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torture the house lizard a.k.a. Hemidactylus frenatus is scientific speak for "this m*therf*cker craps on my bed and needs to die"
i'm thinking of chopping it's head off, with a dull cutter. but i heard them body's gonna grow out of severed head. very clever f*cker. but i figured, once said head is removed, i put glue on neck area. so body shan't grow. 1 point!
i must say though, house lizard crap's kinda artistic. like an exclamation point. something fido dido might poop out.
i have also rekindled a love for oyster. crassostrea gigas which might be latin for "squishy mulch inside weird shaped shell, that makes pearl"
i'm a fan of oyster specially if it's smothered in butter, served on a platter, drinking with a girl friend. and i'm paying. that's gotta be something.
new coke commercial, trippy. it's this fantastical, colorful depcition of what happens inside a coke vending machine. so i figured, hmm.. germs and little weird things, probably icky and dangerous, crawl all over my coke before it's served. AND! i have never met a vending machine that dispenses coke bottles. only cans.
absolut raspberry tastes like robitussin. like bad red wine. i make a face each sip of it. but good buzz. so can't complain.
enjoying my new callcenter gig. pays well. nice office. motiff is zigzag grey and violet cubicle. with overcomplicated but well crafted ergonomic chair. i want one in front of the dvd player.
can't say the same for my boss though. boss is this 7 foot unshaved fairy stuffed in a 5 foot sack who wears heels and men's clothes. sometimes a scarf would accent his hideousness. his accent is loathesome. spews out really corny one liners. who goes by the name virginia fl*wers. wow! in a bad way
that's it. i digress.
the case of the perpetual Atl+F4
sometimes i write a lot of things down, thoughts, ideas, lines, words and somewhere in the middle i just look at them and fear the idea of not arriving at a point. so i press Atl+F4. and never save them.
i guess that pretty much sums up where my life is right now.
but that's good right? it only means i'm not setting myself up for any future goals, thus no expectations, no worries, no failures. bahala na si (insert favorite superhero here, except Zsazsa Saturnahh)
i'll worry about it tomorrow
money. that's my main problem right now. earning money. specially since Christmas is just a few passouts away. and i'd really like to get my friends good gifts this year.
and in the blink of an eye, it's 2007. wow
oh and by the way, i just recently caught a music video of one of my favorite sandwich songs, DVD-X. pinoy music video have really come a long way. it's a simple video. band members with their instruments. all dolled up in tux. set up in what i think is a sewage system or boiler room. frontman raymond marasigan in a Kato mask, looking like a superhero. trippy slow motions. guitarist twirling his guitar around his neck. changing fast cuts of members' close-ups mouthing the chorus. by the end, a surprise cameo of edu manzano with a beretta in each hand, walking in slow mo, then shooting everyone. then video ends with a close up of poker faced killer. reminiscent of a michael bay or any hitman movie. beautiful.
maybe this is my calling. music video director. or at least conceptualizer.
i wish someone could post a decent manila map on the internet.
and in fairness to will devaughn's, McRice Burger's really good. i used to think the idea of rice in a burger or burgered rice or rice in place of burger bun was icky. this one's pulled off nicely. yum!
more soon. i hope
i've always wanted to prove to myself that guy sebastian (Aussie Idol) is Jill Scott's (r&b singer/producer) twin sister. i each image-googled their names individually and never thought it would be so easy to prove my claim with pictures i came up with. it just cracks me up, these two
The Devil Wears Bossinni
now that yours truly (who is currently having stomach problems, and is beer-thirsty as of this writing) is just recently jobless, it has come
to my attention at a staggering surprise that i have very little options to choose from. still, i am hopeful that anytime before the dreaded
holidays, i had already chosen a job to support my evil vices and the upcoming gift giving binges. here are dream jobs that i have been
dwelling upon, the past couple of days
sex worker - haha kidding.
pastry chef - one time while dining alone at a restaurant that serves my favorite comfort food of all time, Hickory Spareribs with mashed
potato, roll and corn & carrots plus a large lemon iced tea, i happen to be seated at a table where i can clearly see how the bread chef
works. and it fascinated me. which then reminded me of this tito vic and joey flick (i think) where the bakers press the uncooked dough with
their underarms. BLeccchhhhh!!
