tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25808261988970418592024-03-05T19:13:22.557+08:00angGuwapongBlogmyWORLDAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361357648091865733noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-37275297338060734102014-03-14T15:25:00.000+08:002014-03-14T15:25:13.205+08:00Dont Shout!so while enjoying my coffee this morning, i was browsing through my dashboard and totally forgot about these random videos that i got to stack up on my drafts. well, I've always had a thing in hoarding tho i think mine is still benign. i tried to watch them, last thing i knew i was cracking up real hard. they made my day. i hope yours too. here's some of them.<br />
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anger management for Germans please. lol<br />
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what if all animals are round? epic.<br />
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and my favorite, best cop ever! Real or fake you know this is hella funny!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361357648091865733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-19353155444693623352014-02-28T13:37:00.000+08:002014-02-28T19:26:59.182+08:00Getting Back Home<div style="text-align: left;">
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Recently i received an email from a friend asking how i was doing and why i stopped blogging. for a moment i almost forgot what blogging was until i visited my old blog site and everything rushed back in just a snap. i remember putting this up over 5 years ago, back when i was in college. it instantly became my escape from the real world that i was in. i would blog just about anything and i would enjoy it so much. i wasn't good at this unlike the others who've been doing it for a living, but at least there are quite a few people who followed and admired entries that i had published in this blog. and it made me feel good. it feels good when you know people appreciate what you love to do (even the nonsense ones). and who would forget the bloggers i met and became friends with. they weren't just actually friends to me. they were also my mentors giving me ideas and advice on what and how blogging really is. and with the layout? well I've always wanted to be different. unique. i wanted to have my own. even with how my blog would look like. i was never a computer freak (and not dreaming of becoming one by any chance) but i have worked my ass off real hard self learning the searing-headache-provoking rule of HTML (oh hey, i was once a PC freak!) just to get the exact look that would satisfy my insatiable eagerness to be unlike any other. and it took me sometime or perhaps a long time.<br />
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I was then decided to go back blogging. i started by finding another best blogging platform there is. don't get me wrong, i love blogger like hell. this is where i started, i just kinda felt like trying something new. but to my disappointment, I couldn't find anything better than blogger. (naks! bumabawi!) so to sum up the story, im goin back to my ancestral blogging home. and ITS NICE TO GET BACK! this place is all the same for the last 5 years, and i dont think i have any plans of changing any of this, or perhaps just a bit of renovation on the side. now i'm glad to say that i decided to blog again. im looking forward to making time blogging once in a while maybe, tell stories about myself, people circumstances, and just about anything under the sun. excitement has penetrated me, and the future is within my reach.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361357648091865733noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-22563408190206922492012-02-17T15:09:00.000+08:002012-02-17T15:11:19.181+08:00How Girls Act When They Drop Something<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361357648091865733noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-44639451840172268532012-02-15T16:21:00.000+08:002012-02-15T16:31:12.375+08:00Dont Forget To Love Yourself<br />
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of yesterday. Thought I wasn’t gonna make it but thankfully I did. While everyone
was out getting some dinner date with their significant other or friends or
family, I was slumped in my bed and waiting for it to get done. Im not being bitter or am I? perhaps yea. To
make it worst I just got dumped. I kinda
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Yesterday was all about Chocolates, flowers, dinner date, heart
shaped balloons, matching red shirts and what not. To sum ‘em all up? Its LOVE baby! Looove, its what keeps everyone alive. We give love coz we wanna get that back too. Everyone
wants to get loved it’s the greatest thing in this world, and as they say; <i>in whatever you do, do it with love. </i> Don’t ask me who said that coz the hell I know.
But it makes sense. Do everything with love coz it’s gonna get back at you. As simple
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But today I wanna talk about loving yourself. Coz you know
what they say? <i>If you cant love yourself how in the hell are you gonna love
somebody else?</i> Ring a bell? I mean, how do you expect to give love to everyone
and everything, if in the first place you don’t give it to yourself? remember this; no one's gonna love you if you don't love yourself. But the question is do we
really know what loving ourselves mean? Well I was browsing the web and came
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<i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">“Loving yourself is mainly having self-respect
which is the only dependable way to create love in your own life to share with
others. When you expect love from an external source, and someone or something
does not fulfill your void and fantasies, then you will feel worse than before.
