This is just a quick post since I have a lot of things to do as I am bombarded with requests and backlogs after being out of the office for 4 days. I got this email from a friend and I'm not really sure if this is for real or just another story from someone who's good with photoshop.
Anyhow, I got this pic through email. Not really sure as to where this came from but if this were for real I would definitely start memorizing the song, together with the dance steps with matching arms akimbo (that's in Korean of course!).
It’s been awhile since I started my hiatus from going to bars and dancing to the beat of eargasmic music like a totally inept person (I know, I suck at dancing).
So since I promised a friend that I will finally come out of my cave, I tagged along last Sunday to yet another bingeing with them. (My friends are so good with punishing their livers almost every weekend.)
After an hour or so of howling like a pack of deranged hyenas at a videoke shop, we decided to check out the infamous Numero Doce. For a Sunday, the place was still packed with regular drunkards.
They spotted some of their friends, made some beso and finally settled next to two guys whose names I can no longer recall. The middle-aged guy was a doctor and the other one was a nurse who was able to smite my friends heart faster than he can spell f-c-u-k. That’s another blog entry of course.
While everyone was busy nursing on their beers, I just sat there and scanned the place for anyone interesting. For some reason my radar wont pick up anyone worth the attention within a 50 mile radius. Tsk…tsk… I feel so out of place. So I started a conversation with the person to my right.
Me: For a Sunday, the place is still peopled with all these butterflies or whatever you call them.
Friend: Yeah! Look at those prawns! (pasayans).
Me: I know right. This place is like an extension of District 9.
Friend: So you’ve seen the movie?
Me: Yeah! Went to see the flick instead of UP.
Friend: And look at those old closet fags. I think they’ve just realized that Numero Doce is their kind of place. They look so straight acting but look at how they sway their hips. (Incidentally, Single Ladies was booming in the background.)
Me: Haha. You are such a bitch!
Most of my friends are mean and their meanness comes really handy when you’re bored and in dire need of entertainment.
Friend: Look at that guy. I swear he looks like Manny Pacquiao.
Me: Buang! So if guys with hot bodies with not so pleasant to look at faces are called prawns, what do you call his type? (referring to Mr. Manny)
Friend: They are the sea urchins! They are still part of the food chain although they are at the very bottom. When one is inebriated, the sea urchins go up a notch in the food chain and seem to blend with the prawns. One wouldn’t make out the difference and by then it wouldn’t matter anyway.
And true enough, before the end of the night he was gyrating with this random guy who looked at him as if he’s about to eat him alive. Sea urchins are dangerous. In Vino Et Veritas!
I am still a bit dazed with the sudden death of our Aunt and though I haven't fully recovered from the blow, another not so pleasant news came in. This time it left me feeling impaled in the guts. My mother just called me this morning to tell me that my 18 year old cousin is pregnant. That was an assault that made me sit in bed and wonder what on earth is going on with the people around me. I wasn't able to go to sleep because of that and the best thing to do is just to play DOTA but that's another story.
When I got in to work today and checked on my emails, one of my co-workers sent me a mail which is somehow related to what happened to my dear cousin. Golly, what is wrong with all the kids today! Good thing my mangina is not attached to any uterus or fallopian tube or whatever anatomy there is for girls.
i just got in and the first thing I usually do is check my mails and browse for articles here and there. i stumbled on this blog entry in yahoo: woman got fired,its about a woman who got fired because of sending confrontational emails in bold and ALL CAPS letters. the reason why the article made me laugh is because back then in college, i always get reprimanded by my professors for not using the correct format when doing reports. i suck when it comes to following formats.
i hardly capitalize the first letter in all my sentences when submitting projects and reports. i just dont like looking at the "i" in my sentences in bold letter. i dont make use of apostrophes and what have yous but at least i can still come up with something readable and coherent enough to mull over -- or so i think!
i always get drilled under the tutelage of our teacher whos a spinster and a meticulous "grammarian" but i never heed her word and so i incur a lot of deductions in my reports.
just like vicki walker though i got to laugh at the issue when it comes to our poetry class since mr-high-and-mighty-i-am-a-palanca-awardee-professor justified my way of writing as inherent to the writer and its perfectly ok with him. i guess just like him i think its "to each his own" when it comes to writing. for as long my style doesnt aggravate anyone reading it, i think that a-ok! on second thought, i guess i did annoy my grammar teacher but then again she's so 5 years ago.
