What else is there to blog at this moment? I was actually involved in a near death experience yesterday (Watching AXN's extreme disasters on tape constitutes as involvement), but this experience pales in comparison with Tito Manny's win over Morales.
When else was there an event where political rivals shook hands, where people crowded the streets to stop traffic, where people gathered and claimed to pray together for a purpose, where evil doers (rapist/murderers/jaywalkers) were quickly rounded up and summarily executed? (Oh wait, I don't think the last one happened yesterday) Almost sounds like a successful EDSA revolution doesn't it?
I guess for a country supposedly full of problems and situations, we welcome these kind of news. News of the good kind. The kind that would give most people bragging rights. For example; IF Manny Pacquiao=World Class Boxer and Manny=Pinoy and Me=Pinoy THEN Me=World Class Boxer SO You=give money to Me or else; IF Manny=hardworking,disciplined and Manny=Bisaya (Lives in Southern Philippines) and Me=Bisaya EVEN IF Me=like porn Me=hardworking,disciplined too. The possibilities are endless...
* * * * *
He's uber-rich now. Millions in fight prizes, product endorsements, ad space on his butt, and geez, even a singing career.
I'm a fan of Manny, as a boxer that is. But as someone who sings? Geez.
I wonder who first thought of this idea? I guess some record company wants to get a piece of that flow of money. Here in the philippines, once you're very popular, you could do anything, sing, dance, host shows and *gasp* even act and star in film. (Manny had a movie didn't he?)
Well, he has this song that's gaining lots of airplay entitled, Para sa iyo translated as For you. The first time I heard this song, I could almost imagine how they recorded the song. Manny Pacquiao seated with friends around, a microphone on Manny's left hand, platitos (small plates) of salted peanuts on the table, ash-trays with few stick of lit cigarettes, round of beer. If you imagined a videoke session with friends, that's how I think they did the shoot. Sing with me now; "Para sa'yo(This is for you).. Ang laban na'to (The second fight 'ang laban na two')."
* * * * *
Imagine if Manny runs for office in his hometown. I bet he'd win. One, he's uber-wealthy and some say very kind. Two, he's very popular(Very Important in Politics!) and three, he's got insane punching power. Now what has punching power got to do with politics? I actually imagine hime saying this during his campaign; "Kung ako bobotohin nyo, Uumbagin ko ang lahat ng politikong corrupt!" Now that's a threat with a bite.
* * * * *
If anything as shallow as a Pacquiao boxing win could bring about change in our country, bring it on!
Knock me another one Mister Pacquiao.
Monday, January 23
Tuesday, January 10
Blog Construction
I'm making a few changes with my blog starting today.
1.) I changed my URL from icedman13.blogspot.com to blognironald.blogspot.com. I find the icedman13 URL too impersonal. blognironald sounds ..urhm, personal (for lack of a better term), plus I'm sure it's much easier to remember.
2.) Since I have a tendency to write novels (ultra long posts), I edited parts of my blog's page to show summaries with links to the whole grovel if ever you find the initial paragraph enticing.
3.) Notice the proper capitalization of posts. I actually went through all of my posts to fix the capitalization and some spelling errors after I read that good blogs have proper punct,uation pronunsiyation, but even grammer and speling.
4.) I was quite a bit of snob by not replying to comments on my posts. During my hiatus from blogging, I read and 'studied' other blogs. I notice that the blogs' authors reacted to comments. I think I will too from here on end. I'm actually gonna react to old comments starting tomorrow...
5.) I am actually in a possession of a digital camera (I didn't steal this one, just in case you're wondering. I making it clear that I didn't take this from a bag of an old lady who dozed off in an airport terminal. NO, I DID NOT, PERIOD). It's just your average digital camera which means, no, not lots of nude pictures here on my blog, but pictures relating to posts. That is, if I get the hang of uploading pictures. (Hmm, nude pictures sounds nice though, but nude pictures of a mild-mannered programmer? Yech!)
6.) My default font is now georgia. Wala lang. I just thought it would look better.
7.) I also have "Read from first post" link. For newly-imagined readers who wanted to get the gist of what I am going through.
That's it for now, hope to see you on my blog my imaginary readers. :-)
1.) I changed my URL from icedman13.blogspot.com to blognironald.blogspot.com. I find the icedman13 URL too impersonal. blognironald sounds ..urhm, personal (for lack of a better term), plus I'm sure it's much easier to remember.
2.) Since I have a tendency to write novels (ultra long posts), I edited parts of my blog's page to show summaries with links to the whole grovel if ever you find the initial paragraph enticing.
3.) Notice the proper capitalization of posts. I actually went through all of my posts to fix the capitalization and some spelling errors after I read that good blogs have proper punct,uation pronunsiyation, but even grammer and speling.