To be able to be loved, you must love and respect yourself as much as you do
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recently i realized something that has a great connection to this..just like everybody else im also gettng some tough times in life. and its not easy especially in my situation where everyone has very high expectations. and i don't wanna disappoint them especially my family. and also i was kind of at war here with myself with regards to this. my longing to get freed and be happy is being hindered by what the society and the church had dictated us, and for that i hated the both of them.<br />
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only just now that im getting this very strange feeling where i wanna be liberated. i feel like this is the right time to settle things up. so i told my friends about it. we'd been together for like almost 5 yrs and i never told them. and i could say i have the coolest friends in the world coz they're perfectly fine about it. now im tryna make my way of tellin everyone. im gettin there and im sure i am very close.<br />
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first step is to embrace yourself. you must know who you really are; what you are, and what you're not; the things you can do and those that you cant. you have to know and acknowledge these things and embrace them coz that's part of who you really are. we cannot deny that fact.<br />
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now this is where most people are having problems with. most of us cannot accept ourselves. prolly coz of the media, what the society telling us is right, the church and whatever. you just have to know that you're born that way and nothing can stop you from being free and being happy. forget about what shit they're gonna say. it's <b>YOU</b> who can decide for yourself.<br />
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love is coming from within. you no longer compulsively search for fulfillment or completeness of yourself from the external world be it a person or an achievement. fulfillment exudes within yourself which you will then share with others. now, you're ready for that one great love ;)<br />
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<b>..remember what lady gaga told you; YOU ARE BORN THAT WAY :]</b><br />
<b>..jeszieBoy</b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361357648091865733noreply@blogger.com1Commonwealth, Quezon City, Philippines14.7010246 121.087967414.6856656 121.0682264 14.7163836 121.10770839999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-34627559514058704652012-01-04T08:54:00.000+08:002012-01-04T08:55:00.813+08:00This Is Titled As Untitled<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I</span></b>ts the 4th page of the new chapter in my life. im in front of my desktop tryna come up with something that i could put into writing. i promised that i would make time to do more entries on my blog, now i have all the time that i got, i feel like im gettin a writer's block. (just spare me that hallucination. im a frustrated writer. really.) i just felt like i needed to write about something that im still tryna figure out as im composing the next few words of this paragraph. it has been always like that. blogging has been a way of releasing my inner thoughts and most of the time, my emotions. i could literally just throw off everything here. that kinda makes me feel relieved, and dismissed, and reassured and whatnot.<br />
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talking about emotions, last 2011 was a circle of emotions. it was one roller coaster ride actually, in which i would say had gotten the back seat ( which is the best seat if you love that weightlessness feeling). so here's the summary of my last year. </div>
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<b>February</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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I took and passed my comprehensive exam, the hardest exam
ever that I have taken in my entire life which landed me to one of the greatest
moments of my life that happened March of the same year. I was dead nervous
that I totally lost control of everything; I forgot what the date was. I even almost forgot my name. tho
I thought I was just really lucky enough to be one of the few who made it, I couldn’t
stop thinkin’ how proud I was of myself! Lmao.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>March</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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21<sup>st</sup> of this month to be exact was pure bliss. It
was my graduation day. That feeling when you’re standing right next to someone you're not even familiar with, smiling and tellin each other how ecstatic you guys were, that
everything had finally been paid off. And that graduation march song was the
best song ever! (if that was ever a song)<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>April</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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I took and passed my qualifying exam which was our pre-board
exam. I remember how terrified I was thinkin if i wouldn’t make it, my school wouldn’t
permit me to take the boards. but fortunately, again i was one of the few who actually made it.<o:p></o:p><br />
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<b>May</b><br />
it was the start of the battle to get my license. two grueling and sleepless and tough months in preparation for the greatest combat of my life. i almost gave up but my dreams kept the fire burning.<br />
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<b>July</b><br />
2nd & 3rd of this month of 2011. 2 months of preparation for a 2 day battle. i was all set and ready to kick some ass. lmao. Nursing Licensure Examination. 3 years back i would day-dream about this very day, how it would feel like, and how it would actually turn out. now i was here. standing in front of my assigned chamber fervently waiting for it to be cracked open.<br />
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14th of this month i was hired by the top bpo company in the country and was getting a good pay. it had been really on plan then. right after the last day of my battle, i took a break for like a week. then opted to find a job. and landed from where i was for the next 6 mos.<br />
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<b>September</b><br />
results came out, and after i saw my name on the list of board passers, i literally jumped out of my seat, and strangled my cousin till he couldn't breathe no more. he slapped me on my face and i realized that it wasn't me at all. so i went back to my seat and tried to be modest as possibly as i could. and continued searching for some names.<br />
