Some salary brackets of WWE superstars (It was also reported that Bret Hart made the highest amount in wwe history in his last year as a WWE superstar with $6 million dollars)
$50,000-$99,000 per year
Most performers who are employed just for television, such as Terri Runnels and Tori, are in this wage bracket.
$100,000-$249,000 per year
In this wage bracket are such wrestlers as Jacqueline, Too Cool, Viscera & Midian. Each of these earns in the neighborhood of $200,000 a year.
$250,000-$499,999 per year
This is what most mid-card wrestlers in the WWF earn. In this bracket are Mark Henry ($300,000 per year until 2006), Taka Michinoku ($250,000) , X-Pac, Val Venis, Road Dogg & Chris Jericho.
$500,000-$999,999 per year
This is what some of the bigger stars in the WWF earn. In this bracket are Mankind, The Undertaker & HHH. Also in this bracket is The Rock ($600,000 a year 'downside' until 2005) but his actual earnings exceeded $2 million in 1999.
$ 1 million + per year
These are the big money earners in wrestling. In this bracket are Big Show ($1 million per year until 2009), Ken Shamrock ($1.1 million per year until 2001) & Steve Austin earned over $6 million in 1999.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
Rainy day dossier
[Journal Entry: Mon Oct 30, 2006, 11:16 AM, here]
I love the city in the rain. The last of the second half monsoon rains is here; soft, on light wind, the sort of misty breeze that ruffles your hair like a playful little sister.
…If you have a little sister.
It’s those days where you’d spend the mornings quietly, by the natural light, and put your fragment of thoughts into writing.
Street children on the streets stop, now, to open their mouths, drink it down, cold and clean and fresh. You see them, and for a while, you contemplate about dropping everything and to jump right in with them.
Down the street, phonebooths, sidewalk screens, and smoke belched covered sidewalks are made new again by the water.
Don’t you wish that, for just one day, you could be that naiveté little sibling? That, for just one hour, you could play with those carefree street children? That, for just one second, you could be the rain?
I love the city in the rain. The last of the second half monsoon rains is here; soft, on light wind, the sort of misty breeze that ruffles your hair like a playful little sister.
…If you have a little sister.
It’s those days where you’d spend the mornings quietly, by the natural light, and put your fragment of thoughts into writing.
Street children on the streets stop, now, to open their mouths, drink it down, cold and clean and fresh. You see them, and for a while, you contemplate about dropping everything and to jump right in with them.
Down the street, phonebooths, sidewalk screens, and smoke belched covered sidewalks are made new again by the water.
Don’t you wish that, for just one day, you could be that naiveté little sibling? That, for just one hour, you could play with those carefree street children? That, for just one second, you could be the rain?
Saturday, October 28, 2006
A Friend Wrote This
Just wanna share it with you...
Nais kong ibahagi sa inyo ang namagitan sa amin
ng aking itay isang gabi. Hinding-hindi ko
makakalimutan ang gabing iyon. Malakas ang ulan
noonnguni't maalinsangan ang simoy ng hangin.
Ako ay nagsusuklay sa aking silid, katatapos ko
pa lamang maligo at nakatapis pa lamang noon.
Narinig kong kumakatok si Itay sa aking pinto.
Nang sagutin ko ang pagkatok niya ay sinabi niya
na kailanga n daw naming mag-usap at huminging
papasukin siya. Binuksan ko ang pinto at siya'y
kagyat na pumasok sa aking silid.
Laking pagkagulat ko nang ipinid niya at susian
ang pinto. Hinawakan ni Itay ang aking mga kamay,
hinaplos-haplos niya ang aking buhok, ang aking
mukha, pinaraan niya ang kanyang mga daliri sa
aking kilay, sa aking mga pisngi,sa aking mga
labi. Napasigaw ako.
"ITAY, huwag, huwag! Ako'y inyong anak! Utang na
loob, Itay!" Nguni't parang walang narinig ang
aking Itay. Ipinagpatuloy niya ang kanyang
ginagawa. Ipinikit ko na lamang ang aking mga
mata dahil ayaw kong makita ang mukha ng aking
ama habang ipinagpapatuloy niya ang kanyang
ginagawa sa akin.
