tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88978072011-04-22T03:51:13.657+08:00keitaro021781http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361602967234732411noreply@blogger.comBlogger181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897807.post-1175421854297033382007-04-01T15:01:00.000+08:002007-04-01T18:04:14.303+08:00<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><P>Had to undergo Core Skill Training again... :)</P><br /><P>pretty standard stuff though... and boring...</P><br /><P>after that my first product training will be dreamweaver.... :)</P><p class="multiply:no_crosspost"/></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897807-117542185429703338?l=keitaro021781.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>keitaro021781http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361602967234732411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897807.post-1129022391529848152005-10-11T17:16:00.000+08:002005-10-11T17:20:51.576+08:00<span style="font-family:arial;">heading over to the states for technical training this october 14, 2005 :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">but first stop, hang over at my girlfriend's house before my flight :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">i'm going to miss her so much :(</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">wish she would come with me:( she could fit easily in the luggage :P</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">hehehe joke lang babe :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">love you so much :)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897807-112902239152984815?l=keitaro021781.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>keitaro021781http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361602967234732411noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897807.post-1127114146318439322005-09-19T15:13:00.000+08:002005-09-19T15:15:46.320+08:00i haven't got any assignment or workload to do at the office... its been this way since my first day, september 5, 2005...<br /><br />i'm not complaining :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897807-112711414631843932?l=keitaro021781.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>keitaro021781http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361602967234732411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897807.post-1126769359044257152005-09-15T15:27:00.000+08:002005-09-15T15:29:19.416+08:00its expensive to to renew your passport...<br />mine is a personal passport, colored brown...<br />grrr... spent almost 2k plus all in all...<br /><br />it better be done next week or else!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897807-112676935904425715?l=keitaro021781.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>keitaro021781http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361602967234732411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897807.post-1126768011098768272005-09-15T14:54:00.000+08:002005-09-15T15:06:51.103+08:00my baby is here applying for a job<br />just to be with me<br />:D<br /><br />while walking cathy to the pension house<br />where she will stay for 4 days<br /><br />here is the conversation:<br /><br />jp: honey, i wish i was rich so i could buy you all the things you want<br />cathy: aw thats very NOVEL of you<br />jp: -pauses-<br />jp: don't you mean NOBLE of you?<br /><br />hehehehe<br />:D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897807-112676801109876827?l=keitaro021781.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>keitaro021781http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361602967234732411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897807.post-1126573885491989322005-09-13T09:10:00.000+08:002005-09-13T09:11:25.496+08:00its been a long time :D visit keitaro021781.multiply.com :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897807-112657388549198932?l=keitaro021781.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>keitaro021781http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361602967234732411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897807.post-1113382798845354822005-04-13T16:52:00.000+08:002005-04-13T16:59:58.846+08:00when i was in manila a few days back, applying at macromedia. cathy and i sort of hanged out at nina's place. her sister, mars (sandara look a like), told her to go home. she didn't have any load so she borrowed nina's phone. here are my observations:<br /><br />- she tried to find where was the message menu was.<br />- she kept pressing * for space... hihihihi<br /><br />eventually naawa ako sa kanya so i typed in the message for her. i'm not fluent in tagalog so cathy corrected my tagalog grammar...<br /><br />;-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897807-111338279884535482?l=keitaro021781.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>keitaro021781http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361602967234732411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897807.post-1110866356210147432005-03-15T13:44:00.000+08:002005-03-15T13:59:16.213+08:00we were talking on the phone as always then cathy started rambling that she should get married by next year and have kids by then. i couldn't react to what she said. all i could do was nothing. it was really funny the way she said it. we decided to get married but civil wedding muna till we save enough money for a church wedding. then she started rambling on that she could use her money for herself na. then i made a really, in cathy's own words "gago", remark. "you're just marrying me cause you're using me as an escape goat to avoid your responsibilities... " then she started explaining to me and i like made side comments like "yeah sure, i understand etc..." hehehe this is so overwhelming, it is still overwhelming and surreal up to now. i'm getting married to cathy... woohoo! :-)<br /><br />catherine ejes a. vicedo :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897807-111086635621014743?l=keitaro021781.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>keitaro021781http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361602967234732411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897807.post-1110861805978927992005-03-15T12:43:00.000+08:002005-03-15T13:43:45.740+08:00cathy made kwento about her academic life that she dramatically changed during her 4th year high school days. she started getting active in school and getting really high grades. then she went on how she shifted to masscomm, she became a irregular student and she graduated in october instead of march but she said she could have been a cum laude with her 1. something average. naks! cum laude baby ko :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897807-111086180597892799?l=keitaro021781.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>keitaro021781http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361602967234732411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897807.post-1105517826787928052005-01-12T15:59:00.000+08:002005-01-12T16:18:18.150+08:00it was a a normal night, like every other night, sweet cheeks and i were usually talking on the phone, our usual telebabad session, thank god for sun cellular! out of the blue my sweet cheeks starts talking to me in visaya. it wasn't the best visayan accent but i could really feel she was trying her best. she blurted out "unsa man?" and she thought it means where are you, she was so confident in saying it... "unsa man" means what in visaya. hehehehe <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897807-110551782678792805?l=keitaro021781.