there is a wisdom in the cliche that tells of the beauty of a mountain bein appreciated when it’s fadin away. and those things people keep sayin you have with you everyday an you take for granted an its worth is realized when gone.
this blog is an ode to this very fact for I have the unfortunate fate of learning the lesson this past few days.
I have to say this.
really…
salamat po sa ilaw.
tangina
I feel a bit guilty. Nobody will know why. But as it is, things gets done because they are meant to be.
Anyway, we are up and about after that Milenyo smashed everybody flat in the ground never to rise from the dead in a weeks time (and still counting). It’s a bit funny how it actually flushed us out of our wormhole and flee to Manila (where the repairman worked till the wee hours of the morn. I actually saw one.)
That storm cost me an arm and a leg. sheesh.
because of the bastard I got to pay for an Ibook, a nice smellin perfume, some cool glasses, fancy usb drive and three sets of socks. bwahaha.
shit am poor as a rat as of the moment.
one should learn not to breathe when ‘es around town eh. die or the soot? which one dummy?
i realized today that the worst existence ever is to be a bubblegum. I mean, come on… what kind of life could you call it - spending most of its time getting chewed by a mouth, then lyin around the road waiting for a foot (such as mine) so that it can be stepped on. It is a curse by itself.
Really. I have nothing against it, no grudge whatsoever until it chose to try my patience this morning. Before I knew it, one despicable gum was snugly wedged between my sole and the pavement. What to do when you can’t pull the trick of ha!-look-Ma-no-hands! ? This particular gum we are talking about was so tender and sticky that attempts to pry it away resulted into a bunch of yarn criss-crossing my Puma, the pavement and my fingers. boy, did it like me so much.
I have heard somewhere that I shouldn’t worry about what people think of me because they are busy worrying what I think of them. But right at that moment, people stopped bein busy and simply glared at me.
so before any of you mates start gettin the idea that I am impossible, picking a quarrel with a stupid gum - calling it names - you try steppin into a willing one, and judge me.
hehe.
how could one lose his sense of humor and not know it because in the first place you’re not here to fool around with?
and how can you smile like that in the photograph and not expect me to think about the bees and how your lips would taste when…
(sigh)
this is a tale of a boy called Leon who I think is in love and so now he’ll be damned
……….
To do:
an appointment with the shrink (anger management)
In the spirit of public service, I am reposting something here that is essential as you go about your life. I got it from the web, of course. I dint made it up. It’s not a joke either since from the looks of it, it is well researched. Read on:
10 THINGS YOU’LL WISH YOU DIDN’T KNOW
1. During an hour’s swimming at a municipal pool you will ingest 1/2 litre of urine.
2. In an average day your hands will have come into indirect contact with 15 penises (touching door handles etc.)
3. An average person’s yearly fast food intake will contain 12 pubic hairs.
4. In a year you will have swallowed 14 insects -while you slept!
5. Annually you will shake hands with 11 women who have recently masturbated and failed to wash their hands.
6. Annually you will shake hands with 6 men who have recently masturbated and failed to wash their hands.
7. In a lifetime 22 workmen will have examined the contents of your dirty linen basket.
8. At an average wedding reception you have a 1/100 chance of getting a cold sore from one of the guests.
9. Daily you will breath in 1 litre of other peoples’ anal gases.
10. Sharing a bag of crisps with a friend gives you a 10% chance of ingesting a small amount of their feces.
sure wouldnt hurt to wash your hands, eh? But I do wonder why there is a higher incidence in women regarding entries numbered 5 and 6. Damn almost 50% more. Wahehe
If you are a netizen, then you know something about Paypal. It’s some sort of net currency where you make and receive payment. Anyway, that’s for people who don’t have credit cards and well those who have and happen to live… well, in the Philippines. See, there are merchants who won’t accept credit cards issued here notwithstanding the Visa or Mastercard leverage.
Am just pissed a bit. There are some work that I have to pass because Paypal is not available here in the P.I.
Which reminded me some stuff I want to do. Blogging for an Xbox site. They used to shell 500 bucks for a month’s worth of posts and that would be a piece of cake since I like to play.
But the thing is. I don’t own a fuckin console. It’s a requirement and if I have to pass, I’d have to buy.
How much is the Xbox 360?
Php22,000
what a life.
One-third of Philippines homes have no toilets – DoH chief
by Agence France-Presse
and pray tell where do they shit. lol
(the place is dark and the Lagarista may still be running for the other half of the reel. and…)
Voice: Are you alone?
Chris: Oh, syeeeet.
Yeah. I am.
Where are those wackos?
(the voice have hands and brushed Chris’ arms.)
Voice: Pwede ka?
Chris: Po?
Waaa. This is my nightmare come alive.
Voice: Type kita eh.
(Pyro blasted a whole bright light around the theater)
Chris: Big hands to strangle me with, plus looks that could sink a thousand ships.
Katatapos lang po, wala na kayong mapipiga.
Voice: How old are you?
Chris: 87
Voice: Really? San ka nag-aaral?
Chris: Jeez, can’t he take a hint? …
But one must own it, the dude knows how to flatter. Lol I finished school 5 years ago.
Yes and as a matter that’s as old as I could get. I am dying this year. HIV, yes?
Voice: trailed off…
Bomber: You talkin by yourself?
Chris: Duh.
Bomber: Wasn’t Storm’s spin awesome?
I think I am suffering a mid-life crisis. And I am just 23. By god, so maybe I’ll die at 40 eh?
wahaha. lest i get tomatoes here and boos from the old peeps, lemme write…
Anyway, I have been watching some Nicholas Cage’s movies so I am kinda feeling sober. Any given day, I would never spend a dime on this guy, but his DVD was the one left unwatched so I got no choice. I had an overdose of his bald head last weekend.
Except for the cheesy city of angels, everything was interestin - adaptation, weatherman…
So the offshoot is, I am goin to the gym. lol.. (Someone reminded me yesterday..)
you don’t wanna know the connection.
cheers. ^^
Gino: Holy shit. The mouth stinks!
Bomber: It’s not that bad. Don’t distract our man.
Gino: Futek. I got news for you: He’s distracted already.
Bomber: Oh, he’s just fine.
Gino: You dimwit! HE’LL LOSE THE BONER! He ain’t have the best stamina you know.
Chris: Oh, Thank you very much.
Bomber: Just do your job, aight? Our subject is still catatonic with pleasure.
Gino: Use the pillow at least.
Chris: Shit. I give up.
Subject: Oh, baby so soon? Oh. You softie bastard. I won’t hear any of it. I am a very good motivator you know. (purr…)
Gino: Oh sheesh. Motivate my ass.
Chris: Shut up!
Bomber: Don’t mind him, loverboy. Ride the racehorse hard and get on with it.
Gino: Um.. you might wanna take that thing from behind.
Bomber: Just pretend we’re uh.. talahibs over here. Uh… talking talahib at least.
Gino: I think -
Chris: AAARGHHHH!!!!
Subject: Oh, baby you came.
Chris: Uh. I did? Wow.
(This is one of the strips I made - supposedly a comic strip but since I dunno how to draw, you make do with just the "script". lol. Anyway, the rest are in blogspot. ;] )
