Imagine, you are standing in the middle of a growling crowd filled with good-looking (and not so good-looking) people whose eyes are all glued to your wide forehead. You are palpitating, nauseated, and severely exhausted because you’re afraid to spend the remaining 200 pesos for food since you just borrowed it from your kapitbahay just to reach Quezon City. You haven’t slept a bit, eaten a bit, flossed a bit–all for that one hundred peso jackpot question and a special package you’ll never expect to be that freaking awesome. And then you realized…

Neil to Kempee de Leon: “Oh c’mon… No!”

Why’s mom already jumping and screaming?

Neil to Allan K, “Really? Hindi nga?”

Two weeks have passed already, But until now, I still couldn’t believe that I actually won one thing my mom has been dying to grab for the last 22 years of her trying to join Eat Bulaga and other game and variety shows on television. Yes, for 22 years she was among those leg-aching, sweat-looking, stench-infiltrating hopefuls who are patient enough to fall in line for hours. And I hated her for doing that. Not anymore.

That day was like the other day before we call that day a ‘day’. No, I don’t even want to call that a day since that was an unfortunate day, like this day. Am I confusing you? It was a Tuesday, and I was supposed to tell what happened last Monday. May Day. M’aidez. Blah.

HELL DAY

Flashback. May 29. I was cramming for my narrative report due on Wednesday (though I’ve been trying to finish everything during weekends where I was least busy.) I had not slept yet and burning with fever. Worse, my headache just pissed every letter on the keyboard off and jammed my compositions such as ‘boa constricter’ or ‘bowbob’ from The Little Prince. Though during those unholy dawn hours my half-sleeping brothers were supporting intrapersonally, I knew I could finish the narrative on time. And that time was 6:30 am. Very nice. My armpits were already stinking and my hands were sticky like glue. No, paste—the gawgaw-based ones. I was wasted.

But after a few seconds of clicking Print on the menu bar, I stormed my mom’s pocket on top of our rice dispenser. “Mommy, wala na pong i—“ The light weight of my mom’s wallet stunned me. We have no printer ink. And we have no money to buy even the cheapest ink refillers. Now, how can I submit this to our English critic who happened to be a kilometer and a half away from our place on time?

Feeling that kind of mixed drainage and desperation, my mom rushed out of our house hoping that our belief to Good Samaritanship can materialize at a short period of time. A fifty peso bill is all I need, I said to mom. She knows I cannot face the world with a swelling prick head and stinky armpits so she did the door knocking. But it took us two hours for that short period of time. Worse, it was tears, not a fifty peso bill, that greeted me when mom forced herself back in our house with an empty hand. No one would lend us such an amount. I was doomed. (Later I found out that mom was crying in the middle of the road every time she was being denied.)

Instead of worrying about the INC on my class card, my family pushed me to take the remaining hours for sleeping even if I really wanted not to miss how will Anna Theresa Licaros bag another Miss Photogenic award on this year’s Miss Universe. Speaking of sleeping, I pinged my internship supervisor and called it quits for an excusable absence since my fever was really worsening and that I can hardly read the characters on my phone.

Fast forward, I woke up around 3 pm and there boomed my brother playing PSX games on our desktop PC and my mom feeding our lovebirds outside. Realizing that nobody’s worrying about my project, I dug out all my thingies in case I might have slid a peso or two to suffice my print jobs and my one-way jeepney fare to Indang, Cavite. And I did. Only that it was but a Hongkong dollar. Ten HK$ to be exact. Convert it and you’ll get 60 pesos; more than enough to buy me a garlic chicken with 4 extra rice (which I used to order).

4:00, I sprinted from our house to Dasma Bayan just to catch the early closure of money changers. Err, not exactly running 5 kilometers but the tricycle drivers will do the the rest of my calorie burning. Even if I might collapse at any second I lose breath, I cared the least. I need to submit my narrative report at the soonest time possible. And I was starving.