Naririnig ko si Inay sumisigaw habang binabayo
ang pinto at nagpipilit na ito'y buksan , "Hayop
ka! hayop ka! Huwag mong gawin iyan sa anak mo!
Huwag mong sirain ang kanyang kinabukasan".
Subalit wala ring nagawa si Inay, hindi rin siya
pinakinggan ni Itay. Nanatili na lamang akong
walang katinag-tinag at ipinaubaya ko na lamang
ang aking sarili sa anumang gustong gawin ng
aking Itay.
Pagkalipas ng ilang oras ay tumigil na rin ang
aking Itay.
Iniharap niya ako sa salamin ay ganoon na lamang
angaking pagkamangha at pagkagulat sa aking
nakita. Magaling naman palang mag-make-up si
itay.
Nang gabing iyon ay nagtapat sa akin ang aking
ama. Bakla pala siya. Labis akong nagalak sa
galin g at husay ng aking ama. Naisip ko na
matutuwa ang aking boyfriend dahil lalo akong
gumanda ngayon. Niyakap ko si Itay at pareho
kaming napaluha sa labis na kagalakan. Masaya na
kami ngayon at nabubuhay nang matiwasay.
Lovingly yours,
BADONG
Nais kong ibahagi sa inyo ang namagitan sa amin
ng aking itay isang gabi. Hinding-hindi ko
makakalimutan ang gabing iyon. Malakas ang ulan
noonnguni't maalinsangan ang simoy ng hangin.
Ako ay nagsusuklay sa aking silid, katatapos ko
pa lamang maligo at nakatapis pa lamang noon.
Narinig kong kumakatok si Itay sa aking pinto.
Nang sagutin ko ang pagkatok niya ay sinabi niya
na kailanga n daw naming mag-usap at huminging
papasukin siya. Binuksan ko ang pinto at siya'y
kagyat na pumasok sa aking silid.
Laking pagkagulat ko nang ipinid niya at susian
ang pinto. Hinawakan ni Itay ang aking mga kamay,
hinaplos-haplos niya ang aking buhok, ang aking
mukha, pinaraan niya ang kanyang mga daliri sa
aking kilay, sa aking mga pisngi,sa aking mga
labi. Napasigaw ako.
"ITAY, huwag, huwag! Ako'y inyong anak! Utang na
loob, Itay!" Nguni't parang walang narinig ang
aking Itay. Ipinagpatuloy niya ang kanyang
ginagawa. Ipinikit ko na lamang ang aking mga
mata dahil ayaw kong makita ang mukha ng aking
ama habang ipinagpapatuloy niya ang kanyang
ginagawa sa akin.
Naririnig ko si Inay sumisigaw habang binabayo
ang pinto at nagpipilit na ito'y buksan , "Hayop
ka! hayop ka! Huwag mong gawin iyan sa anak mo!
Huwag mong sirain ang kanyang kinabukasan".
Subalit wala ring nagawa si Inay, hindi rin siya
pinakinggan ni Itay. Nanatili na lamang akong
walang katinag-tinag at ipinaubaya ko na lamang
ang aking sarili sa anumang gustong gawin ng
aking Itay.
Pagkalipas ng ilang oras ay tumigil na rin ang
aking Itay.
Iniharap niya ako sa salamin ay ganoon na lamang
angaking pagkamangha at pagkagulat sa aking
nakita. Magaling naman palang mag-make-up si
itay.
Nang gabing iyon ay nagtapat sa akin ang aking
ama. Bakla pala siya. Labis akong nagalak sa
galin g at husay ng aking ama. Naisip ko na
matutuwa ang aking boyfriend dahil lalo akong
gumanda ngayon. Niyakap ko si Itay at pareho
kaming napaluha sa labis na kagalakan. Masaya na
kami ngayon at nabubuhay nang matiwasay.
Lovingly yours,
BADONG
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Dissecting Team Eugene and Team Lester
Jim’s The Definitive E vs. L (2006) was able to exhaust the contrasts and similarities between Team Eugene and Team Lester when it comes to the teams’ origins, purposes, resources, prowess, impacts, and legacies. As holistic as it initially looks, the post has unfortunately left one to hunger for a more philosophical and deeper meaning for the two. This post aims to expound and give the latent, symbolic, socio-political, and deconstructive levels of meaning to these polar alignments.
