The Guiness.
The Adik.
The jig.
The Traveling Celts.
The Mean Girl.
The bar of choice, Murphy’s.
The Spaniard.
The pink feather boa.
The Colm with a guitar.
Teh Glooe.
The beer.
The midgets.
The Mick.
The bagpipes.
The Susie.
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AWESOOOME!!!
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Because a night like that could not possibly be put into a cohesive sentence without bursting into fits of laughter and Irish dancing. So here are pictures of St. Paddy 2008.
The Whore, The Pimp, The Slut.
I gots the whole corner street collection.
Token creepy Spaniard picture.
He always looks the same. Creepy and diseased.
The pink feather boa dare.
Colm rocked that boa. ROCKED.
Another picture of a white dude that badly needs a tan.
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Hope your St. Paddy’s was nothing short of a riot! Here’s something to help you with your hangover. I leave you in the capable hands of Colin and Cillian.
(Oo, close kami. Huwag kumontra.)
I know I’m jumping the gun a little, but hey, the temperatures are rising and so are the girls’ shorts and skirts. ‘Tis surely the sign that summer is upon us. YAY!
Though I may not be able to get away as fast as I used to and become a beachbaby, I am with you in your travels. I wish you surf, sand, and sea. That’s all we ask, really.
Let me just start you off with a a dude that’s been hiding in Hawaii for a while. His album could not possibly come out any sooner.
I’m Yours
Jason Mraz
Well you done done me and you bet I felt it
I tried to be chill but you’re so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks
And now I’m trying to get back
Before the cool done run out
I’ll be giving it my bestest
Nothing’s going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it’s again my turn to win some or learn some
I won’t hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I’m yours
Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you’re free
Look into your heart and you’ll find love love love
Listen to the music of the moment maybe sing with me
I like peaceful melodys
It’s your God-forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved loved
So I won’t hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait I’m sure
There’s no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I’m yours
I’ve been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror
And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer
But my breath fogged up the glass
And so I drew a new face and laughed
I guess what I’m saying is there ain’t no better reason
To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons
It’s what we aim to do
Our name is our virtue
I won’t hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait I’m sure
There’s no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I’m yours
Well no no, well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you’re free
Look into your heart and you’ll find love love love love
Listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me
I like one big family
It’s your God-forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved
Well no no, well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you’re free
Look into your heart and you’ll find love love love love
Listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me
I like happy family
It’s your God-forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved
I won’t hesitate no more
Oh no more no more no more
It’s your God-forsaken right to be loved, I’m sure
There’s no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I’m yours
No I won’t hesitate no more, no more
This cannot wait I’m sure
There’s no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I’m yours, I’m yours
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Though we’ve been enemies for the longest time, Chibby has redeemed your name.
Math tells us 3 of the saddest love stories.
Tangent lines who had one chance to meet and then parted forever.
Parallel lines who were never meant to meet.
And asymptotes who can get closer and closer but will never be together.
Directed by Jerrold Tarog
1st Place, Short Feature Category.
19th Gawad CCP para sa Alternatibong Pelikula at Video.
Exhibition film, 2006 Cinemanila International Film Festival.
I’m posting this just because I’ve unearthed it once more. A film that pops up once or twice of eleven times off the top of your head can’t be all that bad, right?
Let’s talk aftermarket tuning companies. If you’re filthy rich and want to ensure that you’re the only one driving an already-one-of-a-kind supercar, you go and “personalize” it. You stitch your initials onto the headrest (I’m envying you, Vicky Beckham) or change the brake calipers to spell out your name (disgusted yet jealous at you, K-Fed). Whatever fancies you, after the initial payment for your supercar, you gotta shell out just as much to make it more .. you.
At the Geneva Auto Show 2008, they unveiled some cool concept cars and some others that I could care less about. We all know that the McMerc is Numero Uno in my heart, right? And the fact that I’m going through a blingin’ phase makes a GOLD MCMERC my dreamcar, right? Wrong.
What the fuck is this Mansory? What the hell did you fucking do?! Are you just made up of morons over there? I should send Teh Douche over. He could be a good addition to the tasteless bunch of monkeys you call designers. And what the hell is with the body kit?! It makes the McMerc look like a has-been gangsta. It’s supposed to be sleek and svelte! Not a carbface! *spits* Forget you!
You know who hit the fucking bullseye? BRABUS FOR THE WIN. They paired up a McMerc Roadster with a smart fortwo-based Ultimate 112. A supercar with a tender. SU-WEET!
Granted that some changes were “whoa” (waffle-pattern stitching on SLR leather footwells or interior components made from exposed carbon-fiber, among other things), it’s still pretty awesome. And can I just comment that I’m crushing hard on the white-and-red color scheme?! How very Colombian drug lord. Caliente! Mansory, take notes. Don’t be slacking off! *backhanded slap*
Favorite comments regarding the Brabus Roadster and 112:
Dan Parmelee: Leather floor? Wow….talk about impossible to clean and maintain. That’s just not even practical. Red carpeting would’ve been the smart choice here.
Ligor: the leather floor is not practicall?? spoken just like a poor man.
