random thought

I've watched Manny Pacquiao and Erik Morales (as everyone did in the Philippines) this Sunday and I could conclude some things:

1.) My mom screams like a banshee when someone is being aggravated.
2.) My dad could make a good commentator.
3.) I could eat a whole pack of Lays (spelling?? SPELLING?!?) while waiting with those goddamn 5-minute commercials.
4.) Mexicans, specifically Erik Morales are arrogant. Trust me.
5.) Manny Pacquiao sucks in speaking english. Efren Reyes does better.
6.) It's sad to see Pacquiao not being able to do his extreme best.
7.) I became sad in watching Pacquiao being beaten by TWO FRIGGING POINTS.
8.) Friends from the U.S. are cruel to give some spoilers on the result on the match. ()#$)$%^*)$!!!

The match was awesome, with twelve whole rounds of boxing. I'm not really into boxing, since it makes me cringe all the time, but with a Filipino on screen with everyone watching? Well I ought to watch too for me to delve in the mainstream. I must admit it's sad to watch him lose... Even with his reasons, he still lost. Hay.... Oh my, my... Too bad. Oh man. WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!

stealing is.... hmmm?

they say stealing mp3s is damaging artists' lives and their rights. for me, it causes much headache? why?

here comes the history of rosey stealing stuffs.

countless weeks ago...

Rosey has an mp3 player/pendrive/stealing tool. AH, THIS IS MY CHANCE! Rosey puts the device in the USB port, and crazily copies mp3s from the internet cafe. oh no. The owner passes by, giving Rosey's computer screen a venomous glance. voila. two days more, and they cramped electric tape onto the USB ports. Aha, first sign of no-stealing-rosey's-here.

Rosey sulks.

some days ago...

Rosey is desperate to find Tokyo Jihen's Sounan. Oh sulk, she has no ways of knowing where the J-rock are located, being unknowledgeable in the subject matter. Rosey goes to Google, and instead finds Napster (free for thirty days-oh-this-is-good!). Rosey downloads Napster, asked permission with the net cafe owner to save in the pendrive/mp3 player/stealing tool. The owner says yes. Rosey rejoices. She saves the file into the pendrive, the base of her spine digging into the chair beneath her... 99%... 100% YEHEY!

March 11, 2005...

Rosey sits in the chair of the net cafe, her eyes red in staring, and her head spinning in anticipation. OH THIS IS MY CHANCE! Three hours of waiting... Soulseek downloaded (thanks to mister niland), downloaded Rammstein, Siouxsie and the Banshees, A Perfect Circle, Marilyn Manson.... She is drooling. Three hours of painstaing downloads... 47% of My Monkey... OH AT LAST! Her eyes strained in the screen painfully... 53% more and she'll get out of this insanity... oh yeah... OH YEAH!


So sorry for those artists mentioned for me stealing their precious compositions. Whoever invented Napster is a God. Sorry Metallica, can't help it. Lars Ulrich better shut his mouth, 450 bucks of a single CD is not so really ever fun. Anyway he's shut up already, no need to say shhhhhh.

Oh 56% of My Monkey! Rosey is excited. She already can hear the intoxicating voice of Marilyn Manson the antichrist - quote and quote and quote and quote. Sigh. 17 minutes more; 17 more and a total of three hours of insanity, which means 75 bucks of my 100 bucks allowance. Ouch, Rosey's wallet says.

Whoever invented computers and free mp3 should be punished.

But yet again, I'll give them the whip.

Sigh.

My monkey...


Rosey the psycho signing out.

maycie's birthday

took me a long time to post this, heheh. february 25, yummy foodies, yummy beerus, funny people. :D here are three photos.