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Jed
| Main blog: | word warrior | | Birthday: | February 26th | | Gender: | Male | | Occupation: | Student | | Education: | High school, Some college, School of life | | Religion: | Spiritual but not religious | | Race/lineage: | Asian | | Location: | Philippines, Gen. Santos |
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| Body Size: | Sturdy | | Height: | 5' 4" (163 cm) | | Eyes: | Black | | Vision: | No assisted eyewear | | Hair Color: | Black | | Hair Style: | Shaved | | Facial Hair: | Goatee | | Skin Tone: | Light Brown | | Best Feature: | Sweet spot | | Clothing Pref.: | Practical | | Undies: | Boxers | | Tattoo Info: | I have tattoos on my heart and soul |
| Relationship Status: | Single - Involved | | Sexual Preference: | Really Straight | | Astrological Sign: | Pisces (Feb 19 - March 20) | | Existing as: | Extraterrestrial | | Smoking: | Trying to quit | | Liquor: | Trying to quit | | Exercise: | Couch potato | | Your Home: | Live with roommate(s) |
| Books: | tom clancy books, 100 years of solitude-gabriel garcia marquez, band of brothers-stephen ambrose and nicholas sparks basta kelangan ng pampamatay ng loob.. | | Music Genres: | mga maiingay, yung mga asteeg... basically kahit anoh... basta wag lang pop.. | | Movies: | godfather 1, 2 and 3, lords of dog town, fight club, count of monte cristo, men of honour, hamburger hill, full metal jacket, pearl harbor, saving private ryan, black hawk down, when trumpets fade... war movies with a heart. di yung puro bakbakan lang... or yung mga movies na nandun si collin farrell... bad ass kasi. tapos galing umarte. dapat nga nag-stage actor na lang xa. | | Drink: | Red Horse extra strong | | Position: | Dog style... lols... |
Mysteries of my Miseries and the Miseries of my Mysteries
Before I sat down and started composing this post, I was tiding up my room with reruns of Oprah on Studio 23 on TV to fill the monotony of doing household chores. A segment of theirs reminded of an unfinished night (and a hundred other nights), which was more or less already buried deep within the clutter of my summer of 2009 life -or so I thought it was.
It was a night like any other, except on that night we were spending one of our precious, stolen moments together. My day was hectic and my eyes were heavy because of it, but I was trying my very best to stay awake because, as I said,...
Un-Hibernation
Obviously, the title said more than I could ever write in this entry. But, for blogging's sake I'd still post something just to eat up the pent up bandwidth and for the simple reason that I can.
First off, I would like to congratulate MY Yatot for having her baby, welcome to the world Sophia Nikola Dela Fuente-Laviña.
Second, I haven't done squat with my life lately that's worth blogging about. Still the same old me, drinking, stinking, cigarette smoking ol me. There may be something new and big coming up so watch out ok? I think it will surprise everyone but I don't want to jinx so lets...
Cardio Chronicles
This is the first part of a series about my past romantic dead-ends. hehehehe… Enjoy!
“Should I give up or should I just keep on chasing pavements,” the phrase hit me like an anchor, it was heavy as hell, it made a big splash and it created wave upon disturbing wave in my thoughts. Ah, you have no idea, what I am talking about? Let me orient you: we are in a secluded corner of the city, in a secluded corner of a local bar having the usual drinking binge. With me are three of the funniest and prettiest female specimens this side of the south. What is a smuck like me doing with three...
MJ Blog
Even if we are not a fan, most of us have a Michael Jackson song that we call our own. More often than not it is a Michael Jackson hit that we have adopted and called our own. It maybe a song that has touched us the most, a song that we can relate to or even a song as simple as something that we sing in the bathroom in our private moments with the shower head. Admit it or not, not all of us have a Beatle song, Elvis song or even a Backstreet or N’SYNC song but most of us have a Michael Jackson song to call our own. Even though the man was shrouded in mystery, scandals and sometimes...
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