Introduction
Gow’s E vs. L of 2006 stated that the relationship between the two (team Eugene and team Lester) is similar to that of “An empire against a stabilized rebellion” (2006), and that “Team Lester spawned as a result of Team Eugene” (2006). Supporting statements from his posts were analogies of a government getting drunk with power and an emergence of a resistance to fight the corrupt (Gow, 2006). This leads us to the concept between the mainstream vs. the unconventional.
Correct? Yes and no. Yes, because it is mainstream vs. the alternative, and no, because it is not only so. It is also a microcosm for the balance of power, for power checking, and negation.
The roots of Team Eugene can be traced on early 2004, where people who got nothing better to do in the clique called the13 made a clique-fad called Team Eugene, whose purpose is to exercise and rejoice the doctrine and values that Eugene lived by. A defunct Friendster account is a testament to this organization’s impact to the society.
As time went on, the people who got nothing better to do in the13 got tired of having just one dominant clique-fad to make fun of and made a second polar opposite clique-fad called Team Lester to contradict all the doctrine and values of Team Eugene, just for the spite of it.
Parallelisms in History
This concept (mainstream vs. the alternative) is epitomized by the outcome of the Vietnam War, where Vietnamese guerilla tactics, a form of unconventional warfare, successfully resisted and the Americans and their knowledge of traditional warfare.
Secondly, national democracy rose as the counterpart to the political ideology of communism (power checking) during the Cold War.
Finally, team Lester’s emergence is the need to negate Team Eugene, just as Agent Smith negated Neo in the Wachowski brothers’ Matrix trilogy (1999, 2003).
Symbolism
Now, for a more symbolic interpretation, one would only need to take a look at the first letter of each team’s names – the letters “E” and “L”. From observation, one would be able to conclude that the “L” emerged from the “E” (signifying team Lester emerging from team Eugene), as it is similar in writing to the other, only with two less strokes. Negating the two letters, one will be left with two horizontal strokes, the “=”, or the equal sign (when you negate the two teams, what is left would be something that's equal, implying and exemplifying that they cancel each other out).
Socio-Political Meaning
Yours truly went through the effort of validating each team’s socio-political alignment by answering a political compass survey (http://politicalcompass.org) with each Team’s psyche in mind.
Basically, Team Eugene’s core value is that one would lean himself to a particular alignment that would serve him best depending on the season, while Team Lester’s core value is based on popular policies and democratic tendencies.
Results showed that Team Eugene's political alignment is Authoritarian Centralist, while Team Lester is Libertarian Rightist.
Deconstructive Level of Meaning
Therefore, if one wishes to answer the question of who is better than the other, the probable answer is that it is only a matter of preference and perspective, because in the end, no team would rise over the other. It is a most unfortunate eternal struggle.
One team cannot simply exist on its own. It has to negate the other. Because if not (and one would win over the other), dystopia will definitely arise.
Papayag ba kayo na panay daga sa mundo o kaya panay dota na lang ang mananaig? Tha'd be pretty senseless. So there. Here’s to a kuwentong walang kuwenta, salaysay na walang saysay, and a babalang puro kabalbalan.
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Physics Marathon
Just finished a 5-hour marathon physics exam.
I'm not exaggarating when I tell you now that I puked out of sheer mental exhaustion (well, I also didn't sleep last night).
Physicists must be crazy. After taking the exam, I talked with some of my physics major friends and asked them why they're hanging out at Faura Hall. Apparently, they're preparing for their Classical Mechanics finals orals exams. The no. of thesis statements? 80. They have to prove the statements mathematically, and explain it very well, all in under 10 minutes.
I was informed that the survival rate of that course is very low. Last year only 5 students out of 16 passed it. To think that some of the smartest kids in the country take up physics at the Ateneo.
I bow down everytime I meet a physics major. They probably have the hardest curriculum in our school. To think that we chem majors lord it over a section of the school. We just laugh when people say that Management-Honors is the toughest course in the Ateneo (How you measure the toughness of a course when you've never even in that course is beyond me, I just have to say we have a tougher course hehehehe).
I'm not exaggarating when I tell you now that I puked out of sheer mental exhaustion (well, I also didn't sleep last night).
