9 days late.

Now I am in “Panic” mode.
I was in “Frustrated” mode yesterday.

Tracy is on the list for “Induction”.
The hospital called us again for another “test”.
Since the baby is late, They need to make sure he is still doing fine.

They sent us home after that.
Which made everybody frustrated again, but happy that the baby is fine.
So we all went for dinner, and took out our frustrations on food.

I like food!!

Still no baby.
At least Tracy’s Mom is here.

Not only does Tracy feel happy,
But, I can be assured that someone will help my Mother,
in case I pass out in the delivery room.

AAAAAAARRRRGGGHH!!!!!

This Linux machine is Killing me!!!!!!!!!!

Head is hurting….
must…
reinstall….
again….

Finally!!
Now I can totally prepare for the baby’s arrival.
Come to think of it, everything is pretty much done. (Tracy did all the work)
All we need is the baby.

Since the baby was supposed to be here a week ago,
All our families are just so stressed,
It’s like they are the ones actually having the kid.

But anyway,
All I need to do now is to catch up as much sleep as I can.
Play games as much as I can.
Fix and break my computer as much as I can.

Speaking of Computers,
I have decided to switch my Server to Mandrake Linux 9.0

Oh yeah…
I’ve made up my mind, and nothing can stop me!!

That is my name in Hobbitton.
In the world of the Hobbits, who lives peacefully amidst Middle Earth.

Oh Lord, I am so addicted to the “Lord of the Rings”,
I almost wanted to name our first born Frodo.
I must have watched the movie at least 9 times, and I am also reading the book.
Man, I can not wait for the next two movies.

Click here to reveal your Hobbit name.

Anyway, speaking of names,
have you ever wondered what your name really means?
My name does not really have a definition or meaning in English.
All I know is that it is a large, peaceful county in Northern Ireland.

Come to think of it, my name is pretty confusing.
Quite universal and diverse if I might say.

See, Tyrone is a Black name.
And Glenn is North American.
Then my last name is Spanish or French.
Then when I show up, I am Asian.
Now everybody gets confused.

Though as I found out, this is my name in Chinese.

My good friend, “Cicy Peng” told me that the first character means “King”.
And the second character means “Dragon.”

I was like, now that is cool!!

Then it hit me.

She could have lied to me, for I do not speak a lick of Chinese.
It could have meant Stupid Idiot, or Drunken Monkey.

Oh Lord. I hope not.

As I sit here, pondering about the meaning of my name.
I just had to admit it,
My name must have been used for an “All You Can Eat Chinese Buffet Restaurant.”

Hello! Welcome to King Dragon,
how may I help you?

Here’s a good example of yesterday’s message.

This TWIT, who shall remain nameless,
will just be known as “The twit who can’t print.”
(We chose the color pink for that name to signify his everlasting twitness.)

So I was having lunch yesterday, after hearing a mass in Church,
when I was graced by the presence of his twit-cellency.
I went to Church to pray for the victims of the attack,
I just figured, since I can’t go to Afghanistan and stick my finger up Bin Laden’s nose,
I’ll just have to pray that maybe someday I get to.

So anyway, I was reading the 30 page special coverage on the newspaper
about the Terror in New York.
When suddenly this twit, comes in and says.

“I don’t know about this media hype about Sept. 11.”
“There are more people who die of drunk driving in a month.”
“And why didn’t the people on the first planes overtake the hijackers,
They knew they were gonna die anyway?”

You know I am very emotional about this, so I said to him:

Would you change your mind and have different feelings if it happened here?

He says :

“I just do not understand the media coverage.
When Princess Diana died, they only ran the news for like a month.”

At this point, I had to stop my meal, because he is so in a perfect path for a Slapshot.
Then I said:

“Well, maybe it’s more of a respect for those who perished.
The innocent people, and the people who sacrificed their lives to help.
It is still very fresh in everybody’s hearts.
Nobody really had a closure about it.
And how can you compare one person’s death to this?
I do not see the difference if it happened in the States or here.
It is an attack to all of us.”

He keeps rambling on and on about something, but I had to leave the room.
I had to.
First he interrupts my meal, (and I hate being interrupted while eating).
And secondly, I do not think he even reflected on what happened.
He is just blinded by his ego,
or whatever he has.

Now I feel bad for him.
Not only does he have problems printing, he also has no clue.

I feel very strongly about this, and I am sorry if I would offend some people.

I am still stressing about how am I going to explain Sept. 11 to my children.
Honestly, I do not know if I am more embarrassed
to tell them that this is the world that they will live in.
Or there are people like this guy.

A year after the terror.
Many people will show signs of anger, paranoia and grief.
Many will try to find ways to cope with their fears.

I think many people still do not understand the gravity of the attacks.
For them, it was just terrorism that does not concern them or their country.
The United States were the only targets, not us.

“I never liked the Americans anyways.”

WELL YOU ARE A TWIT!

When you go outside today, look around you!
Look for the highest building you can find.
And imagine a Freakin’ JET PLANE hit that building right in front of you.
Better yet, you on the highest floor.
You and your loved ones are in it, BURNT and DEAD.

Who would you blame?
What are you gonna do?
What do you think now?

Just because it did not happen here, does not mean it does not concern you!
It could have hit your building, the hospital or your children’s school.

Pay some respect to these people,
and the people who risked and sacrificed their lives.

These are good people.
They pay their taxes.
They teach their kids manners.
They bring joy to somebody else.
They shared their laughter and tears.
They also bring love.

