<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072</id><updated>2011-05-07T01:42:38.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lickspitandchew</title><subtitle type='html'> THIS IS A TEST OF THE EMERGENCY BROADCAST STATION</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stamplicker/nosepicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579179021545329569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072.post-110871693344784155</id><published>2005-02-18T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T00:55:33.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll all float on ok</title><content type='html'>trying to get ur life in order is about the hardest thing to do ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; u have to wake up early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; u have to scarifice sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; u have to wear uniforms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; u have to wake up early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tahst about the thing taht pains me the most really... mornings are not my thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-110871693344784155?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/110871693344784155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=110871693344784155' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/110871693344784155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/110871693344784155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/2005/02/well-all-float-on-ok.html' title='we&apos;ll all float on ok'/><author><name>stamplicker/nosepicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579179021545329569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072.post-110604308567977641</id><published>2005-01-18T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T02:16:09.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>such great heights</title><content type='html'>I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles&lt;br /&gt;In our eyes are mirror images and when&lt;br /&gt;We kiss they're perfectly aligned&lt;br /&gt;And I have to speculate that God himself&lt;br /&gt;Did make us into corresponding shapes like&lt;br /&gt;Puzzle pieces from the clay&lt;br /&gt;True, it may seem like a stretch, but&lt;br /&gt;Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled&lt;br /&gt;Head when you're away when I am missing you to death&lt;br /&gt;When you are out there on the road for&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks of shows and when you scan&lt;br /&gt;The radio, I hope this song will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will see us waving from such great&lt;br /&gt;Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say&lt;br /&gt;But everything looks perfect from far away,&lt;br /&gt;'come down now,' but we'll stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to leave this all on your&lt;br /&gt;Machine but the persistent beat it sounded&lt;br /&gt;Thin upon listening&lt;br /&gt;That frankly will not fly. you will hear&lt;br /&gt;The shrillest highs and lowest lows with&lt;br /&gt;The windows down when this is guiding you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything does look perfect from far away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i love this song - i wish i could some how stream it here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-110604308567977641?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/110604308567977641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=110604308567977641' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/110604308567977641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/110604308567977641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/2005/01/such-great-heights.html' title='such great heights'/><author><name>stamplicker/nosepicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579179021545329569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072.post-110580826639291036</id><published>2005-01-15T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T08:57:46.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>god i miss the pope!!!!!</title><content type='html'> U know when u feel like ur gonna have a hohum, dull, dry, unmanageable day... much like and/or because of ur hair, and u feel like ..."mmm i wish something would just literally pick me up and dunk me in ice water and wake me up cuz it's hella boring!!" kinda day and all of a sudden something truly unexpected does happen and u can't stop thinking about it and when u do think back on it it just makes u sooo happy it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the other day i was talking to a friend about how i miss everything and everyone back in pinas when all of a sudden i have no idea, where he was coming from but he said..... god i miss the pope!!! i tried sooooo hard not to laugh and have a straight face  that i kept staring at his nose!!! because right after the "god i miss the pope " comment he went on about how u dont see him that often or as i would now relay to u verbatim-ly... " kse, u don't see a whole lot of the pope na eh!! i mean he doesn't even visit!!"  and said that in the most serious way a person could ever say anything!!! period. and then after i was still trying to be all polite and nodding like i understood what the hell he was feeling about the pope, but deep inside i was like... "wuthefucker u talkin about i miss the pope ?" why?... and he goes like " he should go around more often in his motorcade!!"... and that time i couldn't help it cuz he was really looking at me like ...say something sorta look so i said..."(gulp)well wasn't he sick , like recently?"( and this time trying sooooooooo hard not to even smile but couldn't and  may have giggled just a teensy bit!!) and he was still serious but kinda noticing that i giggled cuz he looked at me like "are u ok? " kinda look. and then he replied.. "yeah, oo nga! pero god i still miss the pope!!!"... shit what drugs are u on ??? hahahahhahahahahahahhahaa i was biting my lip so that i wouldn't laugh!!...  i was hoping like he'd have to go or something would happen so i can just burst out laughing.... and  thank goodness for french fries other wise  the topic would ahve continued... and what was funny was we were soo talking about shoes!!! and then he missed the pope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-110580826639291036?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/110580826639291036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=110580826639291036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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getting shorter and shorter.&lt;br /&gt;you know how when ur a kid and you think the days just wont end when u want it to end.. or that waiting for ur mother to finish shopping so u can go on with the rest of ur life and u think god what i'd give so she'll be over... well now i think things get faster and faster that sometimes i wish for time to just stop.. completely &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i believe in resolutions i do,,, theyre goals... and people should set goals... it makes u more responsible.. more accountable for ur actions as a person... but i dont believe in sharing my resolutions out loud... i find it just messes me up. hehhee but i do have them ... and so far ive been following it... seeming as it just has been a day.. but i know im off to a good start :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speakin of goals... i've got a new project with a friend of mine called  the "USI PROJECT" for a lack of a better.. more suitable name... we just thought.. hey let's just be direct... its a semi comparative visual west of the world east of the world photography challenge.. i feel very excited about it... we did our "pilot-post" .. hehehe yesterday! comments are welcome and also contributors. the object is 4 pics every saturday of a certain word..  sort of like a he said she said on pixels and film ehehehe&lt;br /&gt;livejournal.com/usi_kami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i'm tired of this dumb old template .. i think i'll change it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-110465581586922041?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/110465581586922041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=110465581586922041' title='1 Comments'/><link 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killed... brought to london...and all of a sudden im in an elevator with a bunch of other people...i dunno why.. i assume my killers brought me to london  ....elevator going up and side ways...  a bunch of people were with me and we went side ways.... i was with a nun a school girl .. some moms .. i dunno if there were dudes...any way.. we were going up and then they told me to hold their hands cuz we had to  turn around liek a merry go round and  i realized that we had to do that as to not hit teh big ben...  ... but still even when we turned the elevator scratched the big ben...im like asking them people what just happened and this nun said .. hunny u r dead...and i said.. oh .. wow thats gonna need getting used to...and they all laughed and smiled...but it still hasnt dawned to me tha i  was dead.. i passed it off as a comment....and so i said take me home...and we were at our old house in manila... and suddenly my mom just asked me .. where've u been....and i told her what teh nuns told me.. i was at london and i died there...and  my family were like.. oh.. ok...we ate dinner .. we talked...and funny we all went to my mom's room and just like when i was 5 when i wanted to snuggle with my mom.. me and my brothers were all teher....tehy treated me like i was alive ...so we all slept in one bed... my  dad was at teh very end then my my mom, then my kid brother, then my kuya  then me...and like as i lay down on the bed .. i realized .. fuck im so dead.. i dont feel tired...i wasnt hungry but i ate...and  then i just cried ... i cried a lot.. and i screamed.. and i realized that when i pulled my slef up and tried to squish in between my mom and my kid brother i couldnt and  no one can hear me screaming....when i pulled my slef up with great force i floated.. and that just made me feel ill... and then i screamedsome more and tahst when it hit me taht death is ireversable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i woke myself up and when i woke up i saw everything was the same i was all teary and i asked my brother if i was alive and he looked at me funny... i took a long cold shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-110449363122170723?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/110449363122170723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=110449363122170723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/110449363122170723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/110449363122170723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-scary-when-u-realize-its-true.html' title='its scary when u realize its true'/><author><name>stamplicker/nosepicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579179021545329569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072.post-110405949621954015</id><published>2004-12-26T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T03:11:36.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>u're once, twice, three times a lay-deh!!</title><content type='html'>what is up with julie andrews.. i feel like everytime i see her i have this strange urge to call her "ur majesty!" i mean really. i feel like a courtsey is required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this morning( cuz again i have not slept yet therefore i consider this day still part of yesterday)christmas morning, was strangely enough a julie andrew marathon type of day... every channel has her in some form or another. i saw her old cinderella movie in the 1940's or something and then again at night, the freakin sound of music. basically this whole day i spent watching tv. i borrowed dvds and watched the big miami/la bball showdown against kobe and shaq, stuffed myself on tempura and walked around the area in shorts and a white pashmina at 54 degrees outside. sometimes the cold can really get u in perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i watched napoleon dynamite... that has got to be the most weirdly bizarre  form of an endearing movie i ever saw.its sweet.and hella funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-110405949621954015?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072.post-110310372131058689</id><published>2004-12-15T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T01:42:01.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'> it's beginning to feel a lot not like christmas</title><content type='html'> and so as my title goes... begins the premise of the blog.&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER... was the month... the 14th was the date...&lt;br /&gt;and the mood was less than festive and more .... whats a good word to describe it...&lt;br /&gt;      BLAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny cuz as soon as halloween ended, the people here can't wait to decorate for christmas. and now that it is literally days away i feel.... nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm not going all charlie brown and the great christmas special on u folks with crap about christmas spirit and joy and bliss and faith and shit like that. i'm not gonna buy a ratty old flimsy freakin tree and decorate it to show the true meaning of christmas. im just stating the fact that i actually think that i am literally gonna be able to skip christmas this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this conclusion is what i have come up with after analyzing events that have happened during the past week and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhibit a: or as i like to call it " snow no go"&lt;br /&gt;the weather was soo fu---annoying it started to snow mid to late november and then yesterday it was 85 degrees and people were wearing tanks and shorts and flip flops&lt;br /&gt; truly weather affects the mood...  how can u walk in a winter wonderland and let it snow without the actual snow?&lt;br /&gt; u can't go dashing through the snow in a one horse open sleigh now... it's gonna be more like dashing through mud and getting ur sleigh stuck on slush. and no one has ever said anything about christmas mud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhibit b: work&lt;br /&gt;i mean it's so horrible i can't even think of a good tag line for it. the worst thing about work isn't actually the work im doing  but the people i work with :(and the fact that i might actually ahve work christmas day really isnt boosting my whole holiday morale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhibit c: "the chicken is leaving the building"&lt;br /&gt;my brother is moving to indiana on january... so were actually preparing more for his leaving rather than the holidays... and whathefuck who goes to the midwest on winter? i mean really, it's literally braving fuckin 20 inches of snow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally exhibit d: i haven't had a vacation in 2 years...i  mean like a real real vacation so i guess im all bent out of shape. im creatively dry and i feel like a glow worm who didnt get moon drops from the moon pool... ok that just made me seem like a freakin junkie... my god it just occurred to me that those fuckin glow freinds are a bunch of freakin alcoholics with their moon shine... fuckin a holes hahahhahahaha.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok am i ever screwed or what.... santa... u better believe it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-110310372131058689?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/110310372131058689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=110310372131058689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/110310372131058689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/110310372131058689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-beginning-to-feel-lot-not-like.html' title=' it&apos;s beginning to feel a lot not like christmas'/><author><name>stamplicker/nosepicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579179021545329569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072.post-109878114724932576</id><published>2004-10-26T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T01:59:07.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'> working hard for the money</title><content type='html'> gosh today is my only day of rest ( considering it is already 12:58 am)... like god i only get one day to rest my weary self for the week and it had to be TUESDAY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ok not that i want to diss on tuesday, after all it's not it's fault it's placed where it's at on the whole week round up... but personally i never really like tuesdays... its so bland... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly i like wednesdays... wednesdays have character.. ok so amybe it's cuz i can relate to wednesday more cuz were both always stuck in the middle ... but just the whole idea of wednesdays makes me happy... its the anticipation of the week end.. the whole half mark accomplishment of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alas i am stuck with tuesdays... the day with the least personality...