Yet Time and Fate (and hydrochloric acid) were not charitable to me. I arrived at an already closed money changer at 4:45. Though not yet 5 according to my atomic clock-synched wristwatch, they closed their doors at a feverish, headache-ish, hyperacidish, sleeplessish weasel who only wanted to have a 50 pesos to print his project. The next money changers did the same damn cruel deed. I so wanted to cry at that moment, my knees were ready to take any chances of public fainting.

But no! There’s still SM Dasmarinas! I still have a chance. I don’t care if there were only a finger countable number of jeepneys per 15 minutes that go straight to SM. I don’t care if another tricycle driver would not start his motor at the most convenient time. I don’t care if it’s hard to count my fare comprised of so many 25 centavo coins (wala talaga akong pera). I need my 50 pesos! BADLY!

Though my watch was already screaming ‘It’s over now, dude. Go home. No one will receive your project but those ghosts inside the faculty room’, I insist. If I can do it now, why tomorrow?

“Sorry po sir, we need at least your school ID for validation. Balik ka na lang po.”

Boom. I lost my ID somewhere in Pala-pala. I cannot go back to our house and spend another 30 pesos for my transpo. I have no money left but ten Hongkong dollars. The desk lady of the money changing stall shook his head while I bowed my forehead and tried to think happy thoughts so I could fly off to Neverland.

Frustrated, exhausted, nauseated. I was out of my mind when I stared at the Super Lotto ticket box at a PCSO Lotto outlet inside SM Dasma. The box was empty—probably a thousand might have already betted their numbers and left me clueless if I could still have as much money as I want to for the morrow deadline. I picked a Megalotto stub and pulled a ballpoint to slash some numbers. But for no apparent reason, I just returned the stub to its box with an unfinished slashing and headed towards the jeepney terminal outside that gray cruel shopping mall.

The tricycle I rode towards home lost its grip for no good reason, too. Though I paid the driver appropriately, I didn’t leave the place without bashing his carelessness of how to stop the tricycle when someone says ‘Sa tabi lang po, para’.

My day was a blast-off. My fever got raging hot. My head’s like being punched repeatedly by a 4-year old toddler. My eyes were swelling due to my body temp. My legs weren’t moving for cramps. I have walked too much, ran too much, stood too much, but all I got were sorry faces from my mom and my brothers who, until that time, were still penniless and hopeless. I said to myself, Alas, I’ll end this day with an early deep sleep! I hope there’s still tomorrow.

Then I heard my phone vibrating…

We arrived late at the Broadway Centrum. Seemed like my unlucky jinx didn’t leave my back just yet.

We left the house at the earliest time possible. I wasn’t able to sleep still (OMG, I’m still sleepless after the phone call from Eat Bulaga that I was among the contestants for the On the Spot May 30 Episode), I wasn’t able to take a decent breakfast, and I wasn’t able to ping everyone that I’m gonna join this competition (except for a few online friends). No, pinging everyone for making it to the studios was not a good idea (felt like I was boasting and everything so I zipped).

The start of the day seemed to spoil everything. Is this a sequel of my series of bad luck yesterday? Aside from forgetting some items at home, traffic from Imus, Cavite to Baclaran was annoyingly hellish. It was Wednesday, and Wednesday is Baclaran Day and Baclaran Day is Wednesday Worship Day at the Baclaran Church. Totally ironic to earn that religious favor for our misfortunes even at the day of screening. But no, I was thankful enough that Eat Bulaga didn’t pick those aspirants who, during the initial interview, went on throbbing about their sick/dying parents, their working student lifestyle, among others that spelled ‘miserable life’ in bold capital letters. They picked me, the seriously no-gooder at sob storytelling. Thank God, losing my brother’s college schooling for not getting any scholarship is sincere enough to convince Eat Bulaga that I need that money badly.

The building was already freaking filled with people. It’s 10:30 am already, and no kolehiyala-looking dudes and dudettes were scrambling for excitement. Reaching Eat Bulaga at 8:30 sharp was mandatory, and yet I was 2 hours late. Lucky me.