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<b>October</b><br />
i was transferred from ortigas site to makati site where i met this person that made my stay at the company special for a month and painful for the next 2 months. painful like someone just casted a cruciatus curse on you.<br />
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<b>December</b><br />
i was determined with my decision. last day of 2011 was my last day at work. i QUIT my job.<br />
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change is the only constant and permanent thing in life. change of plans is just one big aspect of it. certainly reasons are behind and lurking somewhere but if you think you're one of these reasons, hate to break it to ya, but YES! YOU WERE!. lmao. but to make it easier for you, you're not the front act of the show so breathe easy.<br />
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suddenly i had this strange feeling inside me that made me realize that i was supposed to do something else. something that i was destined to do. something that would hoist my dignity as a human. and right then and then, i told myself; "you need to pursue your profession brotha"<br />
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it will be a new start of my journey to life.. its gonna be really damn hard, but im just gonna believe and hold on. and surely eventually, time will come that i will realize it was all worth it. i will have no regrets at all. and i will live the life that I've always searched for.<br />
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<b>..jeszieBoy</b><br />
<b>..commit to the Lord whatever you do and your plans will succeed -proverbs 16:3</b></div>
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<b>..this just set my mood. im ready to hit the sack!</b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361357648091865733noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-37525263115737238832011-12-20T11:50:00.001+08:002011-12-20T11:56:57.460+08:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<b>..some things are not just meant to be.</b><br />
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<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361357648091865733noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-16580855797309248412011-12-19T03:39:00.002+08:002011-12-19T03:56:37.393+08:00Its Good To Be Back!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbdjarK_RgMCGDjr51TunoYDSrmyHG3EOj5TicYQke8eWa2ejBPZM29olaTcF_rqwXm7p5JME-Ke0kXhuNIdvXfZxEnhVCtlImRX1A65XrK5n9wKi9QLaAi6m-qANXvFOwsKgcCGwTrKg/s1600/Phil-Collins-Going-Back.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687554791209701618" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbdjarK_RgMCGDjr51TunoYDSrmyHG3EOj5TicYQke8eWa2ejBPZM29olaTcF_rqwXm7p5JME-Ke0kXhuNIdvXfZxEnhVCtlImRX1A65XrK5n9wKi9QLaAi6m-qANXvFOwsKgcCGwTrKg/s320/Phil-Collins-Going-Back.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>D</i></span></b>ecember 19, 2011, 2:55 in the morning. i was awaken by a guy moaning so loud that i thought he was right in front of me. i could barely see his face but what he said was clear. it was "go back". when i opened my eyes, i was blinded by the lights from my tv. i forgot to turn it off. again. then i went downstairs to grab a glass of water. i realized i was hungry so i helped myself with some sandwich, turned on the pc, checked my email, then my facebook. and out of nowhere, i just hit this link on my page where it dragged me to my blogsite.<br />
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it was my blogsite. my last entry was back in january 2011 and since then i never made any effort to make another post. maybe because i simply dont have the luxury of time anymore.i put up this blog when i was in college. it has been over 3 yrs. and its still up and running. waiting for me to come back.<br />
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i remember the time when i started. i was a young sophomore then. it was christmas season and i was having a heartache so i came up with this where i tried to vent out everything. this was my confidante. even when i made it thru that storm, this blog used to be everything to me. my bestfriend. and i must admit now that im working time doesnt give me anything but work, i just simply forgot about this. which kinda makes me feel bad.<br />
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and you know whats strange? now its christmas season and im currently having kind of a heartache thing.that guy on my dream was probably myself telling me to go back into blogging again now that im getting some hard time at work beacuse of that stupid thing called love. so i just did. <br />
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and as im making this entry, i realized how much i missed it. i might not be really good at doing this, but some people do appreciate it. which makes me feel good about myself. now im thinking i wanna go back to what i really love to do. BLOGGING. i really do. and i promise to make time.<br />
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<b>..i seriously felt better after making this entry. :]</b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361357648091865733noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-88574306524571245412011-01-07T10:19:00.008+08:002011-01-07T19:57:28.863+08:0057 Things To Do Instead Of killing Yourself<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>E</b></span>arly this morning when i woke up from one of my wildest dreams, i realized that i forgot to turn off my tv last night. it was still on the same channel. it was like the cnn reporter was actually on my dream. she was delivering her spiel (if that's what you call it) about this guy who tried to kill himself but unsuccessful. and then i switched to a local news channel. -a broken hearted guy jumped off the MRT track as the train approaching. and guess what happened, he survived. if my mind is serving me right, it would be the second of such incident. and then i thought, jumping off MRT tracks, has it become a trend? </span>i wonder what preoccupies the minds of these people. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">and so i was surfing the net, stumbling and came across this list of things that one can actually engaged in instead of trying to kill themselves. some of these may be nonsense but there's one thing that this list is trying to convey. i just hope people will realize that.