TUBOL 2008

Shit, poo, feces, tae. It's everywhere.

Everywhere you look in our fair city, you can spot a slosh and a dab of shit. From cat droppings, to dog poo, to human dung, its fucking everywhere. That is the reason as to why I don't keep my head up, I ALWAYS keep my head down when walking the streets. It'd be oh so fucking gross if I stepped on human poo, the wet one. It'd go *squish* eeeeyuch. Imagine stepping on one. Makes me wanna fucking puke. And why do these homeless people prefer to take a dump in the middle of the sidewalk? Then can like shit on a dark corner or something. Like dugs I tell ya, like damn dugs. Fucking O!

Reliquary of Souls, the toy...

I have this new toy which I bought like 2 weeks ago. Never really bothered playing with it up until monday, this week. A Professor Cube, or a 5x5 Rubik's Cube. Never really researched the algorithms to complete it, just got some tips off the net to as to how to solve it. And after like 4 hours of complete concentration, I finally got it! I can solve a 3x3 for about a minute and thirty, yeah that's a fucking long time to solve it for you nerdy cunts out there but hey, I got a life. Lololololololol. AS for the Professor Cube, I solved it for like moar than 5 minutes. Ain't that hard.

Anyway, gotta go now. Ta.

Sometimes

I love the way that I connect with friends and acquaintances using my phone; chatting the night away or just saying a simple hello can brighten up anybody's day... 'cept when I recieve those fucking "sometimes quotes!" Fucktards tend to send, now that rhymes, quotes that start with fucking sometimes, and I can't help but be sick of it. L2USE other words, you cunts. I've got like twenty out of a hunnerd quotes wif sometimes as the first word. A pet peeve of mine...

On DVDs

I've got this portable DVD player, it just appeared outta nowhere. Reckon dad bought it and just didnae say anything 'boot it. I've been watching a lot of movies lately, going to sleep at around 5AM sometimes. Am kinda hard of hearing so I often use subtitles. Damn these pirates for NOT being able to put the correct subtitles. And these VERSUS stuff in front of the DVD. Why does it hafta be VERSUS? I appreciate them for "handpicking" 12 Jet Li and 12 Bruce Lee movies, but does the title REALLT hafta say VERSUS? If it weren't for your cheap ass prices I wouldn't buy your merchandise. But PLEASE, where's the fucking fight scene between Bruce Lee and Jet Li? Fucking VERSUS. L2USE the proper words.

Rain rain go away, come again another day

I usually like it when it rains, but today is another story... My fucking room almost got flooded while I was taking a looong bath. Good thing Tony went upstairs to check on something, thanks Tony! Special thanks to Boy, too. Some pals 'n Gals and a few crossword puzzles got wet, but that's okay, they'll dry up eventually.

On mobile blogging

This is the first time that I blogged in a coffee shop. I don't usually do this but I got nothing to do and I'm not feeling up to playing WOW at the moment. That sounds a bit redundant. I'm waiting for Bernice to come and save me from boredom.

Blame it on the rain

The rain, it brings to much grief to a lot of people. It floods the streets of Manila, it makes commuting oh so fucking hard, it gives you a cold(the rain lowers your bodys defenses, from what I heard, thus you become more susceptible to colds and other stuff). I'm hoping that the government would fix the damned sewage/drainage system, those fucking 'tards, hoarding all the money an aw. And OMFG, those puddles! I can play splash splash (splash splash is a thing my barkada used to do when there's a puddle, they'd jump on the puddle and the water'd splash your fucking pants with dirty water, ergo the term splash splash) with 20 fucking people. I recall when I dropped some food over at Ber's place, fucking Taft Avenue was flooded, and it was almost up to my knee. Being that I'm almost 6'0 ft. high, imagine how high the water would've been for other people.

