Pro-Life?

Well, there you have it folks.

Terri Schiavo died today.

The whole cycle of Euthanasia is complete.

You know what ticks me off on the whole thing?
The way it was handled.

They put the feeding tube in,
they take it out.
They put it back in,
they take it out again.

What is the deal????

Well, now maybe there was a higher power that took her,
and saved her from all this crap.

And another thing that won’t leave my head,
I think I read this somewhere,
I just can’t remember who said it.
But I strongly believe it might be George Carlin.

“Those who are Pro-Life,
are usually the ones in favour of the death penalty.”

I think it’s the same arrogance as,
“Everybody wants to go to heaven,
but no one wants to die.”

People are weird.

Note to self:
Check out some “Living Wills.”

Slow Day

Things are slow today,
so I’ll guess I’ll just put up some cool links.

Oh, and thanks to a fellow musician, Joel,
for the kind comments about my music.
Check out his site here —> joelmusic.com

Once you see his site and listen to his music,
you’ll see and hear that his site and music is way better than mine.

Then you’ll realize,
why in the world you waste your time here.

Oh and a happy birthday to my cousin Reggie.

Enjoy,

Need help naming your band? —-> bandnamemaker.com
A great consumers advisory —-> my3cents.com
A Parents primer to Computer Slang —-> kidtalk
Stupid computer tricks —-> rulez.org
Google’s language translation engine —-> translate.google
What’s the number one hit song
when you were born? —-> everyhit.com

New Song Added

I was going to write something “religious” about Easter,
but I got into thinking.

How can I write something about “praises”,
when I have hatred in my heart?

Is it hypocritical of me to say what I feel about my religion,
when I spend so much time and effort, hating my fellow men?

Do I have to pretend to spread the good news, through what I write,
when I wish for everyone who pisses me off, to burn in hell?

Who am I to talk about how great it is to worship the living God,
when I spend half of my time in church, thinking about other things?
Or if I go at all?

When I can’t even pray,
like how I used to pray?

When I can’t talk to Him,
like I used to?
Or if I talk to Him at all?

Then I got into more thinking?

I realized that the hatred in my heart,
makes me human.

I realized that my complaints are being heard,
even though I complain that they weren’t.

I realized that, even though I am a Christian,
that doesn’t make me a Saint.

I realized that even though I haven’t talked to Him,
He kept His relationship with me.

I realized that He doesn’t care about my shortcomings.

I realized how much He has blessed me.

And I realized that He is God.
He doesn’t need us to make Himself a better God.
But He still stayed with us anyway.

But, why?
Why would He?
Why should He?

So, I spent most of Easter pondering about this,
and how I would wish I would get an answer.

I know, I wouldn’t understand it all,
but at least, something that would give me some peace of mind.

So, I turn to music.
It’s what comes natural, when emotions are high,
and thoughts are plenty.

So, I just kept noodling around,
letting the music talk.
When I started playing this one simple tune,
and I can’t stop playing it.

A song we used to sing back in High School.
It’s called “I Love you”.
I don’t even know who wrote it. (UPDATE: It was actually a song by Bro. Mike Lapid)

Then it hit me.
Actually, it was more like a “Listen up, Stupid!”

He was talking to me.
Or at least letting me understand.

And I hope, as I end this post,
that someone, somewhere would understand,
that Easter is really not about the Bunny.
Or the Eggs.
Or the Sweets.

Easter is Life.
It’s the one true “Christmas”.



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UPDATE –
Click HERE for a newer version of this song.

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I LOVE YOU

I love you,
‘Cause that’s just what I am.
I could never turn away from you, and leave you all alone.
Yes, I love you.
I could never leave you all alone and leave you way behind.

Refrain 1:
Though you weigh no more than dust,
placed on a scale, you rise.
Though your worth is just as much as sand,
I love you just the same.
I am love, I am love.

Refrain 2:
Though your sins be dark as scarlet,
I will turn them white as snow.
Though your sins be red as crimson,
They mean nothing more to me.

For I made you and you’re meant for me,
for all eternity.
I have loved you, Yes I love you.
I’ll always will love you.

