. talk about feeling exposed! well, after invading life, he recommended a roth ira. it sounds pretty cool. i can only put in a maximum of $3000 per year tho. only? sheesh! who has this kind of play money?! angie?! oh. anyhoo, i can't touch it until in i'm 60 (why does that feel sooner that later?). if i do touch it i'll get penalized. but if i wait, it's tax-free. ahhh... and get this: if for the next 35 years it grows at 8%, and i keep putting in my 3000 bones every year, it'll turn into a whopping $545,000. not bad eh?. and i would have only put it in a total of $105,000. aaaaand i can take out up to $10,000 tax-free after five years for a down payment on a house. and an unlimited amount for education. man! is this too good to be true?! i think it's madness! think of all the soft tacos i could buy! sheesh!

2002-10-25T16:38:00.000-04:00

year of reconciliation. that's right. i have declared this my year of reconciliation. reconciling with people. organizations. myself. my family. my friends. and last and mos DEF not least, the Big Guy upstairs. you know that feeling you get when you run into someone you haven't seen in a while? and it's really weird? you say hi to each other? but it's sooooo uncomfortable? coz you both know that thing hasn't been resolved yet? stuff was just swept under the rug? "forgotten"? so you just end up leaving, smiling that fake smile, and then avoiding that person so that you'll never have to go through that again? ugh. i HATE that feeling. i don't even like using that word. hate. but it's the only word that fits. i don't want to keep avoiding. i don't wanna keep smiling fake smiles. i just want to move on. the RIGHT way. i wanna talk about it. i wanna get it out under the rug. dust it off. and face it head on. no more running. no more cowardness. it's time to be a MAN!

do you know what got me started on all this? it was this game of questions my friends and i were playing one time. the question i got was something to the effect of: "if you were to die in so-and-so-a-time, what are the five things you would do before hand?". the answer was so easy! i would reconcile with a, b, c, d, and e! so what was i waiting for?! sheesh!

so far i've managed to hit up most of my reconcilees. i think i freaked them out too. =) just a few more to go. but lemme tell ya, it's soooooooo much easier said than done. it's taken A LOT of pride-swallowing. an activity i don't readily enjoy doing. =) and it resurfaces a lot of wounds. ouch! i'm bleeding! gimme a band aid! but you can't put a band aid on cancer a wise man once said. you gots ta have surgery. and it's gonna hurt. but in the end it'll be good. and you know what? that wise man was right. there is so much peace. so much joy. sigh... i wonder why i didn't do this earlier? i know everything is not yet fixed. but hey, it's a start. and that's what matters. there's something sooooo wonderful about ending things on a good note. even if it didn't start well. as long as it ended well. it's taken me so long to learn that. better late than never i guess! thanks for being patient. =) aight... it's friday. and i'm outtie. but first... to the xerox machine! woo hoo!

2002-10-22T13:55:00.000-04:00

xerox copies. i LOVE making xerox copies. why? because when the paper comes out of the machine, it's so nice and warm! fo' real! it feels sooooooooo good when you put it right up to your face. you should try it some time. like RIGHT NOW! it's like washing your face with a warm towel or something. or putting on clothes fresh from the dryer. it's soooooooo soothing. so therapeutic. sigh... the simple pleasures in life. =) aight, time to make some copies...

2002-10-17T14:59:00.000-04:00

floating. i can't float. or atleast i don't think i can. i know it's a bit late in the season to be blogging about summer activities, but since it came up during lunch i've deemed it appropriate. eep-eep and steeb tried teaching me this summer. with out success mind you. they gave up after an hour. "hold your breath" they said. "tilt your head" they said. "stay still. relax. calm down. arch your back. just think about it." what am i doing wrong? "you must not be thinking about it enough," they explained. i don't get it? how can thinking about floating make you float? isn't it a physics thing? not a mental thing? sure, their needs to be confidence. you need to believe it. and i did believe! but i didn't float? is just thinking about it going to make it happen? because it didn't? maybe i'm thinking about the wrong type of floating? hmph. i have no idea. is that the only difference between me and the rest of the floating world? i sure hope so. i'm going to try again next summer. nanahead has taken up the challenge of delivering me from this. i will be her yound padawan. and she will be my teacher.