I'm always pissed off when my feet gets wet with dirty water, but duty calls! Fucking water, with dead rat juice + guts, dead cat juice + guts, dead rat shit, dead cat shit, human piss, human shit, spit, grime, shit, piss, spat, phlegm, FAAAHKING YUCK! Now I won't be able to drink my coffee! Damn you! Damn you to hell you fucking 'tards! L2FIX the streets! Anyhoo, the only good thing about this is that I don't get pissed off with the hot and humid weather. Not even a bead of sweat'll drop from my forehead down to my cheek, and that makes me come up with a strained smile.

Ugh, with this acid rain. It feels like the angels are mad at us for fucking up with the earth. When I was a kid, I used to enjoy the rain by bathing in it. Now, it seems as if the angels are pissed off at us and they are pissing on us. The POLLUTION! That's what it is!

Speaking of pissing

I want to piss at the washroom but i don't wanna pack up and leave the laptop here. Somebody might steal it right under the noses of the baristas. I wish Coffee Bean'd build a washroom in their premises.

Well, gotta run. Ta.

High School Never Ends

Always longed to be back in high school. It was a very good experience for me, meeting my life long best friends and being caught up in those adolescent moments that you can never eeeeever forget. High school greatly shaped the man that I am now. What I'm missing about high school is the carefree moments wherein you don't give a damn about the world. All your problems were just a laugh away. We fucking drank and smoke our asses off back in those days. I hung around with everybody, the geeks, the cool kids, the uptight cunts, the chicks, everybody I tell ya. Now, I'm missing those and wondering as to where they are now. A HS reunion would be a good call.

Random: Adobo > Nilaga

Gallivanting!

That's what the genius, Ramon dela Paz, told Jimmy Boy a few years back when he found him in Malate with another chick. Nevertheless, I know that it's a bit nakakasawa(I forgot the term!) for somebody to eat adobo everyday, but is eating nilaga or even tahong(I find this very demeaning for women) once in a while worth it? Dinnae ken, but fer me, I'm content with my adobo, mapa lutong bahay o lutong labas pa. I love yah even if you don't read my blog! Pakiss nga *tsup!*

The paper

Last night, I checked out various blogs and it struck me that my blog lacks some appealing factors such as color, format, different scripts that make it look complicated, but I love it. Pero I replaced my chatbox with a new one and a human calendar! Now, ain't that cool? =p

The weather

I only like sunny days when I'm inside and in front of the air conditioning unit. I love the rain when it doesn't ruin my shoes(and I fucking love my shoes.) Sala sa init, sala sa lamig(palagi akong nasa sala.) NO PUN INTENDED! I don't like it when a bead of sweat appears on my forehead and slowly trickles down my face. I don't like it when my shoes gets squishy and I splash splash around the puddles while walking Pedro Gil. Ugh, the weather. I wish that this was Baguio so that my balls would be moar compressed.

Speaking of Baguio...

Baguio is the new Makati folks, in 20 or so years, that is. The whole Metro will be flooded due to Global Warming. To hell with high rise buildings in Manila, QC, Pasig, or wherever! I'm planning to buy a house there someday. Seesh, carbon emissions. I wish that they'd put an end it. I'll gladly give up smoking if it'd help the world be a better place for the generations to come...(quit smoking my ass!)

On Archimonde

I don't usually blog about my escapades in World of Warcraft but fucking Archimonde has been pawning our asses for the last month and I can't help but wonder: are the raid members just stupid or are they just stupid? It's a fucking easy fight and they can't stop dieing(L2SPELLCORECTLLY daft wee cunts) from Doomfire. If you're playing WOW, maybe you can understand my plight. Also, damn you Shadowhorne, Pelennor, Reconz for being fucking cunts. You didn't fucking help BG2 in the least bit, fucking wankers. Go fuck yourselves, have a threesome in some cheap motel and DIE IN A FUCKING FIRE! DIAFF! Gah! Rageemoquit!

Parentheses (however necessary) is irrelevant.

Thinking aloud

Entertaining the thought...