But I just felt like the aura got changed in a snap. The security guards let me sign on the list of studio contestants and entered the studios with an expensive Baccalaureate polo (courtesy of Kuya), black pants from Baleno and new shoes. Thank you graduation ceremony.Oh my Jinx. You’ve finally left me alo–

NOT! Le jinx didn’t end its nasty antics. One, I left my ID pictures inside my bag which was deposited at the snobbish security guard who bashed me for being so careless and forgetful. Two, I wasn’t called by the EB staff for the second interview. Three, I made a mistake on inputting my reason for joining in English (I found it really elitist that I am so-so rich but had the nerve to join a contest for the masses). Four, I didn’t finish filling up my form for the complete identification. Five, I was not oriented about the what-to-do-when-you’re-already-there. And six, I was drowsy and my tummy’s already rabidly boiling due to hyperacidity (I love stress!).

Here are the video links: PART 1, PART 2, PART 3 (My moment–IKEE!!), PART 4, PART 5 (The Finale.Laftoff, hir I come!)

Fact: The elimination portion was a no-brainer. That is, I lost my brain for three seconds for not knowing that Freedie Aguilar was really that darn popular. Good thing the hosts just felt like squealing the answers for (stupid) people like me (Thank you Francis M and Allan K)

Another fact: When the boxes were opened, I stared blankly at the audience. And then Keempee said “Look, panalo ka!” I just said “Oooh cmon. No!” Point blank. I didn’t notice they were already pulling me towards the center and that I was not wearing my school ID but my internship site’s. Nice! Wala talaga ako sa sarili.

Another crazy fact: Was I jumping? Yes. I was told to do so even if I nearly puked on the stage. My body fluids were really out of control. I was actually tripped by the platform because my feet got a sudden painful cramp.

Much crazier other fact: About Alan K asking me for the real score of the label ‘President’ in my ‘Presidential Scholarship’? I mean it. It’s just a label. But you know what? I was like ready for a whistleblow but Anjo suddenly started blabbing. Good thing, though.

This is the craziest fact ever: I was a heaven lot happier when I finally found out that I’m gonna bring home the laptop. True. Who among you doesn’t want to have a dual core notebook for free, huh? And oh, I forgot to thank Eat Bulaga for the prize and the job opportunity (job offer sa 24 Oras? Ikee!). THANK YOU EAT BULAGA! I even forgot to greet all my friends and relatives here and around the world. Grabe.

Imagine, a sleepy head who once refused to make some mood on auditioning for Eat Bulaga’s On the Spot, who badly wrote a diary of himself in front of the public on the spot, who came late to Broadway Studio, and the one who forgot his requirements for checking, bagged that freakind hundred thousand pesos and a notebook. It was really amazing that Mom was there all along. Dang, if it wasn’t here insistence, then I might be inside Jollibee toiling for all our humongous debts that I later found after winning.

Sigh. Now this is what it feels like winning. All sweaty, stinky, and itchy with hyperacidity. But who cares? We all felt like doing Joey de Leon’s Itaktak mo.

TRIVIA: Right after the contest proper, I had my check signed already. Tax-free. And the laptop? Airconditioning fresh! We didn’t finish watching the rest of Eat Bulaga since I badly needed to report for my OJT. And oh, look at my ID. It’s not my school’s. Hahah! Wala talaga sa sarili.

Now ko lang nalaman. I was mentioned on 24 Oras that same day. A friendly kapitbahay told me about it. Am not sure but if it’s true, Godliness! I hope I can really make it there…

MARAMING SALAMAT

To Juice and Jhed who first knew about it, thank you for your earliest support. To Billycoy, Christian, Kevin, Rens, Shari, Yna et al who do/don’t have the link-loving and documented my worldwide noontime bigtime triumph, thank you very much. ( I cannot track you all in case those who were not mentioned did feature me on their blogs. My apologies. I’m no good at bloghopping except when I find your posts really really sensible. And I was busy. Huhu. )

I know you are all uber disappointed that I didn’t even treat you during our most recent blogger meetup. Me and my juicy ATM. Here’s my biggest take. I can’t. I couldn’t. I still have a lot of bills to pay. Paid them already. And they’re watching over my account (haha). Probably next time. Honest. (Did I ever lie to you?)

