It’s my Mother’s Birthday today.
Oh man! I have no gift.
I am in trrooouubbllleeeee!!!
How about I tell her,
I’ll be a good son this time?
Nnaahhh, tried that already…didn’t work.
Oh well.
I guess I won’t be the favorite son this time…(again).
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOTHER!!
I better call my Dad. Hehehhee.
My best wishes to everyone this new year.
I hope you all had a nice New Year’s eve.
Me?
Holy glutton in a shirt!
I ate so much meat, I think I am going to change my name to “Mad Cow.”
Which made me think about everybody’s number one New Year’s resolution….
Lose Weight – Eat less!
Okay. I must admit. It did cross my mind.
Though, “Live and Enjoy life” still tops my list.
…. and try not to be pessimistic (It does not work!).
-Less hate…more understanding.
-Try to live actively.
-Try to play guitar like no one is watching.
-To sing like no one is listening.
-And be more grateful for what I have ..(and for what I will get..)
Also..
I would like to thank my friends who have invited me to spend time with them New Year’s eve.
Though I could only be wasted and be embarrassed in one place,
I still thank you for the invitation.
That means I have started the Year blessed with friends who care.
Manigong Bagong Taon sa inyong lahat!
I just got this email and I thought I would share this with everyone.
Please read it with an open mind.
“Twas the Night Before Ramadan” by Mullah Mohammed Omar
‘Twas the night before Ramadan, and all through the cave,
Not a creature was stirring; it felt like a grave.
The turbans were hung by the firepit with care,
In hopes that the Air Force would not soon be there.
The soldiers were restless without any beds,
While visions of air strikes flashed in their heads.
Osama in his burkha and I in my goatskin cap,
Had just settled down for a cold, barren winter’s nap.
When out on the ledge there arose such a clatter,
I grabbed my Kalashnikov to see what was the matter.
Away from the racket I ran like a girl,
Tripped over a goat; into a ball I did curl.
The moon shone down on the new-fallen snow,
And lit up the valley with an ominous glow,
When, what to my one good eye should appear,
But a dozen Apaches, and tanks in the rear.
And their leader, so fearless, his troops he did push,
I knew in an instant it must be George Bush.
More rapid than eagles his forces they came,
And they whistled, and shouted, and called out our names;
“Now Omar! Osama! Muhammad! Abdul!
We come for you now; we’ve taken Kabul!
To the top of the cliffs! To the back of their caves!
When you chose this war, you dug your own graves!”
As the dry leaves that before the assault choppers fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, light up the sky.
So up to the ledge his forces they flew,
With full magazines, and flamethrowers too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard with a thud,
The explosions of Tomahawks; not one was a dud.
As I chambered my rifle, and was turning around,
Osama was there, disguised in a gown.
He was dressed all in drag, from his head to his toes,
And he said he would flee while I held off his foes;
A bundle of money he had stuffed in his pack,
He said “I’m going to Baghdad and I’m not looking back!”
His eyes were all glassy; he trembled with fear;
The American bombs, they rang in his ears.
He saddled his goat, then turned tail and fled,
But a Marine Corps sniper got him in the head.
I watched with cold fear as his body did slump;
The goat threw him off; he fell with a thump.
And so, there I stood, my plans all destroyed,
About to suffer a fate I could not avoid;
I dropped to my knees; asked Allah for help,
His voice boomed in my ears, “You ignorant whelp!
I gave you the Bible, the Torah and Koran,
But you were too arrogant to even understand.
I told you to honor your neighbors and respect your wives;
Not to enslave them, or degrade their lives!
You invoke My name to sanction your deeds,
But you are the last thing that this world ever needs.
And so, I’ll send you and Bin Laden to Hell.
The last words I heard, as the bombs surely fell,
Were from George Bush himself as he mounted the wall,
“One nation, under God, with liberty and justice for all!”
Merry Christmas Everybody!!
Hope your holidays are filled with (beer) cheer!
..and remember…
it is not about the guy in the red suit….nor the gifts.
Maligayang Pasko sa inyong lahat!
Three more days before our Christmas Holidays!!
Oh My God! this is going to be the longest three days ever.
I woke up at 7:30 am today,
Alarm clock blasting like the bombs at Kandahar.
I open my eyes around 7:45, thinking “Is it Friday yet?”
Just totally unable to move, wondering what would happen if I would call in sick.
Nnaahhh!! too obvious.
I couldn’t think of any excuse.
Lord help me.
This will be a very long day.
Anyways,
I read this article in the news today, (okay I didn’t read it..but I read the title)
that some people complain about the celebration of Christmas.
This reporter said that
“Not everybody celebrates this holiday… and some find it offensive.
So it shouldn’t be celebrated as grand.”
or something like that.
Well, Here’s what I say to that.
FFFFAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKYYYYOOOOUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!
I mean, I don’t celebrate Hannukkah,
but you don’t see me complaining that I don’t get gifts do you?
You don’t see me joining you on your Gay Pride Parade,
but you don’t see me bitchin’ about how you cause traffic out on the road.
What is up your freakin butt?
Geezz..some people huh?
You know, no matter how much you care and understand about others,
some people are just plain assholes.
Oh please …let the weekend come.