personally, i think it's a body density thing. my bones are really big. and dense. and my legs are abnormally long, making my torso abnormally short (but that's a whole 'nother blog). and since it's the legs that always sink, 2/3 of my body sinks. hence, i cannot float. is that two words? or one word? can not? cannot? anyhoo, i even tried the dead man's float. after a few seconds, i'm vertical. only the top of my head can be seen. and i still hold my breath. maybe my lungs are too small? in anycase, i would like to overcome this. hopefully a year from now i too will join with you. when can have a floating party. the day i've stopped learning, or rather, think i've stopped learning, is the day the Big Guy upstairs should just call me back home. you can ALWAYS teach an old dog new tricks. none of this put-this-old-mutt-to-sleep sorta thing. this dawg is goin down fightin. grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

2002-10-17T10:53:00.000-04:00

philly. i'm gonna be in lafayette, pa just ten miles from philly from nov 3 to nov 8 for work. is anyone out there that i know? i'm lookin for a dinner buddy! woo hoo!

2002-10-15T13:48:00.000-04:00

dodge shadow. i love my dogde shadow. it has been so faithful to me these past eight years. but alas, all good things must come to an end. it's sloooooowly falling apart. the driver's side door doesn't open anymore. i hit a deer a few months ago going to nyc and now it's "stuck". well, i can still open it. but it's almost impossible to close it again. it's hanging by a feather. so to keep it intact, i go through the passenger side. it's pretty cool. it's like the dukes of hazards or something. totally a babe magnet. fo real. but when i'm at work, i wait for people to go by before i get in or out. the older folks just don't know what's cool these days...

but you know what's cooler? it has all these neat battle scars. my front fender is bolted on with five gigantic screws. it fell off and was dragging for a while so my sister had it "fixed". atleast it's not making sparks anymore. the light show was such a distraction. and the hood. the hood has tow truck damage thanks to those motel 6 people. also, the left front panel caved in. i have no idea how? a biker maybe? maybe a large shopping cart filled with lots of 2 liters hit it. i dunno. but you know that little compartment in between the driver and passenger seat? the one you put tapes in? it doesn't close. you have to rest your elbow on top of it to keep it down. otherwise it bounces all over the place. and the rear right window doesn't open. and the lock/unlock button on my side is reversed. pressing lock makes it unlock. pressing unlock makes it lock. it's so confusing. it just happened one day. just like the window. plus, the trunk doesn't stay open. you have to use your head to prop it. or a big stick. i usually use the snow scraper. but so many people have been knocked unconcious because it. they lift it up then BAM!!! it comes crashing down on them. don't they know? sheesh!

but even better, my car doesn't turn left. well, it does after a while. but not for like the first few minutes. i thought it was the power steering but i had it checked out. i think it's just stubborn. but it's crazy because it's soooooooo hard to get out of parking spots. i have to use both hands and all my weight to get it to budge. but after a while, the power steering kicks back in. it just ends up making this subtle clicking noise. cool huh? overall, my car has been so faithful. so reliable. except for the time it broke down at the detroit metro airport. and briarwood mall. and ann arbor. and ann arbor. and ann arbor again. but the time it broke down in memphis... man, that took the cake. i was so far away from home. i had to call in to work saying i was stranded down south. i'm surprised the AAA people don't know me by now. i'm like their number one fan. but man, i love my shadow. it'll be so hard to let it go. it's like we're married! for better or worse. in sickness and in health. till death do us part... just hopefully not mine. go shadows!

2002-10-08T16:10:00.000-04:00

another boy-girl theory. my friend has this theory: "guys think about girls. girls think about food." is that true? i know the first half is. =) but the second? hmmm... i know soulfundamental told me once that her and her roomates used to just open the fridgeder, look inside, and then close it. then they'd do it again minutes later. so maybe it is true? if so, that would explain a lot of other phenomenons. for guys AND girls. like the $*#--on-your-mind-every-four-minutes thing. or the mocha-almond-fudge-chunk-icecream-at-midnight-craving thing. wow. it's all so simple. go girls. go food.