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><ul style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; "> <li>Drive in one direction until you reach the ocean. </li> <li>Say hello to everyone you pass during the day. </li> <li>Frown until your mouth muscles hurt (then see how much easier it is to smile.) </li> <li>Create your own alphabet. </li> <li>Start a scrapbook. </li> <li>Make something you invented or invent something you can make. </li> <li>Figure out if <img width="47" height="13" src="http://www.lostsoulcompanion.com/book/images/xy.jpg" /> has no solution for non zero integers x, y, and z if n is an integer greater than two. </li> <li>Make a BLT. </li> <li>Work the crossword puzzle. </li> <li>Count backwards from 10 billion by 13s. </li> <li>Visit a yard sale. </li> <li>Put on some really comfortable shoes. Walk somewhere in them. </li> <li>Make something nice for someone and give it to them. </li> <li>Go see a movie. (See two or three in a row. You may have to make extended visits to the restroom between films.) </li> <li>Read <em>The Lost Soul Companion.</em> </li> <li>Make your own list of things to do instead of killing yourself (and then do them.) </li> <li>Organize your own mock funeral, invite family and friends, encourage them to eulogize you. (Tell them how you've really been feeling lately and see what happens.) </li> <li>Let someone proofread your suicide note. </li> <li>Build a fort. </li> <li>Meditate. </li> <li>Shampoo your hair. Repeat if desired. </li> <li>Create an elaborate hoax. (Try not to get arrested.) </li> <li>Get arrested. </li> <li>Blow the stink off! </li> <li>Sneak into a church. Enjoy the sunlight and quiet. </li> <li>Write me a letter. (Be assured of a hopeful reply.) </li> <li>Volunteer somewhere. </li> <li>Doodle. </li> <li>Enter a contest. </li> <li>Write a poem. </li> <li>Just breathe. </li> <li>Take a class. </li> <li>Finish something you started. </li> <li>Drink a cup of tea with sugar and milk if that's how you like it. </li> <li>Jump up and down on a big trampoline. </li> <li>Pray. </li> <li>Eat a tomato. </li> <li>Pet a kitty cat. </li> <li>Smoke a cigarette. (It's slower.) </li> <li>Answer your telephone the next time it rings. (I know you haven't been...) </li> <li>Ask a stranger for some good advice. </li> <li>Paint a mural. </li> <li>Start a garden. </li> <li>Do the dishes. (It's OK if you've let them pile up. Wash a couple of them at least.) </li> <li>Visit lostsoulcompanion.com. </li> <li>Rescue an animal. </li> <li>Take your loose change to the bank. </li> <li>Play some beautiful music. </li> <li>Ask an old person to tell you a story. </li> <li>Make yourself breakfast in bed. </li> <li>Eat cookies. </li> <li>Stare at clouds. </li> <li>Visit the maternity ward. </li> <li>Send flowers anonymously. </li> <li>Make a long to-do list. Do everything on it. </li> <li>Set a world record. </li> <li>Open the curtains.</li></ul></span></span></div></div><div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>..jeszieBoy</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>..man the point is there's more to life. it's beautiful, so dont waste yours.</b></span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361357648091865733noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-30870957512383427342011-01-02T16:44:00.006+08:002011-01-02T17:10:22.619+08:00So, This Is What Happened<div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >I</span></b>t was new year's eve, while at the grocery i stumbled upon this pretty lady with wide oval eyes</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji8KUuJhRp4qxGjAW3aPEdoFy4xl-Wyxs5OTuzArIxxM-FFMtSyh-x_ITa5q4pmsG3Ec2KIKY0kjQzNlG1EATNwktBlhqlutdfyAepxOkAJSWHSzE5HiP0k3sNgb8F2yygAmSt92PwNn4/s400/1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557510972253549410" /></a><div>i messed up. the world hates me.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>..jeszieBoy</b></div><div><b>..Happy New Year!</b></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361357648091865733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-66411140945754504302010-12-26T11:24:00.007+08:002010-12-26T14:52:41.462+08:00After 6 Months<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEjFNQCMGluoyXkZk7gVRe183n7ohgyyFnFbrchRfVt0MadPUU8PYs0vP57BI8S98q5RRMK6ZwDiQx-ONRKXfM66wXXLKz-PKdF63AlEC6lBGfDF951aF-ltyr2UI8LhxJoXFn3UIejaY/s1600/happy-holidays2-stack400.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEjFNQCMGluoyXkZk7gVRe183n7ohgyyFnFbrchRfVt0MadPUU8PYs0vP57BI8S98q5RRMK6ZwDiQx-ONRKXfM66wXXLKz-PKdF63AlEC6lBGfDF951aF-ltyr2UI8LhxJoXFn3UIejaY/s400/happy-holidays2-stack400.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554878422947504706" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >I</span></b> </span><span class="Apple-style-span">really dont know how to start up this post. it's been 6 freaking moths since i last posted an entry. i just literally darted off from the blogsphere for pretty much a while. crap, i know my blogging thingy is starting to really get dilapidated. i just lack everything. the drive, ideas, time, creativity, whatever, and i hate it coz i've always loved blogging. or maybe not. maybe i just dont get to have more time to sit in front of my computer and let my struggling imagination and my reluctant fingers do the rest.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >or it could be because of this;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >im already on my senior year which means i have to really work my butt hard if i wanna get my name on that list of students who will be marching in PICC this summer. everything is swiftly pacing, fast track. im not even sure if im catching up with everything that's going on. i feel like i wanna smoke pot right now just to slow everything down or just hit that pause button even for a little while. this sem has got to be the hardest! but man, there aint nothing to it but to just do it and get everything done in time, hopefully. and then graduate!</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >yea, that's pretty convincing and more acceptable. so i think imma stick to it. on other note, i really missed blogging. i just wish every faculty in school gets sick so everything will be postponed until further notice. or every printing machines they have get jammed. that way i'll have all the time i want to just blog and blog and blog! i've been missing a lot! probably everything. is that what you call <i>s-a-c-r-i-f-i-c-e? </i>damn.<i> </i>i wonder how it feels to get school stuff as sacrifice for every gods in this planet. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >CHRISTMAS! i almost forgot. it actually kinda ease everything up with all these mouth-watering food my mom made and all these parties around, gifts etc. i cant wait until new year. goodtimes! i may be one day late but i still wanna wish everyone a Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>..jeszieBoy</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>..Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays..