wanderlust

A week filled with wanderlust. A joyride lived through a first-class accommodation. My travel adventure last week was an opportunity of learning, a new realm of quest, a dream fulfilled.

My itinerary started on

India

I just took a train to come into a remote Indian village. Along the way, I met different persons and I visited different sacred temples wherein I offered some prayers and performed some Indian rituals. I also visited an Indian market filled with spices, colorful fabrics, and some unusual animals, which are usual to them, like the snakes caged in glass-sided tank. I was able to witness a funeral too, a Hindu funeral with the symbolic sanctity of the Cow. And I also learned that lime juice is popular in India especially in welcoming their guest. The Indian culture is very rich and unique.

My next sightsee took on the fairy-tale place of

Brudges, Belgium

I had a back-to-the-future feeling, a travel to the medieval Europe. The whole place was foggy and cold yet it’s filled with hotspots, the historical landmarks. I visited Burg Square, Brudges romantic canals and of course The Basilica of the Holy Blood (Heilig-Bloedbasiliek) that shelters the relic of the Holy Blood, which was brought to the city during the First Crusade. Brudges is very lovely.

My wanderlust reminds me of the beautiful poem of Emily Dickenson, There Is No Frigate like a Book (my second favorite, next to I’m nobody! Who are you?).

There Is No Frigate like a Book
There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!

Whoa, fellas. It’s too good to be true. Wanderlust to India and Belgium, whew! I just watched two great movies in one night - The Darjeeling Limited and In Brudges.

There is no Frigate like a movie marathon to take us lands away...

Watching these two fantastic movies is like a real journey to India and Belgium. The Darjeeling Limited was set in India while In Brudges, obviously set in Brudges, Belgium. Aside from wanderlust, these movies offer more than the trip of travelers aficionados, the substance and lesson are overflowing, intelligently crafted films.

The Darjeeling Limited

is about the spiritual quest of three brothers who have not encountered each other in a year after the funeral of their father. The movie has a comical surface, the tone and visuals of humor. But digging out the substance, it’s filled with lessons laid down in the metaphors and striking lines. In the end, you could easily relate to it because it talks about the general issue of journey in life. One good line from the movie – “thank you for using me”. One good scene – when the brothers are late for their train and in order to catch it they drop their treasured and personalized luggage and hop onto it while the have the chance. “They have finally learnt to 'Leave the baggage behind (forget the past) and seize an opportunity (make the most of the future)'.”

In Brudges

is a great movie too, Colin Farrell is different in this movie. It’s a movie about the two hit men set in beautiful place of Belgium. It was night before Christmas when their big boss from London made an order to kill someone, which made a great twist to the movie. It’s funny with the comic dialogue, full of surprising emotions, and the characters are pretty unconventional. The thing that caught me with this movie was their line “Shoot first, Sightsee later”





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good service

Good morning Sir, thank you for coming
How may I help you?
Goodbye, come again...

The usual greetings whenever you go any establishment that offers good customer service. As a good consumer, I expect good service/products because I actually pay for it and I obviously add revenue to the company. Customer-Seller complements each other and the rule is very simple – I pay and you give me what I pay for. With this clear-cut parameter, problems are chuck out. But this plain rule isn’t uncomplicated as it appears. Problems usually arise not with the product per se but with the customer service. Here’s one good example: Last night my buddy and I went to McDonalds to satiate our hydrochloric-filled tummies after a long frenzied walk. McDo was actually the nearest fast food to reach on foot that’s why we decided to take our chow there. We were still gasping for some air when we arrived at the counter (and we were a bit filthy-looking jerks). My buddy made his heavy order, all in “go-large” followed by my regular order of burger, fries, and a regular coke. But the counter crew didn’t get our orders right because I was not yet done with my orders but she popped in if I would to make my orders in go large - I said no. I was very sure that time that she wasn’t listening because she’s engaged with our hyper-activeness. I repeated my order and she just gave me a strong sigh and a strong puckered brow. That made my world to stop, and I asked her if she got confused with our orders though I knew that she’s wasn’t really listening carefully. I repeated our orders and her response was contorted face, oh gee! And the worst thing, she punched in wrong orders. The nerves, I told her that she punched it wrong. She’s really taking for granted my annoyance and as if I don’t have the right to get mad. My buddy just pulled me out of the counter. I got really annoyed and I lost my desire for food. Then I saw the manager, I directly approached her and told the incident that happened. The manager was nice, she asked for an apology and I said alright. But I was not asking for an apology, good customer service is what I wanted. After the sloppy meal, I asked the full name of the crew and the manager, and the exact name of their branch. I told them that I am going to make a written report of the incident.

