Pati ba naman ako?
I have a crush on Kim Hyun Joong! Walang kokontra!
I borrowed my aunt’s copy of Boys Over Flowers. Big mistake! My eyes are painful already. I’m crazed.
Hanggang sa Humatinggabi
I.
Sana naman ay samahan ako
Sapagkat malamig ang gabi
Patuloy ang pagdaloy ng mga sandali
Subalit ‘di ka parin umuuwi
Ang ibig tukuyin nitong puso ko
Kailan ba huhumpay ang mga pangako?
Sana naman ay samahan ako
Sapagkat sumabog na ngang lahat ng dilim
Sa bintana tinutunghayan ang iyong pag-dating
Nagpaparaan ng oras, hanggang mapraning
Napayuko napasubo umilag napipi
At naggawad muli ng panibagong pighati
Sana naman ay samahan ako
Kung sa bagay nalalaman kong minamahal mo ako
. . . at gayon ka rin sa akin
More Sugar
After Elfav, we had to look for something to wash down the salt with. I was with M so obviously, she suggested alcohol. Of course, I couldn’t say no.
We went to the new place Brews Co. The name of the bar is too cute, and too-cute doesn’t work most of the time. But according to my friends, the food is great. I will try it very soon. If you know where my old office in Aguirre is, Brews Co. is right across.
I ordered a glass of orange juice—nonalcoholic. I’ve been in this place twice and I always order their orange juice. It’s delicious. The waiter wouldn’t tell me its brand though.
M and Brutus ordered a pitcher of Blue Ice (I’m not so sure with the name but it’s blue alright). It was ok. I told M that it would be great with orange juice so there goes my virgin.
We had to go after one pitcher because the music was too loud. Off to Churrito for more sugar!
Happy happy Friday!
Ice Cream and Asin
There’s a new ice creamery in BF Parañaque, the Elfav Ice Creamery. They are in the second floor of Pergola in Phase 1.
Their ice cream’s ok. Not too different from the ones you get from the grocery, but ice cream is still ice cream. A scoop costs 40 pesos only. I tried the vanilla and cheese, both ok.
Brutus had the Bailey’s with syrup and sprinkles. It tastes exactly like the Irish Cream Liqueur.
M had the beer ice cream, with syrup and sprinkles too. It tastes like Red Horse with a splash of milk. Delicious. The beer ice cream is for adults only.
I’m craving for ice cream with Horlicks. Elfav should serve them.
I tried their T-bone and it was extremely salty. I asked the server if they could wash my steak and fry it again. They did and it still tasted the same. The server knew that there was something wrong with their marinade. I retorted with a why-are-you-still-freaking-serving-it-then smirk. They didn’t charge us for the steak—if they did Plo would’ve raised hell.
Regardless of the salty steak, Elfav is a cool place to hangout in. They have comfortable seats and a homey atmosphere. They even have games for the young at heart like us.
Another happy Brutus
Good Night Loves! Muah!
Poker Face
I owe you all plenty of blogs. Sorry, I’ve been busy . . . drinking!
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I do not play poker. I can but I choose not to. I promised my mother countless times that I will never ever lay bets. I won a mini in the casino once and I felt guilty for an entire week. I spent all my cute prize money in clothes and alcohol.
Like sex, drugs, and Miley Cyrus, poker is addictive too. I don’t need another addiction. But of course I have nothing against people who play poker since more than half of my friends do. All I’m saying is that gambling is not for me. Period.
Regardless of its social incentives, poker can also be considered as a sport—you need skills and luck—which is another reason why I don’t play.
Poker needs good judgment—how you read people. And it improves your math skills too. I’m already good in judging people . . . and math so, guess what? I’m not gambling!
Last weekend my friends played poker at An’Jour. They played, I drank . . .
Plo slept
Oths brought our favorite airline food
The reason why we love flying Cebu Pacific is not just because they’re cheap, they have delicious bread too!
Justice stands still
When justice stands still
only the fool hearted,
will contemplate pursuing even the most just of causes,
when justice stands still,
the brave only will seek retribution
for sins committed against them and their kinsman,
can any gleamse of sovereignty exist
where justice takes a tea break,
and when justice decides to stand still
will any sanity prevail,
where justice once stood still,
can any unity ever be restored
once upon a time the jews were slandered and abused
but they had the courage to stand up and refuse,
when justice stands still,
the supposed saviours become the enslavers,
who then will stand up to refuse for the people
when justice stands still,
the law makers become peace detractors,
creating laws meant not to ensure harmony,
but to bring woo to the masses,
when justice stands still,
they will seek to devour,
those they once vowed to protect,
justice stands still,
the eleventh plague,
not just a biblical fantasy,
but a present reality
tinashe severa
Justice for Ruby Rose!