Physicists must be crazy. After taking the exam, I talked with some of my physics major friends and asked them why they're hanging out at Faura Hall. Apparently, they're preparing for their Classical Mechanics finals orals exams. The no. of thesis statements? 80. They have to prove the statements mathematically, and explain it very well, all in under 10 minutes.
I was informed that the survival rate of that course is very low. Last year only 5 students out of 16 passed it. To think that some of the smartest kids in the country take up physics at the Ateneo.
I bow down everytime I meet a physics major. They probably have the hardest curriculum in our school. To think that we chem majors lord it over a section of the school. We just laugh when people say that Management-Honors is the toughest course in the Ateneo (How you measure the toughness of a course when you've never even in that course is beyond me, I just have to say we have a tougher course hehehehe).
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
This Earth of Mankind
“What’s this? You’re looking at a Friendster profile of someone you met for the first time yesterday, someone you hardly know?”
“Well, technically, I’ve acquainted myself with her for quite some time now. I called her up the other day, we’ve met yesterday, and today, I’m knowing stuff about her that’s making me realize that we have a lot more in common than I originally thought we had.”
“Sure. Keeping her resume, contacting her for an interview, peeping on her Friendster account and seeing that you have the same favorite book count as such.”
“If you like to put it that way.”
“I thought you hated your job?”
“Yes, before.
Imagine this, you resent having to wake up at an ungodly hour, and you go to work at least thirty minutes late everyday. You have that heavy feeling inside you, as if there was a looming cloud over you, everywhere you go.
And then, one day, you got to interview someone out of the ordinary, someone who made the pitch of your voice higher than usual; An obvious sign of anxiety.
You tell her that your interview with her will be good for fifteen to twenty minutes. And yet, it took over an hour. She got to talk about the things that she liked, and you listened intently.
She enjoyed the interview, so did you.
She asked for your contact details, and left you with a good feeling inside. A feeling like there was something in what you’re doing that gave meaning, that gave you a sense of appreciation for your crap-ass job.
And, at that moment, you smiled.”
“I see. I know that feeling exactly.”
“I’m sure you do.”
“Go on.”
“As I was returning to the office a while ago, I got a call, saying that I should place her for a position that’s not fit for her. I naturally asserted my principle. I disagreed.
Disagreeing proved futile. Suddenly, she became a victim of injustice; she was stripped of an opportunity that she fought for, fair and square.
I was crushed, literally.
My eyes watered up. My tone got throaty. My nose got itchy.
I couldn’t look at her. I couldn’t tell her straight faced, bluntly, that she won’t get the position.”
“What a terrible situation for her.”
“I sympathize with her.”
“Because?”
“Because I shared the exact same experience as with her before, three months earlier, that I was deprived of the exact same position, and was considered for the exact other position, a position that’s also not fit for me.
She doesn’t deserve this. She doesn’t deserve not entertaining her other pending applications for the position, only to know that she got screwed. She doesn’t deserve the frustration.
Of all the feelings and exact similar situations that I had to share with someone else in this earth of mankind, why does it have to be this?
I really feel bad for her. I really do.”
“You had to share the same despair.”
“..Go away, conscience.”
“Well, technically, I’ve acquainted myself with her for quite some time now. I called her up the other day, we’ve met yesterday, and today, I’m knowing stuff about her that’s making me realize that we have a lot more in common than I originally thought we had.”
“Sure. Keeping her resume, contacting her for an interview, peeping on her Friendster account and seeing that you have the same favorite book count as such.”
“If you like to put it that way.”
“I thought you hated your job?”
“Yes, before.
Imagine this, you resent having to wake up at an ungodly hour, and you go to work at least thirty minutes late everyday. You have that heavy feeling inside you, as if there was a looming cloud over you, everywhere you go.
And then, one day, you got to interview someone out of the ordinary, someone who made the pitch of your voice higher than usual; An obvious sign of anxiety.
You tell her that your interview with her will be good for fifteen to twenty minutes. And yet, it took over an hour. She got to talk about the things that she liked, and you listened intently.
She enjoyed the interview, so did you.
She asked for your contact details, and left you with a good feeling inside. A feeling like there was something in what you’re doing that gave meaning, that gave you a sense of appreciation for your crap-ass job.
And, at that moment, you smiled.”
“I see. I know that feeling exactly.”
“I’m sure you do.”
“Go on.”