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>keitaro021781http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361602967234732411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897807.post-1103507394102256732004-12-20T09:30:00.000+08:002004-12-20T09:49:54.103+08:00my beautiful wife of mine and i were talking <br />i asked her if she would wear a bikini <br />she said that she doesn't have one <br />i said that i'll get you one <br />and she said that she doesn't know how to swim <br /> <br />i only asked if she would wear a bikini <br />i didn't ask her to swim <br />what does swimming have to do with wearing a bikini? <br /> <br />hahahahaha <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897807-110350739410225673?l=keitaro021781.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>keitaro021781http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361602967234732411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897807.post-1103098661856029792004-12-15T16:05:00.000+08:002004-12-15T16:22:32.310+08:00we were sent an emailer from customer service department <br />the emailer was like auctioning their pretty customer reprentatives <br />the winner will get to date the girl of his choice <br />a lot of men we're bidding... <br />my friend danilo bidded a hundred bucks <br />and said that if he won <br />pwede promisory note na lang daw... <br />kind of like an i owe you note... <br /> <br />hehehehe <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897807-110309866185602979?l=keitaro021781.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>keitaro021781http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361602967234732411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897807.post-1103021519825909282004-12-14T18:44:00.000+08:002004-12-14T18:52:52.286+08:00it was really late at night <br />i was talking to cathy about sweet nothings <br />i told her about my nightmare <br /> <br />i was in a skateboard competition <br />i was through with my run <br />i had a decent score <br /> <br />then the guy next to me was next <br />during his run <br />he had a terrible accident <br />he crashed and hit his head on the ground real hard <br />blood everywhere <br /> <br />he said something profound <br />i don't remember what he said <br /> <br />anyways after i told cathy the dream <br />she was like analyzing my dream <br /> <br />she then came to a conclusion <br />she said that i can't ollie in real life (i'm practicing!) <br />then how can you ollie in your dreams... <br /> <br />cathy, its a dream <br />you don't have to rub it in <br /> <br />hehehehe <br />i love you <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897807-110302151982590928?l=keitaro021781.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>keitaro021781http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361602967234732411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897807.post-1103020958429801072004-12-14T18:28:00.000+08:002004-12-14T18:53:59.123+08:00incident number 001: <br /> <br />i was listening to nu 107 on a boring saturday <br />and i heard a nice song <br /> <br />i quickly called up my baby <br />and i asked her whats the title and artist of this song playing on the radio <br /> <br />after much deliberation or thought <br />she said it was morrissey - pure imagination <br /> <br />days later i found out it was smoking popes not morrissey <br />at least she got the title right <br /> <br />hehehehe <br /> <br />incident 002 <br /> <br />i sent cathy, my baby, a mp3 <br /><strong>the used - blue and yellow</strong> <br /> <br />she really loved the song <br />she made it into her ringtone in her new cellular phone <br />(yeah yeah gloat all you want) <br /> <br />during some other night <br />we were talking about our theme song <br />i kept suggesting nice songs <br />but she wanted chevelle - the red to be our theme song <br />i disagreed then <br /> <br />all of sudden she said <br />why not the used - yellow and blue <br /> <br />hehehehe <br />at least she got the artist right <br /> <br />incident 003 <br /> <br />my baby and i were talking sweet nothings <br />at around 1am <br />then i heard her sister singing in the background <br /> <br />i knew the song <br />but i wanted to confirm <br /> <br />so i asked cathy what was her sister singing <br />she said its why can't i breathe <br /> <br />i was confused kasi i don't know any song <br />titled why can't i breathe, i have an extensive mp3 collection <br /> <br />i said to cathy its liz phair right <br />she agreed but i told her its why can't i <br />pero she said its why can't i breathe, in a confident tone <br /> <br />then later on <br />she realized its why can't i <br /> <br />hehehehe <br />i love you cathy even though you get the titles and artists wrong <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897807-110302095842980107?l=keitaro021781.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>keitaro021781http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361602967234732411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897807.post-1101810542693050932004-11-30T18:25:00.000+08:002004-11-30T18:47:51.140+08:00<span style="font-family:arial;">i would like to clarify on these statements:</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">.....he can't ollie....oh yeah, I saw him ollie using the finger board and after like 3 times (or was it 5 times), he finally did it...but that doesn't count, does it??.....</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">====> it was on the third time... the desk was slippery... i would like to see you do it!</span> <br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">he sucks at tagalog....think of donita rose or charlene gonzales when they were just starting out in showbizness, that's how he is in tagalog.....he asked me one day which is the right sentence: "ayoko ng umiyak or mag-iyak"....i nearly cried of laughter..........</span> <br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">====> yes, i admit it, i suck at tagalog but cathy is not helping me either, she would laugh at me and not correct me, sometimes i don't want to learn the friggin' language...</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">he says he can dance like usher and he can copy any dance move being shown in MTV....but he CAN'T breakdance......so jay'r in sun cellular ad has the edge?.....</span> <br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">====> yes, i can dance/copy the steps on television... cathy, i know na the jay-r dance from the sun cellular commercial.</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">he can't get xaymaca right...no matter how many times i say that to him....he would always pronounce it xa-may-ca......or he would stop midway in his sentence and make a conscious effort not to say xa-may-ca because he knew i would just laugh at him and quickly replace it with "reggae bar".....chuckle, chuckle....honey, read my lips, it's XAY-MA-CA.....all together now....XAY-MA-CA..........</span> <br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">===> xaymaca (maca pronounced like ja"maica") its much better than xaymaca...