&lt;br /&gt; see mondays... its always hectic... like the busy panagnay ( first child) always busy moving... like the straight laced-business minded offspring of the family. wednesdays... the laid back not a care in the world middle kid the one who can roll with the punches and still talk smart. thursdays is the sister whose popular and out going and Friday is the crazy(always drunk) frat boy who parties all night and gets watsed with his side kick brother saturday ( the frat boy in training) and sunday.. the more subdued brother who parties til 3am and wakes up at 7am .. partier but responsible baby of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which leaves us to tuesday... the introverted tuesday, overpowered by the wind of monday and unnoticed by  wednesday and the rest of the days... tuesday's the nerd who likes reading books and staying indoors and eating only one kid of food and is allergic to most any kind of shellfish and grass so he can't play soccer even if it's the one thing he secretly dreams about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and that book tuesday's with morie ...isn't really helping his image.. cuz now people think he's gay... poor old tuesday can't play out cuz of allergies so now is stuck to stamp collecting and hanging out with grandma and being the only guy who like days of our lives in 4th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; tuesday isn't so bad....come to think of it... hehehhee  i like hanging out at home come to think of it i could be tuseday... &lt;br /&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-109878114724932576?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/109878114724932576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=109878114724932576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109878114724932576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109878114724932576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/2004/10/working-hard-for-money.html' title=' working hard for the money'/><author><name>stamplicker/nosepicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579179021545329569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072.post-109817424997133911</id><published>2004-10-19T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T01:37:57.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'> DAY 1 of fuckin picture people</title><content type='html'>my awful awful first day at job traing at the mall discussed with my dearest freind tet.... she's trying to make it bearable... haahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; when do you get to take  the pics of the kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; tapos for this other job training i have pa research paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; i dunno yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox: &lt;/strong&gt;wish ko nga doon lang ako stationed eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; wow.. seryoso sila a!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; but nooooo i have to learn how to sell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; haha o welll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; havent they heard of art for art's sake&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; see this is my company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; wowie! kinareer na !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; and tahnk god i dont have to wear taht stupid uniform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;http://www.picturepeople.com/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; although i did want a propeler hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; haha vest and beenie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; whata combination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; no more vests for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; wala na nag rin propeler hat eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; haha sayang baka puede ka pang magfly fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; and stupid white folks want to get their animals portraits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; fucking dogs and cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; and parakeets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; fuck them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; looks like fate is sending you in the way of babies.. hmmm.. could it be trying to tell you something? hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah taht im never  gonna fucking get one cuz tehyre all so much fucking trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; alam mo the more i think about this new job teh unhappier i get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; tsk tsk tsk... so cynical!! babies and pets are heavent sent bundles of pure love and joy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; pets and theyre putrid fucking shedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; babies and theyre whiney mothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; thats a good sign though.. if things really suck then they cant possibly get any worse and it can only get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; hehe and their gross gross poop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific : &lt;/strong&gt;ya, babies would bebearable if they didnt have their pa-cutsie googley eyed parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; i know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; kids are just keeping it real and moms theyre all.. look my baby is the smartest kid in teh world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; he's so special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; and thsi stupid ob is making me agree taht his  mongol of a child is not aretard but hella special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; even though all the kid can do is drool and pooop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; haha parents in denial.. its so sad.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox: &lt;/strong&gt;u know what i had to freakin do today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; .. stupid role play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; i havent done taht since... crap high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; for what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; you enjoy that naman di ba&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; .. i ahve to pretend to aproah a freakin customer and invite them over to teh store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; they said im not peppy enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; haha tape the corner of your mouth to your eara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt;   the other trainee pretended to be the mommy of this horrid looking bald doll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; and i had to say ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; " aww what a little darling... why hello!!!" (alL sweety)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; and then picth a fuckin slaes pitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; "  ma'am ur baby is just so adorable...  i was wondering ( sales pitch count down in 5... 4... 3...2...1...)   have u ever been to the Picture people?... ( assuming teh answer is no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific : &lt;/strong&gt;haha what adarling? geez, sino namang maniniwala dun! no body talks like that anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; " would u do me a favor.... i couldnt help  but notice how adorable ur baby is annd im a  photographer in traing... if u could gimme a couple of minutes of ur time and  have ur baby model for me and in return we'll give u a 10x13 photo of ur child absolutely free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; i had to freaking say that  5 times today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; of course u have to pretend to be sincere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; haha stupid gullible mothers!