But you? all you think of is,
“I am glad it did not happen here.”

Oh yeah, As what is written on this site 1 year ago,
My offer to the terrorists still stands.

I remember her as “The Character” of the family.
She has a great sense of humor, unmatched by anyone.
Always looking out for us, her nieces and nephews, whenever we are at her house.
Her kids, my cousins, were our best friends.
Her voice and laughter, echoes throughout the whole house.

I will never forget when you rushed me to the hospital,
when I fell and landed on my face,
A laceration across my chin, 5 stitches,
I remember, you were holding my hand.
As my tears dropped.
And your smile, assured me that everything will be alright.

Thank you for the memories, my dear, loving Aunt.
I will miss you so very much.

May you find peace.

Finally!
We are out of that one bedroom apartment.
We are so out of that building we call “Hell with fluorescent lighting”.

We just moved to a garden home, in a beautiful town called Orleans.
Tracy and I could not wait, we drove around here every weekend.
We have so much room, even the dog has his own.
A three bedroom house, a patio/yard, a furnished basement, garage, a full kitchen and a bathroom inside the Master’s bedroom.
OH YEAH!!!

It is such a good feeling coming home.
I mean, when I get home, I “am” home.
No driving in circles to park and no elevators to wait and take.
We were on the 15th floor, 14 actually, because there was no 13th floor.
I never really understood that “no 13th floor thing” with buildings.
Is it really that bad of a luck?
Or are they trying to fool Satan if he ever comes by for a visit?
Yeah like,

Hey! What in the Heaven?
This building does not have a 13th floor!!!
That just foils my clever, evil plan!
I guess I’ll just have to raise their rent every year.
Bwahahaha!! Hahahah!!!

Anyways..
I would like to thank my ever sweetest Tracy,
for helping with the lifting during the move.
It was just her and me moving everything.
Freakin’ 8 months pregnant and no complaints lifting the bed and everything.

Strong, that woman is.

You really get to know who your friends are when you move.
Also, you know how you are treated by your family as well.

When my Mother moved,
the whole town was there to help her out.

When my Brother moved,
the whole gang was there. I even had to cancel our long weekend plans.

But when I moved,
it was just Tracy and me.
Though most of my students offered to help, I did not take advantage of them.

Apparently, I moved in a bad time for everybody,
either they had plans or they were working.

Is there really a good time to move?
Don’t you just “move” and that’s it? If anybody knows.. please educate me!

Though in a way, I am glad we did it on our own.
It just means that I do not owe anybody anything.

For those of you who know me, I have trouble saying “no” to anyone,
even if it would be an inconvenience for me.

So, if the occasion arises, I could just think of when I saw my 8 month pregnant lady,
lifting boxes and furnitures..
I could just easily say,

“Hmmm.. I am so sorry, we just can’t.
You kinda picked a bad time.”

That’s it? The weekend is over!
How annoying is that?

Plus I spent almost half of it at work.
Too many things to do. So many things to complete.

Anyway,
Tracy and I have this unwritten rule that whenever the weekend comes,
we will always try to make the most out of it.

Which means we will do absolutely nothing!

This also means that none of us will be going near the kitchen to prepare anything.
Because the weekend only means one thing.

We are going out to eat!
Oh yeah!

Don’t get me wrong,
Tracy is one mean cook.
She makes me some serious Southern Food that will make my mouth drool like a St. Bernard.
She also learned to cook some Filipino foods with perfection.
MMMmmMmMmmmmmm…

So anyway, when we go out, we eat at the first restaurant that pops into our head.
Well, it really depends on how hungry we are, and if our hunger will last the trip.

Which always brings us back to either McDonald’s, Wendy’s, Burger King
or whichever has the most Artery clogging fat.

Hey! Speaking of McDonald’s.
I noticed this new fagly “Lighter Choices” on their menu.
You know, the whole salad and healthy eating bunch of crap.

Since when did this start?
I bet you some Martha Stewart wannabe, wrote a letter to Ronald McDonald,
or whatever the owner’s name really is,
and said:

Dear Ron,
I am writing you on behalf of all the concerned citizens of this country.
My friend, Richard Simmons, and I thought of suggesting a “Lighter Choices menu”
to add to your “Suicide Heart attack on a sesame seed bun meal”.
Please consider our proposal.

Yours in health,
Martha.

Oh my God!
This is an outrage! This is what they feed the cows before they slaughter them.

So we were there waiting for our turn. I did not have to think.
It’s a Big Mac all the way for me.

But to my surprise,
guess who ordered the lighter choices menu meal number 1?
My ever dearest Tracy.

I looked at her, all amazed,
while all I could say was “Good luck”.

This thing came in a fancy plastic container, complete with a lid and everything and
a complimentary pack of birdseed for you to sprinkle all over it.

She did like it anyways,
we just have to go and get her some Slurpee on our way home.

That is how brave she is folks.
She will try anything at least once.

But me? Noooo…
I am a “meat” kinda guy.
And I mean, just let the cow stare at the oven in terror and stuff it on my plate.

Ahhhh.. the aftertaste of death!
I love the way it guzzles down my Esophagus,
My intestines grinding the protein out of it’s wits.

Our ancestors would say,
“We didn’t fight our way to the top of the food chain for nothing”

That’s how it is supposed to be,
and that’s the way I like it. uhuh uhuh!

Well, to sum it all up, I think what I really want to say is,

We love the weekends.

And I hate Martha Stewart.