ICQ ID: 132625782 AIM Nickname: PauliYester
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Everything about Paul that: a. You didn't know how to ask; or b. You didn't really want to know. Either way, here's my bio On May 18, 1979, I was born to two proud parents, Aniceto Talosig, Sr. and Lourdes Talosig. I was born in a little village called Promiseland in the middle of a little province called Peņa Blanka in the middle of a little valley called the Cagayan Valley in the Northeastern region of a little island called Luzon which was part of a little country called the Philippines. When I turned one, my mother sent me to America to live with my grandmother while she finished making preparations for her arrival to America. Fast-forward past my elementary, middle and high school years to my Army years. I joined the Army in October of 1996 and shipped out for Basic Training (what most of you like to call "Boot Camp") on 24 July 1997. I found myself in the midst of scared kids like myself and a handful of half-crazy men we called Drill Sergeants. With the exception of a few Privates, we graduated and were sent out into the world to be soldiers. Some went to Germany, some went to Korea. Some went to Ft. Carson, Colorado, some went to I don't know where. I ended up in the armpit of Texas, Ft. Hood. I belonged to the First Cavalry Division, and the unit patch I wore on my left shoulder carried such a stigma with it that even after I got out, it was still universally recognized by the men of my California Army National Guard Unit. Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself. While I was at Ft. Hood, I was assigned to C Company, 1st Battalion, 12th Cavalry Regiment when I initially became an M1A1 Tank Driver. Not long after my arrival, we turned in our M1A1 tanks for newer, cooler and more technologically advanced M1A2 tanks. After about a year, I was promoted and moved up into the position of Tank Loader which meant I was the tank bitch-boy. The other three crewmembers were stuck at their stations throughout the entirety of any mission we performed, but me, the lowly loader, only had responsibilities while we were actually shooting. Blah. "Talosig get this, Talosig get that was the phrase of the century. It wasn't long until I was promoted to Tank Gunner which carried a huge responsibility. I was responsible for the tank when the Tank Commander was not around, I was responsible for the welfare of my two troops, the driver and the loader, and I was responsible to keep the Tank Commander's job as easy as possible. After my promotion to gunner, I learned that our unit was to be deployed to Bosnia-Herzegovina to take part in the United Nations Peacekeeping mission. I also learned that I would have to give up my tank and get on a High Mobility Multi-Wheeled Vehicle - HumVee for short. Six months and hundreds of missions later, I found myself back in Ft. Hood doing the same thing that I'd done prior to my departure for Bosnia. Not but two months after my return back to the United States, I was released from the Active Army into the civilian world. On November 19, 1999 I was set free. I worked a couple of odd jobs and three months after my release I left for a Police Academy in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Seven weeks of downright fun taught me to be tactical and tactful. I learned a multitude of things while I was there, but the highlight was the firearms. I learned every aspect of the Smith and Wesson 5906 9mm pistol, the Colt M16 Assault Rifle, the Benelli Super90 Semi-automatic shotgun and the Remington 870 Pump-Action shotgun. After the basic academy, I was sent back to California to undergo 6 more weeks of training to become a member of the Department of Energy Special Response Team (DOE SRT). SRT is one of the many acronyms used to describe essentially the same thing: Special Weapons and Tactics. That's right, folks, I was a SWAT team member. After a short while, however, I had a little mishap in the Live-Fire Shoothouse (LFHS) during a dynamic entry training event, and because the wrong people happened to be watching, I was demoted to patrol. Yay. So now, I wear the blue uniform instead of the black one. Well, that's my history. Now, what is it that Paul does when he's not kicking some serious ass? I'll tell you what. I play lead guitar in a band called Redline. Check out the webpage. I'm also an amateur photographer, and will include some of my works on this page sometime in the future. I've been having an affair with music for years. Since I was a child. My parents both sing and are quite amazing when they sing duets. My three older brothers all play guitar, their abilities ranging from Not-So-Great to Almost-As-Good-As-Paul. Ha ha ha. This affair with music covers every genre except for rap. Well, some of those "songs" are okay, but most of them, I can't stand. I just think it's preposterous for someone to take a pencil and paper, write down a few words that rhyme, "kick it" to a stolen sample and then call it "music." Absolutely ridiculous. I bet some of you are wondering, "I wonder how far this love of music goes..." And yes, even country. Matter of fact, my favorite country song is "Papa Loved Mama" by Garth Brooks. Ha ha ha. Well, I shall end here with a parting quote from one of my favorite websites: "There are no stupid questions, but there are a LOT of inquisitive idiots." |
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