2002-10-08T15:58:00.000-04:00

birthdays. go october babies.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEREK! (10/6)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMY! (10/7)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISSY! (10/8)

2002-10-04T15:13:00.000-04:00

muli. i almost forgot. rebi's favorite word is muli. for the longest time i thought it was an indian word. but apparently he made it up. amazing eh? anyhoo, he'd always say it. i didn't even know what it meant? but then i did. and everything frighteningly made sense...

2002-10-04T14:59:00.000-04:00

ode to rebi. rebi is mad that i don't ever talk about him in my blogs. so here it is. my ode to rebi... rebi has no butt. he really doesn't. but he has really cute legs... rebi's belly button is really deep. fo real. you can hide a small pencil in it. and half your thumb... every three weeks rebi asks/tells me to cut his hair . for free. and i do. coz it's our bonding time. :) he likes it when the clipper cord brushes up against his back hair. it feels *good* he says. it's really weird. he makes me do it even after i'm done cutting... rebi watches a lot of sports center. infact, that's all he watches. he loves chillin. he'd rather chill than play soccer with me during the summer. rebi cooks a lot of instant pizzas. and george foreman stuff. but he never cleans it. but he always vaccums. and he never sleeps in his own bed. it's always the living room floor or macey's place. so he says. hmmm... rebi likes to walk around the apartment shirtless. the first time he did this it caught me off guard. i didn't know what to say. or do. he just put his hands up in the air and said proudly "What? does this scare you?" then sat down and watched sports center. rebi loves braveheart. and gladiator. and the god father. and girls. rebi will be a great father someday. he is a GOOD MAN. full of character. integrity. faithfulness. if i had daughters, i would keep them as far away from him as possible. it's always the quiet ones. most of all, rebi LOVES GOD. he really does. i've seen him change from the iffy soylent green member into the hardcore harvest henry. who woulda thought? what an amazing God we have. i'd go to war with rebi. front line bebe. coz i know he'd always have my back. plus he's bigger so he'd be a good sheild. and to be honest, if i had daughters, i would STILL keep them as far away from him as possible. i know him all too well. much love bro. much love...

2002-10-02T11:20:00.000-04:00

new car. i am buying a new car. any suggestions? i'm thinking civic, jetta, accord, or... the new corolla s! check it out and lemme know what you think. tikky and haynmace were trying to get me to buy the wrx. crazy. i don't think it's me. i'm more about good gas mileage and low monthly payments. i was first thinking about the civic hybrid. 49/51 mpg! woo hoo! but then tikky told me that 89 hp isn't very good. i didn't know that was such an issue. i'm so used to my V6 that i think all cars are like that. now i'm thinking i need something with a little more UMPH. but it was so interesting to hear that certain stereotypes are sometimes given to people according to what car they drive. you drive a beamer, you're a baller. you drive a jetta, you're a young and fun urban professional. it wasn't even till a few years ago that i learned that there are "girl" cars and "guy" cars. it's so weird. i'm learning so much! sedans are 4 doors. coupes are 2 doors. lexus comes from toyota (that was a shocker!). european cars are really good. it's so much fun! i hope my new found interest in cars doesn't trasfer over to my checkbook though. money is soooooo tight. when starwars came out, i went ape. too many light sabers. sheesh. discipline discipline discipline. and every now and then... SPLURGE! the toys just keep getting bigger. sigh... everything in moderation.

