Tuesday, September 16, 2008
network utilities
joined two today. might join more in the future. friend says friendster is lame. i think so ,too.=P
Monday, September 15, 2008
kyapo people 2
the coins lovely gave me were poorly stashed in my jean's pocket. 1 coin escaped and clinked on the floor. i was too angry to pick it up. there was a guy who saw the coin jump from my pocket. he picked it up almost immediately.
akin yan. bilis kumuha ah.
then i walked away. fast. the guy might think of a witty retort. i didn't want to give him that chance.
akin yan. bilis kumuha ah.
then i walked away. fast. the guy might think of a witty retort. i didn't want to give him that chance.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
kyapo people
quiapo people are frustrating.
left the house soon after lunch and made my way to quiapo via the lrt. carriedo station of lrt is connected to isetann department store. the sun was angrily staring at manila so i thought to stay for a while at the store's food court. Actually there was this one food stall that sold overpriced carinderia food. i was stuffed so i told the stupid girl at the counter that i wanted sago't gulaman worth Php 28.00. i showed her my 500 peso bill. she shook her head, wala daw silang barya. told her i had nothing except that and a 20 peso bill. i walked towards the table and started to rummage through my bag. i found another Php 20 peso bill. shew gave me my drink and seemed to have forgotten that i was entitled to a 12 peso change.
miss, sukli ko.
ay, mamaya nalang.
o sige, hatid mo nalang sa akin, dyan lang naman ako naka-upo, isaid, pointing at a nearby table.
ay, tawagin ko nalang po kauo.
bakit, alam mo pangalan ko? and briskly walked towards my table.
15 minutes have passed and no hint of them doing something about my change. they were actually waiting for customers to arrive and produce that darn change. poocha, were they expecting me to sit in that dingy food court until they produced 12 pesos coins?
her nametag says her name was lovely. from the top of my lungs: LOVELY, KAILAN KO MAKUKUHA SUKLI KO? that the time her co-stupid counter girl took off her hairnet and left the stall to look for change.
poocha, ang gago naman, nakatali pala oras ko sa kanila. so i was not supposed to leave until they thought it was time for me to get my change??
lovely's co-worker finally arrived.
ma'am, dito na po sukli niyo. walked towards the counter and took the coins.
hanep.
i went back to my seat, tipped the plastic cup of gulaman and spilled green and red cubes of cheap chinese jell-o all over the table, and left the food court.
left the house soon after lunch and made my way to quiapo via the lrt. carriedo station of lrt is connected to isetann department store. the sun was angrily staring at manila so i thought to stay for a while at the store's food court. Actually there was this one food stall that sold overpriced carinderia food. i was stuffed so i told the stupid girl at the counter that i wanted sago't gulaman worth Php 28.00. i showed her my 500 peso bill. she shook her head, wala daw silang barya. told her i had nothing except that and a 20 peso bill. i walked towards the table and started to rummage through my bag. i found another Php 20 peso bill. shew gave me my drink and seemed to have forgotten that i was entitled to a 12 peso change.
miss, sukli ko.
ay, mamaya nalang.
o sige, hatid mo nalang sa akin, dyan lang naman ako naka-upo, isaid, pointing at a nearby table.
ay, tawagin ko nalang po kauo.
bakit, alam mo pangalan ko? and briskly walked towards my table.
15 minutes have passed and no hint of them doing something about my change. they were actually waiting for customers to arrive and produce that darn change. poocha, were they expecting me to sit in that dingy food court until they produced 12 pesos coins?
her nametag says her name was lovely. from the top of my lungs: LOVELY, KAILAN KO MAKUKUHA SUKLI KO? that the time her co-stupid counter girl took off her hairnet and left the stall to look for change.
poocha, ang gago naman, nakatali pala oras ko sa kanila. so i was not supposed to leave until they thought it was time for me to get my change??
lovely's co-worker finally arrived.
ma'am, dito na po sukli niyo. walked towards the counter and took the coins.
hanep.
i went back to my seat, tipped the plastic cup of gulaman and spilled green and red cubes of cheap chinese jell-o all over the table, and left the food court.
Friday, September 12, 2008
who the heck is juana pusong
johnny pusong is a popular radio personality in the eastern visayas. he's known for his wit and sardonic musings of life in general. he's like juan tamad except that he has a job and he's bisaya.
i am his sister. he is not aware of this, but i think we are related. we're not blood relatives, but somehow, somewhere in the parallel universe, we are related.
pusong in waray, literally means tarantado, gago, smart yet irrational, and irreverent.
i am his sister. he is not aware of this, but i think we are related. we're not blood relatives, but somehow, somewhere in the parallel universe, we are related.
pusong in waray, literally means tarantado, gago, smart yet irrational, and irreverent.