“As I was returning to the office a while ago, I got a call, saying that I should place her for a position that’s not fit for her. I naturally asserted my principle. I disagreed.
Disagreeing proved futile. Suddenly, she became a victim of injustice; she was stripped of an opportunity that she fought for, fair and square.
I was crushed, literally.
My eyes watered up. My tone got throaty. My nose got itchy.
I couldn’t look at her. I couldn’t tell her straight faced, bluntly, that she won’t get the position.”
“What a terrible situation for her.”
“I sympathize with her.”
“Because?”
“Because I shared the exact same experience as with her before, three months earlier, that I was deprived of the exact same position, and was considered for the exact other position, a position that’s also not fit for me.
She doesn’t deserve this. She doesn’t deserve not entertaining her other pending applications for the position, only to know that she got screwed. She doesn’t deserve the frustration.
Of all the feelings and exact similar situations that I had to share with someone else in this earth of mankind, why does it have to be this?
I really feel bad for her. I really do.”
“You had to share the same despair.”
“..Go away, conscience.”
Monday, October 16, 2006
Ａｎｎａｂｅｌｌｅ Ｃｈｏｎｇ Ｔｒｉｂｕｔｅ
I was surfing the internet the other day for good documentaries to download when I saw an article mentioning praises by Robert Redford on an indie documentary called "Sex:The Annabelle Chong Story". So I looked it up who Annabelle Chong was and apparently she was the one who started the whole big gangbang thing by having sex with 251 men (Actually there were 70 men in the shoot but they keep coming back, so one ejaculation equals one man in their tally).
Naturally I have to download the sex video out of curiosity. It was my first time to ever watch a porn. I wasn't totally titillated at all. Its all about curiosity. CURIOSITY. Curiosity...about the whole gangbang record thing...its not about the sex...its about the record...I was curious about the record...got that? I repeat, its not about the sex...it was never about the sex.
Anyway, I first thought that the girl was hot, and with an even hotter body. While watching, some random ideas came to mind such as "Why not make the Philippine's biggest gangbang?", while other musings were more on the philosophical bent but this is not the post to discuss this.
After half an hour, you get the feeling of pity for the girl but then again, how can you feel pity when she keeps on enjoying the whole thing? Whats more pitiful is the choice of men that had to fuck her (Read : Middle-aged dorks wearing glasses with a 45 inch waistline and bushy chest). But she kept on thanking each and every one of those jackasses and telling them to "Keep on coming and fuck me hard, I can do a hundred more!". Boy, is she an iron woman or what? After the 45th minute, I didn't feel pity any more. I felt like shouting "Come on girl ! Go for the record ! You can do it ! We're all right behind you!"
Ahhh, the highlight of the film was the last segment, when the legend himself, the #1 porn star of all time (according to internet sources) Ron Jeremy was invited to be the last man to fuck her. At this point, she had been fucked for over 10 hours and 250 times. Her ....feminity was so sore that she kept on screaming and grimacing but it was obvious that she did a little acting and faked her way into enjoying it.
Blah blah blah..tinatamad na akong ayusing ang post na ito. di naman siguro censored ang blog na ito noh? post ako ng vidcaps mamaya hehehehehehe
Naturally I have to download the sex video out of curiosity. It was my first time to ever watch a porn. I wasn't totally titillated at all. Its all about curiosity. CURIOSITY. Curiosity...about the whole gangbang record thing...its not about the sex...its about the record...I was curious about the record...got that? I repeat, its not about the sex...it was never about the sex.
Anyway, I first thought that the girl was hot, and with an even hotter body. While watching, some random ideas came to mind such as "Why not make the Philippine's biggest gangbang?", while other musings were more on the philosophical bent but this is not the post to discuss this.
After half an hour, you get the feeling of pity for the girl but then again, how can you feel pity when she keeps on enjoying the whole thing? Whats more pitiful is the choice of men that had to fuck her (Read : Middle-aged dorks wearing glasses with a 45 inch waistline and bushy chest). But she kept on thanking each and every one of those jackasses and telling them to "Keep on coming and fuck me hard, I can do a hundred more!". Boy, is she an iron woman or what? After the 45th minute, I didn't feel pity any more. I felt like shouting "Come on girl ! Go for the record ! You can do it ! We're all right behind you!"