♪♫♪</b></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361357648091865733noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-83643013880192488322010-06-17T06:35:00.002+08:002010-06-17T06:40:17.030+08:00Amazing Cat Machine Gun<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5KWTAq3GkfA&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5KWTAq3GkfA&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">..jeszieBoy</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">..die bitches! die!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361357648091865733noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-54473254369907538662010-06-16T06:23:00.005+08:002010-06-16T06:40:27.205+08:00Self-Stimulation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl-WkVhjZhifZw8kaJX2A8VVg0kbFNiWkT_mmmynVWDZ8BgpMRvZtzrjBq4dvw4hIv8Og9yRK4ncf9kgUCMCo7IhqJwIFSCg74D4Gl7zPMkZreptn8p9oDG36wBBv7m5x7QqC0ZCR9nLY/s1600/awesome40.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl-WkVhjZhifZw8kaJX2A8VVg0kbFNiWkT_mmmynVWDZ8BgpMRvZtzrjBq4dvw4hIv8Og9yRK4ncf9kgUCMCo7IhqJwIFSCg74D4Gl7zPMkZreptn8p9oDG36wBBv7m5x7QqC0ZCR9nLY/s400/awesome40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483129893654078626" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">why is he doing such? </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" >BECAUSE HE CAN! DEAL WITH IT DAWG!</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><br /></div></div><span style="font-weight: bold;">..jeszieBoy</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">..dude.. give yourself a break.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361357648091865733noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-51289969372194463952010-06-10T09:23:00.004+08:002010-06-10T09:29:06.140+08:00The Real Deal Behind The Mayan Calendar (2012 Doomsday)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdyoJRz5M48Aobi_IhOkS1m_lDCZNAM6BfPSbBSyzCAhtD9Pvcoz3OMcIy6CEnShTTwZD7k18rFlsq2QwvAUBefkICbsGzHip33pHrKnu3DlgtROIkoaXtkxegM8mGhlAgRv4VTPFRNE/s1600/6a00d8341c9c1053ef0128757911cd970c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 448px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdyoJRz5M48Aobi_IhOkS1m_lDCZNAM6BfPSbBSyzCAhtD9Pvcoz3OMcIy6CEnShTTwZD7k18rFlsq2QwvAUBefkICbsGzHip33pHrKnu3DlgtROIkoaXtkxegM8mGhlAgRv4VTPFRNE/s400/6a00d8341c9c1053ef0128757911cd970c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480950280612865858" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">..jeszieBoy</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">..you think it's fun to make fun of it?</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361357648091865733noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-25571457439710519392010-06-08T15:45:00.006+08:002010-06-08T16:07:51.452+08:00She Can't Be Tamed<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">O</span></b>h no, Miley Cyrus definitely couldn't be tamed here. that is one hell of a vajaejae Miley baby.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><p></p><div id="pageBodyWrapper"><div id="pageBody"><div id="contentWrapper"><div id="content"><div class="list-journal-entry-wrapper"><div class="journal-entry-wrapper post-text authored-by-motwister "><div id="item7820766" class="journal-entry"><div class="journal-entry-text"><div class="body"><p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 400px;" src="http://www.motwister.com/storage/miley-cyrus-rock-01.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1275337663030" alt="" /></span></span></p> <p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 400px;" src="http://www.motwister.com/storage/miley-cyrus-rock-13.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1275337676180" alt="" /></span></span></p> <p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 300px;" src="http://www.motwister.com/storage/miley-cyrus-rock-19.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1275334939873" alt="" /></span></span></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><p></p></span></div></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">..jeszieBoy</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">..it can't be tamed! it can't be tamed!</span></b></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361357648091865733noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-85315660456025317542010-06-05T10:25:00.010+08:002010-06-10T08:00:42.208+08:00My Kind Of Season<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI6sAap2Dua6v7UGm9CvyS0ftzIHittxLxQjZSTwDR2usOThFMn2moc4AURBrN6LmyHu45gVEvCRYUa1oM7xdanuKB7WgMnlUuAPXqkZQka9imYZ700YAdzn09jYMI5UE-azBk3L7fNKo/s1600/and_the_rain_came_down_x_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 511px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI6sAap2Dua6v7UGm9CvyS0ftzIHittxLxQjZSTwDR2usOThFMn2moc4AURBrN6LmyHu45gVEvCRYUa1oM7xdanuKB7WgMnlUuAPXqkZQka9imYZ700YAdzn09jYMI5UE-azBk3L7fNKo/s400/and_the_rain_came_down_x_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479113085957992498" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">W</span></span>hen i was a kid, i was always amused and elated everytime i notice the sky starting to get gloomed. the atmosphere becoming chilly, gust of cold air touching everyone on its way and the smell of the ground getting ready to get some good splash. it was like something that i would always enjoy watching. it would start with fine drizzling, slowly getting heavier until it turns into a pouring rain. and that's what i'd been really waiting for. i was faster than the speed of light. next thing you'd know, i was already outside, thumping waters with my eager feet. and then i would start yelling out, calling my friends to come out and join the fun. i always wished that it would never stop. sometimes when i'm in school, i would pray really hard; "please Jesus, tell your angels to water your plants" (that's what my mom told me about raining.) not because i wanted my teacher to get distracted with her lecture but rather distract me from her lecture. but really, i just loved it when im in school and it's raining.<br /><br />15 years later, nothing has changed with this rain thingy and me. except of course that i no longer go out and dance simoultaneous with angels watering the plants up there. nevertheless, i still love everything about rain. in fact, i was stirred to make this entry coz it's raining right at this moment. summer season is finally over people! and yes, rainy season has just landed on us. my kind of season, yeah! i have long been waiting for this to really come. this summer had put on so much effort to torment us all. now im starting to have a liltte idea on how hell would be like. but worry no more, coz we are gonna get wet people!<br /><br />there are tons of things that i really enjoy doing when it's raining. you know like stuff that puts me in tranquil and here are some of them;<br /><ul><li>i enjoy it much to just stare outside and watch everyone and everything gets wet.