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; hahah i feel like im conspiring to the great big capitalist world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; we all are but hey thats life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; i feel liekim cheating them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; yeah well sila rin naman e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; i felt sos orry for those mothers cuz all we kept sayinga th teh tarng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; we want them all to spend as much as they can here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; bombard them with all the little knick knacks they could possibly want but dont need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; make them feel they need it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; haha tinuro rin samin yan.. sa "influencing skills seminar" mwahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; syet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt;   u need to amke them feel teh need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox: &lt;/strong&gt;i mean sige i understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; kais im majoring in advertisisng &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; kaso di ko ata amtake na i need to hella smile all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; k lang yan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; but good lord if u see those kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; theyre little angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; cept for th epesky brats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; and we have toys props for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; aww cute enough to chop to pieces? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; specially thsi little cowboy kid today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; he felt lieka star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; haha john wayne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; the little tike was so adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; pero you take the sample pictures of the kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; we will soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; hehe olrytie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; ill try to sneak some proofs and show ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; okay and then lets ell them to child pornographers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; we have a contract banning us from doing nude pictures  and boudoir pics of adults and when kids under 1 get in nude they need there genitalia area covered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; its cuz tehy wnat a wholesome hallmark image because we are apparently a subsidiary company!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; geez! talk about politically correct!! looks like you have all your bases covered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teterific :&lt;/strong&gt; haha wowie!! ang dami namang pasikot sikot niyan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iridescentbluefishbox:&lt;/strong&gt; well unless hallmarks starts selling  wholesome boudoir cards.. i doubt we'll ever do artistic nudes there hhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  truly i wish it gets better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-109817424997133911?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/109817424997133911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=109817424997133911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109817424997133911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109817424997133911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/2004/10/day-1-of-fuckin-picture-people.html' title=' DAY 1 of fuckin picture people'/><author><name>stamplicker/nosepicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579179021545329569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072.post-109807254624977724</id><published>2004-10-17T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T21:09:06.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'> IT RAINED IN CALIFORNIA</title><content type='html'>yesterday we helped my uncle in his gala and i took pictures all over the biltmore hotel well mostly in our room hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586768/5145842/70009386.jpg"&gt; the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586768/5145842/70007369.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lamp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586768/5145842/70007244.jpg"&gt;my left side as i slummped on the chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586768/5469172/70005846.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;candace getting made up - i liked this so much i clicked while she wasnt looking hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586768/5469041/70007561.jpg"&gt; the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586768/5469041/70008201.jpg"&gt; teh room in color all of these pics  from the first one to here  i took while sitting .. ok curled up by this time on the arm chair.. damn taht was so comfy.. but i ahd to get up after cuz i was next on the make up chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586768/5469041/70008301.jpg"&gt; the hall way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586768/5469172/70006352.jpg"&gt;dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586768/5469047/70006419.jpg"&gt; hula dancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586768/5469172/70007077.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lou diamond philips in hula-barong&lt;br /&gt; after dinner i had to fix the hotel room cuz we were having teh performers come up for empnada and toron and i saw taht it rained .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586768/5468541/70009487.jpg"&gt; night rainy view 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586768/5468541/70009591.jpg"&gt; night rainy view 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586768/5469047/70009623.jpg"&gt; night rainy view 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586768/5469047/70009653.jpg"&gt; night rainy view 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586768/5468541/70009772.jpg"&gt; night rainy view 5&lt;br /&gt;i felt so happy it rained.. i havent seen rain in along time i just felt perfect...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-109807254624977724?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/109807254624977724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=109807254624977724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109807254624977724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109807254624977724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/2004/10/it-rained-in-california.html' title=' IT RAINED IN CALIFORNIA'/><author><name>stamplicker/nosepicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579179021545329569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072.post-109774219807515605</id><published>2004-10-14T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T02:13:59.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe this is it?</title><content type='html'> i feel like writing but i dunno what to write. i had a bout roughly an hour of spare solitary writing time and yet my mind was just kaput!! ive talked about this dilemma of mine with a few friends of mine but i just can't seem to shake out of this rut i so aptly call my "transitional life". i feel like ive lost a substantially great part of my being and with that i feel ive lost what was, at the time, what i believed was my purpose. so now again, i question what and why i am where i am and why i am doing the things i am doing. granted i do not enjoy what i am doing now i  question why i continue to exist... i feel like i'm cheating myself of something i can't exactly put my finger on.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like today, same as all my days, i didn't feel happy waking up... i could care less if i did or didn't to be quite honest. i mean i feel i have no drive, goal, motivation whatsoever to even get up... but i do... and i drag myself lifelessly downstairs to drink water. then i crawl up stairs to sit under the sun at the balcony watching clouds when i know there's tons to be done. but i feel like i'm not really supposed to be here. i try to find something interesting in what i'm doing now and in someways it is but... i just .. i don't feel it in my bones like how i used to...  i miss the feeling of certainty.i miss waking up cuz i feel like something amazingly unexplainable will happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i have fallen in a trap routine and somehow i can't get out.... i want more... i live through books and tv and the net and im afraid it's not normal. i refuse to just keep on existing. but as the beatles song that keeps playing in my head on days like these..... "jai guru deva ohm, nothing's gonna change my world, nothing's gonna change my world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive yet to see what tomorow brings me but i hope its got marshmallows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-109774219807515605?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/109774219807515605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=109774219807515605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109774219807515605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109774219807515605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/2004/10/maybe-this-is-it.html' title='maybe this is it?'