Ahhh, the highlight of the film was the last segment, when the legend himself, the #1 porn star of all time (according to internet sources) Ron Jeremy was invited to be the last man to fuck her. At this point, she had been fucked for over 10 hours and 250 times. Her ....feminity was so sore that she kept on screaming and grimacing but it was obvious that she did a little acting and faked her way into enjoying it.
Blah blah blah..tinatamad na akong ayusing ang post na ito. di naman siguro censored ang blog na ito noh? post ako ng vidcaps mamaya hehehehehehe
Once in a Milenyo
Good evening boys and girls.
With nothing better to do on a quiet Sunday evening, I thought I’d rattle up my old noggin and try to write something for a change, something that I should’ve written weeks ago.
Sit back boys and girls, I’ll tell you about how I went through the day when Typhoon Milenyo struck.
-----
Oh, how could I forget that faithful day, when my full figured boss called me up, and told me that I should deliver the daily time records of my fifty something associates to the main office before I get to work. The things I do just to save that sorry company.
Mind you, liaisons was never part of my job description, nevertheless, this fool, along with Mr. taxi cab driver, braved the early floods at around 7am and went to the main office like a good sheep, not minding the mass panic of anticipation over the super typhoon.
Little Michael then arrived at Paco around 730, and having spent a good 200 bucks for transportation (whom he didn’t reimburse), was naturally pissed. Thoughts about him making a statement against that crap of a third party agency ran through his mind then as he wandered about the office, looking for people to share his angst to.
The office was deserted. One of the bosses there whom he looked up to had a short talk with him. She mentioned that all employees should vacate the site by noon. He obliged.
Save for one faggy spineless associate, whom he made a fool of, that errand wasn’t that hard.
-----
Fast forward to noon. Another slutty former co-worker, all the way from Makati, foolishly went to the site just to meet her friends, and especially to a particular friend of hers whom she did nothing but to ogle about. Now, if only I had the stomach to respect that former co-worker, this story would be sunnier.
Ehem, now, this is where everything gets exciting (and foolish)…
Initial plans to go to some dingy karaoke bar along St. Scholastica’s College were scrapped to a more foolish idea.
WHY NOT GO TO MALL OF ASIA AMIDST AN APPROACHING SUPER TYPHOON?
It seemed like a fun and daring idea then; oh boy, were we wrong.
-----
I never understood God that day, why He spared ten lives that faithful day, when every sane person would scurry home, wet themselves silly and pray their rosaries.
In that short span of time (around 2-3 hours to be exact), where Milenyo passed, Mall of Asia was reduced to piles of rubbles, literally. Walls were swept by furious winds, exposing the Styrofoam coating, and ill-constructed ceilings.
Blackout. Dripping ceilings. Broken windows. Trees uprooted. The “S” of the “SM” signage wasn’t even spared. It was a sight comparable to a scene in the day after tomorrow.
It was a shame. Well, for the management at MOA, that is.
Everyone finally saw how ill constructed that mall was.
The super typhoon was so bad that you couldn’t make a cellphone call or send a text message for two days. Mall of Asia was so devastated that Starbucks can’t serve drinks made from crushed ice.
I’ll post the pictures as soon as I can get my Bluetooth dongle to work on my laptop.
-----
That night, Manila literally went to the dark ages. I had to brave the pitch-black Taft Avenue, and fight with other pissed people, drenched in rain, just to get a decent ride home.
Little Michael went to bed that night with a heart that thumped so hard, you could swear that Edgar Allan Poe got his Tell-Tale Heart story from him.
-----
If a super typhoon with winds that could literally rip walls off, uproot trees, crush ceilings and expose its wirings comes, STAY HOME.
With nothing better to do on a quiet Sunday evening, I thought I’d rattle up my old noggin and try to write something for a change, something that I should’ve written weeks ago.
Sit back boys and girls, I’ll tell you about how I went through the day when Typhoon Milenyo struck.
-----
Oh, how could I forget that faithful day, when my full figured boss called me up, and told me that I should deliver the daily time records of my fifty something associates to the main office before I get to work. The things I do just to save that sorry company.
Mind you, liaisons was never part of my job description, nevertheless, this fool, along with Mr. taxi cab driver, braved the early floods at around 7am and went to the main office like a good sheep, not minding the mass panic of anticipation over the super typhoon.