2002-09-25T11:18:00.000-04:00

aim. it's so much fun leaving messages for people on aim when their away message is up. it's like leaving a little surprise! when they come back it's like "oh, i have a little message. someone wanted to talk to me. woo hoo!" it's the same feeling you get when you get a voice mail. or an email. or a comment. it's like someone out there thinks your cool! and i think that's one of my goals in life. to make everyone feel cool. coz you know what? everyone really is. isn't that cool! life is great. =)

2002-09-23T01:14:00.000-04:00

bladder. i think i have an abnormally small bladder. i go to the bathroom atleast once every hour. even when i don't drink anything. and sometimes i go two to three times an hour if well hydrated. sheesh! where is all this stuff coming from! it's tough on road trips. i have to fast from liquids hours beforehand to make sure i'm dehydrated enough to prevent myself from going. such as this drive to chicago. i envy those who can drink a big thing of whatever on road trips. they don't realize how lucky they are. i have to take the same precautions when i go to the movies too. and it's even worse when if i have to go in the middle of a great conversation! ugh. i guess the good thing about it is i always know where the bathroom is. where ever i go, i unconciously take note of every restroom, it's location, and the approx travel time to it. so if you ever need to go, just ask =). you know, i used to think it was just me. but i just found out my dad has the same problem. i must have gotten it from him. coz my mom can hold it for days. it's unbelievable. the only other person i know that goes as much, or even MORE than i do, is ww. so now i don't feel so bad. so thank you ww... sheesh. i have to go again. brb.

2002-09-23T00:22:00.000-04:00

MrFilipno: i have to pee...
delnorte08: did you pee
MrFilipno: i peed
MrFilipno: is that a word?
MrFilipno: peed?
delnorte08: yes
MrFilipno: oh

2002-09-20T16:12:00.000-04:00

a good girl responds. i got this from one of my female friends. enjoy! "...what is it about a bad boy that attracts girls? ...the typical bad boy image that pops into the dreams of girls around the globe is kind of a james dean white suited gangster kinda guy. suave, sophisticated, sure of himself, commanding presence... when a bad boy walks into the room, people turn around to look. when a good boy walks into the room, nobody really notices. bad boys always stand tall, they're not afraid of anything. they demand respect, and when they don't get it they force it out of you, or they suddenly turn kindly and you see that they have a softer interior. wow. hot hot hot. catch mr big bad boy off guard, hit him with something he didn't expect, and you see the cutest confused little kid in his face...as always, a power struggle. girls wanna be the one who can bring down that big bad boy if she wanted to. so it's not so much adventure. it's like there's a fire burning inside of a girl and she wants to let her bun down, swish her head around, and tell mr gangster man who's boss, and that she's not afraid of him...what bad boys exemplify is this life force...this presence...he's there and people know it...and i'm with him...i'm the one who made him not want to look anywhere else...bad doesn't mean a hateful person who has no morals and lives life without logic. bad means misunderstood. and women love nothing more than a little mystery and intrigue in their life."

2002-09-19T14:32:00.000-04:00

monday. hung out with jon and his crazy fun filipino friends again. i swear. they are so cool. go jon. and they live in this beautiful high rise in the middle of the city. the work out and pool place is on the top floor and you can see EVERYTHING. ugh. so beautiful. i'm moving to chicago.

tuesday. hung out with jon. again. AND wonderwoman! so much fun. met wonderwoman at her place. there are like a gazillion dance pics everywhere. it's wonderful. jon got lost. couldn't find her place for like 45 min. when he finally got there we went to cheesecake factory. MMmmm. the place looked like willy wonka's chocolate factory. weird shaped walls. everything. then we went to the coolest place! the 96th floor of the john hancock building! WOOOOWWERS! my ears popped like 5 times. there was a bar, restaurant, etc. and all the walls are glass so you can see the WHOOOOOOOOOOLE city. it was AMAZING! i wanted to spit of the edge! but i couldn't. coz there were walls. why do i always get that urge when i'm all high up? hmph. anyhoo, hung out there for a while. talked about life. past. present. future. everything. very sobering. i wish i could have met speedracer. i always wanna call him spiderman? but alas, that's another chicago trip. like next week!