My point here is a matter of professionalism. Professionalism is not about education, trainings, or heavy titles. It’s about the character; it’s about “exhibiting a courteous, conscientious manner in the workplace”. If you choose to be a doctor, a business man, an agent, or a service crew of a certain food chain, you should act professionally.

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STEEL WOOL and GROSS chunks @ GRILLA BAR and Restuarant

Stomach-turning experience at Grilla Bar and Restaurant, Greenhills Promenade

STEEL WOOL...

GROSS CHUNKS...

I had a dinner with my sister, bro-in-law, and my 5-year old niece at Grilla Bar and Restaurant, Greenhills Promenade Branch last Wednesday night. We made an order of seafood meal, baby back ribs, and a follow up order of kare-kare. In fairness to the resto, we were amused savoring their tasty food. But at the middle of our meal, my bro-in-law found a piece of “STEEL WOOL” on his mouth after munching a mouthful serving of kare-kare. My sister got really upset because what if my niece got swallowed it. We immediately called the attention of the manager. Both sides were calm about the issue and Ms, Leano, the manager said, “gusto niyo ma’mam palitan na lang?” Consensus was made by her suggestion. But it took quite a long time before the food was served so my sister had decided to just cut it to our orders but Ms. Leano didn’t agree and suggested to just take out the food instead. Again, we agreed and waited for the food. When we got home, we found out “BIG CHUNKS OF FATS” (or whatsoever gross thing you may call it) on the meal. We were stupefied looking at it because it’s really gross and completely different in contrast to the first serving we had. It has no more steel wool but the GROSS CHUNKS of “eww” instead. Without delay, I searched the net for their number and my sister dialed it up and talked to the manager once again, but this time my sister was logically furious.

The “STEEL WOOL” issue was already a BIG mistake for them. On some resto, they would replace it with their most expensive meal and on some would double their serving. We were already annoyed and disgusted about the “STEEL WOOL” but then they made another foolish act by treating us like brainless customers. I really don’t know what’s with Grilla, they’re supposed to augment their first fault but then it turned out into another disgusting mistake, deliberate mistake – I presumed.






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Chain message

Why is it some (many, I guess) people are still buying this hoax.

Puh-leez

gimme a break!

I got pissed-off rather than the air-lifting aura of an SMS sent by my friend last night. Here’s the message, see how would you react to this:

Mama Mary called me 2day & asked who needs 2 b blessed. I gave Her ur #.
(The exact SMS message)

What’s wrong with this? Nothing. (Oh gee, not the “text style” - as a second language) but with the next sentence. Here it is:

F u really love her send dis to 10 people and in 5 min something gud will happen. Sacrifice.

OMG, this just ruined the beautiful start of the message. I have received different chain emails and text messages; the pyramid schemes, the “you’ll get rich” pass-it-on message, the free gadget chains and such nonsense messages. But this kind of chain message really annoys me the most. I am not a religious person but this kind of manipulative chain message really exploits superstition and some religious or I may say spiritual aspects of life– blasphemy, I guess. To tell you people, there are worse chain message than this. Once, I received an SMS message that says bad luck would fall upon me if I wouldn’t pass that massage in five minutes to 20 persons. The hell, it’s so stupid, pointless, and only the dumb buys it. PERIOD! Ahahaha! Nothing in our life really depends on forwarding chain mails or text messages. It’s up to you to buy it or not, I just said my point. Bye! Bye! lol.

Common sense isn't so common...

