the cranes overseas adventures are about to come to a temporary end as he embarks on a journey back into the world of barely legal academia.....kudos to him.....but poor me as i have already publicly announced my inability to handle his intensity on a regular basis and now the winding down partying has exponentiated his intensity causing us to get drunk 5x more often but more importantly i'm getting punched 50x an hour rather than 25x an hour......regardless of my whining, abundance of leisure and liquor are great catalysts for photoblogs and story telling....


i used to post pictures of this couple as an awesomely awkwardly awestruck scenario of luvy duvy affection....my initial reaction has changed....now as laura put it best "why do the 2 of them have to be all over each other all the time, must they talk so close? oh, he's basically sucking her cheeck off"



so friday night didn't begin at night...rather friday night started with friday morning emails. my "letting myself go" routine led me to head over to willie's apt (currently inhabited by larry) at 2pm and we ensued to down a bottle of vodka by 5pm and passing out till 7pm....i headed home and rested in hangover mode for almost 5 hours until i returned to the apt to find larry, having lost no steam, with willie and bennet on the way to 'the lab'.  larry is in no need of an alterego and the crane is probably only a comical adjectif for pun purposes relating to me, but if he were to have a mr hyde it'd be less mister and more canine.....barking like a dog and chasing after dogs is common routine for him but this time he decided to cross the street and yell at cars before we arrived at the bar....


untamed wilderbeasts got nothing on lars in terms of appetite and rage....and hygiene....



we came back to the willie's apt sans bennet to finish up the remaining vodka only to have larry whining about cigarettes and food...and so we trekked down the street to the convenience store for noodles and sandwiches with larry topless...me and willie following behind hiding under our umbrellas from the rain holding a bottle of shampooo..



i've spent routine days with larry heading to the gym, going for dinner then out to drinks with him eventually passing out on the couch and the next day we'll head back out to the gym together....all whilst him NOT SHOWERING AT ALL....he claims to make cameo's back home every 24hours or so for 30 minutes only to shower and change, but this night had gone long enough where getting the man to wash up could be parlayed in the form of comical relief......


cold noodles and microwavable chicken burgers took priority.....then...SHAMPOO.







the rain didn't have enough water pressure so larry had to come home and use kramers elephant showerhead to rinse off....might have had too much power causing him to slip and fall...



 like most attention deficient altered-beasts...a bump and a bruise can be quickly forgotten with the sight of food....




the previous weekend, the 2 homeboys, larry and willie, woke up after a heavy friday night and barged into my apt saturday morning waking me up with beers and sandwiches....finally after getting up i headed to the shitter to....shit. larry breaks the lock and dumps beer on my head.  this weekend...they woke up and started drinking again.....NUTS!


 


 


 


 


 








Juanes
Para tu amor
Transcripci鏮 de Wady Tupiza
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AUTOR: Juanes
ALBUM: Mi Sangre (2004)
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Para tu amor, lo tengo todo
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Desde mi sangre hasta la esencia de mi ser
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Y para tu amor que es mi tesoro, tengo mi vida toda entera a tus pies
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Y tengo tambi幯 un coraz鏮 que se muere por dar amor
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Y que no conoce el fin
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Para tu amor no hay despedidas
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Para tu amor yo solo tengo eternidad
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Y para tu amor que me ilumina, Tengo una luna un arco iris y un clavel
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Coro
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Por eso yo te quiero
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Tanto que no se como explicar, lo que siento
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Hoy y siempre Gracias yo te doy a ti mi amor Por existir

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Lo tengo todo y lo que no tengo tambi幯 Lo conseguir?
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Para tu amor, Que es mi tesoro tengo mi vida toda entera a tus pies
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Y tengo tambi幯 un coraz鏮 que se muere por dar amor
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Y que no conoce el fin
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Un coraz鏮 que late por vos

Coro
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Tanto que no se como explicar, lo que siento
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G# A#m7 C# D#
Yo te quiero Con el alma y con el coraz鏮 Te venero
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Hoy y siempre Gracias yo te doy a ti mi amor Por existir

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the whole looking at my life in "phases" was sparked last year by a murakami quote....and the monday posts' reference to my lifes next phase as european-esque was a starry-eyed (jaeger/goldschlager) joke....although i'd have to say that if there were pre-requisites to following that path prior to actually moving...i'd say that i've hit some key points voluntarily in the past month....1. i made a conscious statement to make a move out to europe for a good period of time if things don't work out here - i'll get a good feel for where things are headed in a few months but 3-5 year growth buffer is more realistic, 2. the switch to wine as of late has been purely a mood setter, pairing bbq'ed goodies with australian and spanish wines...and the 3rd. im watching futbol! started with GOAL!...but now with watching clips of ronalhdino online and espn highlights, fancy footwork has new meaning.......






Dad advised, however, that it takes a long, deep planning period to really ascertain the horizon.  Which, sounds like such common sense advise, but it's so easy to overlook in way of pride. 
 

'Trust' - is not so easy to manufacture. 