</li><li>drink hot coffee</li><li>listen to my favourite songs</li><li>lie awake and pull the blanket over my head</li><li>mary palm (LOL!)</li></ul>but nothing beats merely listening to each raindrop hitting the roofdecks of every house around with some thunder. music to my ears and really sets my mood. i am certain that i'm not left alone here. i know that thare are lots of people who like me, enjoy every bit about rain. and must have been really pleased and in great joy that our kind of season has once again come. enjoy the rain! :]<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">..jeszieBoy</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">..pumapatak na naman ang ulan sa bubong ng bahay </span><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">♪♫</span></span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361357648091865733noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-18786685496391283532010-06-04T09:34:00.003+08:002010-06-04T09:40:51.132+08:00Oh Shit, Bella!<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://www.motwister.com/storage/tumblr_kuayurGAzw1qzpwi0o1_400.gif?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1260305105228" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>..jeszieBoy</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>..SHE BANGS! SHE BANGS!</b></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361357648091865733noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-80154915967369937992010-06-03T19:05:00.003+08:002010-06-03T19:13:04.135+08:00Make Your Car Look Like An Upper Middle Class!<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JnQ_sfUCuqk&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JnQ_sfUCuqk&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>..jeszieBoy</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>..ingenious!</b></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361357648091865733noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-16941514225649853282010-06-03T17:32:00.007+08:002010-06-03T18:27:22.246+08:00Beware Of your Serene, Cuddly, Mysterious Cats<img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-out;" alt="http://files.sharenator.com/cat_How_to_tell_if_your_cat_is_plotting_to_kill_you-s532x1600-11886-580.jpg" src="http://files.sharenator.com/cat_How_to_tell_if_your_cat_is_plotting_to_kill_you-s532x1600-11886-580.jpg" /><div><br />oh my gosh. my cat is not doing this to me.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>..jeszieBoy</b></div><div><b>..it's been a while! :]</b></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361357648091865733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-56762579063354421652010-04-09T13:09:00.007+08:002010-04-09T13:51:18.776+08:00I Just Wonder<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHIxDllQgmbsF_v11Xezvv-gvo3R6HaapxUJCzkIExdXjTJMrgj07D9FEh6V1Bka1TI0H797qGd4Fk91gDqd5ion25nv2v774gRKNlEJGHtrjG1s87Hxm6xejEWY1FMBi0wYD0sVw5Wq0/s1600/Question-mark2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHIxDllQgmbsF_v11Xezvv-gvo3R6HaapxUJCzkIExdXjTJMrgj07D9FEh6V1Bka1TI0H797qGd4Fk91gDqd5ion25nv2v774gRKNlEJGHtrjG1s87Hxm6xejEWY1FMBi0wYD0sVw5Wq0/s400/Question-mark2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458009453368218162" border="0" /></a><br /><br />why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are getting dead?<br /><br />why do banks charge a fee on "insufficient funds" when they know there is not enough money?<br /><br />why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?<br /><br />why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection?<br /><br />why doesn't tarzan have a beard?<br /><br />why does superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?<br /><br />if people evolved from apes, why are there still apes?<br /><br />why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use, the bubbles are always white?<br /><br />is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale?<br /><br />why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?<br /><br /><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">why do we fall asleep instantly when someone starts touching our hair?</span></span></span><br /><br />when we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say "it's all right?" well, it isn't all right, so why don't we say, "that really hurt, why don't you watch where you're going?"<br /><br /><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">why is it that the person you don't like is the one that's more interested in talking to you?</span></span></span><br /><br /><br />the statistics on sanity is that one out of every four persons are suffering from some sort of mental illness. think of your three best friends, if they're ok then it's YOU.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">..jeszieBoy</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">..why oh, why..</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361357648091865733noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-92160347799839876632010-04-04T09:55:00.004+08:002010-04-04T12:01:16.989+08:00A Kid Devastated When Told He's Not A Single Ladyok, i know some may be really thrilled by the song single ladies by Beyonce. but this kid, is whack. i stumbled upon this video and man, i just can't hold a breath from laughing. i was dead. here, better see it yourself. enjoy!<br /><br /><br /><center><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sb9eL3ejXmE&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sb9eL3ejXmE&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></center><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">jeszieBoy..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">you can be a single lady if you want ok? Lol..</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361357648091865733noreply@blogger.com87tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-83854476624938077462010-03-07T10:16:00.005+08:002010-03-07T10:45:16.315+08:0010 Masturbatory Situations<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpAfUCO4V0dePnwbY-7C9zVng7GUY0SPYoS56SU2KOlFITMFiv74lXvr0dgoT0BLA9YlW6bYSHo1rRjZvAyvvX8auXdiWZrPdElzm0xJvZf0kIVUCzlAdFnFaaoXjnZYR_TIM_HxqZrrQ/s1600-h/masturbate.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpAfUCO4V0dePnwbY-7C9zVng7GUY0SPYoS56SU2KOlFITMFiv74lXvr0dgoT0BLA9YlW6bYSHo1rRjZvAyvvX8auXdiWZrPdElzm0xJvZf0kIVUCzlAdFnFaaoXjnZYR_TIM_HxqZrrQ/s400/masturbate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445713324353114578" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">when you rub yourself until you hit that orgasm baby! doin' some self love. :] </span>[<a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/article:1802220">collegehumor.com</a>]<br /><br /><p><strong>1)</strong> <strong>Rush</strong><br />The rush job made its first appearance when your mom screamed your name to come down for dinner. You're not in this one for the romance of it all. No, this is more like the equivalent of a one night stand in a bathroom stall, but with your hand. It's quick, it's dirty and you're slightly ashamed of the type of person you are afterwards.