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alcoholikeness

All right, my vacation is almost through, the drinking session to be exact. After three consecutive days of drinking spree, what's the upshot that I get? For some, this kind of "goings-on" is really just a waste of time apart from the off-putting consequences on our body, strictly to the liver. So why did I gorge to this matter? Here’s the simplest reason, to catch up with one another( with friends,new found friends, soon to be friends, unseen friends, and c), to converse. This may sound odd to others who believed that everything can always be linked up by proper or therapeutic communication. Okay here’s my stand, speaking on account to my brief experience, drinking is paradoxically working. As a tenderfoot to this “alcoholikeness”, there’s always an edgy feeling on the first shot, it seems that the alcohol is passing like hot lava on a fertile land, drying off everything on its way. And the taste is not really good. But as I go on with the shots (usually given by a designated “taga-tagay”), everything’s getting lighter as if the lava has cooled off and has started to amend as a fertilizer to nourish the land once again. Paradoxically working because alcohol is a known depressant but it works on my body like an ecstasy, an energizer to spill the beans. As the alcohol passes to my brain, in the course of the blood-brain barrier ,and accumulates; the sentiments grow at the same time, accumulating and readying for its unfussy exodus. Alcohol lets me to have a discussion without thinking of a poise, genteel, and urbane exchange. Everything is spontaneous, unplanned, and fresh. I like how it affects my affect by becoming more of a weep spiller. I like how it lifts my mood by becoming more of funniness. And I like how it faults my logic. I become more vocal, opinionated, moderated, and agreeable in an instant without thinking too much. I like it though I’m sounding more like an idiot. Alcohol offers more than that, it forms a bond. A bond that cannot be made without the dose of it, without the rhythm of your own accord of alcoholikeness that attaches the pieces of diverse puzzles unknowingly. That’s it. For those who drink to experience this kind of experience will at least understand me, but for those who drink to get drunk will never experience my experience and most probably will understand me not. There’s a lot more “do-good-to” about alcoholikeness that I failed to declare; how it eases a worry mind, how it ceases a fool mind, how it caresses a hard mind, and a lot more. As I mention above, I am a novice to this “doings” but I am daringly saying that I like it, on how a like it, on my purpose of doing it.

confused

I am busy doing nothing. Thoughts are running through my head about a lot of things, especially the call of flesh. Right now -at this point of time, I am struggling between the cunning sexual desire and the desire to contemplate. You can’t really serve to gods. Contemplation about life and sexual appetite are totally opposite poles. You have to decide which way you are going to. Contemplation versus Sexual Desire, an ongoing struggle for each of us, lucky is the one who have found the perfect mate to enjoy the flesh without the guilt of the standards that’s has been laid upon by the culture. The standards that keep my head spinning on how I will attain exclusion or how will I twist the stated rules by inserting the sense of relativity. But rules are absolute, universal, and stiff – they say, the books say, the wise men say. Though these were intended to maintain order and equilibrium, in some points these create instability in someone’s world, in someone’s world created different from the scope of the cultural realms. But you’re insignificant to be noticed because you think you are. After a tedious and thorough contemplation about the standards – the must-do, the more I realized how hard it is to fit yourself in the written standards if you see the world of a deliberate opposite of the rules. The rules are simply meant to give a façade of balance but obviously almost everything is on the space of instability – maybe lost in wilderness of the world. Conformity to the world that’s running the opposite of its definition or conformity to what you know is right for you? The good way is the hard way – they say, again. I am decided now – conform to what you think is right because it’s your world, your own world.

is it true?

What do men like about FHM?
Is it the dose of educational substance on it? (Nods)
Or the sex tips? (big grin)
Or the sultry pictures (pants like a dog with tongue out and drooling)
Or maybe the ladies confession, bar jokes, and the true stories (maybe)

All right!
To tell the truth, buying an FHM mag isn’t my hobby. I’d rather buy an old, rotten, and dust-smelly 25 pesoseses book on sale. But my sister has ample issues of FHM that i used to gobble before (phony). Anyways, why am I taking time to write about FHM for the fact that I hate sultry images (another hypocrisy).
Okay, I was at the mall last Sunday when a friend (can’t find the right term, but for the stuff that he did, I might consider calling him one, for the moment) of mine sent me this text message “tol grab a copy, andun na”. I knew what he meant by that. Then, another text message from a friend (can’t find the right term too) saying the same thought. All right! Was it a good reason for me to sprint to the nearest bookstore? Yeah, valid with an inch point, I did run. I browsed the shelves and finally got the mag. I opened the freshly displayed FHM Aug. issue. Whoa! It was there. Well, I felt a sudden thrill. My filthy experience was there, hard copy, and circulating around PI.

Well, is it a good reason for me to buy FHM?


nah! Its too expensive, a slash on my wallet. lol.
What can I say, baka (not the jap word),dude, thumbs up!nakakatuwa rin,lol.