I love you,
‘Cause that’s just what I am.
I could never show you greater love than lay my life for you.
Yes, I love you.
What more proof do you ask?
Show me any love that’s greater than
the love I’ve shown to you.

(Repeat Refrains 1 & 2)

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Oh, and Happy Easter to everyone!

Speaking of Burning in Hell

Am I the only one who has some annoying neighbors?
I mean, everytime I move to a new place,
(and I have moved a lot),
I will always have these
insensitive, moronic neighbors,
that has no concern about other people.

I recall a bunch of annoying neighbors
when we were still in Canada,
but now I seem to have even worse ones.

In our street alone, there are these bunch of people,
who, I think, are running an Auto Shop in their yard,
and you can hear machines grinding, hammers hammering,
and metals breaking everyday.

They also do car alarms, car sound systems and such.
You know what I mean,
those attention-seeking,
low self-esteem guys with their cars’ bass thumping.

And the Bike owners who rev their engines so loud,
and even modified their mufflers,
so that everyone would know they are leaving.

And those kind of jackholes who speed up for no reason at all,
other than to hope that there would be some ladies around
that they might be able to impress.
Even at the parking lot at Wal-Mart.
Who are you trying to impress at Walmart?
That old lady with no teeth?

And you know what’s worse,
last I counted, there are 4 houses around me,
that are doing these loud, annoying things,
every single day.

Now I am a guy with a lot of patience,
but hearing these over and over,
even at the unholy hours at night,
is just too much.

And what ticks me off the most?
They seem to know when Tyler is taking a nap.
If there are any parents out there,
you know how valuable “nap time” is, right?
You plan your day around “nap time”.
And if “nap time” did not happen,
your day is screwed!!!!

So anyway,
I was talking to my brother the other day,
and I told him about these annoying neighbors I have.

He said,
“Why don’t you go out there and talk to them?
Give them a piece of your mind.”

I answered,
“Are you crazy??!!”
In Canada, I could have done that!
But I live in the States now.
People here have guns!

Shootings are a part of daily life.
Life has no value here!
If I got shot and hospitalized,
“They will remove my feeding tube!”

AAARRRGGH!!!
I wish they all burn in hell!

Okay enough of that crap,
Here are some cool links.

I know I have posted this before —-> annoyingneighbors.com
A famous comedy skit in Canada —-> Talking to Americans
A very addicting game —-> Squares
13 things that doesn’t make sense —-> newscientist.com
Probably the best CGI movie I have seen online —-> blur.com
Make your own suspect sketch —-> flashmaster
Everything I’ve learned from Iron Maiden —-> spazoutny.com

That’s it for now,
I’ll add some more next post.

Good Friday

As Tracy asks me what “Good Friday” really is,
or what we basically do on this day.

I said,
“Well, with respect to the day when Jesus died for our sins,
we try to remember our sins and ask for forgiveness.”

“Really?” she says.
“What else?” she added.

I said,
“What do you mean what else?
That would pretty much take the whole day.
And sometimes the whole Saturday too, just in case.”

Oh and just because it’s a holiday,
we make sure no one will go out partying.
Nor be happy.
And no laughter either.

Or else you will burn in hell!
And share a room with Hitler.

He’s one of us now

Okay, okay.
Even though Tyler was born in Canada,
and his Mother is American,
and his Father is from the Philippines.
But from this day forth,
he has true, full fledged Filipino peculiarity
running through his veins.

Why, you ask?
Because he has eaten a real, unusual Filipino foodstuff delicacy.

And What, you ask?
Well my friends, this odd cuisine thing is called,

BALUT.

Now I wouldn’t want to describe what this is,
or how we eat it.
Plus, I think the description of the duck fetus inside would gross out most people.

But don’t worry, don’t worry,
I never eat the freakin’ embryo, nor did I let Tyler eat it.
Only the soupy juice and the yellow yolk thingy.
And Tyler seemed to like it.

It’s true!
I have proof,
but I won’t show it,
because I might get a call from the “Child Abuse” agencies.