/><author><name>stamplicker/nosepicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579179021545329569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072.post-109752764703167982</id><published>2004-10-11T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T13:47:27.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'> The effects of downing ice cream 24/7</title><content type='html'> I got a molar pulled the day before yesterday and so far I've been bleeding like hell... So the only thing I can eat/ consume/ swallow with no effort and pain whatsoever is gelato... The weird pleasure that a tooth extraction brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so the other day, as a result of my new ice cream diet...( or so I figured) I had the weirdest dream... And it goes a little something like this ...&lt;br /&gt; I was in a jungle with my kid brother Adrian.  We were great explorers/hunters searching for an elusive animal with skin like soft suede and body as soft as a marshmallow the great mallowphant&lt;br /&gt; armed with my handy dandy slingshot bought in the markets of marikina and my brother with his sickle tied on a long rod, we scoured the vast lands  accompanied by 3 fashion designers&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586768/5145842/69345758.jpg"&gt; ( yes kids in my dream they said they were fashion designers)... &lt;br /&gt; so off we went and by the watering hole we saw it &lt;IMG SRC="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586768/5145842/69345694.jpg"&gt; the majestic mallowphant&lt;br /&gt;  we watched the beast  behind bushes as he drank... My brother Adrian wanted to sickle the thing and have a big wedge of marsh mallow .. but i was skeptical taht it was indeed made of marshmallow.. so i decided to get a small pebble and i flung it to the beast using my sling shot. The pebble bounced like a trapeeze artist on a trampoline and the humongous but lovable craeture looked up and spotted us.&lt;br /&gt; it went close .. and let me pet it's pelt .... it was softer than suede... and he smelled of marshmallow... the 3 designers next to me wanted to touch the pelt  but the mallowphant decided to squish all three of thme between its2 front legs... like a crabs claws clamping on squishy foam. ... and then i woke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   i need to eat solid foods now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-109752764703167982?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/109752764703167982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=109752764703167982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109752764703167982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109752764703167982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/2004/10/effects-of-downing-ice-cream-247.html' title=' The effects of downing ice cream 24/7'/><author><name>stamplicker/nosepicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579179021545329569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072.post-109653500966635097</id><published>2004-09-30T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T02:03:29.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'> PASSING TIME AT JOB TRAINING</title><content type='html'> well you guys know me, i can't help not doodling on handouts  so why should i stop now? hehhehe my seatmate, rosa, caught me and she was laughing her heart out . we almost got in trouble... heres some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586768/5145842/68224261.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; mr. jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586768/5145842/68224294.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nurse betty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586768/5145842/68224198.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patient judy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586768/5145842/68224226.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side show/ room service johnny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; johnny just looks so darn funny by itself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-109653500966635097?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/109653500966635097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=109653500966635097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109653500966635097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109653500966635097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/2004/09/passing-time-at-job-training.html' title=' PASSING TIME AT JOB TRAINING'/><author><name>stamplicker/nosepicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579179021545329569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072.post-109618874859322145</id><published>2004-09-26T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T01:52:28.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>highs and lows</title><content type='html'> highs:&lt;br /&gt;  garden state soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;higher than high:&lt;br /&gt;   all the songs were great like the movie said... " listen to this i promise it'll change your life"&lt;br /&gt;highest:&lt;br /&gt;   track 8 : nick drake- one of these things first... loves it&lt;br /&gt;higher than highest:&lt;br /&gt;   track 12: frou frou- let go ( who da thought i love frou frou in clothes and now theyre a band and they sound amazing!! trip hop electronica magic) this is the song that will change your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; people should really give cds as presents!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lows:&lt;br /&gt;   why won't it rain here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-109618874859322145?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/109618874859322145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=109618874859322145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109618874859322145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109618874859322145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/2004/09/highs-and-lows.html' title='highs and lows'/><author><name>stamplicker/nosepicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579179021545329569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072.post-109610148254316193</id><published>2004-09-25T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T01:41:46.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'> bakit ba nag sarap sarap ng silken tofu?</title><content type='html'> talaan ni kapitan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang sarap ng silken tofu!!!(taho) lalo na pla kapag ikinain mo sha sa mainit na kanin at yung tofu nasa kimchi based soup na may gulay egg at seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit ang sarap ng tokwa?.... hate na hate ko sha dati tapos ngayon yun nalang ang nasa isip ko?sabi ko dati ... " yuck tokwa ..eww" pero ngayon " YESS TOKWA!!"&lt;br /&gt; siguro nga matanda na ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naisip ko pa kanina pagkakain ko noong silken tofu... pagdating nya sa loob ng tiyan ko mag eexpand sila ng parang mga maliliit na silica crystals na nakaabsorb ng tubig. tapos padami ng padami tapos palaki ng palaki yung maliliit na piraso ng silken tofu sa loob ng tiyan ko... wahahahhahha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-109610148254316193?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/109610148254316193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=109610148254316193' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109610148254316193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109610148254316193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/2004/09/bakit-ba-nag-sarap-sarap-ng-silken.html' title=' bakit ba nag sarap sarap ng silken tofu?'/><author><name>stamplicker/nosepicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579179021545329569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072.post-109584404381895021</id><published>2004-09-21T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T02:07:55.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoever said "when u ASSUME u make and ASS out ou U and ME is such a baby!!</title><content type='html'>(taken from the journals of kapitan basa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapitan BAsa says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so after my whole act 1 yesterday, watching spongebob ( the wise guru of my youth and present)made me think and re assess the whole teacher thing. so sabi ko sasarili ko " Jen, ok lang yan!!"