11:11

Its driving me nuts, 11:11 what does it mean. This “11:11 phenomenon” has been bugging me for years already. It started during my college years. Yeah! At first, I thought it’s just a coincidence but the frequency of seeing 11:11 on the clock, on my cell phone, at school’s wall clock…had increased substantial. Then I started thinking some craps about it, “Am I going to die on Nov 2011” and other freaky thoughts. Then when my friends and I had a sleepover party for our friend who would leave for Singapore, I spilled out that topic and they told me to consult a numerologist. Sheesh, I am not that superstitious. The 11:11 phenomenon didn’t stop but the heck to make a sense out that crap. Just last time, I had a fun chat with my friend. We had this weird questions game, throw any kind of questions but it should be weirdo, that's the rule. Then I asked her "what’s the usual reading on your clock whenever you look at it". She told me 12am, and then I said mine is 11:11. That’s weirdo, I said. Then googling the 11:11 had popped into my mind.


“A new age of "Spiritual Uplift" has begun on our planet. There are now literally billions of Celestial beings here, all of whom have been especially trained to assist with changing the course of this planet. Many more of these delightful Spirit Guardians are now ready to assist whoever will ask for their help. As a tribute to the centuries-long tenure of the original 1,111 Celestial Helpers, they have retained the customary 11:11 prompts. We are told that well over a million folks are being given these 11:11 prompts, and a glance around the web will tell you something big is happening. Welcome to being an 11'er. “-www.1111spiritguardians.com

“Numerologists believe that events linked to the time 11:11 appear more often than chance or coincidence. [1] This belief is related to the concept of synchronicity. [2] Other authors believe it is an auspicious sign, [3] and others that it signals a spirit presence.” - Wikepedia

All right, I’m trying to make sense out this crap. And it sucks. Btw, it makes me laugh...crap!

my failed day!

I was impulsively quick in my walk to booksale, "at last ill have that book" talking to myself with intense emotional burst, lol." ill never let go of you again"
Because last Wednesday, I hanged out at booksale just to kill time. Then after a drawn-out browsing, I found this absorbing novel "the cider house rules by john Irving (one of my faves). Sheesh! Without a faltering thought, I took it hurriedly and queued up. Then when I came with my turn to pay for it, I pulled out my pocket (I was confident that I have some extra bucks on it) and surprisingly (lol) there was only a 50-peso bill on it and the book costs 80 pesos (only -on sale). I felt so sad, lol and I went home with a devastating sorrow.
So it’s my chance to own it, I looked into the shelf wherein I hid it imperceptible by the eye (last wed)but jeez, it was not there anymore. I asked one of the sales persons about the book and she told me that they had just rearranged the books on that shelf. Therefore, the book must have been placed on a different area or it was already sold. With all my guts, I looked for it but then, I failed. The money on my wallet…Useless.

stomach-turning fast food meals...

"You are what you eat" the popular maxim that was running thru my mind while I was crunching up the Greenwich foods.

It's an outraged counter when I first saw the TV ad of Greenwich about their pizza overload and now I am damn raw frustrated about their madness meals. It’s annoying that their meals look so delicious on TV ad but in reality, it's bad, bad, bad, lol...and it’s nauseating (with vomitus exploding)on how the TV ad tries to deceive our palates with colorful and digitally edited products.
It was just a month ago when I dumped my 100 bucks for Greenwich pizza parlor’s food. I was on a rush along the recto avenue when my tummy called for a break, there were only 120 pesos left on my wallet and I havn't had a meal yet so I looked up for a cheappy food chain that would satisfy my scanty budget. I landed on Greenwich esetan food chain outlet and I took the back/side door of the pizza parlor. Jeez, I was staggered looking at the dumped floor with filthy black greases in between the tiles ,haiz! but okay, I just calmed down and just assumed that that's the oldest food chain of Greenwich (lame). I took my order in a queue and went to the washroom to fix myself before choosing my table. Kablam! It was a filthy washroom with no soap, no tissue, and with a broken faucet. Therefore, if you would want to clean up yourself, you ought to go to the filthy restroom. Jeez!…Never mind, too gross to describe. I just looked for a table and waited for my food. I inferred that it’s a fast food chain but it took an epoch before I received my meal. A hundred peso meal (92 to be exact,lol), well fair enough, but the hell when I came up with my meal, it grossed me out. It was entirely different from the picture shown on the counter. The sides of the 6”x3” pizza were burnt and the toppings (and the think mozzarella) bared on the picture were lacking on the real pizzerita. The spaghetti was hopeless with unsavory sauce and the 3-tablespoon macaroni salad was dull and garish. And the most stomach-turning food was the fried chicken, it’s not well done and appeared to be the chicken from China infected with flu.
Lastly, I enjoyed watching the flies dancing on the table.

