Every one of us, consciously or unconsciously, affects the
objects and people around us, including ourselves, on a continual basis. Think
about the expression 'laughter is contagious.' Well, sure it is! How do you feel when you
are around happy, laughing people? Usually, you cant help but feel good
yourself right?. All emotions are energy and energy passes from one body to another;
from one object to another; matter to matter. Laughter is contagious!
You clear your house of negative energies and replace them
with positive ones. Laugh once in a while. Promise. It'll help. :)
For my younger bro.. all the love!
Christmas with fambam. tho I don't get it why people call it "Xmas" I find it funny when I ask uberly religious people why it is referred to the former. my theology teacher in college (when I was still in the RP) gave me a retarded look with no benefit of a doubt when I asked her about it. So if anyone knows, what's up with the "x" anyway?
spent new year's eve with ... at Paris, France and watched CIRQUE DU SOLEIL!!!!! (will be posting pics soon)
ate my 4Th hamburger.
got the new neuma tattoo machine for work.
blogging has always been in default dope.. ehhh always was, always will.
I WISH YOU GUYS A PROSPEROUS 2009!!! I'm finally gonna be a sophomore..! ha!
So going on with the real post.. What do you do when a schoolmate who is asking for a ride on a regular basis smells like a decomposing body in an slaughterhouse?
I don't know what to do.
I know, I'm too stupid to tell her she reeks so I deserve her. But I can't just tell her that. Having an innocent conversation about a great new deodorant will not do the trick, as it is a multi-orifice issue. God, I would like to tell her that even though ladies in the Philippines are 100,000 x conservative peeps...at least they bathe as often as they could. Should I just go on and on about the various hygiene products on the market every time I pick her up, and hope that she'll take the hint?
I hate to admit it but yesterday as I was leaving school after clinicals I saw that she was calling me and I simply didn't answer the phone. I felt guilty about that all night, so when she called this morning I picked her up and now I'm sorry as fuck I did. I swear to Zeus and all the gods and planets of Greek mythology that it was longest ride in my life and I could hardly breathe the whole time. It was too chilly to open a window so I was driving with my face pointed 15 degrees to the left and taking shallow breaths. It was actually giving me a headache. When we got to Uni, in order to breathe ASAP, I avoided getting into the elevator with her and told her to go on ahead as I had to check something in my car. I hung around the car for 5 minutes to make sure that she wouldn't be still waiting for the elevator when I got there. Even though the parking space I found was near the garbage containers, breathing felt much more nicer.
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Tuesday, January 6, 2009
hitching the man stink.
updates:
been having a rad time in LA LA land.
Christmas with fambam. tho I don't get it why people call it "Xmas" I find it funny when I ask uberly religious people why it is referred to the former. my theology teacher in college (when I was still in the RP) gave me a retarded look with no benefit of a doubt when I asked her about it. So if anyone knows, what's up with the "x" anyway?
spent new year's eve with ... at Paris, France and watched CIRQUE DU SOLEIL!!!!! (will be posting pics soon)
ate my 4Th hamburger.
got the new neuma tattoo machine for work.
blogging has always been in default dope.. ehhh always was, always will.
I WISH YOU GUYS A PROSPEROUS 2009!!! I'm finally gonna be a sophomore..! ha!
So going on with the real post.. What do you do when a schoolmate who is asking for a ride on a regular basis smells like a decomposing body in an slaughterhouse?
I don't know what to do.
I know, I'm too stupid to tell her she reeks so I deserve her. But I can't just tell her that. Having an innocent conversation about a great new deodorant will not do the trick, as it is a multi-orifice issue. God, I would like to tell her that even though ladies in the Philippines are 100,000 x conservative peeps...at least they bathe as often as they could. Should I just go on and on about the various hygiene products on the market every time I pick her up, and hope that she'll take the hint?
I hate to admit it but yesterday as I was leaving school after clinicals I saw that she was calling me and I simply didn't answer the phone. I felt guilty about that all night, so when she called this morning I picked her up and now I'm sorry as fuck I did. I swear to Zeus and all the gods and planets of Greek mythology that it was longest ride in my life and I could hardly breathe the whole time. It was too chilly to open a window so I was driving with my face pointed 15 degrees to the left and taking shallow breaths. It was actually giving me a headache. When we got to Uni, in order to breathe ASAP, I avoided getting into the elevator with her and told her to go on ahead as I had to check something in my car. I hung around the car for 5 minutes to make sure that she wouldn't be still waiting for the elevator when I got there. Even though the parking space I found was near the garbage containers, breathing felt much more nicer.
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"Not by wrath does one kill, but by laughter"
-Friedrich Nietzche
it has been crazy five years full of cracky, non-sense and whimsical humor blogging.
what started out as a "for-profit" racket of a graduating elementary student (which he really
didn't need) turned out to be one of his hidden passions -- writing. truly, writing is the world's
most favorite metaphor, and sharing it, broadens the adventure to begin with. rudyard kipling once
qouted, "words are the most powerful drug used by mankind" if that was so, i am due for rehabiliatation
just to get over with the addiction. the pen is the tongue of the mind so let your mind speak, and write it
down; for words are so many things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces
that which makes thousands, perhaps millions.
theverybestofjessiemaria[dot]com, jesma's current and 4th blog, and possibly his last will be a hopefully
collection of his best hits since he started blogging in 2003. a frustrated novelist, he is currently studying
in Portsmouth, UK, struggling through his first year at University as a Eng'g Physics Nursing major. He
hopes to find some success in writing so as to soften the blow when telling his parents how much he is flunking
the course they would be funding for the next five years.
As a seasoned interweb dork, Jesma's diet consists mostly of a steady supply of energy drinks and
Cool Ranch Doritos. Because of this, Jesma must supplement his diet with a steady source of positive
feedback in order to survive. You can contribute to Jesma's continued existence by either leaving a
comment or by sending him an email at rossiyskaya_federatsiya@yahoo.com
an essay to the ateneo de manila's admissions personal essay requirement. the question was:
Are there any siginificant accomplishments you have realized, that helped defined you as a person?
-- I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train
stations on my free time, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic
slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently.
Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row. I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone
playing. I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook 30-minute brownies in
20 minutes.
I am an expert in snakes n' ladders, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru. Using only a hoe and a large glass
of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon basin from a horde of ferocious
army ants. I play bluegrass cello. I was scouted by the Mets. I am the subject of numerous documentaries.
When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays,
after school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.
I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend
passes. Last summer I toured around the whole world traveling with centrifugal force demonstration. My
deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles.
I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise lost, Moby Dick,
and The Odeyssey in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the
exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations for the CIA.
I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated
with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me.
I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate
in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life, but forgot to write it down. I have made
extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven.
I breed prize-winning dandelions. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka,
and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played with Cirque du Soleil, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken
with Elvis.
