Who am I
Jace
Nov. 2, 1982
I am a normal person. At least that is what I know about myself.
Interests:
Basketball:
Bowling: Billiards: Badminton: Soccer: Wall Climbing: Swimming: Cycling:
Martial Arts: Dancing: Sleeping: Hanging out with Friends: Drinking Beer with
Friends: Playing video games: Playing video games with Friends: Malling: Bar
Hopping: KTV : Surfing the Internet: Playing Around: Kidding Around: Deep
Thinking: Daydreaming:
PS
Friends: Amie
Bloggy
Friends Baknoy Other
Friends Aris
Anne Marii
Carmina
China
Claire
Gretch
Gwen
Kikokix
Vanny
Blaise
Chichi
Franz
Gail
Henz
Ian
Ives
Iya
Leigh
Meann
Plue
Storm
Trish
Yshie
Zhang
Denz
Mad
Nassy
Pat
Poch
Weej
Xndi
Messages
My past...
July 2005
August 2005
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November 2005
December 2005
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January 2012
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- jeff bethke
One of my favorite Songs...
Hey girl I got somethin' real important to give you
So just sit down and listen
Girl you know we've been together such a long long time
(such a long time)
And now I'm ready to lay it on the line
(Wooow) You know it's Christmas and my heart is open
wide
Gonna give you something so you know what's on my mind
A gift real special, so take off the top
Take a look inside -- it's my dick in a box
Not gonna get you a diamond ring
That sort of gift don't mean anything
Not gonna get you a fancy car
Girl ya gotta know you're my shining star
Not gonna get you a house in the hills
A girl like you needs somethin' real
Wanna get you somethin' from the heart
Somethin' special girl
It's my dick in a box, my dick in a box babe
It's my dick in a box, my dick in a box girl
See I'm wise enough to know when a gift needs givin'
(yeah)
And I got just the one, somethin' to show ya that you
are second to none
To all the fellas out there with ladies to impress
It's easy to do just follow these steps
1: Cut a hole in a box
2: Put your junk in that box
3: Make her open the box
And that's the way you do it
It's my dick in a box... my dick in a box babe
It's my dick in a box, my dick in a box girl
Christmas; dick in a box
Hanukkah; dick in a box
Kwanzaa; a dick in a box
Every single holiday a dick in a box
Over at your parent's house a dick in a box
Mid day at the grocery store a dick in a box
Backstage at the CMA's a dick in a box (yeah-wow-wow-
wow-wow-wow)
a dick in a box...
Wahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Tired or Deranged?
Stammering. Missing vowels and even words... I can only think of two reasons as to why this is hapening. I'm either doing things too quickly, never reviewing the things that I do, or my mind is tired as of the moment. I'm tending to think that it's the former because even though I've had only 3 hours of sleep, I was still able to drive to the office and work for the first half of the day. I know I still have a lot of juice in my mind it's just that I can't seem to relay them in a formal manner.
Office emails should be alsmost perfect. It should have good grammar and I should really send the message across that I am a professional. I've send almost a dozen emails today and they all have lapses.
What the hell's happening to me? Am I pressured or some shit like that? I don't think so. Well, come to think of it, I've done a lot of things today but why is it that I'm always making mistakes in writing?
I should learn to settle down and relax. I should be able to review my work more diligently before sending it out. If it means using the spell check more often, then by all means. I should be better than this.
Better than all of this.
500
“500 fights, that’s the number I figured when I was a kid. 500 street fights and you could consider yourself a legitimate tough guy. You need them for experience. To develop leather skin. So I got started. Of course, along the way you stop thinking about being tough and all that. It stops being the point. You get past the silliness of it all. But then, after, you realize that’s what you are.”
I tell you... You learn a lot of things one the way to 500. None more important than this...
May ibubuga pa ba ang buhay sa pinas? Parang mahirap na dito sobra. Isang kahig isang tuka sa araw-araw na ginawa ng Diyos. Nakakatamad kumayod...
Bakit meron naman mga tao na ubod ng yaman dito?
May ginagawa kaya akong mali?
Pano kaya tayo pwede umahon sa ganitong klaseng mundo...