Little Michael then arrived at Paco around 730, and having spent a good 200 bucks for transportation (whom he didn’t reimburse), was naturally pissed. Thoughts about him making a statement against that crap of a third party agency ran through his mind then as he wandered about the office, looking for people to share his angst to.
The office was deserted. One of the bosses there whom he looked up to had a short talk with him. She mentioned that all employees should vacate the site by noon. He obliged.
Save for one faggy spineless associate, whom he made a fool of, that errand wasn’t that hard.
-----
Fast forward to noon. Another slutty former co-worker, all the way from Makati, foolishly went to the site just to meet her friends, and especially to a particular friend of hers whom she did nothing but to ogle about. Now, if only I had the stomach to respect that former co-worker, this story would be sunnier.
Ehem, now, this is where everything gets exciting (and foolish)…
Initial plans to go to some dingy karaoke bar along St. Scholastica’s College were scrapped to a more foolish idea.
WHY NOT GO TO MALL OF ASIA AMIDST AN APPROACHING SUPER TYPHOON?
It seemed like a fun and daring idea then; oh boy, were we wrong.
-----
I never understood God that day, why He spared ten lives that faithful day, when every sane person would scurry home, wet themselves silly and pray their rosaries.
In that short span of time (around 2-3 hours to be exact), where Milenyo passed, Mall of Asia was reduced to piles of rubbles, literally. Walls were swept by furious winds, exposing the Styrofoam coating, and ill-constructed ceilings.
Blackout. Dripping ceilings. Broken windows. Trees uprooted. The “S” of the “SM” signage wasn’t even spared. It was a sight comparable to a scene in the day after tomorrow.
It was a shame. Well, for the management at MOA, that is.
Everyone finally saw how ill constructed that mall was.
The super typhoon was so bad that you couldn’t make a cellphone call or send a text message for two days. Mall of Asia was so devastated that Starbucks can’t serve drinks made from crushed ice.
I’ll post the pictures as soon as I can get my Bluetooth dongle to work on my laptop.
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That night, Manila literally went to the dark ages. I had to brave the pitch-black Taft Avenue, and fight with other pissed people, drenched in rain, just to get a decent ride home.
Little Michael went to bed that night with a heart that thumped so hard, you could swear that Edgar Allan Poe got his Tell-Tale Heart story from him.
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If a super typhoon with winds that could literally rip walls off, uproot trees, crush ceilings and expose its wirings comes, STAY HOME.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
jubilee xmas party
Oh no! Nobody's doing anything about it!
If nobody acts by next month, or even early december, this annual event aimed in raising funds fo r poor orphans would be in jeopardy! The beneficiaries this year are those poor little girls along Q. Ave. nyahahahahahaa
Might I suggest the 13 does its act now? Who will do what? This needs a ym conference.
If nobody acts by next month, or even early december, this annual event aimed in raising funds fo r poor orphans would be in jeopardy! The beneficiaries this year are those poor little girls along Q. Ave. nyahahahahahaa
Might I suggest the 13 does its act now? Who will do what? This needs a ym conference.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Why God never received a PhD
1. He had only one major publication.
2. It was in Hebrew.
3. It had no references.
4. It wasn't published in a refereed journal.
5. Some even doubt he wrote it by himself.
6. It may be true that he created the world, but what has he done since then?
7. His cooperative efforts have been quite limited.
8. The scientific community has had a hard time replicating his results.
9. He never applied to the ethics board for permission to use human subjects.
10. When one experiment went awry he tried to cover it by drowning his subjects.
11. When subjects didn't behave as predicted, he deleted them from the sample.
12. He rarely came to class, just told students to read the book.
13. Some say he had his son teach the class.
14. He expelled his first two students for learning.
15. Although there were only 10 requirements, most of his students failed his tests.
16. His office hours were infrequent and usually held on a mountain top.
17. No record of working well with colleagues.
2. It was in Hebrew.
3. It had no references.
4. It wasn't published in a refereed journal.
5. Some even doubt he wrote it by himself.
6. It may be true that he created the world, but what has he done since then?
7. His cooperative efforts have been quite limited.
8. The scientific community has had a hard time replicating his results.
9. He never applied to the ethics board for permission to use human subjects.
10. When one experiment went awry he tried to cover it by drowning his subjects.
11. When subjects didn't behave as predicted, he deleted them from the sample.
12. He rarely came to class, just told students to read the book.
13. Some say he had his son teach the class.
14. He expelled his first two students for learning.
15. Although there were only 10 requirements, most of his students failed his tests.
16. His office hours were infrequent and usually held on a mountain top.
17. No record of working well with colleagues.
Saturday, October 07, 2006
As if there was any doubt...