N.B. This isn’t an exaggeration. See it for yourself. I’ve been to SM Sta. Mesa Greenwich outlet too and the situation was the same.

i wasnt impressed.....lol

Whoaaaa!!! she's a real head-turner, hot.hot.hottie mom, claudine...ahehehhee. I was with my friends looking for a snappy flip flops (but in the end we had a consensus, yahoo! 300(the setting of the epic movie) double-plugga)around the chic serendra's neck of the buildings (woods instead). While i was awed looking to the filthy chicks roaming around, i heard my friends' buzzs and sensed their grim delights, WhOOaAAaa (slow-mo scene, moving my neck to d left), it's Claudine,(we're just inch apart)lol, in green boomb dress, without being a pushover, she's just really beautiful,lol. She's with her husband (no offense meant, raymart looks like an ordinary call center boy, damn! he's very lucky to have claudine,lol), jenny M.(just a fair judgment, shes HOT, with a "K" in a sleek jeans and skimpy pantulog tops) and some other infamous friends. That's it.,lol...
The gigly had ended after a treat on krispy kreme...haiz!,lol.

brawling train trip...

I guess everybody knows the rush hour scene of metro manila: the fast-paced life, the queue lines, the heavy traffics and of course the bumping arena at the train stations.
Here’s my very own experience about the brawling-like train trip.
I wasn’t able to sleep the whole night anticipating the scene at my new job. I just scarcely had a few nappy hours, got up in the crack of dawn and prepared my things as usual. At around 7 am, I was geared up in my mailman’s bag packed with my ultimate survival kits. At exactly 7:30am I was already in Cubao station and I was pretty amazed because the queue was not long. Whoa! Nice nice! I paid for the ticket and got up straight to the train’s platform. Jeez! I was knocked for six! The platform was jam packed. Haiz! “Its time for my slip maneuver” Because I am relatively lanky (but exhibiting middling machismo), I was able to “slip and steal” a good point on the platform, just a thin gap before the yellow line. Yes!


The kill time era…
Tick tack. Tick tack…
One train had passed…then…
Another train came in…and then another…total of 5 trains overtook in route to the opposite station. What the heck? There was no announcement about the delay of the trains and it’s almost 30 minutes of time wasted. One passenger (old maid-look carrying Dora's backpack) commented with extreme revulsion “they should have at least informed us about this delay and the pits they keep on letting the passengers in”. Then another passenger (pregnant hot chick) gave her angst comments “I’m just going to Ortigas, my hubby is right, I should have ride on the bus instead…” and then a chorus from the two-headed animals overshadowed the filthy scene at the platform.
Everyone was sweating! Though I down poured myself with baby cologne, my sweat glands were beginning to activate when I saw the other passengers in a perturbed feat. Haiz! It’s catching! My chemoreceptors were activated and I started to be on pins and needles.I was actually drenched with my own filthy moisture. And of course, in every crowd there’s a big shot who has the “power”, yep! There was a “man on black” shirt that really gave off the strongest aroma that screwed allour noses...jeez
Oh gosh! Gosh! At wits end! Still there was no train passing by…I couldn’t stand the heat, the aroma, the noise…the whole thing! I was already planning to take the bus and spend the dead moment on a highway traffic scene but then one train went by, finally!!!The brawling had started and the people were frenzied of getting on the train. There was a hard force from behind (not the ass) so you wouldn’t need to stride out instead you need to fight it off or else you’d fall on the train’s rail. That was physical, exhausting and it would definitely drain all your energy. I felt that that we were bunch of human-dominoes falling on the ground. After that extreme pushing and yelling too, only two or three persons could actually get on the train because it was jam packed already. Then another train came in and of course, same situation happened. It was harsh because there a woman (the one’s carrying Dora’s backpacked) who yelled “ Aray ko, maawa na kayo , naiipit na ko” (actual words she uttered) while she was pushing herself to get in to the train. It took five trains before I was able to push in to the train but I was still lucky for that because there were still a lot…lot… frenzied monkeys who were waiting to get in.
On a train….there was only an inch space between the passengers…and we were fighting off the force of inertia by just stumbling on to each other. I couldn’t breathe anymore and I felt like I was suffocated to death. That was really a brawling trip.

haiz!!!