4.) I was quite a bit of snob by not replying to comments on my posts. During my hiatus from blogging, I read and 'studied' other blogs. I notice that the blogs' authors reacted to comments. I think I will too from here on end. I'm actually gonna react to old comments starting tomorrow...
5.) I am actually in a possession of a digital camera (I didn't steal this one, just in case you're wondering. I making it clear that I didn't take this from a bag of an old lady who dozed off in an airport terminal. NO, I DID NOT, PERIOD). It's just your average digital camera which means, no, not lots of nude pictures here on my blog, but pictures relating to posts. That is, if I get the hang of uploading pictures. (Hmm, nude pictures sounds nice though, but nude pictures of a mild-mannered programmer? Yech!)
6.) My default font is now georgia. Wala lang. I just thought it would look better.
7.) I also have "Read from first post" link. For newly-imagined readers who wanted to get the gist of what I am going through.
That's it for now, hope to see you on my blog my imaginary readers. :-)
Monday, December 5
Metro Manila and Atms
The first four paragraphs of this entry has been written on Oct15, the rest on Dec05.
it's been a while since i've last lived in the national capital region. i spent three great years in UP diliman where i should have been studying computer science but instead studied life. instead of reading my course materials, i chose to glean trivia from people. instead of attending classes, i chose to immerse my self in the complicated society man and all those crap. it's actually a nice way of saying i totally 'unstudied' in UP.
You might expect a sad, tragic ending but it actually ended relatively well. I finished computer science in a school in Davao and I'm now a very successful programmer of high tech softwares and rich beyond anyone's wildest dreams. I live in a three (3) storey house with a yacht in the lake in the backyard. I own and manage an all-girls highschool and have hundreds of call girls working for my call center. By the way, did I mention I'm mildy delusional?
But that is not the point of this blog today.
I'm back in manila and not in the comforts of the UP campus which I once called home. I'm here to find a job despite my delusional success. And despite owning an imagined black cutting-edge techonology black car with *insert cool sounding car accessory here* and shiny new *another exotic car part here* which runs on distilled water, I chose to travel by mass transit vehicles from tricycle to jeep to bus to mrt.
*Dec05 Update*
Delusions aside, I actually found a job. I now work still a programmer but this time for a bank (I'm not sure if its legal to state where I work, but I read blogs of employees getting the sacked after they squealed stuff about their employers. And I'm not about to bite the hand that feeds me, or at least not until I win the mega-lotto draw). According to the job offer, I would be handling atm transactions. That is what I tell people if ever they ask me what I do. But if they care for more details, this is what I tell them:
The 'programmer' of atm transactions is the operator of an atm unit. The operator 'works' inside the atm. You may fancy the blue screen interface and buttons of an atm, but it's actually manual operations inside with the 'programmer' manually counting the bills for your 1,000 withdrawal then type and print the receipt. I always wondered why the bank made sure during the phone interview that I'm below 5'7" and below 80kgs, it made sense because they have to make sure I'll fit inside. And if you ever seen those slim and small atms, think midget programmers. I also use to complain whenever atms go offline, but not any more. An offline atm means the programmer's snack/lunch/restroom break.
With this new understanding of atms and bank atm transaction programmers, go and treat atms with new found respect. And after every successfull withdrawal, whisper thanks thru the money chute.
Go ahead, we can hear you...
it's been a while since i've last lived in the national capital region. i spent three great years in UP diliman where i should have been studying computer science but instead studied life. instead of reading my course materials, i chose to glean trivia from people. instead of attending classes, i chose to immerse my self in the complicated society man and all those crap. it's actually a nice way of saying i totally 'unstudied' in UP.
You might expect a sad, tragic ending but it actually ended relatively well. I finished computer science in a school in Davao and I'm now a very successful programmer of high tech softwares and rich beyond anyone's wildest dreams. I live in a three (3) storey house with a yacht in the lake in the backyard. I own and manage an all-girls highschool and have hundreds of call girls working for my call center. By the way, did I mention I'm mildy delusional?
But that is not the point of this blog today.
I'm back in manila and not in the comforts of the UP campus which I once called home. I'm here to find a job despite my delusional success. And despite owning an imagined black cutting-edge techonology black car with *insert cool sounding car accessory here* and shiny new *another exotic car part here* which runs on distilled water, I chose to travel by mass transit vehicles from tricycle to jeep to bus to mrt.