Oh, and if you are still curious….

Here —-> asiacuisine.com

Oh and by the way, I added that little “comment” thing
at the bottom of the adlib post.
Just a little extra I am experimenting on,
courtesy of —> HaloScan.com
so let me know if it works.

Also, I changed the layout on the Photos section.

It’s up now,
and I should be adding some new ones soon.

(Okay, I lied! I will be adding new ones “someday”. I hope.)

I have a solution!

I think I have a solution to this NHL lockout hullabaloo.
And it will only be remedied by 5 simple words.
And here it is….

A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWN

Just like the movie!
Ha? What do you think?

That would solve the dilemma of these
greedy bastards with an insatiable appetite for more money.

I know it’s not the players’ fault the game was suspended,
or the season cancelled.
It’s all these politics that plagued the sports industry,
just like how appearances and lip-synching has plagued the music world.

But to have women play hockey?
That would be perfect!!

Just like that movie where the ladies played Baseball huh?
And what if they are all hot!
That would be awesome!!!

But, you know it will never be accepted by the management.
Plus, with all the complaints and protests they would get
from some extreme feminists and/or the whole state of Utah.

It will never happen.

Because who would want to see women with sticks,
skating at tremendous speeds,
handling a puck,
body checking each other,
just to score past the goalie.

No one!

Well, except for me,
because I like hockey.

And I am a sick bastard.

Happy Birthday to me!!!!!!!!

One weird thing about having your birthday fall on Valentines,
is that, even though it’s your birthday,
you still have to give somebody something.

Can you actually call this day your own,
if you still have to put a lot of thought to make someone else happy?
Not to mention all the planning, stress, effort
and the pressure of getting the right gift?

Since it’s your birthday,
and you know you will receive a gift, or something,
wouldn’t it just even out,
since you too have to give someone a gift?

This has been my predicament,
with all my past relationships.
Never has been this day, completely mine.

So, let me tell you something about my wife.
She realized this dilemma I am in,
very early on in our relationship.

She made me promise to her,
that come Valentines Day,
we will treat this as my day.
My Birthday.

I will not do anything,
I will not worry about anything,
I just have to spend this day as my own.
My day.

And she will treat me as such.

I did promise her,
that I will not get her anything,
and just enjoy my birthday.

But I always cheat.

I always end up giving her something,
or any simple surprises that I could think of,
come Valentines Day.

But as of late,
since I don’t work,
and with only one car,
it’s quite hard for me to surprise her with anything.

And she will know if I purchased anything for her anyways,
for she manages our finances.
And she knows where I am, or where I was
at any given time of day.

Last year, I spent my birthday in Canada without her,
to finish some paperwork,
so that doesn’t count.

So today,
I fulfilled my promise.
I treated this day as mine.

And she did what she always does.
My Queen made her man realize,
that even though she is the breadwinner,
she made sure that I am still the King of her castle.
Like always.

And you know what?
It actually felt very good.

But at the end of the day,
I realized something.

As we watched whatever was on TV,
snuggling on the couch,
listening to Tyler’s snores,
I realized,
that even though it’s my birthday,
she does not deserve to have no Valentines.

She is my wife,
but today, she was also my date.
She also deserves to have something.

But what am I going to do?
The day is ending,
And even though I am also the king of “last minute -11th hour- cramming things“,
I couldn’t possibly come up with something this late.

So, what’s a guy to do?

Well, I guess at the last minute,
you just have to give the one you love,
with what you already have.

You look straight into their eyes,
And say,

“Honey, thank you for making my day very special.
I really enjoyed every moment with you.
I love you very much.”

And you know what?
It works!

I guess, technically, I still gave her something.
One lovely smile.
Which I know made her day too.

And she deserved it.
She was after all,
still,
My Valentine.

My God!
I am the “Cheesiest Man” on this planet!
Hah! No matter!
At least the sex was AWESOME!!!

Another T.N.T.

(Tyler’s New Thingies)

Shazee, shazee, shazee, shazee.

Okay, this might not be a new one,
I just remembered it a couple of days ago.