| You Are Dr. Pepper |
 You're very unique and funky, yet you still have a bit of traditionalism to you. People who like you think they have great taste... and they usually do. Your best soda match: Root Beer Stay away from: 7 Up |
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
God's Team
God's team lost last night, 76-74 in the uaap equivalent of Jubilee High School basketball team beating the 1992 U.S. Dream Team.
It rained afterwards.
Obviously God wasn't pleased.
It rained afterwards.
Obviously God wasn't pleased.
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Countering C:\Windows
I bet you're now telling me "Geez, thanks for revealing every man's secret".
Never fear my comrade! I've got the solution to solve your woes.
You upload it into one of those uploading websites like rapidshare!
That's right. You can upload it into a website and retrieve the file anytime.
Not only will your computer be squeaky clean of any smut, you can also download the file anywhere, even in your office!
Imagine : Your office has this software installed that block you from looking at any porn sites. What do you do? You download the file from rapidshare and be the envy of every man in the office (as well as the chagrin of your lady supervisor)!
So what do you do now? Upload your files now!
Never fear my comrade! I've got the solution to solve your woes.
You upload it into one of those uploading websites like rapidshare!
That's right. You can upload it into a website and retrieve the file anytime.
Not only will your computer be squeaky clean of any smut, you can also download the file anywhere, even in your office!
Imagine : Your office has this software installed that block you from looking at any porn sites. What do you do? You download the file from rapidshare and be the envy of every man in the office (as well as the chagrin of your lady supervisor)!
So what do you do now? Upload your files now!
C:\Windows
Your friend referred you to this website showing very revealing pictures of this celebrity you've been ogling at for years. But you just can't put it as your wallpaper on your desktop since mom might see it, or little sis might squeal on mom. So what do you do? You save it in C:\Windows.
How about this : You just downloaded the latest sex scandal and it involves your friend and you just have to see it. Where do you save it? C:\Windows.
It seems that C:\Windows has been the universal location to save your dirty stuff. Not in that silly My documents folder, or even the My pictures and My videos that nobody really uses. Its in C:\Windows. Why? Nobody else, especially the girls, would bother to look into C:\Windows. They would most likely look into the folder labelled with your name.
If you're a girlfriend/mom/sister who's reading this and suspects his man has hidden porn stashed in his computer be sure to check out C:\Windows first. Because I bet my bottom dollar 90% of the time its there.
How about this : You just downloaded the latest
It seems that C:\Windows has been the universal location to save your dirty stuff. Not in that silly My documents folder, or even the My pictures and My videos that nobody really uses. Its in C:\Windows. Why? Nobody else, especially the girls, would bother to look into C:\Windows. They would most likely look into the folder labelled with your name.
If you're a girlfriend/mom/sister who's reading this and suspects his man has hidden porn stashed in his computer be sure to check out C:\Windows first. Because I bet my bottom dollar 90% of the time its there.
Beach on my mind
Okay, I've waited as long as I can to bring this up. I told myself "don't talk about it yet, because it's too early and whatever and to wait until maybe October to bring it up". Well, it's October 1!
Here I go.
Beach.
That's it. That's my pitch.
I wanna go to a freakin' beach. Bohol. Bora. At this point, I'll even take Galera.
So yeah, maybe sometime inbetween Xmas and New Year? cause I've only got 2 weeks so there's not a lot of time to choose from.
So I've posted this to hear your opinion. What do y'all think?
Here I go.
Beach.
That's it. That's my pitch.
I wanna go to a freakin' beach. Bohol. Bora. At this point, I'll even take Galera.
So yeah, maybe sometime inbetween Xmas and New Year? cause I've only got 2 weeks so there's not a lot of time to choose from.
So I've posted this to hear your opinion. What do y'all think?
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