*Dec05 Update*
Delusions aside, I actually found a job. I now work still a programmer but this time for a bank (I'm not sure if its legal to state where I work, but I read blogs of employees getting the sacked after they squealed stuff about their employers. And I'm not about to bite the hand that feeds me, or at least not until I win the mega-lotto draw). According to the job offer, I would be handling atm transactions. That is what I tell people if ever they ask me what I do. But if they care for more details, this is what I tell them:
The 'programmer' of atm transactions is the operator of an atm unit. The operator 'works' inside the atm. You may fancy the blue screen interface and buttons of an atm, but it's actually manual operations inside with the 'programmer' manually counting the bills for your 1,000 withdrawal then type and print the receipt. I always wondered why the bank made sure during the phone interview that I'm below 5'7" and below 80kgs, it made sense because they have to make sure I'll fit inside. And if you ever seen those slim and small atms, think midget programmers. I also use to complain whenever atms go offline, but not any more. An offline atm means the programmer's snack/lunch/restroom break.
With this new understanding of atms and bank atm transaction programmers, go and treat atms with new found respect. And after every successfull withdrawal, whisper thanks thru the money chute.
Go ahead, we can hear you...
Tuesday, October 4
Welcome Back Ronald!
Yes I am back! It has been 4 months since I last wrote here, 3 months since I last visited here, 2 months since I last kicked a soccer ball and 1 month since I had work.
The reason for the my abrupt stop of blogging will be forever be kept a secret. This goes the same for the sudden return of the comeback, or at least until I run out of things to write.
Well, I just dropped by to say hi to my imaginary but avid readers. During the last time I visit, the counter read around 700. Since it now reads around 1000, I just have to say hi.
HI!
So there, will be blogging soon... :-)
The reason for the my abrupt stop of blogging will be forever be kept a secret. This goes the same for the sudden return of the comeback, or at least until I run out of things to write.
Well, I just dropped by to say hi to my imaginary but avid readers. During the last time I visit, the counter read around 700. Since it now reads around 1000, I just have to say hi.
HI!
So there, will be blogging soon... :-)
Saturday, June 4
Part 2: Body Massage
Episode 3: Revenge of the Sith is said to be the blockbuster movie of the year. The rumored amount George Lucas will earn this year inspired me to blog again in the hope that this entry will gain recognition as the blockbuster blog entry of 2005 (And consequently earn as much money too).
Before anything else, I would like to say sorry to the regular readers (imagined or otherwise but mostly imagined) for not updating this blog regularly. I have reasons! I actually had a life beyond computers. I went up Mount Apo during the holy week (expect a blog entry, and if my friend Jonas did not pull them out, you can find photos here), went to 'tourist' spots near davao with my officemates/superfriends, and I had a major transition from work to no work (Read: I resigned). I just realized it was the boredom from work which pushed me to write back then. Another realization: boredom from no work is pushing me now to write again. Realization 1 + realization 2 = conclusion. And the conclusion is that while boredome leads to nowhere, nowhere leads ronald to blog writing.
And since I disappointed my imaginary readers with the long absence, let me appoint (word treated as opposite of disappoint) you this time with the exciting middle part of my body massage trilogy. For the first time readers (dream on fool that people actually read this crap), I made a totally new way of seqencing stories. I advise you to read Part1, then Part3, then finally this entry. If Lucas did Starwars 4,5,6 then 1,2,3, I did mine with 1,3,2. Plus, the time this actually happened occured aeons ago. Which means, most parts of this entry are only imagined but due to memory interference of time, imagined events are actually believed by me to be as the actual experience.
After you have read Part1 then Part3, in that order, may I present, drum rolls please...
* * * *
We then entered the dimly-lighted place some may call a massage parlor, and we were greeted by a nice, old lady (I'm actually not sure if she's really old, could be just bad lighting and bad make-up but she's definitely nice). The lady handed us a list of services they offer. I nervously scanned the list expecting entries like 'hardcore sex with 2 females,' 'lesbian action,' 'self-service,' 'sex with animal of choice (depends on availability),' 'watch dog and donkey action,' and other not so moral services due to the bad rap massage parlor gets. As much as I would deny that I actually looked forward to such services, none of those kind were offered.
We, (Narven, Jonah and I) chose the whole body massage service with scented oil not asking if the presence of an underwear is important. One of us do not have one on, me. But we want massage now and we're getting it.
We were then led inside and saw beds lined up, 2 feet apart with curtains as dividers. The aroma in the air and the dim lights elude an aura of relaxation. We were given small towels and asked by our individual massuers to remove our clothing and accessories and lie face down on the beds. A restroom was available for the removal and clothes which I quickly went into. I removed the clothes I have on (only 2 pieces, my shirt and pants), and tightly, I repeat, tightly put the towel around my waist. Then i lied face down on the bed waiting for the massage experience.