i'd like to learn how to knead, press, cut, slice, preheat and ultimately replace Heny Sison and her boring cooking show. i just love it when
they taste test the finish product and never ever say, "MMM... lacks salt." or "I was expecting this to taste different. Can we heat this
some more." she's basically saying all her food taste great. and they say she's a good cook or chef or whatever they're really called, but
honestly, she's a dud.
so in conclusion, i want to be a pastry chef. bow. priority: 3 stars
sex worker - ok so i wasn't really kidding the first time. i have dwelled upon this too. but all the sleaze and the disease and the moral
watchamacallits really turned me off on this one. plus, i'm still a virgin
so in conclusion, this is just too much. priority 1 star
dj - as in Rock the House, In the scene, mini celebrity House Music DJ at a prominent club. yeah, long shot, you wish, i have no background
on working the turntable or whatever they call them now. but i do know what sounds good, what works up a crowd. i've been a club goer meself.
and i guess i pretty much know how the sound environment of a given time of night goes. that there's the Rockin' intro, the steady music, the
peak hour sounds, the crashing mode.
and i have to learn pa this and that much like learning a music instrument.
so in conclusion, this is crazy. priority 2 stars
dealer - no not drugs or arms dealer. my mom had suggested i try a career in the gambling industry. she mentioned this gig at PAGC*R where i
get to, well, deal cards. specifically deal cards to rich socialites, politicians, celebrities, idle rich who have nothing better to do than
gamble. and throw ashtrays when losing.
so in conclusion, this could be my chance to practice me P.R. and probably get a hefty tip because of my wit and good looks, er, P.R.
priority 3 stars
to be concluded..
i suddenly got the urge not to finish this list.
** this just proves even further that i can't finish what i start. i gotta learn how to change that
** yes, i might start blogging again
** and stop drinking less. wait, stop drinking more. wait, first sentence sounds better. toinks beer no function well without.
X-Men 3 and a Baby
why is it that we want so much from a partner.
i would have wanted someone
who likes sex as i do
is not squeamish with porn like any *normal* 25 year old male
rides the bus and finds serenity in it
eats tokneneng balut etc
watches local tv too, at times
who would sing Hard-Fi's Hard To Beat With me, even if he *doesn't sing*
who goes to that part of malate that's colorful and sleazy - ISH
who's not afraid of his sexuality AND therefore celebrates it
who knows the lyrics to Magasin
who knows at least 4 moony songs (better if he knew at least 6 moony song remixes)
who doesn't mind my past. past meaning, my kindergarden days hehehehe
who drinks more than me
i guess it's my way of saying i would love for our relationship to last, and i believe somehow, these small things help.
it's always the small things, ain't it
actually i did find one. but she's a she. so, bummer. and that's a different story
so far this past few months my life had revolved around work, the occasional get-drunk-and-pass-out beer marathons, SOME personal writing, daydreaming and forgetting. life is a big bore. it saddens me to think that all i do on my spare time, is wait to get to work. and at work, all i do is wait to get out and do something else. like get-drunk-and-pass-out beer marathons.
i've become a big fan of stolichnaya. double, on the rocks gets the job done in 15 seconds flat. jose cuervo is a different story. legend say that drinking this will make you forget you've drank it, so you drink some more. and the activities that conspired in between those shots are those you'd rather forget. that's what they tell me.
but mind you, i only do drinking binges in the company of people who i know can look out for me. like me office stalker. heheheheh
seen xmen 3 which was hog wash. yeah it was pure eye candy. watched it with 3 friends who grew up on xmen with me. we all agreed it was crappy. so we drank beer after. the solution to life's woe that is Xmen 3 the last stand. or should i say, The Last Time I'd Watch Any Xmen Franchise. i'm exaggerating of course. i'd probably watch it again for colossus
I am Colossus's Human form's Back!
My super move: Kidney Punch. Hiyugh!
The real Man of Steel
oh in the movie, they gave Rogue a real name. and it's Marie!!! Marie?!?!?!?!?!? mot%$er#@Fu%#*CK*34ers!!!!!!!
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