 

 

i don't think i'll ever make a non-drinking bet ever again, i might admit that parts of me looks back in a sort of pathetic retrospect thinking "it's cool that i was able to stray away from inebriated bliss for a whole 30 days" but in that same moment its backlash of realization that my life might revolve around fermented liquids seems rather one-sided....eh..c'est la vie....(rationale: phase 3 of my life - european-esque) 


and so it's been 2 months since my defeat...and fittingly following a couple of "letting yourself go" posts, my losing end of the deal was to ingest 5 ba wans (deep fried gluttonous pork balls) in 30 minutes...the king of excuses could have technically moved the eating event another month, but i took a deep breath and just 'let myself go'...


they've always called me an anomaly for not liking local taiwanese cuisine...and in true form...i'll stick to that title after i was ba-wan deviginized....how could anyone find the site of that deep fried kirby soaking/boiling in oil then later smothered in pink sauce tasty? (if you're going to use all that oil, DEEP FRY IT....let it be crispy like KFC....who the heck boils in oil??) the site of the lady pulling 5 out of the vat of oil almost made me hyperventilate.....



the first 2 went down quite fast....keep in mind, as anorexic as you think i am LOP, i'm still around 75 kilo's and able to take down enough food to maintain that size....but the third was a push...especially when i had to drink all the oily remants down with it...larry/janie tandem just wouldn't let me get away with anything...gluk gluk gluk, pretty much the edible version of castor oil....the 4th was absolute death...the gluttonouse outsides started to get caught in my throat and the repetitive flavor of OIL was just pushing me to the brink of nauseau.....but i kept forging ahead knowing i was past the midway point only to reach the dreadful last one....which i needed to take 4 breathers over a 11 minute span...this wasnt' a bout of competitive eating...but rather a fear factor challenge of sorts....


the first bite tasted exactly how i'd imagined it...oily and gluey...overextended forearm of garlic jut into my mouth (which i still taste right now) as the cilantro only half tried to balance the cardiac arrest of flavors....the pork filling was just flat out EHH....



pressure and sweat led me to take the sweater off.....




oh there's gonna be a long makeout session with the treadmill today.

being with the crane is like walking with an intravenous of intensity....or is it more like a 5'10 mosquito with biceps the size of canonballs buzzing 2mm away from ur face and jabbing stings into all sides of your body? whichever the correct comparison it may be, i wasn't the one that captured the genre of the moment....julie beat me to the philosophers punch by shrieking "i'm sick of you and your stupid muscles...."


it took me about 30 seconds (stirring up images of his constant forearm, bicep flexing not only during workouts but also down the street, at the 7-11, at the supermarket, at subway)....to realize it's histrionic potential but it hit home as i too realized "YES LARRY I TOO AM SICK OF YOU AND YOUR STUPID MUSCLES"....hahaha.....the more i yelled it across the street....the more water it held but rather than comically yelling at the aboriginie it seemed more that i was yelling at myself....i'm sick of living that men's health/14yr-old-female-xangan lifestyle...i want to let myself go! it's really just too hard to 'maintain'...probably due to the way 'we' party...maybe the only way to yin-yang this lushful excessive know-no-limit-liver-damage lifestyle is to maintain the strict mon-fri nutritional pyramid....and on top all pathetic of pathetic i had an urge to write a song about lettuce.....so as far as rainy days, gloomy ballads and self aware posts go this one will take the cake....i'm gonna go join one of those blogrings now...hahah....and after that....call the crane to hit the gym.....



there are certain trends that are happening with loppy and co that i can only get jealous when i see pictures....(viet is the new korean)....and while lopstar claims that we're half a team out here in the islands of asia, the specifics of crude behavior, ie writing on faces, is more of a hoantran idea, and without him that aspect of weeknights have been tamed, until YOUR PICTURES.....really, i'm embarrassed to post all angles of our artwork as it doesn't compare to eyelid masterpiece....but...i'd like y'all to focus on 'EQUUS'



and while we cannot fully adapt your trends to the lifestyle out here....have no fear that we've taken the next steps to create our own following......(18 is the new 22 - or whatever the holepunching fingersgirls age is...hahaha).....oh yea...HYBRIDS....that trend....keepin' it alive....



 

"when you pee...do you force it out or just let it come out naturally.....???" - wTeng


 


 


 


 

i just paid the most expensive haircut of my life and to be honest im not completely sure the price justifies the cut...i really shouldn't be waning back and forth figuring out if i like it or not...but then again it might be because i tie it too closely with its monetary value....regardless...it was a 2 hour experience in which the follicles were tussled by a guy named elvis and his assistant who felt the need to blowdry my hair for a good 30 minutes.....and in conjunction with posting this beautfication experience, last night i had larry tell me i am the 2nd most vain person he knows (u'll have to guess who took number 1 spot away from me), while a nodding janie ranked me 3rd under a chick and a gay man.....

jeez my tolerance sucks lately....and to think of it...it's pretty much sucked since i left the states...i completely forgot the kind of champ i used to be until will reminded me last week and its been even more evident the past 2 weeks that im a weak slop as i've turned up the nighttime outings....


meet kitty....she's manager of "the bed"



kitty likes bennett



but wanted a picture with me too...



18 again?....and once again....a short cameo....i think i was there for around 30 minutes before i couldn't see straight anymore.