One good thing about spending time with your growing kids,
is that whenever they are learning to talk,
you get to understand the words right away,
even though the word is in its garbled, rawest form.

Like when Tyler and I are playing,
and he would try to leave and get more of his toys.
He would stand up, and look at me,
stretch his arm out, and say “RayBak” (I’ll be “Right Back”)
Then he goes and comes back.

When he said this the first time,
I noticed it right away.

When he wants to go outside,
he grabs his shoes,
hands them to me, and says “Shoosh.”

When there’s a plane that fly’s by,
he looks up, points to the sky and shouts, “Ehhpayn.”

When he remembers Nemo,
he would march around the house,
chanting “Meemo, meemo, meemo…..

Sometimes I would make him remember Dory,
we chant, “Dowee, dowee, dowee…..

Or sometimes Woody, “Wooee, wooee, wooee…..

These words are easily recognizable,
and as I stay with him,
I get to decipher them almost right away.

But one time he was chanting,
marching around the room,
and I couldn’t figure it out.

He goes, “Shazee, shazee, shazee…..

I don’t get it.

So I just thought it’s just something that he learned how to say,
and he’s just saying it, just because.

Then one day,
we just got done having lunch,
and I switched the channel on TV,
and an episode of “The Jerry Springer Show” caught my attention.
And as they go to commercial,
The audience chanted “Jerry, jerry, jerry…..

Here comes Tyler, marching around the room.
Shazee, shazee, shazee…..

*Note to self,
Never watch “The Sopranos” when Tyler is around.

Anyways,
Here are some more cool links,

This one is just called, “turn left” —-> Left
A Donkey-Kong Spin-off —-> Banana-Barrage
Come clean and start anew —-> comeclean.com
The face of tomorrow —-> Human Face Globally
I know it’s late but who cares? —-> x-mas bash
Is it so wrong to wish them dead? —-> annoyingneighbors.com

HAPPY SUPERBOWL!!

The three official holidays here in the states,

Fourth of July,
Thanksgiving,
And Superbowl.

This year,
Superbowl is held here in Florida.
The land of Tropicana Juice
and Cell-phone using maniac drivers.

There has been so many celebrity sightings here in the River City,
it’s really quite amusing.

Famous actors,
Well known performers,
And Great athletes.

It’s also quite entertaining to see all the fans,
flock down to the Arena,
Hoping to catch a glimpse of these
famous personalities.

The fans adore these people like Gods.
They worship the very ground they walk on.

As for me,
Since I am not a big Football fan. (Go Eagles!)
The only thing that made me quite thrilled about this event,
The only excitement I have,
is knowing that I am in the same place with 2 people.

To me,
these 2 people are GODS.

One is,
Sir Paul McCartney,
performing at half time.
Which was confirmed that he will not show his man boobies,
nor have any wardrobe-malfunction.
(Although there is a rumour that he will french kiss Terrel Owens.)

And Second,
Hugh Heffner.

Need I say more?

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On a side note:

This site might be quite intermittent during the next few days,
for I am in the process of changing DNS hosts.
(The thing that tells your PC to connect to this site)

Also, the photos are down for the meantime,
for I am also in the process of adding some,
(or deleting some, for that matter)

Also,
does anybody have any experience selling stuff on eBay?
The plans on keeping Tracy’s car is quite unfeasible at this point.
Any advice would be appreciated.

Another also,
We have started this “Potty Training” crap.
Any advice will also be “very” appreciated.
(Because Daddy almost quit the first day.)

And also,
thanks to an old friend, Nikki,
for sending me a GMail invite.
I know I don’t need it, but I want it just the same.

And lastly,
a very big “Thank You” to our Mothers,
for always getting us out of any sticky situations.
I am working on a song tribute for you.
It kinda depends on how good I handle this “Potty training” crap.
But I promise to do it just the same.

Happy SUPERBOWL to everyone!

How I wish I could greet you a “Happy Stanley Cup!” as well.
Stupid Hockey Politics.
I hope you’re all happy you greedy bastards!!