&lt;br /&gt; i brushed it off as i brushed my hair and i said to my magic mirror ala boy abunda( HOY HINDI SNOW WHITE MAGIC MIRROR &gt;&gt; DI NAMAN AKO WITCH ANO GAGA!!) as i was saying &lt;br /&gt; Id let nalang the issue die its natural death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; PERO ANG GAGANG TITSER  INULITAN NANAMAN AKO KANINA NANG KOREAN INSINUATION!!&lt;br /&gt;kesho  cultural diversity daw ngayon ang topic at getting to know practices daw ampotek... and meron daw ba akong alam na nakakadisrespect sa koreans na body language and ahnd gestures... sa loob loob ko usto ko shang labasan nag middle finger at sabihing  hoy GAGA pinay aketch ang face mo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its quite funny now really... Who ever said  "when u ASSUME u make an ASS out of U and ME" is justa big fat baby. cuz darling when u assume u make an ASS of Ucuz u'll be hearing laughs coming from ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speking of great big fat asses.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ang mga mexcano ata nagdadalang tao na sing bilis ang mag daga!! ABA punyeta!! puro na lang sila ang andito ngayon sa lobby nag joe-spital Napuno na nila, mga punyeta!! at kung umasta pa eh parang sala nila... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Una.. ni rearrange nila ang mga sofa para face to face ang chissmiss nag mga buntis .. deuce...ang ingay ingay nila parang FAlengke ang joe-spital... tres...&lt;br /&gt;yung mag chicanitos (mini chicanos... parang taquitos)ke-gugulo kung magsitakbuhan parang tatawid ng border!! at ang pang apat and what i consider as a mortal sin na kinatutumbasan nag corporal punsihment, PUTANGINA NILIPAT NILA ANG TV!!! syet ano wala akong paki alam kung si nicandro san sebastian ay nasa TELEMUNDO  alas otso na SPONGE BOB NA ngayon nyo pa ililipat mga tarantado!! EME ( read as EH-MEH)!!&lt;br /&gt; pota EH-Mehksikano!! syet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-109584404381895021?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/109584404381895021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=109584404381895021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109584404381895021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109584404381895021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/2004/09/whoever-said-when-u-assume-u-make-and.html' title='whoever said &quot;when u ASSUME u make and ASS out ou U and ME is such a baby!!'/><author><name>stamplicker/nosepicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579179021545329569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072.post-109584227204101680</id><published>2004-09-20T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T01:39:23.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakit Lagi akong napagkakamalang koryano!?! lekat</title><content type='html'> (this blog transcribed from my notebook nakakapagod na kasing nagsasacan pa letche)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Talaan ng kapitan:                                         ika-20 ng setyembre 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anak ng patis na dinurugan ng siling labuyo na may halong chocolate syrup!!&lt;br /&gt; Bakit ba lagi na lang ganito ang nagyayari sakin? ang itim itim ko namna, ang kulot kulot  pa nang buhok ko( well ok, sige wavy lang sha ngayon na medj naka flippy-flippy yung ends kasi medj vaklush ang lola!) BUT STILL!!! i dont think na teh haircut justifies my ethnicity... Ambabaw naman noon ano. &lt;br /&gt;Ngunit subalit ayun sa magaling kong titser na maghihigit kalahating semsetre na... well technically september pa lang ano so sige give and take two three weeks plang pla ang klase ( but really it seemed longer) KOREAN DAW AKO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REwind tayo this afternoon, 4 pm or as i call it ACT 1 or " lecheng buhay talaga ang job training"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ACT 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene : conference room discussion, napapalibutan ang bida ng tatlong malalanding mexicana at isang frustrated singer na babaeng itim. Ang bida nasa corner table sinisingit ang paglalaro ng game boy habang nagsasalita ang titser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GURO: " It's important to get your training specified to your interests... (blah blah , nothing i really care for really cuz all im after is the money) .. and you can get the right field you want"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaklaseng mexicana number 1 aka "gold tooth Rosa": "what if im working here but i want to be a nurse?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUro:" the hospital will pay for your tuition provided taht in return you will work for them as a nurse for two years after you graduate. they have programs for ethinic minorities  like you, latin americans, and lisa cuz she's african american and jennifer... right... koreans!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: ( the sleeping dragon gets startled to hear such an allegation!!... she sits up and shouts in her head "KOREAN!?!?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay naku hindi na nakaktawa pramismama!!&lt;br /&gt; don't get me wrong ha , I love koreans , well i mean love as in brother-of-the-world--fellow-asian-high-five-for-rice-and-gimme-some-kimchi-love!! , but this has gone far enough!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGE FINE!!  I admit it was strangely ammusing when this korean guy came up to me in UP asking me in korean how to use the payfone. It was also funny  when the girl kept appologizing and bowing for being sungit after she asked me in korean what my order was at the kimchi house. BUT now at A JOB FACILITY Iam ASSUMED TO BE KOREAN?&lt;br /&gt; ano ba to do i reek  korean-ness ba? I SAY : teka lang pre, amoy BAGOONG "TO hindi KIMCHI!!! ( ermm wait tahtsnot right .. ambaho ata noon)... basta!! alam nyo na yun!! PINOY AKO TADO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; this got me thinking na maybe this is gods way of making me feel more patriotic hahahhahahahahahahahah... lord sana nalang hinulugan mo ako nang magical isaw from the heavens.. yun tiyak automatic isisigaw ko I LOVE PINAS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; PUNYEYTA alas otso na SPONGE BOB TIME!!this too shall pass!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-109584227204101680?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/109584227204101680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=109584227204101680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109584227204101680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109584227204101680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/2004/09/bakit-lagi-akong-napagkakamalang.html' title='Bakit Lagi akong napagkakamalang koryano!?! lekat'/><author><name>stamplicker/nosepicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579179021545329569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072.post-109514445963869877</id><published>2004-09-13T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T23:47:39.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions of a warrior of love and peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586768/5145842/66705227.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586768/5145842/66705196.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-109514445963869877?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/109514445963869877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=109514445963869877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109514445963869877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109514445963869877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/2004/09/confessions-of-warrior-of-love-and.html' title='confessions of a warrior of love and peace'/><author><name>stamplicker/nosepicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579179021545329569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072.post-109418343729550176</id><published>2004-09-02T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T20:50:37.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'> if greatness was staring u right in the face would u recognize it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586768/5145842/65616898.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;captain's log:&lt;br /&gt; i saw this old pic and i thought id post it... it has nothing to do with the whole blog :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tricky thing,  greatness is and so many standards. i  realize this after going through the LA times obituaries and they all kept saying how amazing this lady was... all these contributions to all these charities. being an art afficionado, a culture-vulture, all these amazing wonderful things  said about her and yet so sad that the only way people really appreciated her is when she died... its like they all just found out she was amazing when she stopped breathing on her hospital bed. they crammed who she is  in a 4x5 ad in the newspaper telling people she's "gone off to meet her maker".