usapang jeepney:

ako: "bossing, magkano hanggang MOA?"

driver: "Sitti."

ako: *thinks*

after a second and a half ...

ako: (shouting in my mind) "aaaaah Siyete!"

"pwede" ... "saktan na yan" ... "dabarkads" ... "basura" ... "seamless na" ... just a few of the many coined phrases that me and the village posse has burned into our hearts and sensibilities.

all came from the man from manila. gritting my teeth and raising my clenched right fist into the air ... paalam ser.

there's nothing new with me having trouble sleeping during these past few days. i reckon that as far as i can remember (back when i USED to write in me journal and back when i USED to curse a lot while doing so) ... it is not that easy for me to make a mutually lucrative arrangement with ze zandman (say whut? ze germans?). and with the past several ( Read more... )

watched a black & white control on 08|08|07 [STOP]

watched it again on 08|10|07 [STOP]

was told the news the next day [STOP]

fare thee well mr. AHW [STOP]

*such a great quixotic maverick would sorely be missed* [STOP]

hmmnnn, breaking my silence sounds a bit like the pop group

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and this is more or less how it looked like ...


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* john peel has died *

shite!

it's both amusing and infuriating to witness a play of *Supah-Staaz unfurl. they do come with fucking super-sized egos to match and the whole fucking lot ... all in their battery-operated stop & go soap opera glory.

attitudes & language each sold separately.

*superstars

p.s. i'm s t r o k i n g muh ego too for listing The Whistle Test's Mark ( Read more... )

yesterday morning ... i opened my eyes @ around 8:3o but, characteristically / not surprisingly, i slept again. i finally got up 'round 9:ish or so and realised that i had two main chores to do that day. the first was to go to the cubao office of landbank aka gondor to collect me dad's sss pension. if any of you guys have ever been to that branch ( Read more... )

yiii ... detroit's got soul!

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on a side note ... this is more or less how i looked like ...


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random violent thoughts directed at the mirror ala 25th hour :

putang-ina mo! wag mo akong aaggrabyaduhin at puta talagang itutumba kita. tangina ka wag kang maangas. at sino ka ba? ni hindi nga kita kilala eh! ulitin mo pa yan at kung maii-spottan ko ang anino mo ay kokonekta ang ipin mo sa sahig. hindi araw araw ang birthday mo ungas.

on other ( Read more... )