wanna mess up the ceiling?

I need 10 minutes of your Internet life to view the 2 videos.

The geyser was actually applauded on national tv.

Now who will bust the myth on the Stork candy urban legend?

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kids should know that...

When Mentos are dropped into soda, the gellan gum and gum arabic of the candy dissolves and breaks the surface tension. This disturbs the water connection, so that it takes less work to expand and form new bubbles. Each Mentos candy has thousands of tiny pores all over its surface. These tiny pores function as nucleation sites, perfect places for carbon dioxide bubbles to form. As soon as the Mentos enter the soda, bubbles form all over their surface. They quickly sink to the bottom, causing carbon dioxide to be released by the carbonated liquid with which they come into contact along the way. The sudden increase in pressure pushes all of the liquid up and out of the bottle. (wikipedia)

this is my chill out

Memory #1.

One of the early first times I saw my dad pick up the guitar, he sang a brief Blue Moon. So naive, I wondered how he could sing a song I've never heard before. And what doubled the wonder was that he was having fun.

Memory #2.

One summer a former neighbor, Arjay, would play the opening theme song of Voltes V at 10 o' clock in the morning. He would loop it, sing along and get mad with the volume. It made me wonder why. Just why.

Memory #3.

Annapolis band sessions.

...I'm tryin' not to slip, trying' to get a grip

But each time we kiss, you're the perfect stranger

So me say, don't never you go too far away from me girl...

:never you done that, general public:

I've had quite a few people stare at me in amusement whenever an old song played and I'd blurt out the lyrics all of a sudden. From beginning to end. With all the yeahs, wohs, pauses, narration and falcetto.

...Skip the air strip to the sunset

Ride the arrow to the target-one

Take it hip to hip, rock it through the wilderness...

:roam, b-52s:

If it was British, I'd sing it like a Filipino in London.

...And it won't matter now, whatever happens to me

Though the air speaks of all we'll never be

It won't trouble me...

:all i want, toad the wet sprocket:

I sang it the way my dad sang his Blue Moon.

...I believe in love, I believe in you, things you do

I’m falling in love again with you

A broken heart can mend if given time..

:love is forever, billy ocean:

Or Arjay threw his 10 am fix one summer.

...You know I'd do most anything you want

Hey I, I try to give you everything you need

I'll see that it gets to you...

:for your babies, simply red:

Or the boys and I met behind Nepa Q for band sessions.

...Close to me you're taking out the boy in me

Your chemistry frightens all the life from me

Your honesty sometimes ain't so good...

:cold cold heart, wet wet wet:

The songs, although familiar, didn't enjoy much commercial airplay.

...He made a movie, he played the driver of a big yellow car

He is super fab and groovy, he struts and he crows

You never know where you are with him..

:wide boy, nik kershaw:

Lumalabas ang edad.

...

...

E ano.

In the meantime, watch this mtv I recently made starring Bogart.

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kids should know that...

The notions of leisure and leisure time are thought to have emerged in Victorian Britain in the late nineteenth century, late in the Industrial Revolution. Early factories required workers to perform long shifts, often up to eighteen hours per day, with only Sundays off work. By the 1870s though, more efficient machinery and the emergence of trade unions resulted in decreases in working hours per day, and allowed industrialists to give their workers Saturdays as well as Sundays off work. (wikipedia)

i decided to wear rollerblades to work today...not

What do people at work who have access (READ: the power!) do when the conference room is unoccupied?

Now, coitus, although it may sound wrong as an answer, is the last (but not the least) thing in this situation.

Jayvi who arrived from Sacramento, CA recently had this perfect idea yesterday.

We had an hour and some there's-nothing-to-do friggin' minutes. First, we invaded the conference room. Second, he turned the projector on, went online and downloaded a series. Finally, I invited in about 10 of my subordinates who were also doing nothing.

On the screen, we watched Dane Cook's Vicious Cycle comedy act, the show produced last year by HBO. It was ass-kickin' hilarious and insane.

The whole thing was downloaded from IMEEM. The show was chopped into 12 parts. After watching part 6, we all went on a break-on-a-break, exited the lobby to smoke and then went back to finish the remaining parts.

Like what I said, there was totally nothing to do. But since we couldn't just leave and go home, and we didn't want to be seen by our subordinates twirling the pen in our fingers while solving sudoko, we hid in the conference room.

It was an attempt to make an impression that we were busy.

But the others soon found out the truth. Our laughters gave us away. Well, who wouldn't? And you know how men laugh, right? The walls could hardly contain the sound.

From time to time, those who were excluded from watching the Dane Cook show stood outside the door of the conference room, probably tried to figure out what the hell we were doing inside. The door is a fusion of wood and glass, making it easy for us to see people behind it.

Understood.

If you were left outside and you know people are inside the conference room, and you could hear people laughing once or thrice, you'd think it's nothing. It's pretty normal that some person would break the ice or tension by saying a blooper or rehashing a joke.

But when people inside that room are bursting with sounds of laughter every so often, you would become very curious. While sneaking up outside the door, you're wondering, "What is the meeting all about? What is so funny?"

If you've watched the Vicious Cycle, you know what the laughter's all about.

One scene that was cut from that show can be downloaded in YouTube. It's a scene wherein a gurl interrupted the show, went onstage because it was her birthday. Wrong move. You know how it is when it's your birthday and you go to a comedy club, right?

If you're lost and don't know what the heck is this about, then watch a snippet installed below.

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kids should know that...