</p><p>When to best use it: Mom went out to get milk / Roommate's in shower / You're in shower</p><p><strong>2)</strong> <strong>Accidental</strong><br />You're having a casual conversation with your friend and BOOM you're touching yourself. Or maybe you're in a meeting with your advisor and WHAMMY, you're doing your patented counter-clockwise head rub rotation. It's not so much an accident as it is a routine that's you've become accustomed to. It's just what you do when you zone out from time to time. I hate to say it, but you should probably stop. It's called indecent exposure and Pee-Wee was arrested for it.<br /><br />Fun Fact: Accidental masturbation occurs 95% more when wearing sweatpants.</p><p><strong>3)</strong><strong> Relax</strong><br />You've got 3 papers and 2 exams tomorrow and life just ain't feeling so great because you know you're about to pull an all-nighter. Stress levels are at a maximum and you really need to let loose. Sure, you could try drugs, but let's be honest, that's not really in your budget. So unless you want to start doing yoga like a man who's comfortable with his sexuality, this is the next best relaxation technique for you.</p><p>When to Best Use It: Before an oral presentation / Mid-study break / After taking out a student loan</p><p><strong>4)</strong><strong> The Short-List</strong><br />You're scrolling through late-night TV and you pass something slightly erotic - let's say a new workout routine. But wait, this is TV and surely there's something else on, so you hold out. But let's not get greedy. We'll add that channel to the short-list and see if something better is on. And who knows, maybe you find an old "Charlie's Angels" episode you can add to the list.<br /><br />FYI: If you have a button on your remote that quickly returns to the last channel you were on, you can quickly use this to switch back and forth between the short-list.</p><p><strong>5) Crappy Internet</strong><br />There's no worse feeling than waiting for a porn to load on your computer with a slow Internet connection. You watch 5 second and then it has to continue loading or rebuffer. It's like masturbating to a picture in a magazine - it's just stupid. Most likely this situation will end in a orgasm of frustration and anger. That's why it's smart to always have a backup plan. Remember, hope for the best but prepare for the worst.<br /><br />How to Best Remedy: Invest in an external harddrive to save some backup porn in case of emergency</p><p><strong>6) Bored</strong><br />Nothing's on TV and you can safely say you've seen the entire Internet. No one's doing anything because all your friends are lame and to be honest, leaving you with just your thoughts is a bad combination. That is unless your thoughts are of that cute dark haired girl in your class from earlier today. So rather than absently twiddle your thumbs Indian style on your bed, why not twiddle your happiest thumb Indian style on your bed.<br /><br />When to Best Use It: Waiting to switch laundry from washer to dryer / Tuesday / Right now</p><p><strong>7) Drunk</strong><br />Just because you didn't bring a girl home from that party or bar doesn't mean your night has to end with pitiful puking. That is unless you want to puke out your dick hole. The drunk masturbatory session tends to be a bit sloppy, but that's mainly because you're using a warm Natty Ice as lubricant. Chances are it'll be as sloppy as drunk sex but infinitely less rewarding. Let's hope for your sake you pass out before you finish.<br /><br />Fun Fact: Underage drinking is illegal, but there's no such thing as underage masturbating! Yet.<br /><strong><br />8) Power Through</strong><br />You're a couple minutes into the routine and you just realized you're actually not in the mood to masturbate. Could be because of situation 10 or even number 5, but either way you need to buck up and finish the job - the personal hand job that is. You may think it's pathetic to keep going when you don't want to, but imagine how much more pathetic it is to just stop and pull up your pants. Premature ejaculation is less embarrassing.<br /><br />Equate it to: Realizing the girl you just brought back to your place isn't actually as hot as she looked at the party, but sometimes you just gotta buck up and fuck (up).</p><p><strong>9) Planned</strong><br />The candles are lit. The curtains are drawn. Your sack is freshly shorn and you've got your most expensive economy-size bottle of Astroglide out. If you were taking your dick out on a date, and to be fair you kind of are, he'd be pretty impressed with the atmosphere you've created. You've got multiple tabs open in your browser with your favorite porn videos - all 100% loaded because that's how fucking classy of a date you are. Guess what guy? You're getting lucky tonight.<br /><br />Fun Fact: You''ll never love a woman as much as you love your penis.<strong><br /></strong></p><p><strong>10) Post-Tragedy</strong><br />You just buried your great aunt, like, 45 minutes ago. Her corpse is practically still warm, but so are your nether regions. Of course, you could be considerate and wait until later in the week to get back in the routine, but what's the point? What's the point of anything we're all going to die anyway. Oh no, oh god no. Her death affected you more than you thought it would. Now there's just this pit in your stomach. Hey, you know what makes you feel better. She can't see you right now can she? Oh God, I hope she can't see you -- defiling yourself, LOL. Boy, it feels good to laugh again. And cum.<br /><br />Comforting Thought: When the elderly die they can see every time you masturbate. Good thing Great Aunt Susie had cataracts!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">..jeszieBoy</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">..guilty pleasure</span><br /></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361357648091865733noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-55563911443108540442010-02-23T15:00:00.006+08:002010-02-23T15:42:10.335+08:00Don't Tell It Demonstrate It<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >D</span></span>urex, the trademarked name for a range of condoms made by company SSL International has come up with a new campaign made entirely of typefaces by German illustrator/designer Andrej Krahne.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The task:</span> Communicate the joy with Durex.