1. If you could suddenly speak one language fluently
(that you don’t currently speak) what would it be?

– That would be French!
Or I’ll just settle for the French accent,
Man what would I give to speak like Pepe Le Pew,
trying to woo the object of my desire.
“Oh Oui, oui, ma chérie. Where have I been all your life?”
(read that with an accent, okay?)

2. If you were to suggest a foreign film, that you really enjoyed,
what one would you suggest?

– I would go for that Stephen Chow film, Shaolin Soccer.

3. If you had to call another country home
(other than the one you currently live in) what one would you choose?

– Since I am not there technically, it would still be CANADA.
Why?
Two Words!
1.) HOCK
2.) KEY

4. If you went out to buy an import music CD, what one would you buy?
– It would probably be CD’s I already have,
but released only in other countries.
Concerts are usually what they are.

5. If you were to chose an ethnic dinner, what would it be?
– I pretty much eat everything, so this is a tough one.
So I say, I would like to go with a Korean Spicy Kimchi style ribs.

Maybe someday.
Someday.

But now,
I go to bed.

Happy Birthday to my niece, Bea!

Wow, I still remember when you were just a day old,
and I carried you.

You were so small and so precious.
Then you looked up at me,
with your pretty little eyes,
And that’s when you told me
that I was the best Uncle in the world!

And something about my rugged good looks.

True story.

Happy Birthday Bea!!!

While I was driving to work today,
I heard this news on the radio.

And I want to share this with you,
because you know how much I care,
and want to contribute to your social awareness.

“..To demonstrate how sexually transmitted diseases are spread,
a visiting speaker invited students to share gum in health classes
at four county high schools….”

Click here for full story.

—
Now isn’t that the most disgusting thing you have ever heard?

I will never share a gum with anyone!
Never, ever!

Unless you’re a hot chick.

And we’re chewing “peppermint.”

As I sit here,
This Sunday night,

Wondering where did the freakin’ weekend go?

First, with the change in Daylight Saving Time,
with us springing forward, losing an hour,
you would think the week would have gone pretty fast.

But Noooooo!!!

Last week was long and slow.
Slower than a 3 legged turtle!

Then the weekend just flew by.
Quicker than a cat with its tongue out licking its ass.
Or something like that.

And Second,
Why does Friday afternoon the longest time at work,
And Sunday night is the shortest time at home?

What is the deal?

I remember coming home from work,
and it seemed like I just blinked and,
now I am getting ready to go back again.

Did I travel through time or something?

And some people would say,
that if you enjoy your work,
then you wouldn’t notice the time.

Well,
I say this to you.

If your work is so enjoyable,
then why do they have to pay you to do it?

And the sad thing is.
I go back,
because they do pay me.

I need it.
I owe a lot of money.

Man.
I suck at life.

Man, if I had friends around here,
this day would have been celebrated
with a lot of drinking green beer.
(Color Green optional)

I would love to celebrate this day,
even though there is nothing Irish about me.

The closest thing I am to being Irish,
is my choice of bath soap,
which was purely made in the “springs of Ireland.”

I don’t even know much about St. Patrick,
or anything about his Irish history.
Though I think, he made the plague of snakes go away
to another place,
and the people decided to express their gratitude
by painting the town green,
and alcohol and vomit.
And those who were not wearing green will get pinched.
Particularly around the breast region.

I am not too sure about that, so don’t quote me.

Anyways,

Happy St. Paddy’s day!

Happy Birthday to my li’l Brother Brian!

Maybe I shouldn’t call you “little brother” anymore,
since you are about twenty feet taller than me,
and about 200% more handsome.

Si Daddy ang hindi natin kaya sa kapogi-an.
Wala tayong laban dun.

I hope you had a great day.

Love you very much!

—
Also,
a great big Happy Birthday to you, Anne!

I know things are going great for you,
and I am happy that things are turning out fine.

Your kids are all so beautiful.
I wish you all the best!

Check out Anne’s site here. –> Spiegelbild

This!

I bought this ticket on my birthday.
And I finally got around to posting it here.

This makes me happy.

Not very many things make me happy.

Except maybe “Butter.”

When I went to church for Ash Wednesday,
last uhhh “Wednesday,”

I never really paid attention to some of the practices and proceedings
that have changed over the years.

Or so I think.

As I sit amongst the people in the pews.
In silence. (ZzzZZzzz)

I begin noticing how different things are these days.

Par exemple.

When I was young,
we say the Lord’s Prayer as,
“As we forgive those who “sins” against us.”
Now we say
“As we forgive those who “tresspass” against us”.

When did that happen?

We used to say the “Apostles’ Creed,”
(Which I was forced to memorize back in Grade School)
And now everyone seems to know and recite the “Nicene Creed.”
(Which is about 300 words longer.)

When did that happen?

And at the Holy Communion part,
Everyone seems to eat their host (bread) and drink from the cup too.
In the old days, we were only allowed to have the bread.
And then we just have to tough it out, up until the mass ends for us to get a drink.

When did that happen?

And not too long ago,
During Ash Wednesday,
When the priest makes an imprint of the cross
on my forehead with ashes,
I used to lift and part the front of my hair,
so he can see my forehead.

Now there’s nothing to part.
Now (I don’t) I can’t .

Since when did that happen too?

Just like that
it’s over.

One day a year.

Thank you to all those who,

called,
emailed,
text messaged,
instant messaged,
sms’d
video’d
mailed,
faxed
telegrammed,
telegraphed,
telewired,
smoke signaled
s.o.s.’d
messaged via pigeon
messaged via bottle
sign language’d
hollered,
shouted,
waved,
nodded,
blinkered,
honked…

I should have stopped after smoke signaled.
The joke pretty much died there.

Anyway.
Thank you so much.

Talk to you guys next year!

Okay that is not true.
I’ll talk to you sooner than that for sure.

I’ll call you on your birthdays.

And maybe,
just maybe,

Christmas.

Yup.