wednesday. hung out with my old roomate. man i love that guy. he took me to this really good (and cheap!) pan asian place. it was weird tho coz people sit like 3 inches away from you and it feels like your personal space is being invaded. i had to keep my volume down and hand gestures to a min. that is NOT easy. i hit a waiter coz i was laughing so hard. sigh. plus, everyone can hear everything! i had to watch the topics! anyhoo. got fat on asian food then went to some bar in the city. i swear. my roomate and i look so young. i feel like everyone was staring at us when we went in. it's that "don't they have high school in the morning?" stare. it's great. =) it's so much fun to look young. plus everytime i order a drink i have no idea what i'm doing. i ask like tons of questions and i feel like they always wonder what i'm doing there. but i'm learning! =) once again, much talk about life, the past, yadda, yadda, yadda. i love those conversations. =)

lakeshore drive. oh! we also went down lake shore drive. MAN OH MAN! it's soooooooooo bootiful! ugh. i'm bringing my wife to chicago someday. were walking down on the dock where the water is. i wanted to go swimming. but it was dark. and i didn't have my suit. and there were all these hazard signs. but whatever. i bet all the chicagonites just want to have all the fun to themselves. i'm sure they go swimming when the tourists leave. but lemme tell ya... so many couples! smooching everywhere! sheesh! everytime we turned the corner. smooch. smooch. smooch. then when they'd see us and stop and be all "huh? we weren't doin anything (all innocent)" yeah right! you were smooching! i saw it! anyhoo, i think they thought my friend and i were a couple or something. coz it was just us two. so we had to implement the 4-feet-apart rule. so it was cool. but i can't wait to come back to ann arbor. hip hop class here i come! smooch this! woo hoo!

2002-09-16T19:37:00.000-04:00

funKtion tryouts. wowsers. busy busy weekend. started off with jon g comin back to visit. ya jon. it was good seein ya. then funKtion tryouts. big UPS to dann "muscle man" lee for making it into gayo.. er funKtion. we now have four lee's in the group. hmmmm.. something fishy's goin on here. btw, anyone know dann's blog/xanga site? and suj's too? anyhoo, after that I had the very first FAM reunion.

motel six fam reunion. we met up at pizza house for the first time in YEARS! so much has change. one of them got a man, got married, got a house, got pregnant. one of them now sports facial hair and lived in turkey for half a year. one turned into a SUPERMODEL. and another one became a full fledged nurse. and i'm in my second year of work and transitioning into the "normal" life. and it was funny coz we all had jobs now so we could get more than just steak fries. we spent the night laughing at all the dumb things we did in undergrad. most of it was about the "pregnant" one. but it was so good to see them all. I can't wait to see the rest a yall! luv ya FAM! we must meet again! like next week! and we will. =)

chicago and priends. sunday was great too. drove out to Chicago and met up with jon and all his friends from the Philippines. man are they funny! fun too! we went to this "weird" bar. but it was all good. we had a great time. I want to go back to the Philippines like NOW. maybe December. I don't know. it's always been my DREAM. I just gotta make it happen. jon and I are suppose to meet up with wonderwoman and the infamous speedracer. can't wait. gotta call up so many peeps in Chicago. but I've got 2 weeks. so it's gonna happen. I'm on a mission to see everyone that's ever made a diff in my life. so if you're reading this chances are you're one of them. unless you're just stalking me. in anycase, let's still meet up. the more the merrier. peace.

2002-09-12T16:40:00.000-04:00

bad boys and good girls. the other day a few of us were talking about what we looked for in the opposite sex. it was really funny. it wasn’t the usual "he’s got to have a sense of humor" or "she has to have a pretty face" sort of conversation. instead, there was a general consensus among the girls that they wanted a BAD BOY. what that is, i still don’t know. but they don’t really want him to be bad. no not at all. they want him to be GOOD. they just want the bad boy image. why is that? i think it’s so they can live out their bad girl adventures through him without having the bad girl reputation. but that’s just my guess. then i asked myself what do guys look for? and it dawned on me! i think we look for the exact opposite thing! we want a GOOD GIRL. with a GOOD reputation. but we don’t want her to be totally good. no, NOT AT ALL. we want her to be a BAAAAAAAD. but ONLY with US. why is that? i think it’s so we can live out our bad boy adventures. but not just with any girl. a good girl. with a good reputation. ironic isn’t it? the guys i talked to about it agree with me. but i can’t speak for everyone. so if you have a diff take, or agree with me on this gimme a hello. all I know is that I’m going to the mall like right now to buy some thug jeans and a skull cap. peace. (i'm such a bad boy) =)