And to the rest of the blogosphere who congratulated me: charles, jon, benj, ann, japboy, jigs, hyro, andianka, lance, ate tin-tin, ymir, xienah, talamasca , rowjie, and melai, and to the rest of the world, familiar and anonymous, human or semi, local or international, THANK YOU EFFIN MUCH!

To my family and friends who flooded my Friendster account with lots of comments and testimonials (which are not always approved), thank you very much. To my relatives everywhere who came out of nowhere, thank you for reminding me that you are one of our relatives (I reiterate: I didn’t win a million pesos, okay? Stop watching Wowowee or you’ll wait forever (ie. Two months and a lot of talking. Minus that juicy 20% tax. Hahahaha! Lol)

My apologies. I am not creative at expressing my gratitude in writing. Really. I like it personal. So sue me.

PS: Wala lang. Some of the commenters talaga were not really reading. They were really unaware of the blog they visit. Ergo, they were not actually aware that I just won a hundred thousand bucks. Isn’t that stupid? They just skim and spam. Rushing is not a lame excuse so no thank you. Hahah. Kidding.

Since the day I landed on that venue with a hundred grand in my pocket, my life has been a roller coaster ride.Maraming kumikilala, maraming lumalapit,maraming nakikipunyagi. And most of the time I’d rather glue myself researching for our TVC prodhouse rather than storytelling about my feat in On The Spot Jackpot of Eat Bulaga.

Have received so many text messages a few minutes after my win. My apologies for not replying. Huhu. There were so many anonymous texters and callers, i had no idea how to comply with their remarks for I was thinking about my tight sked that day to report on my
internship in Makati rather than jumping for joy with the pinoy TV subscribers in Broadway. And of course, every dabarkad knows me and my green silk polo. Was tightly on guard with opportunists, honestly. Musta naman yun, pagka-panalo ko, trabaho kaagad. At amoy kili-kili pa ako when I went to Makati.

Wala lang.. nagpapasalamat ako sa mga nakakaalala sa akin. Wala na akong balita sa mga naging classmates ko o mga kamag-anak ko due to my ‘hectic’ness and all. Nagbigay-tulay ang panalong ito sa mga dati kong naging kaibigan at kakilala.

Pasensya na I can’t share my winnings. Not only that I haven’t en/incashed it yet (ano ba tamang spelling?), but I have to comply with our financial obligations as well. Ayokong gastusin ang pera for the lesser and insignificant expenditures. Pero malay niyo, magpakain ako (read co-bloggers ^_^ andyan naman si Yna). Besides, it’s my money naman anyway. Hahahaha. Selfishness is the best policy.

Will blog about it. Basta, just check my site once in a while. Di ko pa siya naipopost, pero if I do, I’ll ping you all.

I still have to… erh… facilitate our neighborhood. Crowd control personnel, please… assist me with all these people. Lol.

Salamat po uli. Salamat sa Panginoon at  sa lahat ng nanalangin sa aking pagkapanalo (kahit kakaunti lamang sila).

Padayon!

Just give me a lil more time to ponder. Probably about 10 hours. I need to get some decent sleep. I am still… ugh… sleepless due to my video editing and triumphant disbelief. And I have to deal with all these greetings and death threats and fan letters and disoriented neighborhood who kept on befriending my mom for balato. Asa~ hahaha. We’re through with all your plasticities, scumbags, and thank you for not lending us a hundred pesos for my narrative report printing last Tuesday and 200 pesos for my transpo to Makati and for worsening my fever because of your foolish selfishness

(details later)

For the meantime, here’s my embarrassing performance in a karaoke cubicle in SM Dasmarinas with my family. As if it’s really embarrassing compared to my–ugh–mental and muscular palpitations last Wednesday…. ugh.

See you later!

I got this from Prudence and I just want to try it out. After all, who doesn’t want to increase his/her Alexa Rank?

