a day at the (skate)park

my new baby!

i bought a new ukelele. the lady in the shop was quite amused that i could play the ukelele. is it really that amusing?
and then there was this catchy song by jason mraz. and next thing you knew it, i was recording it and boom!
it's on me blog. :P

dont' treat me like i have a diesease

i have no idea what it is. but i do know it's something to do with being a scout. seriously guys, stop insulting my intelligence, the only reason why i don't want to explain things to you is 'because i don't think you deserve to know. and i'm not about to blow my cover. haha. indeed, knowledge is power.

i don't have to prove anything.
you say we're f#%ked up? well, if you wanna play that way..

then your family's f#%ked up, 'cos you can't get your security clearance.

fix this!

my g4 is really pissing me off. it goes to sleep by itself. it's a miracle if i manage to get this out.

i brought my psp home. but i left the charger behind.

i gotta find some way to regain my fitness, due to a massive head cold, in time for next week's ippt which i have to get gold, 'cos if you don't you get treated like a second-class citizen. why? it just is that way.

bike? oh yeah.. it's doing great. so is the riding. didn't you see the picture on the left?

oh yes.. and i my ukelele is coming apart.
but not before i composed this:

please change your password

i tried the dumbest thing today. i hacked an email account. i think in my long list of 'dumbest things ever' this would rank in somewhere in the top five.

i hope you have all you dreamed of.
cos i don't. not all of it anyway.

when i grow up, i wanna be...

a private security contractor in iraq! yeah. hell yeah. i know, you think i'm crazy, but i think it's exactly my cup of tea. to date, i've found 2 such security contractors, but one hires only US citizens, whilst the other is kinda vague about the application requirements. but it looks like i need active military or SF(as in special forces) experience... which i don't have. dammit!

maybe i need to sign on.
hmmm.

let me tell you about a guy i know.

he's one mean, uncompromising bastard when it comes to work. but goes easy when it concerns himself. full of arrogance, when in an advantageous position. demands things that he himself finds hard to live up to. tries to please everyone although he preaches to others that you can't please everybody. for no apparent reason, goes off, at random, on trips to "ride", "dirt jump", and drink. and strangely enough, enjoys it, despite the falls, cuts, bruises, hangovers, and bust-ups. struggles to wake up every morning because his eyes are usually red and puffy, and nose is sniffly. Plus, despite looking like shit, gives shit to people because they are "not running in step" or ask why people are "too tired, cannot run in cadence is it?!!" pretends not to care when he does. wages war on his body, just 'cause he can. tries all sorts of crazy shit just 'cos it seems fun. occasionally fills up his waterbag with stella, tiger, or whatever 7-eleven has on offer. and despite being, obviously, messed up, acts like he's damn proud of it. oh yes, and even when backed up in a corner, threatened, and of course, when in the wrong, will not admit it, no matter what.

your love it keeps me warm, helps me through the storm.
keeps me safe from harm.