Another weekend jam session with two great musicians.
Ryan Forsberg and Mike Wennerwald.
2 great guys that I work with.
MAN! These guys can play! (See November 16, 2001 Update)
Ryan brought his big ass amp that just totally made his playing even more crisp.
Mike, as always, with his amazing licks, made the session at his house even more enjoyable.
One good bonus though is Mike’s girlfriend Becky.
With a powerful voice and a great sense of humour, was just the perfect addition.
It is so enjoyable playing with them.
You know, real people who can really play.
I mean, I have played with a whole bunch of musicians, and very seldom where you get the opportunity
to play with someone who knows what they are doing but wants to have fun as well.
I have jammed with some who just plays just to show off.
Or one of those “I-can-do-this-and-I-can-do-it-fast kinda people”
Then looks at everybody to make sure they are watching.
I am no Carlos Santana, nor Django Reinheart,
but I think that is just sad.
They just totally missed the music.
Anyways, We played some classic tunes from Santana’s “Black Magic Woman”,
(which I just learned that morning),
and “The Girl From Ipanema” which Mike just taught us that day.
(My finger still feels weird Mike! I told you they were not meant to stretch that way).
We “did” record it this time and I will post it up as soon as we convert it to MP3’s.
Stay tuned..
(It’s up! – check it out!!)
Black Magic Woman
Music by – Santana
Guitars by – Ty Martell, Mike Wennerwald and Ryan Forsberg
Voice by – Mike Wennerwald
Girl From Ipanema
Guitars by – Ty Martell, Mike Wennerwald and Ryan Forsberg
Voices by – Becky Black and Mike Wennerwald
“All things must pass…The sunrise doesn’t last all day.”
George Harrison
February 25, 1943 – November 30, 2001
A very sad day not just for Beatles fans,
but for music lovers everywhere.
Thanks George. For the Music, the Influence and the Passion.
You will be missed.
Please click on the “Chorus” Link menu to hear my tribute to him.
For more info of his Bio. Click here
Click here for Beatles’ songs.
Woke up at 5:30 in the morning today to watch the meteor shower.
Holy Mother of Crap! That must have been the coolest thing I have ever seen.
Tracy, Nimbus and I, were all out on our balcony,
freezing our morning glories, staring at the sky.
We must have seen at least 30 meteor light shows.
It was a bit cloudy though, but it was one hell of a show.
I felt so lucky seeing it.
(Scratch that off the “Wish list”)
Maybe I get to watch the next one in 2099.
What else happened this weekend….hmmmmm.
Oh yeah!!!!
My friends beware….
I am in the process of re-training my insides to get used to alcohol.
YESSSS!!
A-L-K-A-H-A-L!!!
Grabbed a couple of wines and beer from the store,
and had some last night while watching some rented movies…
mmmmmmmm…easy..and..smooth..
Now if I could only train my body for lactose tolerance,
I’ll be all set!
These past few weeks has been crazy at work.
Paperworks are coming out of our yin-yang.
Plus we are going to be audited next week…so…no pressure added.
Anyways,
I better stop there..coz I might be able to say something that I may regret.
Ryan Forsberg, Michael Wennerwald and myself
have agreed to have a little “after school hours” Jam.
At work, in the Lab.
I haven’t jammed in a while
so they didn’t have to twist my arm.
I am so in!
Ryan, one of our excellent Programming Instructors,
can slap that BASS guitar like a red-headed stepchild.
I mean he does that “Seinfeld Segway” Bass guitar slap like you wouldn’t believe.
He plays them classic diminished notes that if he were just to make them up,
I’ll still believe him.
Mike is our new guy in the Network Side.
He has that fat 70’s tone that I have always wanted. (God, I miss my Strat)
Heavily influenced by Jimmy Page,
he rocked the whole jam with classic blues licks.
We started out the jam with simple blues.
All the way to fast melodic rock,
a jazzy touch by Ryan,
all the way to a rock version of Michael Jackson’s Billy Jean,
to a busy “Carol of the Bells” Christmas song.
And even the Bell phone commercial internet Jam.
It was a pretty good jam for the boys who just want to have fun.
(Ryan please tell me we got rid of the alcohols, beer
I mean …refreshments.)
I just saw this movie called 13 Ghosts
….and I must say ..it spooked me pretty good.
I love scary movies…I really do.
But it has to have a good balance.
I mean scary enough to make me look around when I am in the bathroom,
but not twisted enough that I spend the whole time deciphering it.
A couple of stuff that I wanted to share though…regarding watching movies.
How come no matter where I sit,
I always end up sitting right beside the most talkative guy in the theater?
No matter where you sit,
the back of your chair will always be kicked.
If you go to the Matinee screening times,
you always end up watching the movie with acne popping, attention deprived,
hormone raging teenagers, like the ones you see at McDonald’s after school.
And lastly,
PLEASE do not bring your children to watch an Adult movie,
not to mention horror ones….
Geezz! Traumatize them for life why don’t you?
I know this because I saw “The Exorcist” with my folks,
and yes..it scared the hell out of me.
Okay….that’s it.
I better go to bed.
It’s pretty late.
And that kid in “The Shining” won’t leave my mind.