American Idol: bombarding the retarted pinoys

David is cooking in a hot (stolen) scene.
I really don’t know what’s with American Idol that makes a guy to act like a faggy douche (doosh) and for girls to act a foo like balderdash sluts.
A- Idol a puffed up TV shows that caters the flaws of the idiot brigades [who believe that they’ll find success in a poopyface entertainment world, pathetic dreamers!]. The judges are also stupid for their blind idea that they deserve to fuck around with the losers by just sittin pretty [cowch poh-tay-toe] and mastering the hypocritical world of judging (especially the bazoom-wrecked Paula Abdul). The hell! What a crap for pinoys to go uber fanatics for those karaoke singers. Its dumbing the pinoy audience!


processing.doze off.lol.

a pieace of art: bond

Isn’t funny how we became close to each other?
It makes me wonder, makes me laugh and smile, and makes me tremble
How it keeps me alive in the dead of the night
How it opens my eyes with a jumping heart for another conversation
Isn’t funny how these people get to know each other in this virtual world
How these people get connected considering the vast diversity, the individual flaws, and the opposing perspectives
Isn’t wonderful? Isn’t cute?
Isn’t the thing we called friendship?

I wonder how many people we see on the streets, we meet on public places, whom we barely speak, or just even say hello. I wonder why some people are very reluctant, hesitant, and mingy with pleasing words. I wonder why we keep these feelings to ourselves. I wonder why we are sacred to disclose our feelings. I wonder.

But I’ve just learned that there are no strangers, only friends we haven’t met yet.And I was bit surprised when I saw this one piece of art from my chat mate’s (let me say, friend’s) FS (friendster) account. So cool.
Though I put a fence on my ground to out lie myself (for I had the feeling of “I don’t belong”), this doodle art work made me realize with sublime understanding that having friends wasn’t that difficult.

This is cute...

rip my face off 2: with the hotties

cont...

The dolly parton(with the overly done makeup not the chesty char.) receptionist came to me and took an obsessive check (not the homosexual-sounding phrase)on my face and made this morbid remark "ehm, dame mong pimples, di ka pwede diamond peel, tignan mo (pointing her finger to a retarded esthetician for a shitty regard), sheesh! she made fun of the fuck out of me. Then she made a check(the homosexual-sounding phrase), "blackheads, check, white heads, check,scars, check" check check...".Okay facial (not the shoot,dunk,or any filthy gestures) na lang. "Gloria facial dito" shouted ursula (the receptionist with the overly done makeup just to hide the blemishes on her face). Gloria assisted me to the bed and she turned on the music player in the air of instrumental pang-romansang music. The first step was the facial massage and scrub followed by a steam vapor. Wow, life! very soothing! a very good bedabble moment! But when Gloria started the comadones extraction, Ouchiewatamie! Pain to the 10th power, it was a stupid stingy feeling, mama 1, 2, 3, i need help,lol. That was very painful! Then a light beam was administered to my face followed by the usual lengthy facial steps.
While i was relaxing with a cold mask on my face, i heard muttering bees. I took a peak to those bees (extending my lids so hard for there was an eye cover), wow! prettylicious - porcelain skin,wavy-long hair,perfect smile, and the over-all hotness. Really bedabble moment, the two hotties were next to my bed, so i had the chance to re-examine their figures bit by bit. Oh lala, my mind was going uber crazy, wonderland! wonderland! "you want love? We'll make it, swimming a deep sea of blankets...take all your big plans and break 'em. This is bound to be a while. Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)" but my overwhelming sexual desire was stopped when Gloria hushed "ngpatransplant n yan.." waaaaaaaaahhhh!shocked-to-death, it's like i was drenched by a supercooled water. "Damn baby you frustrate me, I know you're mine all mine all mine but you look so good it hurts sometimes",lol. I need to confirm it (sayang naman), i listened to their hush hush talks "dadating na papa ko kaya kelangan ko ng facial tsaka pedicure". waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh! Pero sa toto babaeng babae ung dalawa.waaaaaaaaaah...mas maganda pa nga sa babae pero chicharong bulaklak pwet.lol.

morale: review your nursing assessment,the subj and obj cues, the head-to-toe exam...etc.

tulog muna...

rip my face off

"i can't stand it...
who's that monster i see staring straight back at me?"
waaaaaaaaah, ako pala...its my own reflection...