2002-09-11T12:37:00.000-04:00

9/11. one year ago today i started my second day of work. i was in the storage room surfing on this ghetto fabulous computer (my stuff hadn't come in yet), when heard some comotion in the meeting room. people were all staring at the tv in shock. i had no idea what was going on. they said some building fell. i started watching. i couldn't believe what i was seeing. it was like a movie. instantly i was like "wait a minute... i have soooooo many friends in nyc?!" i tried calling leslie, lynn, vince, calvin, etc. i couldn't get through. then i emailed everyone and their brother about. i was going into shock. i had one thought. and it wasn't very pleasant... i was all "God, if you killed any of my friends, i will be the most bitter person in all of history." i was filled with so much anger. how could He let something like this happen? i was blaming God.

one of my rules for blogging is to only post positive things. i want everyone who reads my entries to walk away feeling good. i was gonna say "but this is one of those exceptions". but right before i was gonna write it, it occured to me that this CAN be positive. i just have to have a positive conclusion. and i think i do. the reason i blamed God wasn't because i really think He's some jerk that just likes to make my life miserable. but because i have such a deep love for my friends that my first reaction was anger. and the easiest one to blame is ALWAYS God. 9/11 happened because He gave us freedom of choice. out of His great love. and with that comes (frightening) responsibility. and let me tell you. after 9/11, i called up all my family members and told them that i loved them. and i hung out with all my friends and told them i loved them too. it took this tragedy to wake me up to the most important things in life. and for the first time, i was truly proud to be an american. to that i am so thankful. God bless all the people who passed away. The officers. The firefighters. The citizens. God bless their families. and fo real, God bless America.

2002-09-10T15:12:00.000-04:00

dancing. did i ever tell you that i think i LOVE dancing? no, for real. i think i do. i love everything about it! i just went to the 2xs tryouts and had the best time. all these people trying out. the atmosphere. the music. the tension. the friends. old ones. new ones. bonding. i love it. i love everything about it. the practices. the late night hang outs. the performances. the community. teaching. learning. choreagraphing (well, not really. i just love finishing choreographing). pushing my body to learn something it can't do. putting 832 hours into something that'll be over in 5 minutes. the blood. the sweat. the tears. i love that nervous feeling i get before every show. i love that satisfying feeling after it's done. i love it when my fam and friends are in the audience. i love the potlucks. the pizza house outings. sitting in a mirrored room for hours by yourself coz you have choreo's block. i love it. and you know what? there's soooooooooo much more i still haven't experienced yet! i can't wait for this hip hop class to begin. i feel like it's a door opening to whole new... something. all new choreography. all new people. all new experiences. you know, sometimes i think i love everything that revolves around dancing more than the dancing itself. maybe dancing is just the avenue. anyhoo, i love it. thank God for dancing. fo real.

2002-09-06T13:42:00.000-04:00

anna and taco bell. i LOVE eating lunch with anna. did i ever tell anyone that? she's like the best lunch buddy! all we ever talk about is dancing and snoboarding. and i LOVE taco bell. it's sooooooooo cheap. 89 cent bean burritos... mmmmmmmmmm. how can you go wrong?! but the mexican pizza anna got today was WACK. it tasted like bathroom cleaner. it had this strong chemical punch to it. i don't know how anna ate over half of it. she's all "taste this martin. it's a little weird." i had one bite and didn't even swallow yet, and i was like "MWEH!" (puking nose). i got her money back. and more pennies for the water-coin game. but i'm still burping up bathroom cleaner. wonderful. :)

2002-09-05T11:12:00.000-04:00

festifall. shout out to funKtion and 2xs. kill it at festifall!