So you want to do it too?

Just follow the instructions:

~Start Copying Here~

Alexa Redirect Train by Carl Ocab.

Rules:

Put anything you like above this list – Chit Chat, talkies, introduce what this is. Something like that.

Start copying on the “~Start Copying Here~” and copy all the things listed without removing the links. (Of course, the train would be no use without those links.)

Move all the sites labeled “Newcomers” to the list labeled “Oldies.”

Add 5 sites that you want to include in the train and make their link like this: http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?www.example.com then invite them to join the train.

Visit all the listed sites! (That’s not much work! Remember, if you plant good seeds they will also grow good) and look at your high Alexa ranking next week!

Newcomers:
ES2PIDO|Estudyanteng Pinoy Dormitorian
Billycoy’s Blasted Brain Blogs
The Dork Factor
YNA
Juice

Oldies:

Prudence and Madness
Unsent: Notes To and From My Former Self
L.A.’s Artworks
The Journal of the Jester-In-Exile
Atheista
Shari
Will
Ade
Liz
Helga
Female Gamer
Garry Conn
Pinoy Seminars
Sasha@Akoni
Bookmarks
Cafe Romanza
Blog About Money Online
Manila Mom
ScottPot
How to earn money online?
Quasi Fictional
Make Money Blogging!
Make Money Online 2.0
Nate Whitehill
Jozzua
Grow your Writing Business
CultureShiok
Gary Lee
Smart Wealthy Rich
TechZi
Make Money Online with a 13-year Old
Erik Karey: Internet Entrepreneur
Tjantunen.com
Hate The Grind
Earn Money Blogging

Sasha
Ate Ghee
Mousey Ju
Cai
Karen/Malaya
Wendy
Jenny
Fhaye
Karmi
Manilenya
KeysiNunez

~End Copying Here~

I”m skeptical at this one. But based on the testimonials from the past winners of this program… like, huwaw, a 42′ plasma TV? For real? And for free? Holy cow, I really want to grab that opportunity.

Bids4Prizes does that. And now, for US internet subscribers only, you can grab this once–no–even as many as you want–opportunity to get items, BIG items that is, by just bidding the lowest unique bid.

Still confused? Click the badge below:

PPP Direct cuts out the massive overhead. Why? Here’s their complete explanation of how PPP direct would be a lot more beneficial to you:

Keep more of the money you have earned.

PPP Direct cuts out the middleman (including ourselves) in transactions that are driven by your blog. You can still participate in ours and others marketplace programs if you want to, but it doesn’t make any sense to pay so much when you are generating the advertiser lead. PPP Direct only charges a 10% service fee, and nearly 5% of that is PayPal and Credit Card Fees.Think about it.
Why would you ever want to take less money? Why would the advertiser want to give half to the blog marketplace? With PPP Direct the advertiser gets more bang for their buck and you make more money.

Security
I can tell you that as a blogger and an advertiser I wouldn’t want to be on either side of that transaction.. sounds very messy and I could get taken on for a ride. For such as small fee I would rather know that I am going to get paid as a blogger and get my post as an advertiser. We provide a level of security for both parties that the transaction will be completed in a manner that makes buyer and seller happy.

Ease of Use
Our widget makes the entire process fast and easy for both parties, particularly advertisers. Advertisers can use their credit cards and don’t need to go through the painful PayPal process. They can also access their existing PPP account balance to easily make purchases.

Tax Reporting
If you are accepting payment for Posts you need to report that income to Uncle Sam or risk the wrath of the IRS. Every PPP Direct offer is accounted for in your year end tax statement from PPP.

Marketing
We are building a directory of PPP Direct bloggers and will be promoting those that have adopted the technology in the meantime. PPP Direct will ultimately mean more Opps for quality bloggers.

Where competitors like ReviewMe charge 50-100% markup and keep up to half your money, PPP Direct only charges a 10% fee, 5% of which goes to transaction fees for PayPal and credit card processing.

Oh, I have just started having PayPerPost in monetizing through blogs.