</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">he would call so early in the morning to wake me up and when i tell him i just did my crunches while talking to him, he made the corniest comment like "nestle crunch?"....sheesh....and he's telling me i'm corny........</span> <br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">====> that was yesterday or today, right after the fun run and i was sick!!!</span> <br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">he would contradict himself.....like texting me he's not gonna watch movie alone, but lo and behold the next day, there he was watching a movie in Ayala alone..........</span> <br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">====> i'm entitled to change my opinion!</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">he swears he's gonna work out to get usher's abs....riiiiggghhhhttttt...........</span> <br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">====> i did not say that i want to have usher abs... all i said was that i want my abs to lean...</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">he stalked a celebrity when he was a teener and sent a love letter to her house!!!.....he didn't get a response back......awwww..........</span> <br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">====> now, this is personal... i didn't post that you choreographed the germans to dance the backstreet boys - i want it that way dance... before she said she can't dance... hmmm... liar!!!</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">did i mention he's named after the pope which totally sucks??..........</span> <br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">====> i hate you...</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">he looks like a pointguard, has the height of a pointguard, but he sucks at basketball.....uhm.....go figure....</span> <br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">====> i hate basketball! at least i beat you at that bet... i have your picture in my wallet wahahaha</span> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897807-110181054269305093?l=keitaro021781.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>keitaro021781http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361602967234732411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897807.post-1100596698066871072004-11-16T16:43:00.000+08:002004-11-16T17:20:33.680+08:00cathy, <br />i met her through nina, a close filzam friend, she showed me a slide show of her friends at her office... and i saw this beautiful creature... naturally i asked who she is and nina gave me her name... but i was not content with her name alone... i asked nina if i could talk to her but nina said i had to guess her cathy's favorite pba team. eventually we talked... she was a real biatch and yet i continued to talk to her... and my persistence really paid off... she opened up to me. =) <br /> <br />we've become close friends. but i did not stop there i made up my my that this is the girl i want to be with for the rest of my life, hopefully... so i courted her through msn messenger =) i would court her in person but we live so far away from each other, she's in manila and i'm in cebu. to make it short we're a couple... and then the non stop bombardment of sweet nothings through text ensued and i couldn't sleep for a whole week... <br /> <br />i promised i'd be with her next year for a week so we could spend time together for the first time... <br /> <br />i love this girl and i'm not letting her go or let anyone take her away from me... she's a rare jewel thats really hard to find... she makes me to strive to be the best... i love you cathy! =D <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897807-110059669806687107?l=keitaro021781.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>keitaro021781http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361602967234732411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897807.post-1099472338608858082004-11-03T17:40:00.000+08:002004-11-03T17:06:24.320+08:00nina and i planned this at every detail and angle imaginable (well almost) <br />it just popped in my mind to send my baby a bouquet of flowers... <br />i've been known to do crazy stuff... <br /> <br />on the day itself (november 03, 2004) <br />i was panicking like hell... <br />my baby told me that she was going to take the day off <br />because she was feeling ill... <br />i did everything in my power to make her <br />stay a little longer... <br />i even bought an aspirin <br />thinking that i'll i'll give it to her... <br />she's allegic to them <br />and she's a thousand kilometers away... <br />what was i thinkin' <br /> <br />when she got the flowers <br />she was really happy <br />and i was really elated <br />i felt like cartwheeling off the office... <br /> <br />and the moral of the story is: <br />i'll do anything for my baby... <br /> <br />don't cartwheel off some building <br />unless you're a love struck idiot like me <br /> <br />hahaha <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897807-109947233860885808?l=keitaro021781.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>keitaro021781http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361602967234732411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897807.post-1098881203679809312004-10-27T20:41:00.000+08:002004-10-27T20:46:43.680+08:00<span style="font-family:arial;">sitting here counting the hours</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">waiting for the sun to kiss the sea</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">paralyzed by the fragrance of the flowers</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">they remind me of you and me</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">this one love in a lifetime</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">our two hearts of a kind</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">these three reasons you'll be mine</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">for there's five or six ways through</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">seven days without you</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">making plans just to stop the aching</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">chasing thoughts from a million miles away</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">hypnotized as another dawn is breaking</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">i rehearse the words </span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">i want to say</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">this one love in a lifetime</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">our two hearts of a kind</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">these three reasons you'll be mine</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">for when five and six are through</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">it's seven days without you</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">and i will find a way until you're home</span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">to let the giant sleep this fire we know is</span> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8897807-109888120367980931?l=keitaro021781.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>keitaro021781http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361602967234732411noreply@blogger.com