I not a metro sexual type of a guy, i categorized myself under the wash and wear filthy stud who has no trouble getting laid,lol! My life's pretty cool back then but when a small bump appeared on my kissable cheek (not the butt cheek)two months ago, my pretty boy image has faded away, as if,lol.Then namutakti na!!!But it didn't matter to me, basta me kamay! Then one time while i was riding on a train, there was someone who "shhhh" me, bigla sabe, "hoy papalitan mo mukha mo"...waaaaaaaaah, i looked around and examined all the shit beside me, amfs tae ako lang meron mga bumps sa faceeeeee....taena sino sumigaw "said to myself with full anger and shame at the same time. Amfs, the fucking disgrace was no other than my high school friend. Shit! Shit! Shit! naisahan ako!

After that humiliating day with my high school "friend" (grrr), i took a moment in front of a life-size mirror, then i questioned " who's that monster i see staring straight back at me? waaaaaaaaaah! because of that realization i made a strong decision,"i need to rip of my face off!"

Maulan kanina pero tinahak ko parin akong araneta center para sa bioessence. At last, nakuha ko rin. I was reluctant pero nakita ko ulet reflection ko sa glass door, sige okay na,pasok!

Diamond peel please...

tulog muna...

singer, songster, songstress...

last night i was invited to a voice conference @ym. The room was full of cranky, talkative monkeys and the situation summoned a proactive conversation,lol. I was a lil bit baffled (for a i was a newbie and ya know', an introvert person)and it seemed that i was caught in a busy, strangers' land,lol. I really had nothing to talk about (though id really love to join the convo)..so i just observed them well...as the yahooing(a verb used for people talking on yahoo)went on, i was rolling on the floor laughing because of their cooky voices,lol.

Bruno: so twangy with her excessive nasality, lol. She said that it was a bedroom voice (woooo...spooky room!)."Tuloy ba shh...shh tayo shhhshh Ehhbsshh", now i know what ipis boses is...(madagascar hissing cockroach)My comment: You need a voice coach, stat.lol.

nene hunter: Louis Armstrong-type voice,lol. He strongly claimed that it was a "pang-romansa" voice. 'Ahnoh ahhIrah? Cuhmm k n bahhh?", his voice was like coming from a toothless dirty old man(seriously).My comment: Consult a laryngologist, you may need an immediate surgery.

the infamous queen: What a rough voice!!! Bumpy and very irregular (sounded like his vocal folds were unsynchronized). "Trinooooomaaah"(again, one more time...is that you ad infinitum Kris Aquino?),the best word that i'v heard that night, with irregular phonation beats with subharmonics modulations, lol. My comment: Does a chimp has the analytical ability that tells him when to keep quiet?

the frigid: well, i love her voice. It's very resonant, she uttered every word glamorously...(no biases pls...)My comment: Salute you!!!

swine singer: craky, yawning voice. During his "time to shine" singing moment, his voice was a bit wavering and pulsed (similar to food cooking in a hot frying pan)...lol. My comment: This a form of mutation! Calling all humpty dumpty eggheads to study this very unique subject.

lol...yeah! that made my night...kaya ako shaddap n lang,lol.

kidding! Peace out people.

Chat Aficionados (xat): incomplete list

Here are the tidbits about the different chat aficionados, my very own category - unscientific but based from my keen observation and ...entitled opinion...

The Illusionist – these are the hyena-like faces at the chat room. They have the toughest face to give themselves outstanding, fantastical, wondrous, stupendous nick but in reality they have the anchovy-like gray matter, considering the number of neurons and synaptic connections.

Samples: catch up with the combination of the cunning intelligence of Athena and the heavenly beauty of Aphrodite.

The False-Humility trickers – I’m no good but look at me again I’m great. These are the showy geek freaks who use uncertain remarks such as “baka, daw, parang ganun” in answering the inquiries of the inquirers (another category) but in fact they wanted to show off the magnitude of their superior quality.

Samples: wait till’ the coffee talks.

Know-it-all veggies – This category has a similarity with the false-humility trickers but more pesky and imposing with their tasteless display. These are the claiming extravagant as if they know all the elements on earth but sometimes, rather, most of the times; they just ride in to the infamous talk.