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day two of my newly cut hair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; mother still getting used to it.. its so funny she's like.. ano bang nagyari sayo bakit agnyan yan...&lt;br /&gt; and i said .. better &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; happened now than &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; happening when im &lt;em&gt;35&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe this is my running alibi... sad when i become 35 though.. id have to think of another excuse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-109418343729550176?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/109418343729550176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=109418343729550176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109418343729550176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109418343729550176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/2004/09/if-greatness-was-staring-u-right-in.html' title=' if greatness was staring u right in the face would u recognize it?'/><author><name>stamplicker/nosepicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579179021545329569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072.post-109412130338003979</id><published>2004-09-02T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T03:42:27.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'> boredom leads to irrational exhuberance</title><content type='html'>captain's log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now understand why idle minds are very dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it can also cause a half mohawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazingly my hair looks ok, considering that the urgency the heat wave caused and my apperent lack of feeling of productivity has led me to the bathroom with kitchen shears at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lord  how i whizzed through my hair!! i felt like edward scissor hands only instead on bushes .. my head!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the look is sort of long mohawk-ish very free flowing- easy-breezey-(mm a little bit japanese-y) with long tight frontal bangs and a refreshingly short nape area... ah the wonders of paramount lighting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it goes well with a white collared shirt.. very modern chic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if it can grow faster.... i sometimes catch my self trying to stick my chopstick hair-sticker-in-placer ( good god i don't know what it's really called all i know is that theyre chopstiscks u use to pin your hair in place ) in my head hoping it'll catch a bun of hair and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which leads me to the ill realization of the date today.. sepember 2nd... a fort night to being legal .. here here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; cept well.. considering that in pinas i have been legal for quite sometime and i dont really do anything special like drink or smoke .. makes me sadder considerring m just getting older for nothing.... i should really truly consider taking up a vice... something to look forward to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-109412130338003979?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/109412130338003979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=109412130338003979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109412130338003979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109412130338003979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/2004/09/boredom-leads-to-irrational.html' title=' boredom leads to irrational exhuberance'/><author><name>stamplicker/nosepicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579179021545329569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072.post-109339480753012621</id><published>2004-08-24T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T18:33:03.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everything good needs replacing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;capatin's log:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; im no good but i need replacing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;re-arranging at the very least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i feel so lifeless these passed few days.. no drive .. i need a new motivation.. something new to get me by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; im thinking of taking up sculpture for this semester... or maybe something really different like intaglio.. ( different for me at least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sattelite strung from the moon, and the world your balloon peeping tom of the mother station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-109339480753012621?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/109339480753012621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=109339480753012621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109339480753012621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109339480753012621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/2004/08/everything-good-needs-replacing.html' title='everything good needs replacing'/><author><name>stamplicker/nosepicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579179021545329569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072.post-109331947597655318</id><published>2004-08-23T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T17:43:07.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ants marching</title><content type='html'>captain's log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny how i have a blog and yet i never get to write anything fun in it.&lt;br /&gt;its not that my life is a snooze really... ok, so it is... but ocassionally i do get bursts of wonderfully amazing days.. days that are so amazing i never get to write about it that day cuz im having too much fun... and now the times i do get to blog are on days like this.. when its dull :( oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im coming up with a t-shirt line hopefully imma make a website for it...and when i say hopefully i mean... i really hope i can make one hahahha ... i've been having so much fun making t-shirt designs i havent even planned my actual creation strategey hahhahahahahahaa !!&lt;br /&gt;i'll bask in my simple joys for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rediscovered ants marching- dave matthews ... thus my theme of the moment !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i quote from a late night show " the sweet little indonesian girl grew up into a man to lift some weights and be watched by 5 people with umbrellas in the bleachers!" that's my olympic spirit right there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-109331947597655318?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/109331947597655318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=109331947597655318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109331947597655318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109331947597655318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/2004/08/ants-marching.html' title='Ants marching'/><author><name>stamplicker/nosepicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579179021545329569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072.post-109221323292384003</id><published>2004-08-11T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T01:33:52.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ding dong ding dong ding banana phone</title><content type='html'> &lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/badgerphone.php"&gt;http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/badgerphone.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; is all i can really say... i mena really .. you'll get..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks tet this really made.. makes my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-109221323292384003?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/109221323292384003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=109221323292384003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109221323292384003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109221323292384003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/2004/08/ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-banana-phone.html' title='ding dong ding dong ding banana phone'/><author><name>stamplicker/nosepicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579179021545329569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072.post-109187789917559305</id><published>2004-08-07T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T04:24:59.