Be it capitalistic, but the opportunity that PayPerPost, among all web monetizing programs available on the internet, made weblogging a bit more useful and motivating, second to our point of making blogging a ‘good source of inspiration’ and ‘output of personal sorts’.

And now, even if I haven’t earned anything from PayPerPost, I love it for the following reasons:

1. It offers opportunities with considerably great amounts. Even a newbie in the blogosphere can easily pick opportunities which are open to everyone, now that they apparently are less strict to site ratings.

2. It’s user-friendly. By just posting the appropriate content and a little bit of copypasting, no worries. Just let them do the paying for you.

3. Earn while reviewing someone else’s post. A good method of interacting and monetizing all at the same time is by accommodating bona fide PayPerPost members with their blog reviews scheme. Well, for 7 bucks and a little bit of typing, who wouldn’t want to?

4. Soon, I can fill this up. PayPerPost has a lot of potentials.

As of this moment, PayPerPosting shall allow myself to earn as much as I can respectively with how I love blogging than monetizing. Or I made myself a bit haywirey. I know I will have a good start. But for now, PPP shall need your love–by loving me and my PayPerPosting.

Aissshhh… that’s a little bit cheesy.

That Monday lunchtime was unholy. For 3 straight hours right after I woke up (late as usual), I attempted to finish reading Francisco Sionil Jose’s ‘The Pretenders’ without eating or drinking anything. I guess you got the idea that I didn’t even brush my teeth or wash my (eventually pimple-eradicating) face or at least changed some of my (ugh! stinking) clothes. I didn’t lift a centimeter of my body on that motherly pink satiny king size bed while surprisingly my brother and his long-time boyband buddy (brrr) were strumming loudly our electric guitar, playing wild wild My Chemical Romance’s “I Don’t Love You” and “The Black Parade” consecutively. Phew, another run-on.

Think about it; I didn’t wake myself up in spite of that wracking high volume of our desktop speakers inside our room that morning. And the ground guitar speakers. They were there, and I was there and they know that I was there. Blah.

Anyway, I fell asleep (again) for that strenuous activity. Heck, reading a novel would be tiresome for a non-literature sleazy porcupine like me. Hours prior to my waking and forced vocabulary building, I did a portion of my narrative report for the nearing deadline on Friday (FYI, it’s already my second time to finish Sionil’s novel, with the first done during my Philippine Literature book chapter summary reporting ALONE).

Then all of a sudden, my Mom, whom I had not been in good terms for the PC usage issue, woke me up hastily with winking merciful eyes and a gentle, yet persuasively convincing tone.

“Neil, ano, incoming senior and fourth year college students…”

“Grglegrlggle… eh ano ngayon?”, I mumbled

“Sali tayo,”

Looking at our Tweety Bird wallclock, it’s 1 pm. “Musta naman, anong petsa na po tayo makakarating dun?” I tried to close my eyes harder and cozied my baby pillow tighter, hoping that my grogginess would pamper her away from disturbing my sanctity.

“… sige na…”

The next thing I knew, I’m already wearing my red striped polo shirt and jeans inside a tricycle, holding a book, a digital camera, and an organizer containing my (wretched) ID, some class cards, and my recent internship registration form. My mom paid 30 pesos for the special trip rush to Dasma-Bayan. Walking out of consciousness, I guess.

I was really out of my mood. To think that thousands of hopefuls might have lined themselves up on a long long queue of students inside the Broadway Centrum when we get there, I was really pessimistic that an uninspired me would make it to their screening.

And I was right.

We reached Broadway Centrum around 4 pm and look at all we’re getting… hours of standing outside while rain poured in (and onto my beautiful uncut hair) inevitably. So many students–mostlyNursing students, I estimated, who want to join “On The Spot Jackpot” of Eat Bulaga. I tried to ask some of them if anyone is taking Journalism. They all returned the question to me. No wonder they got intimidated. (Hey, no other journalism student would be cuter than I! Lol).