Isa-isa lang
Isang tingin, isang bati.
Isang beer, isang ngiti.
Isang dagat, isang kahoy.
Isang habol, isang langoy.
Isang girlfriend, isang siko.
Isang hiwalayan, isang sumalo.
Isang tuyo, isang gamit.
Isang sampayan, isang bubwit.
Isang tuyo, isang gamit.
Isang tamis, isang pait.
Isang saya, isang luha.
Isang kama, isang nakahiga.
Isang buwan, isang paglisan.
Isang gabi, isang alitan.
Isang pakyu, isang sori.
Isang salamat, isang pasubali.
Isang ikaw, isang ako.
Isang tanga, isang gago.
Isang gabing malamig . . .
Isa pa kaya?
Happy Slip
I stayed up all night watching Happy Slip videos. Christine Gambito is adorable. Happy Slip shows the mundane life of Filipinos in the United States. The characters of this online satirical soap are riotous. We have Christine, her fawning aunt and her withdrawn daughter, Christine’s P and F deficit mother, the terse dad, and the cute boypren. No matter how hilarious these videos are, they’re still insightful. All of the earnings of the channel are being donated to Operation Smile. Go to: http://happyslip.com
Lovet!
Love, love, love, love, love, love
A few of my few readers messaged me, telling me that I haven’t blogged for quite awhile. O ayan:
Since I’m on what they call the love legroom (yes I date), also known as relationship space or break time, or the worst term, cool off (in Tagalog it’s just tigang), I started reading my old shit from my other blog just for kicks, and they’re all about the yucky love stuff. Surprisingly, my brain allows myself to be emo from time to time.
Here are some words that, inauspiciously, came out of my dubious intellect when I was soiled by love love love love love love:
- Kung nanatili akong galit, malamang patay na kayo. (If I remain angry, you’ll all be dead by now.)
- Ang pag-ibig ay babalot sa ating puso’t isipan sa ayaw mo man o gusto. (Love will envelop our hearts and minds whether you like it or not.)
- I’ve only loved one person more than myself once and it was not viable. We weren’t frightened but we had no alternative.
- You’ve managed to crush me and I’m proud of you for that. Nobody has ever hurt me as much as you did, shame on me for allowing you but I thank you anyway. What we had is still left as a big question mark. Maybe it’s better off that way. Let’s not spoil it.
Copying and pasting these words makes me guffaw. Now I realize that I want to expand this legroom. I want to be in this space forever. I don’t need to be in a relationship. I need to be . . . normal.
Here’s a SPACEcraft for our much needed SPACE:
Mariner 2, a SPACE probe to Venus at Smithsonian Institution in D.C.
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One of my best friends is now soliciting love advice from me. The “me” who thinks he has been in love only once in 23years, and it’s still open for discussion. Atrocious atrocious atrocious atrocious atrocious atrocious atrocious atrocious atrocious atrocious. Atrocious. I tried to be a good friend so I started saying really reasonable things about love. Like, 1) it will give you hypertension, 2) it makes you unintelligent, and 3) it is futile. Oh, I forgot, 4) it will kill you.
Needed some advice? Didn’t think so.
Stingy (Ever)
My family and Co went to Fish & Co. to celebrate Father’s Day in advance—because my father will be backpacking all over Palawan this month. Co and I can’t help but notice the prices.
Me: The pizza is worth a facial already—with eye treatment.
Co: This pasta I’m eating can get me two shirts.
Me: The cake is worth a good book.
Co: This cocktail is equivalent to five beers.
Me: Let’s never eat here again because assessment wouldn’t be as much fun.
Though the food in Fish & Co. is entirely delightful (and the waiters are all very pleasant), I’d rather give my extra money to church, or get myself some really nice clothes.
Fish be with you. Ang corny shet!
I love the crust of their pizza.
Their curry is not too sharp so it’s moderate to the tongue. Just the way I like it.
The pasta’s ok lang.
I love the strawberry daiquiri cheesecake. If ever I’ll go back to Fish, it’s because of this.
But the crème brulee was crap.
If you live in the south, Fish is in ATC. The area where Esprit used to be, but nobody wears Esprit anymore so they had to close . . . or relocate.