I heard the staff door opened and saw my massuer walk towards me. Immediately, an interesting scent filled the air. A scent you know that's pheromonic in nature. The lack of light allowed me to see only her silhoutte. She was of ample proportions. Her hair short and flirtly curled around her ears. Her eyes shining in the dark short of telling me, be ready boy. Her hands slowly moved, arranging her nurse-like outfit to show less flesh. So white, so pure. Then she slowly unbuttoned her blouse on the pretense of the warm night. She only unbuttoned one, but that was enough to imagine what she's got there.
So what do you think? Do I show potential as a writer of imaginative erotic stories? Do I have enough raw talent to write for Xerex?
Let me continue with the real story right before we were randily interrupted by my overactive imagination, so there, three programmers lying face down with nothing on except the mandatory underwear and towel around the waist, on three adjacent beds, with three lady masseurs on their right side, carefully warming the oil with their hands. One programmer much closer to being naked.
This is it. I expected a warm hand to massage my back but the first physical sensation I felt was a forceful tugging off of the towel (I told you it was on real tight). And there's no stopping her.
She got it off.
Time stood still.
* * * *
I don't want to cut your reading pleasure short but I felt even a bit more creative (Read: Got tired) and decided that there will be a body massage story part 2.5.
Before anything else, I would like to say sorry to the regular readers (imagined or otherwise but mostly imagined) for not updating this blog regularly. I have reasons! I actually had a life beyond computers. I went up Mount Apo during the holy week (expect a blog entry, and if my friend Jonas did not pull them out, you can find photos here), went to 'tourist' spots near davao with my officemates/superfriends, and I had a major transition from work to no work (Read: I resigned). I just realized it was the boredom from work which pushed me to write back then. Another realization: boredom from no work is pushing me now to write again. Realization 1 + realization 2 = conclusion. And the conclusion is that while boredome leads to nowhere, nowhere leads ronald to blog writing.
And since I disappointed my imaginary readers with the long absence, let me appoint (word treated as opposite of disappoint) you this time with the exciting middle part of my body massage trilogy. For the first time readers (dream on fool that people actually read this crap), I made a totally new way of seqencing stories. I advise you to read Part1, then Part3, then finally this entry. If Lucas did Starwars 4,5,6 then 1,2,3, I did mine with 1,3,2. Plus, the time this actually happened occured aeons ago. Which means, most parts of this entry are only imagined but due to memory interference of time, imagined events are actually believed by me to be as the actual experience.
After you have read Part1 then Part3, in that order, may I present, drum rolls please...
* * * *
We then entered the dimly-lighted place some may call a massage parlor, and we were greeted by a nice, old lady (I'm actually not sure if she's really old, could be just bad lighting and bad make-up but she's definitely nice). The lady handed us a list of services they offer. I nervously scanned the list expecting entries like 'hardcore sex with 2 females,' 'lesbian action,' 'self-service,' 'sex with animal of choice (depends on availability),' 'watch dog and donkey action,' and other not so moral services due to the bad rap massage parlor gets. As much as I would deny that I actually looked forward to such services, none of those kind were offered.
We, (Narven, Jonah and I) chose the whole body massage service with scented oil not asking if the presence of an underwear is important. One of us do not have one on, me. But we want massage now and we're getting it.
We were then led inside and saw beds lined up, 2 feet apart with curtains as dividers. The aroma in the air and the dim lights elude an aura of relaxation. We were given small towels and asked by our individual massuers to remove our clothing and accessories and lie face down on the beds. A restroom was available for the removal and clothes which I quickly went into. I removed the clothes I have on (only 2 pieces, my shirt and pants), and tightly, I repeat, tightly put the towel around my waist. Then i lied face down on the bed waiting for the massage experience.
I heard the staff door opened and saw my massuer walk towards me. Immediately, an interesting scent filled the air. A scent you know that's pheromonic in nature. The lack of light allowed me to see only her silhoutte. She was of ample proportions. Her hair short and flirtly curled around her ears. Her eyes shining in the dark short of telling me, be ready boy. Her hands slowly moved, arranging her nurse-like outfit to show less flesh. So white, so pure. Then she slowly unbuttoned her blouse on the pretense of the warm night. She only unbuttoned one, but that was enough to imagine what she's got there.
So what do you think? Do I show potential as a writer of imaginative erotic stories? Do I have enough raw talent to write for Xerex?
Let me continue with the real story right before we were randily interrupted by my overactive imagination, so there, three programmers lying face down with nothing on except the mandatory underwear and towel around the waist, on three adjacent beds, with three lady masseurs on their right side, carefully warming the oil with their hands. One programmer much closer to being naked.
This is it. I expected a warm hand to massage my back but the first physical sensation I felt was a forceful tugging off of the towel (I told you it was on real tight). And there's no stopping her.
She got it off.
Time stood still.
* * * *
I don't want to cut your reading pleasure short but I felt even a bit more creative (Read: Got tired) and decided that there will be a body massage story part 2.5.
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