And I had fun with this toddler with violent tendencies. He was hitting his mom for not feeding him with junk food. Poor mother…

Then I hid my cam from potential (insecure) guys. Lol. Mom was afraid that I might not make it to the screening if they (i.e, some obscured hidden agent hired for EB spy team, lolzies) found out that some rich (excuse me, I’m not) scumbag spams the needy and had the nerve to boast his (brrrand nyuu) digicam. Hey! The girl behind me owns a Nokia N93!

Screening for On the Spot was horrendous. I reached the studio around 8:30 and there were hundreds of students who were not yet called. That’s why Eat Bulaga’s staff and crew devised a format to divide all students by batch of signing the registration (not the enrollment) forms at the entrance. To make our lives easier, they just required us to introduce ourselves as creative as possible. I nearly ended up not being called, for some proctor announced my complete name from nowhere. I really did a unique one… writing a diary in front of the crowd about a man named Brando who falls in love at first sight to a guy named Neil… hey, I’m Neil! Hahaha! Corny.

We reached home past 10 (Jumong time). We were starving. We were welcomed with a messy house with no cooked rice but some Tocino-flavored meat loaf slices fried on QB stove…

Hey, wait a minute… we have a QB stove? That uber cost and energy efficient charcoal fueled stove top that apparently runs out of stock at Venta5?

Yes, because we ran out of gasul already, Mom replied. Wow. Goodbye, three thousand pesos. Good luck to my enrollment!

Awe… we only had tuyô for our lunch.

Gawd. What a great day to wrap everything up by watching an illegally downloaded The King and the Clown movie from a friend blogger somewhere in Singapore.

ARRRRGH.

I had so many things to talk about but this… I can’t login… oh my gulay, DOWN AGAIN?

AAAAAAARRRRGH!

In fact, I posted a testimonial about my webhost (on his main site) that JayWebDesigns was “the coolest thing on the planet” (aside from Xtube). That it has never had downage on its servers. And that the user interface is friendly, and that I got a 1G storage capacity plus a 10G bandwidth. Pffft. I wanna fart.

I dunno why it’s down for quite a while but to tell you honestly, JWD has been generous to me. From 250mb to 1G, wow.

But it’s always down. AAARGH! Even free-webhost directories removed it from their credible list of available free hosting sites.

And then bloggers make kantyaw to me, especially that atheist weasel Benj. (Groowl you, benj.) And that indespicable sex toy maniac Billycoy (wapaak!). And that ampalaya Juice who graces her headsh0ts to me (slash!). And for sure, Manang misteryosang Shari is laughing her arse on the floor for my–thankyouverymuch–disastrous es2pido debut (toink–oh, my Pokemon Tackle bounced!) Lol.

And so I switched. Finally. To PHUC hosting (by Ems of nuovoinizio *wink *wink)

And I hope ate Ems will not disappoint me. Or I’ll spam her inbox with lots of porn…

Ulk. No ate Ems, don’t delete my account… please (*wink wink)

Of course, I’m not serious. It’s just that… aaargh! This post is the senselessest I’ve ever encoded. More senseless than the bwahahahahaha.

Sue me.

BTW, I have another url. neilbernardo.luv.ph . Just spreading the love for the Philippines via this free domain name. Isn’t that wonderful? Neil loves the Philippines! (Thunderstorms. Lightning Strikes.) Again, from Ate Ems. OMG. Ate Ems is my most abused word. Haha!

Oh yes, I already have that freakin’ juicy 400 (and 10) pesos for that cheap domain name subscription in cheazey, as if I’d avail one of these coupon codes. Four hundred and ten pesos. That’s my Dasmariñas to Makati plus lunch and shipping and handling daily allowance times two unused. Basically, I have internships that require me to report only once in a while. Today is one of them.

Imagine. es2pido.com. How exciting.

Will inform you all once I already set this domain up. Of course, I will ask you how to do it.

On Monday, too, I’ll be volunteering (with my pocket ready for that 200 pesos) for the Monday polls next week. Volunteering? That would be standing outside, watching over the voters, and then after a few hours, scram. Would that be exciting? ^_^