2002-09-05T11:11:00.000-04:00

i looooooooove the SUN! it is sooooooooooooo booty-ful. :) i woke up this morning feeling tired and blah. just one of those dayz. then i stepped outside and BAM! the sun was right in my face! i wanted to scream with happiness! and i did. i yelled "Good Morning!". i think i scared the woman across the parking lot cleaning her windows. she looked at me funny. and yesterday, when the sun greeted me, i yelled "Good Morning!" again, and an old man on a bike yelled back "Good Morning to you too!" It was weird. do these people think i'm talking to them or something? i don't even know them! anyhoo, my point is i love the sun. i think it was put there to make me happy. so i could go swimming. and get a good tan. and cancer. ah... the simple pleasures of life. :)

2002-09-03T17:12:00.000-04:00

life is great. why aren't my comments working?! ahhhhhhhhhhh! anyhoo, GGGRRRRReat weekend. went running. went swimming. went canoeing. tipped. twice. MACEY! ate crab-stuffed shrimp (or was it shrimp-stuffed crab?). ate cake. went dancing (see dridriland.blogspot.com). went sleeping. went churching. went home-home. ate filipino bbq. beat all my lil nephews at uno. psuedo-dj'ed. talked about all the make-you-cry movies. ALMOST had almond jello. went swimming again. this time with sharon and steve. tried learning how to float. failed. went bbqueing. volleyballed. went funktion practice watching. went pizza housing. saw friends. saw family. man! can life get any better?! hmmmmm... OFCOURSE IT CAN! IT ALWAYS GETS BETTER! you gotta LIVE life to love it. and you gotta LOVE life to live it.

2002-08-30T16:07:00.000-04:00

yo, everyone call up sprint right now. my plan ends in a month so i told them i was looking into other companies, which i was. so they gave me this great deal! 500 day, 3000 night/weekend starting at 8pm, 500 pcs to pcs, and a free month of service! all for $35.99! and i didn't have to change my phone# ! woo hoo! i still drop calls like crazy tho. but hey, it's cheap. go sprint. =)

2002-08-30T11:02:00.000-04:00

so i'm walking down the street with macey, and i hear someone call my name... who could it be? chrissy! wow! what a wonderful surprise! her family (minus connie - where are you girl?!) were there too. i was so excited! but i think i scared them. esp her mom. i don't think she's used to hugging loud strangers. but i think i made up for it when i said i loved china garden bread rolls. which i do. mmmmm. my conclusion? it's a small world.

2002-08-29T16:38:00.000-04:00

wow! people do read my blogs! woo hoo! i feel so... soo... hApPy! you don't even understand! ahhhhhhhh! i love you all! ok, ok. gather yourself martin. first off... hApPy BiRfDaY aNnA bAnaNa! you da best lunch buddy in da world! secondly.. i've had a revelation: there are no guarantees in life. cliche yes. but still very true. my friend from d.c. called me up yesternight and said that our friend just got laid off. there was a note on his desk and his laptop was in a box. no forewarning. nothing. two weeks ago we were on a billable project together. now he's filing for unemployment. and he has a $1300 monthly mortage on the new house that he JUST bought.

what's goin on here people?! i feel like i should just pack up my things and leave my cube already! but what can i do? what can ANYONE do? it wasn't his fault. he did nothing wrong. that's just the way it is. therefore, my conclusion: there are are no guarantees in life. one minute your fine. the next, your... i don't want to say. you just gotta roll with the punches and take life as it comes i guess. coz you never know what to expect. it's not what happens to you. it's what you make of it. ok. i'm done preaching. back to...work?

2002-08-28T16:24:00.000-04:00

ok. i think my comments are working now.