Dane Cook's first HBO special, Vicious Circle, was aired on September 4, 2006. The double DVD was released on November 28, 2006. It is a 90-minute presentation which was filmed at TD Banknorth Garden in his hometown of Boston, Massachusetts on a circular stage surrounded by the audience. The stage had on it the impression of his Super Finger hand gesture. Cook brought the same set to Madison Square Garden for back-to-back sold out shows on November 12, 2006. (wikipedia)

moving

Can I be a brat and sulk and pretend to be mad 'cause you haven't called me for two weeks now?

Oh geez.

I'm just asking permission. You can say no.

Ahm. Is it like if you don't, you're gonna be like this pressure cooker?

Nah. I don't think so. I just want a wee bit of your attention. It's been a horrible week.

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Have I been that quiet?

Contemplate this.

I've been reporting to our Cubao office for a week now.

One good point is that the transition has been okay, so far. The thing that sucks right now, though, is the travel time. I use C-5 to and fro. That gives me normal driving time (one-way) of 1.5 hours sans rush hour traffic. Driving back to Sucat is only 1 hour.

Makes you think where the extra 30 minutes went considering it's the same road. The factor must be car volume + the time I go home.

Believe me, the road trip is so tiring that I end up grouchy at times.

Wala naman akong sinisigawan sa bahay pero nakakunot na noo ko. When anyone starts to talk to me, I just grunt or nod. I don't think I even remember what the convo is all about. Di na nga obvious that I'm glad to be home.

So yesterday, I finally folded and told Mang Leo to take charge of the wheel.

We've already organized a plan. Since I won't need him to wait for me at work, he will drop me off and come back to pick me up at the end of my day.

Although, I tell him to be in the parking area by 6, he won't expect me to come out until... well, let's say that I'm confident to go. I don't pack up and leave work right away at the blow of the whistle. I have to check out IM messages, sms, emails, the stuff on my table and sometimes the people who lounge after work before leaving. That way I avoid taking home my work.

Now I can't wait to have my weekend. I hope I've conserved some weekend energy to enjoy it.

The next priority in my list is to find a place in QC.

So if time will be my friend, I wish it'll let me scout around and check out prospects soonest. I don't want to be a grouch five days a week.

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Hoot is home. And then again he is not.

He arrived from WI last Sunday. But yesterday he took a flight to Bacolod to participate in a conference.

One of the first things he did was to sit down on the dining table, take out his laptop and show pics of his new house. He also bragged the two new cars in his garage - the BMW AUV and a Mini Cooper.

I should quickly make a sked to enjoy dinner with him as soon as he gets back from Bacolod.

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kids should know that...

The Pareto principle (also known as the 80-20 rule, the law of the vital few and the principle of factor sparsity) states that, for many events, 80% of the effects comes from 20% of the causes. Business management thinker Joseph M. Juran suggested the principle and named it after Italian economist Vilfredo Pareto, who observed that 80% of income in Italy went to 20% of the population. It is a common rule of thumb in business; e.g., "80% of your sales comes from 20% of your clients." (wikipedia)

snapper

I've forgotten why I took my parents to the mall the other day for a quick snack. While constructing this sentence, I'm still at a lost as to what was the itinerary that day.

I remember though that it was my car that we took with Mang Leo on the wheel.

At this very moment, it's not important at all to remember. I have only one feeling: excitement.

I'm also uploading a program while blogging.

And now, a window blinks with this message:

If images have previously been saved with PhotoLoader, performing a data migration here allows you to combine them with these for storage and use.

Click "select migration folder," and select the storage folder (folder with the name Image Library).

Date migration can also be done later from the Start Menu.

Huh?!

English please. (Nevertheless, thank God it's not info written in English by a Taiwanese manufacturer. If you don't know what I mean, then skip the pondering.)

Maybe if I read the message ten times, I'd know what it means. This excitement is making me impatient.

Ah! I'd better decide now and click the select migration folder.

*click*

There's a new pop-up window. Shoot!

I click to cancel. The pop-up closes and then I choose the option Migrate Later.

Are you sure to cancel migration? Yes? No?

Pucha! Nakikialam pa. I frown.

So I click No, am led back to the first window to select a folder.

Of course, I don't know what's going on. Basta click lang ng click until finally, it's time to register online.

Hmm. Register.

Now, I'm tempted to name it.

The "it" is slim, pretty at 10.1 mp and promising with its 3 optical zoom. I'm not a cam enthus but a mangmang like me is unabashedly excited to test this new Exilim Zoom.

I bought it on impulse. My plan was really to buy a new Nokia for my dad as a wala lang surprise present. But when I was in the gadget store, I ended up purchasing "it" as well. What really captured my attention is the maximum 7 shots/second high-speed continuous shooting. Sarap paglaruan!

Plus, when it's sold at 0.0% interest rate, swipe na.

Di naman ako masyadong excited, 'no?

About two weeks ago, I was given a German-made dvd player courtesy of a client. You didn't know that because I never mentioned it until now.

This only shows that I...

Ay wait. Tapos na uploading.

Time to test drive this snapper.

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kids should know that...

Casio was established in April 1946 by Tadao Kashio, an engineer specializing in fabrication technology. Kashio's first major product was the yubiwa pipe, a finger ring that would hold a cigarette, allowing the wearer to smoke the cigarette down to its nub while also leaving the wearer's hands free. Japan was impoverished immediately following World War II so cigarettes were valuable, and the invention was a success. After seeing the electric calculators at the first Business Show in Ginza, Tokyo in 1949, Kashio and his younger brothers used their profits from the yubiwa pipe to develop their own calculators. (wikipedia)