Recently, I had this train of thought: "what if I finished school at OB?" Different set of friends, different attitude, different life... everything'd be different. Nar, I don't want my life to change right now, I'm already ALMOST content with what I have, but still, I dunno why I keep entertaining the thought. Maybe because the thought of being a full blooded Montessorian appeals to me in a different kind of light. Maybe I'd be more mayabang, more matapobre, more of an asshole. I don't know if my vices would've surfaced, I don't know if the things that I like would still be the things that'd amuse me. Still...

On wit

Am I not witty? Had a convo wherein I'm beginning to doubt my wit. Maybe because I confused my assholic charms with wit. I don't know fo sho but it seems thatta way. But see, I THINK that I am witty whenever I get intoxicated or whenever I enjoy the conversation that I'm in. Is it a sigh maybe that I don't get too much involved in everyday conversations? Maybe I'm choosy about these things, that I don't want to waste my saliva and exerting effort on my jaw muscles on talking about this guy's day or maybe hearing about this gal's problems. Or maybe I'm in the reasoning stage wherein I am justifying everything, defending my so-called wit? Maybe I should see myself in the third person and talk about Edward in that personal point of view.

I always forget to justify my compositions, now I didn't.

Ta!

Eew de toilet

There is something wrong with the local transportation system here in Manila, particularly the LRT. It's not about the air conditioning system, or the queue jumpers, or even the capacity of the trains... it's about the B.O. policy. There are a lot of fucking people who cannot care less about their appearance, much less their own stench. It infiltrates the nostrils like the US troops to Iraq. I think smelly people must have a low sense of self-monitoring (hasty generalization.) Pero PLEASE NAMAN! Learn to use deodorants, wash your smelly pits once in a while, mas lalo na yung mga buhok nyo! Learn to use shampoo, PLEASE! The LRT authorities should do something about this, also the country.

If I ruled the world, imagine that...

If I was the president of the country, I'd impose a policy wherein EVERYBODY must bathe at least once a day and use deodorants. Merit, tax deductions mebbe, will be given to the people who use colognes, even the cheap ones that you see sidewalk vendors sell. For gosh's sake, are we not civilized people wherein we ignore our hygiene? Were you cunts not taught in grade school to bathe or instilled by your parents, which they should really do.

Public bath houses

No, I wouldn't build bath houses for the sake of the people,. There are many manyakises around. There are men raping women, women raping men, women raping women (yum!) and men raping men (yuck) These would only serve as a catalyst for chaos. An instigator, if you will.

Anyway, you folks out there, remember to bathe as often as your schedule allows you to. If your pit smells like rotten aloe vera, fucking please refrain from holding on the support rails of the train. Wash your hair too so that tall guys like me wont be able to smell your fucking anits. Kingina, signing off. Good night Seattle!

Ikabod Bubwit

Spent the weekend at Marikina and eating a lot of food while we were there. I moved my cheat day to saturday since we planned to eat at Yellow Cab. I suggested that we instead call Jugno's and order their pizza monstrosity, but ma cherie wanted a New Yorker. Couldn't do much since she's the one who spent for it.

When we got hame, we unpacked our things and headed up to my room, it was cool and comfy, save for the pests that constantly annoy your peripheral vision, moths and other insects that I can't determine as to what kind they are, no roaches, thank God!

Just got home a coupla hours ago, but instead of resting at our respective residences, we decided to watch a movie, Alone. Now you can't watch that movie alone, no pun intended, you need to have someone beside you to share the "fear" as they call it.

Nakakaliit nga ng tiyan ang jogging, nakakalaki naman ng butas ng ilong. -Nonoy Marcelo

I have the body of a god... Buddha!

This diet is killing me. I haven't eaten rice for like 3 days now and whenever I see people in the mall or in Tropicana eating... gaaahk. I can only look forward on sundays wherein I can eat anything and everything I want. Something to look forward to; something to wind up my spring on my rest day. I'm not that fond of salads anymoar, unlike before.

Reading.

I've been reading a lot lately. Finished like 3 books in just a week, a trilogy boot Warcraft and aw. Been thinking also of going to Marquina on the weekend and drink all night at Libis, even though we cannae say that Libis is not that much enjoyable as before, well, beggars can't be choosers.