The Punta Fuego Gang



Joala, Resti, Frances and quite a cheeky me



Since Carol couldn't make it to lunch....



And the rest of the gang..

Frances, me, Resti, EG, Arn, Sonny and Princess

Aarhus...courtesy of Daniel Bastian Tanjung.

that's me...on a straddle carrier in Aarhus...can you see the Michelin Man?



some bowling shoes...i won 6 shots of "gray"..i think it was some turkish stuff...for hitting a strike while the Danish announcer guy was at our lane..



Gangstazzz....

moi et ma soeur, Joann

You've probably already read this somewhere, but it is funny.

"A burglar broke into a house one night. He shone his flashlight
around, looking for valuables, and when he picked up a CD player to
place in his sack, a strange, disembodied voice echoed from the dark
saying, "Jesus is watching you."

He nearly jumped out of his skin, clicked his flashlight out, and
froze. When he heard nothing more after a bit, he shook his head,
promised himself a vacation after the next big score, then clicked the light
on and began searching for more valuables. Just as he pulled the
stereo out so he could disconnect the wires, clear as a bell he
heard, "Jesus is watching you."

Freaked out, he shone his light around frantically looking for the
source of the voice. Finally, in the corner of the room, his
flashlight beam came to rest on a parrot. "Did you say that?"
He hissed at the parrot. "Yep," the parrot confessed, then squawked,
"I'm just trying to warn you."

The burglar relaxed. "Warn me, huh? Who in the world are you?"
"Moses," replied the bird. "Moses?", the burglar laughed. "What
kind of people would name a bird Moses?

"The kind of people that would name a Rottweiler, Jesus." "

I just remembered a funny thing that occurred involving my soon to be 3 years old nephew, Drake, and porno santa. We asked him, pointing at porno santa's rather rosy cheeks, what those were and he said "dodo". Say what?! We emphasized that those were santa's cheeks but he stated quite matter-of-factly, "hindi, dodo yan!"

Hilarious.

Hey hey hey...new pics



a couple of pairs of just about the cheapest decent albeit fake shoes you can find. 600 pesos or just about 11 USD each. cool...bought two coz they were so cheap and i couldn't decide if i should get the white or the gray ones...



a great shot of the view from the 51st floor. oddly enough, this was taken from the bathroom. while you may not be able to see it, right next to the window is the toilet. just about a voyeur's biggest dream

Leah, Apple and me in megamall

me and my nephew, drake, on new year's day. wearing a red tie for good luck.



me and porno santa. he's porno santa because of those...uhmm...go figure. I borrowed him from our module center in Karlslunde, Denmark...haha



me and porno santa again.

and that's me playing with a 3650.

Well, a belated Happy New Year to everybody. Here're a couple of funny text messages I got on New Year's.

May you have the Wisdon of Solomon
the Commitment of Jacob
the Courage of Joshua
the Dreamer Spirit of Joseph
the Faitfulness of David and
the Penis of Goliath

I am thinking of running for president. If you support my cause,
join the noise barrage tonight between 11 pm and 1 am. If the
whole nation unites, I will run!

Where the hell am I going? Somebody please point the way.

The eye...made with sign pens.

Kenneth, also on one of his good days.

Florian, on one of his good days...

Church




An old man playing the violin

An old man with a big club.



Flo, me and Janina.

FUBAR group minus 1. Kenneth, Me, Mikkel, Sofyan, Florian, Lisa, Leann and Ricardo (squatting).



At the bus stop with Eddie the Tank!!



With the buds...

Apparently, the pictures of the North Sea I've been uploading are not of the North Sea but are in fact of the Oreson Sea. Oh well.



The Sea of Oreson

The way to Copenhagen, 26 kms away.



Bus 121 Koge at Hundige. To Karlslunde.

Something I wrote for someone some years back when I was still in college. I was supposed to give her a gift together with the letter but someway, somehow I never got to doing it.

I know it looks cheap and I know it is cheap. In fact, it is free...but everything that can be bought is cheap, even a Ferrari or a Rolls Royce. What is expensive then? What is priceless? Those that are expensive are things that can neither be seen, nor touched, nor heard, nor tasted, nor smelled. What is expensive is that which can be contained in a needlepoint yet at the same time encompass the universe. What is priceless can never be touched, nor smelled, nor tasted, nor seen, nor heard. They cannot be bought, put in the pocket, thrown in the trash and, in fact, can hardly be said at all. However, what is priceless can be felt by the heart. Things like joy, sorrow, excitement and despair are what I mean. These are priceless. So, what have you felt today?