MMDA (f)ART
the people are as engot as their art.
months ago, one mamang mmda (pretending to be vested with the powers similar to that of policemen), hailed our car and told us we were "beating the red light."
hullo, manong! the stoplight was placed in a spot where an intersection used to be. at dahil wala na ngang intersection, pwede nang dumire-direcho ang mga sasakyan. yung stoplight, blink lang nang blink yan. wala talagang silbi yan. para lang yang may involuntary muscle gone awry.
hinuli pa rin kami. wala yatang pang-merienda. 10am na kasi yun e. baka kailangan niya ng pambili ng monay.
prior entanglements with mmda farts lead to a deduction that these human traffic obstructions revered titles. gramps once opened his attache case to reveal his IBP id beside a beretta.
we pointed to the front of the hood where an plate with the word PROSECUTOR was. the poor man opened his mouth in consternation. ay pare, hindi niya alam.
fine, to get out of this nalang, " kay fiscal 'to. fiscal ng ______."
ang gago, parang ayaw pa maniwala.
"prosecutor na ho ang tawag sa mga fiscal ngayon."
lalo lang tuloy siyang nagmukhang tanga.
"pahingi po ng aydintipikishon, para sigurado." U--L! di mo lang talaga alam. we showed him id's.
"ay, sige po." and we sped off.
kawawa na kung kawawa. you should have seen him wave at us as if we were criminals. you should have seen him speed ahead of us and cut us. you should have seen him strut towards us. ang yabang. mukhang maraming alam. wala naman pala.
months ago, one mamang mmda (pretending to be vested with the powers similar to that of policemen), hailed our car and told us we were "beating the red light."
hullo, manong! the stoplight was placed in a spot where an intersection used to be. at dahil wala na ngang intersection, pwede nang dumire-direcho ang mga sasakyan. yung stoplight, blink lang nang blink yan. wala talagang silbi yan. para lang yang may involuntary muscle gone awry.
hinuli pa rin kami. wala yatang pang-merienda. 10am na kasi yun e. baka kailangan niya ng pambili ng monay.
prior entanglements with mmda farts lead to a deduction that these human traffic obstructions revered titles. gramps once opened his attache case to reveal his IBP id beside a beretta.
we pointed to the front of the hood where an plate with the word PROSECUTOR was. the poor man opened his mouth in consternation. ay pare, hindi niya alam.
fine, to get out of this nalang, " kay fiscal 'to. fiscal ng ______."
ang gago, parang ayaw pa maniwala.
"prosecutor na ho ang tawag sa mga fiscal ngayon."
lalo lang tuloy siyang nagmukhang tanga.
"pahingi po ng aydintipikishon, para sigurado." U--L! di mo lang talaga alam. we showed him id's.
"ay, sige po." and we sped off.
kawawa na kung kawawa. you should have seen him wave at us as if we were criminals. you should have seen him speed ahead of us and cut us. you should have seen him strut towards us. ang yabang. mukhang maraming alam. wala naman pala.
on graffiti
my bro's into this graffiti subculture. methinks it's cool. they gear themselves with gasmasks and cans of spraypaint and paint away! kaya lang their works may only be found on walls of private properties, probably owned by one of the graffiti artists.
graffiti sessions begin with the participants setting up their videocam right infront of their intended obra spot. they pick up their cans and make manifest their expressions. it's like they're filming a time-lapse. galing. next time, i will post a pic of these people. bro told me there really are organized groups of graffiti artists here in manila, and there's one in cebu. when able, will feature them here. =)
graffiti sessions begin with the participants setting up their videocam right infront of their intended obra spot. they pick up their cans and make manifest their expressions. it's like they're filming a time-lapse. galing. next time, i will post a pic of these people. bro told me there really are organized groups of graffiti artists here in manila, and there's one in cebu. when able, will feature them here. =)
Sunday, September 7, 2008
okay, okay..
just when i start bashing the milf creeps, people who share their principles smother me with kindness. there is this one guy who, after a friend spit an anecdote about me loving the wild wild web, asked if i knew how to hack the system. the bragger that i am, told him a friend taught me when i was still in college. he said he wanted to learn how to open mails so he could begin sowing seeds of revenge. fuck. honestly, i don't remember a damn thing about that hacking lecture this techie guy taught me a million years ago. he told me to ask this techie guy again.
okay, okay..
for one, i never liked the idea of revenge and making ganti. its a real turn-off. two, i don't like this guy's principles. i can't trust him. he might use this against me and/or the people who hate his people. and yeah, this techie guy forgot how he did it eight years ago. another fuck. and yeah, fuck number three, i don't think he was actually successful at hacking back then.
now what to tell this milf follower...
okay, okay..
for one, i never liked the idea of revenge and making ganti. its a real turn-off. two, i don't like this guy's principles. i can't trust him. he might use this against me and/or the people who hate his people. and yeah, this techie guy forgot how he did it eight years ago. another fuck. and yeah, fuck number three, i don't think he was actually successful at hacking back then.
now what to tell this milf follower...
Monday, September 1, 2008
kili kili ng mundo
rawis is my heaven no more. it now represents the world i despise. chismosos, maninirang puri and mayayamangs thrive the place. mom says they can't help it. they haven't been to any other place but there and the town's square. yeah, but they go to church almost everyday, their social activities coincide with the Eucharistic Calendar. how can they be sooooo pious and evil at the same time??
no wonder God placed them in the map's armpits so they can't cause much harm.
no wonder God placed them in the map's armpits so they can't cause much harm.
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