Samples: okay, tama nga yun, I remember (then justifies), yes ganun yun…

Weeps Spillers – These are the emotional freaks who love to broadcast their dramatic and moving fairy-tale for public support and sympathy -“Hay naku bakit mo ako iniiwasan, bakit k b ganyan…Hirap ng trabaho ko sobra na kong nagsusuffer”

Samples: ride in to the Queens’ theatrical accounts.

Lurkers – These freaks are riddled with insecurities or doubts that they’re not worth of the crowd’s attention. So they just creep around for the perfect timing. But other lurkers are more substantial with their “I watch and I see what others do not see” attitude.

Samples: log in and then see them all waiting in the shadows.

"I am here, can’t you see" animals – They are fairly straightforward but generally histrionic “attention is mine belief” animals. The attention seeker or what we usually label as the urban “pampam”. They flaunt in the room with their “all caps” statements or protracted spelling.

Samples: m2m

The rotten tomatoes or spoilers – These are the antisocial freaks who just come to the room to ruin someone’s life. There you go the unstoppable curses; they just love to unstich the sitch”

Samples: just wait, they’ll come in a moment

Inquirers - There are three types of grotesque inquirers.
The devils-advocate inquirer – they throw questions just to test how far you can go. There’s always a doubt in every answer given. They’re simply the fuckinality skeptics.
The Hyphy inquirer- These are the bunch of e40ism, deemed inferior for they’re inquiring for poppycock question. Where I could find the forum link (jeez navigate, use your eyes – voice raises octave)? Is the 07 result out already? They may sound “pampam” but better place them under this category.
The true inquirers – They question good questions.

Peace Keeper wannabe - They act as if they’re natural mediator (born or/and made), and the crowd tend to trust them for not having sides. The hell of truth, they try too hard to fit in the crowd and wish they have the skills and power of a pro but in the end they piss themselves and earn disgust. But sometimes these wannabes turn out to be an in-demand live stage thespian.

Samples: no need, way too obvious!

Lusty bunnies – rock on satyriasis and nymphomaniac. These are the lusty bunnies, they can’t live even for a minute without the thought of dirty Sanchez or of sloppily eating someone’s mighty caliber. They consider all chat rooms as sex dens and then flirt with other chatters by skanky talks and hope for the fun to progress at YM. Some lusty bunnies are discreet, they prefer PM.

Samples: blurted - ano cam2cam n tayo?


many more to go...
the branded, the copy-reader, the mouth-watery, the "Im good looking - you're ugly" animals, the true helpers, the perfectionist, etc...

Grrrr...i got sore sore sore....

I was banned damn! I wasn't able to give my full tedious speech of dunghill.
As i was jumping from sites to sites, i logged in to fili****.blogspot.com. While i was giving my "hello room" friendly greetings, one of the moderators instructed me to change my nick to my previous/original nick...(the hell of command, my nick at that time wasn't offensive at all!). It was care**** (his nick sounds like a cranky old custodian)and he shouted out loud in the room that i was on his "watch list"(that's the lame reason). Damn! I was trying to be good at that time. In reply, i said that it was my exclusive right to change my nick whenever i want to(i kept my once-in-a-blue-moon composure). But he enunciated the rules etc and he said "wait" then...thats it! end of story! I was banned! Grrrrrr....grrr...

Same old story for a bad bad bad person like me(misunderstood,lol)...but the hell i want for the moment is to give my fucking revenge to that fucking custodian in whatever means.

lol

Virtual emo: part 1

What makes a friend… a friend?
I have been on the chat zone for a pretty long time and I met different faces of the world. At the outset I was the typical newbie, weighing down the circumstances and making a good facade for everyone, for the sake of the “sense of belongingness”. Nursing drills/question and answer was the gateway in reaching the hands of others and I was lucky enough to meet the goodies of that chat room. But in a twist of fate, I found myself in the middle of curses, pranks, and throwing of hot potatoes. It was a mixed emotions being on the spotlight of disgrace and foul popularity. But I needed to stay “kalma” instead of exchanging blows with the shitty; I stayed calm and acted as if I was enjoying the glare of publicity. The days went on like that, it’s pretty tiring but at some points I was relieved that I spent my day not in the solitude of the four corners of my room. The moon and the stars had enveloped each night of the nasty piece of work at the chat room and I didn’t notice that the villains were becoming my allies in the pursuit of mere gibberish. Many nights had passed and I made out the commonalities between us. The common thing that pulled us together…