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'> Orange sorbet and peanutbutter ice cream somehow tastes like frozen chokies</title><content type='html'>captain's log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today , same as the rest of my days this summer, has been nothing less than absolutely dull. and to exaggerate the state of my boredom, the sun was making me sleepy... you know how warm days automatically becomes lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after about two months of going in and out of the house, to the mall, to the store, on a road trip, and back... i finally wore sneakers again... i missed having socks .. but the easy breeziness of sandals really makes going closed-toe difficult. but alas i have tan lines on my foot and its driving me nuts. its liaka mini highway of bands across my foot and its horrific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; we went to this mall in san bernardino.. damn its like something straight out of an episode of the twilight zone. i mean it felt  like a  ghost mall... first of all its called carousel mall.... there a freakin big caraousel in the middle of the dingy walled , low lit mall. ... as u park u here  music coming from little speakers.. that make u feel like time suddenly stopped and ur entering another dimension. going inside  re-enforces that thought more, u see all the shops look a like, womens trashy looking clothes and they're all being sold by some asian and all teh shops have signs that say  for plus sizes too. ok i have nothing against fashionable big girl clothing but.. its just too bizarre that all the stores more or less have the same stuff sold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that my brothers bought ice cream... and it did taste like chokies...&lt;br /&gt;" .. i just got here and i already want to leave..." says the radio playing a phantom planet song as we wnet out of the mall.. i felt that was soo fitting the moment... like it was a soundtrack for a movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i can tell from the minute i woke up ... it's gonna be a lonely lonely lonely day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-109187789917559305?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/109187789917559305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=109187789917559305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109187789917559305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109187789917559305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/2004/08/orange-sorbet-and-peanutbutter-ice.html' title=' Orange sorbet and peanutbutter ice cream somehow tastes like frozen chokies'/><author><name>stamplicker/nosepicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579179021545329569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072.post-109152367325393830</id><published>2004-08-03T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T02:01:13.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving through the carbon friggin canyon road</title><content type='html'>captain's log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I died.. I did really... I drove in actual reality through what seemed to me as a road straight out of gran turismo .. minus all the great driving music they have... I went up and down winding roads and sharp curves on 40-50 mph... And to think my brother thought that was better than goin in tea freakin freeway!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so ok a part of me died&lt;br /&gt; the part that can recognize the differences between  stop go and slow down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-109152367325393830?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/109152367325393830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=109152367325393830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109152367325393830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109152367325393830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/2004/08/driving-through-carbon-friggin-canyon.html' title='Driving through the carbon friggin canyon road'/><author><name>stamplicker/nosepicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579179021545329569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072.post-109072068594682515</id><published>2004-07-24T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T18:58:05.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why nail cutters were invented</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Captain's log: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;You know when you wake up and you have this feeling of impending doom, and as the day progresses you feel your hunch is right. &lt;br /&gt;Today's one of those days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with my mother telling me that I've slept the whole morning.&amp;nbsp; Clearly, that there was one of the signs telling me, &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jen , do u really want to get up today, I mean I've already spent half the day here why not make it a lazyboy kinda day?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... But because of my lack of better judgment, I stood up and went down stairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it I was already up before she screeched. I just stayed in bed cuz I felt that hunch of doom for the day. I have this drone sounding buzz in my ear which was interrupted by the pounding mallet of the plumber who was amazingly fixing the upstairs bathroom, which everyone neglected to inform me. That there was sign number two, of dooms day awaiting.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;IT IS NEVER A GOOD WAY TO WAKE UP BY SEEING AN OLD MEXICAN GUY UNDER THE SINK!! NEVER!!&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;So much for waking up the right way...&amp;nbsp;basically my only solace today was when I vacuumed the van.( talk about high point big whoop !!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I felt unequivicably ill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there it was, I saw a long toe nail.&amp;nbsp; I know its sick but I have this habit of scratching my nails till they peel of shorter. Yeah yeah judge me I don't care. For a brief moment I felt alive.. exhilarated.&amp;nbsp; I started by scratching one section then I went for the peel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I realized that I was bleeding rather profusely... ok so a lot... yeah not so bright .. I know... So here I am at 6:52 pm pacific time typing away cuz I cant walk without limping.... and leaving a trail of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh&amp;nbsp;you never hear stories like these from real life swashbuckling pirates! You just see them one day with peg legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-109072068594682515?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/109072068594682515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=109072068594682515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109072068594682515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109072068594682515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/2004/07/why-nail-cutters-were-invented.html' title='Why nail cutters were invented'/><author><name>stamplicker/nosepicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579179021545329569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7722072.post-109057246853280168</id><published>2004-07-23T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T01:47:48.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like candy</title><content type='html'>Captain's log:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;u know how one thing leads to another ...i didnt want another blog thing .. all i wanted was to post a 3 word comment of support for a friends blog and whaddaya know... everything just happend so fast and now i got me... a new blog .. big whoop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7722072-109057246853280168?l=stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/feeds/109057246853280168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7722072&amp;postID=109057246853280168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109057246853280168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7722072/posts/default/109057246853280168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stamplicker_nosepicker.blogspot.com/2004/07/just-like-candy.html' title='Just like candy'/><author><name>stamplicker/nosepicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579179021545329569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