2002-08-26T09:08:00.000-04:00

i LOVE my new place. i just moved into my friend's condo. Woo Hoo! I love it! I love it! I love it! There's a HUGE pool. I mean HUGE. for those of you who know my summer habits, you know i will be residing there most of my time. And I hear there's a sauna and some other stuff. Ooh la la. =) I'm now living with jay choi, john koh, and as of sunday morning, paul rittenhouse. it's gonna be a riot. and you know what i love about moving? getting rid of all your junk! i'm freeeeeeeeee! free from bondage! bondage to my junk! i gave six bags of clothes away to kawanis. thank you mary kuo for telling me about the place. and thank you samples, change, and mace for helping me bring my stuff. you know, i used to bring VAN LOADS of stuff everywhere i moved. couches. toasters. dishes. desks. chairs. stereos. tv's. vcr's. all "junk". it was junk coz i never used any of it! now it's just the bare essentials. snowboard. guitar. clothes. metrx. it's the best. another great think about my place is that we're all working people. everyone gets up early. and everyone comes home late. i can't wait to have 401k conversations. fo real. it's like music to my ears. not coz i like 401k's. but because i know i'm with peeps in the same boat as i am. i can't wait to see what this year has in store. so everyone come visit me. we'll go swimming. =)

2002-08-23T14:56:00.000-04:00

the greatest thing happened to me yesterday. i did the IMPOSSIBLE. you know when you go into taco bell and they have those little money things? you drop your coin in the water and if it lands on a ever so tiny platform you win a burrito or something? well... i won! finally! you don't understand. i've been playing this game for MONTHS. i started bring extra coins to lunch to just play it more. i swear. i feel like the #1 provider for whatever that non-profit org is. just ask anna. i make her play too. i finally found a use for pennies. other than the horses at meijers. right dann? right pz? gonads you too. the bad thing is, you don't get a prize if you use pennies. they only like the silver coins. but you should of seen it. i started cheering and jumping around when i did it. i think people got scared. i was so excited, i had to call someone. anna ofcourse. i think i scared her too. oh well. people need a good scare every now and then n e way. :)

2002-08-23T14:48:00.000-04:00

yay! you can put comments up now! it only took me 3 hours. sheesh! i wonder if anyone will ever read this stuff. it's like when you want people to sign your guestbook but they never do. and i feel like my whole life is exposed. i'm still not used to all this "online" stuff. it feels weird. IM. blogs. email. it's like having a community but not really. like psuedo friends. it just makes me feel like i'm not the only in the office. when i really am. i love fridays. coz i get to see real humans when i get home. macey! jess! andri! see yall tonight!

2002-08-22T10:45:00.000-04:00

ok. here comes my first thought... isn't it funny when you're sad, all you want to do is be sadder? and you wonder if you'll ever feel happy again? that it's all hopeless? you start listening to sad songs and throw you're own pity party? you want all the happy people in the world to be sad too? i guess it's true. misery loves company. on the other hand, when i become happy again, it's just the oppisite! i want to even be more happy! and i want all the sad people in the world to be happy like me! and i want to throw a happy party! ok, cheezy i know but it's true. and you know what usually brings me out of the pity party into the happy party? people. it's so weird. i think we all long for community. one minute i'm sad. but then when i spend time with another human, i'm all of a sudden happy? why is that? am i just trying to ignore my problems? i think that might be part of the reason. but i think the bigger reason for me is all of a sudden my problems aren't so big anymore. i just needed to step back and say, "hey, it's not so bad." i just need to chill out! you know what i heard they do to POWs to break them down? no, not physical torture. they've done that stuff already. it doesn't work. they isolate them from each other. it's amazing. if they're tortured together, they feed off each other's strength and give each other hope. but when they're thrown into a dark cell by themselves for a month and just left there to rot, they break down like that. no torture needed. i guess that's the way we are. so my conclusion is... i need to to go to war and become a POW and suffer with my comrades! no. that's not it. my conclusion is i need people. otherwise i die inside. even if it's just a one hour lunch with anna once a week. or going to nyc every few months. or just going to the ccrb to see that other humans exist. i need it to survive. God help me if i'm ever on a deserted island by myself. ok i'm done. :)

2002-08-22T09:17:00.000-04:00

hello? is this thing working?