Rush on Seven Darn Episodes

old stuffs are here.

new ones are over there.

A: I want to watch your face.
B: hmm…
…
B: why?
A: You seem to like it very much. I want to see your face when you do.
B: light’s on?
A: Uh, nope. I’ll get the phone.
B: haha. no video.
A: Just the light.
…
B: why do you smile?
A: …
B: …
A:You look priceless when you do it.
B: Like the credit card ad?
A: haha
B: …
A: How can I make you happy?
B: …
A: …
B: i’m happy.
A: …

lupet.

The sticker read: Red, White and Blue. Bestselling… Hardcore.

great. So let’s see. Bestsellers have the quality that the masses like. Ya know like gore, blondes, histrionics. Anyway, they tick and so I was curious.

It cost a few bucks and it was fine. Afterall, there’s the net to confirm if something is just so so or uber fine. It so happened that this one got  raves.

And so.

I have endured the longest queue in my life trying to hide my face from everybody because I am buying… er, porn. ye.

What am I to do? I am in so dire need of inspiration that I willing to sell my soul for
that one big idea. Okay, that’s just half meant (nervous laf). fux.
Don’t get excited. See, if you are a writer. bwahaha. or desperately trying to be one, you should try to ingest as much crap churned by pop culture as you can. (I have read somewhere that it is indeed the case and so no use arguing that am trying to justify the caper and, no, sugar, I am not being defensive. eh?)

Anyway, it just happened that the material was okay and it served its end. Wahaha. It is now buried in the deepest abyss of my hard drive waiting for my pass in case things gets…

er, where are we..

Ah, yeah. It’s a hard to be writer. Really. Trust me.

if there’s such a thing as a deafening silence, then there’s this thing called deafening heat and I am in the middle of it.

dang.

aaaack. what’s with the summer? WTF is the sun angry or anythin?

I must admit that it hasn’t been long since I was excited to see somebody and felt the butterflies flutter inside. In fact, every Wednesday I do, and Friday sometimes.

But.

Those never compare when I sat next to you, I don’t know if you can remember, back in the dance and you were considering the fact that I don’t exist. I didn’t know that being close to you and feel our skin touch would be that kind of an experience.  I could feel you breathe and for some reason, like a dog (lol) it made me feel glad.

I thought perhaps its the same as hearing you doze under the bed covers in this sunny April morn.

I wonder what it would be like if I call you mine.

So goes why.

I am getting spammed with work. god, i dunno whats with the year’s first quarter that I couldn’t barely move away from the pc. there’s some addiction to it you know.

but some days back i saw this news about the call center dude who died in a pool of blood because of stress. sheesh, what will i do with all those account wires if i suddenly run out of breath: nothing. zilch. nada. kaput.

well, in fairness, i enjoy my work and I have read somewhere that mine draws me a step away from getting an alzheimer’s D. Also, it sure does feel good when your ears are filled with the sweet and melodious rhythm of the, er.. cash register.

seems like things are going nice for everybody, the news had it: every 9 flips have their jobs. and its the year of the pig, so lets feast.

I am getting spammed with work. god, i dunno whats with the year’s first quarter that I couldn’t barely move away from the pc. there’s some addiction to it you know.

but some days back i saw this news about the call center dude who died in a pool of blood because of stress. sheesh, what will i do with all those account wires if i suddenly run out of breath: nothing. zilch. nada. kaput.

well, in fairness, i enjoy my work and I have read somewhere that mine draws me a step away from getting an alzheimer’s D. Also, it sure does feel good when your ears are filled with the sweet and melodious rhythm of the, er.. cash register.

seems like things are going nice for everybody, the news had it: every 9 flips have their jobs. and its the year of the pig, so lets feast.

except for getting caught forcin a hooker to give him a head, Hugh Grant is proving that hes every ounce the golden dude the brits exported, hehe perhaps since the beatles. This mtv says it all.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S0A7dtdc-nU

amusing eh? watch a bit of Music and Lyrics and there’s more.

it’s true talent does run in the family.

Let’s see…

Before I die, I’d like to sleep in the Tam-awan village and dream of the mountain haiku that conceived all the sons of Kidlat Tahimik.

what does it mean when people say you look like their ex?

is that supposed to be demeaning?

is it proper to ask who left who?

i have been an ex look alike for the nth time and the latest of which happened this morning. I have not seen a person who’s a splitting likeness of me so far, so weren’t there some discrepancy somewhere.