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The idea:</span> Don't tell it demonstrate it.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The execution:</span> Type shows like X-ray the inner feelings during the act with Durex<br /><br /><br />this one is really cool. i thought it was clever and full of wit!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Cnkq3bFzaLd5xY_zdcf7tQW8IuGBOJJsCV_T7G-D-rWKaDb__W4KRm2nK0OWs3VVWFX2WGhRtMECQmJyEu303H3or0G6laH6xfMrpY3WYmBhTf0vhT3xCkqyTbtD2LFx30KNpwdPdE4/s1600-h/durexfull1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Cnkq3bFzaLd5xY_zdcf7tQW8IuGBOJJsCV_T7G-D-rWKaDb__W4KRm2nK0OWs3VVWFX2WGhRtMECQmJyEu303H3or0G6laH6xfMrpY3WYmBhTf0vhT3xCkqyTbtD2LFx30KNpwdPdE4/s400/durexfull1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441338758029218162" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQismeqmJFFMRWzlSZoCJXfSOlLFfyMUg63sXzvJtS_ydgZXEsIf_rY-nK_mLYFuNXntzVZARrBqSKFQCi5_hrjgHFXmN629somRmp3BRJbHlqCj6GqtvYGxoAI3mYWY6M4AsUdSp0QS8/s1600-h/durexfull2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQismeqmJFFMRWzlSZoCJXfSOlLFfyMUg63sXzvJtS_ydgZXEsIf_rY-nK_mLYFuNXntzVZARrBqSKFQCi5_hrjgHFXmN629somRmp3BRJbHlqCj6GqtvYGxoAI3mYWY6M4AsUdSp0QS8/s400/durexfull2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441338939259784866" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUWvdLGpvw-XnW4S_TK_QuT1hj1m76SkH4OVkn09ihaNFt2KEuBpLUw8CKVMJPAsnRtuWsFta8dvVM7-fQp65WgE2DRqNxLFY-pu31zVpjNI0ul-G9BWY1HiiGiJw-5yPbS7KSu47H1Ro/s1600-h/durexfull3.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUWvdLGpvw-XnW4S_TK_QuT1hj1m76SkH4OVkn09ihaNFt2KEuBpLUw8CKVMJPAsnRtuWsFta8dvVM7-fQp65WgE2DRqNxLFY-pu31zVpjNI0ul-G9BWY1HiiGiJw-5yPbS7KSu47H1Ro/s400/durexfull3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441339087303885250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">..jeszieBoy</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">..have a safe sex ya'll!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361357648091865733noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-18771599149795142992010-01-19T07:17:00.003+08:002010-01-19T08:13:29.761+08:00Pornography Behind Numbers<a href="http://s358.photobucket.com/albums/oo23/jeszie22/?action=view&current=numbersbehindpornography.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i358.photobucket.com/albums/oo23/jeszie22/numbersbehindpornography.jpg" alt="lima" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">..jeszieBoy</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">..porn is just INEVITABLE.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361357648091865733noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-55081736565044725792010-01-13T11:18:00.007+08:002010-01-13T16:12:57.994+08:00When I Talk About Stuff I Hate Talking About<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">I</span></span>f there's one thing that I'm not really comfortable talking about, that would have to be DEATH. i mean there's a heck of a lot to talk about in this world where we are right now. like why people kill one another, how humans have become insatiable in every aspect of life, why men love sex (and so as women) and so on and so forth. it's not that I'm afraid to die, i mean i know that we all are gonna arrive at that latter part of living also known as "dying." it's just that I'm not ready yet. who's ready to die anyways? even some terminally ill are still holding back. they still don't wanna go.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhrHHJFggcVMvNBHqmQrlcNP2eVOfcfnGRvvWPaio6odLNlF2wS89RnvXtw0rNhp-PD00tBkOdA5-gVMlxJ_XAZer9kL9Xa6OPjcpFIpzIsS7Lc-0L2mw7R28lpwZJjtDdMtZg62EfXnY/s1600-h/GrimReaperMoon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhrHHJFggcVMvNBHqmQrlcNP2eVOfcfnGRvvWPaio6odLNlF2wS89RnvXtw0rNhp-PD00tBkOdA5-gVMlxJ_XAZer9kL9Xa6OPjcpFIpzIsS7Lc-0L2mw7R28lpwZJjtDdMtZg62EfXnY/s400/GrimReaperMoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426119498510726786" border="0" /></a><br />i am very much aware too that no one can really tell when we'll get our reward but one. that's GOD or any higher being that you believe in if by any chance you got one. so we don't really know. what if one day while on your way to school or work you got hit by a car in a breakneck speed? or knock your head off and just die. you don't have time to prepare so to speak. you don't get the chance to finish things. you don't get the chance to do things the way you wanted them to get done. you don't get the chance to repent. unlike with those sick people. people who knew that they're clock is just about to ran out of batteries. they get to put things in their proper places before they leave. don't you find that unfair?<br /><br />now you might be getting a little bewildered here i know. i just said that i get apprehensive when the topic is about DEATH and here i am making an entry about it. well to tell you honestly even I myself don't understand why. here's the thing. for the longest time I've always wondered whether people who are about to meet the Creator experience some sort of unconscious indications for that matter. like days, weeks, or months before. let's set aside the imminent deaths. I'm talking about the sudden ones. like they get to be more expressive of their affection, or they had this strange feeling of doing things right today. or maybe feeling like they're being probed to spend more time with their loved ones.but they didn't associate these with death per se. they just felt like doing it not knowing it's their final moments.<br /><br />most of the time, we kid ourselves about death. we don't take this thing seriously. we preoccupy ourselves with the things we want instead of the things we need.but there's a better approach to that. to know that you're going to die and to be prepared for it at any time.<br /><br />in my favorite book, <span style="font-style: italic;">Tuesdays With Morrie</span> by Mitch Albom, Morrie said that <span style="font-style: italic;">once you learn how to die, you'll learn how to live.</span> we all know that we are going to die. but we just don't believe it. because if we did, we would do things differently. it's hard for us deal with death. why? because according to Morrie we really don't experience the world fully, we are half-asleep, doing things we automatically think we have to do. facing death can pretty much change everything. we would drop all of these and we'd focus on the <span style="font-style: italic;">essentials.</span><br /><br />I am not afraid to die. I am afraid to die young.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">..jeszieBoy</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">..we all are gonna die. the question is when and how. Lol.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361357648091865733noreply@blogger.com8