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The Go Ultimatum |
norman: sir what do you think about my programmer friend i referred to you?
boss: i think he’s pretty good, might hire him
norman: ah good, just tell me if we need more gays on the team
boss: i think we have enough gay dudes on the team already
(long pause)
norman: oh! i mean guys not gays, it was a typo sir
boss: right norman… right.
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whats eating jeolbert grape |
i think me and couple of my guy friends are really getting old. and fast. we’ve been drinking a lot almost every other night for like two months now. now im also used on drinking alone. nothing strange about it. i think its pretty normal. but i guess we are getting old mentally faster than we are deteriorating physically.
i started my weekend with an order of my fave adobo shreds and bottles of cerveza negra and with no one to share it with, much to my amusement hehe. i think it was just around 6pm, friday. 11pm i changed location and met with daren and maki at tiananmen along with an old friend 
after sitting our asses off on pluffy pillows, we moved to pier1 and met with two more friends and continued drinking there.
daren was really drunk. he was cursing like crazy the whole night. maki meanwhile was whining, for reasons i cant write about hehehe. it was already saturday morning. home at 4. my boss woke me up at 8 to ask about some web stuff. wasnt able to bring myself back to sleep. the day was such a bore. couldnt wait for the evening. at around 10, met with daren and maki again at trinoma and drank til the wee hours of sunday. we wondered that night that maybe, we are sad sad persons hahahaha!
sunday was a whole day of boxing reruns. i think i watched Nonito Donaire giving Darchinyan a nice left adou-ken right in the face for like 50 times. complete with slow motions and exaggerated Chino Trinidad shit. In the evening, maki texted me and dar that he’s drinking in trinoma again, alone, and that we should come and join him. by the time we decided to follow he was already drunk and was on his way home. it felt good. i thought there wont be any alchohol for sunday.
then a new san miguel beer ad went up the tube. after a quick shower… i was back were i started, at gerrys, drinking alone. adobo shreds, pla-pla and dark lager. i walked home, wobblin. told myself… damnit. im getting too old for this.
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no reservations |
If there’s one white guy that i truly look up to, would wanna meet and have a chat with over coffee or fried tree grubs… its Anthony Bourdain. He’s the host of Travel Channel’s No Reservations show. He aint your regular toque-totting chef/host of some scripted cooking show where the audience is signaled to do the “ooohh-aaahh” sound whenever the host sets the fan on fire. This guy takes you to the other side of the culinary world and the cultures revolving around it.
If i’d have a chance to live another life for like a year, i’d be him hehehe. I’ll go to the deepest corners of the world, see different cultures, taste every bit of food they have to offer and write books about it. Of course, i’d come home from time to time for some good ol’ sisig and a bottle of dark lager
“Meals make the society, hold the fabric together in lots of ways that were charming and interesting and intoxicating to me. The perfect meal, or the best meals, occur in a context that frequently has very little to do with the food itself.”
-Anthony Bourdain
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this is your life… |
and you open the door
and you step inside
we’re inside our hearts
now imagine your pain
is a white ball of healing light
that’s right, feel your pain,
the pain itself,
is a white ball of healing light
i don’t think so
this is your life
good to the last drop,
doesn’t get any better than this
this is your life, and it’s ending
one minute at a time
this isn’t a seminar
and this isn’t a weekend retreat
where you are now
you can’t even imagine
what the bottom will be like
only after disaster
can we be resurrected
it’s only after you’ve lost
everything that you’re
free to do anything
nothing is static,
everything is appalling (evolving),
everything is
falling apart
you are not a beautiful and unique snowflake
you are the same decaying
organic matter as everything else
we are all a part of the same compost heap
we are the all-singing,
all-dancing crap of the world
you are not your bank account,
you are not the clothes you wear
you are not the contents of your wallet
you are not your bowel cancer
you are not your grande latte
you are not the car you drive
you are not your fucking khakis
you have to give up
you have to realise that someday you will die,
until you know that you are useless
i say let me never be complete
i say may i never be content
i say deliver me from swedish furniture
i say deliver me from clever art
i say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth
i say you have to give up
i say evolve, and let the chips
fall where they may.
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The Go Supremacy |
December 2006
boss: hey so i was thinking of giving you guys bonuses for the holidays
team: yey thats nice, thanks a lot
boss: hows a couple of hundred dollars each sound?
norman: hmm, how about $150 each?
team: (looks at norman)
norman: what?
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on the path |
man will search for it far and wide.
through highlands and goldmines.
to ivory sands and magic grasslands.
on floods of wonderful people.
and all of heaven’s dreaming creatures.
but man will fail.
and he will look back at his trail.
but he will not trace it to the start.
instead he will make a new track.
and somewhere along that path,
he will find the dome of the rock.
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1st grade blues |
i was checking out super lyn’s blog a while ago and she got this susie suh song (susi su sung, that sounded like a tongue twister lol) playing on the background. the song is titled light on my shoulder and i instantly liked it. i buzzed lyn up and asked if she could send me its mp3 file. turned out she got it in her home pc. said she’ll just send it tomorrow.
the funny thing, while i was harassing her for the susie suh seashells by the seashore song, a lost-like flashback came into view… and this is how it happened…
Jeo: lynnnnnnn
Lyn: u?
Jeo: lynnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
Lyn: tigilan mo ko jeo, baka ma-forward-down-forward punch kita!
Jeo: penge naman nung song ni susie suh?
Lyn: ahh
Jeo: uu ang ganda eh, punong puno ng emotions
Lyn: ahahaha
Jeo: naalala ko bigla yung grade 1 ako tapos magraise kami ng flag dapat nung crush ko na higher grade tapos yung mga bullies sa grade 6 ang pinapartner sakin yung bading…
Lyn: wahahahahahaha
Jeo: umiyak ako sa tabi ng flagpole nun lyn, umiyak ako.
Lyn: get some help jeo, get some help.
Jeo: but… but…
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dawn of man |
quarter murmurs on a chewy morning twilight,
did you… cmon, did you hear it?
why fight the era like geronimo on the whites,
lay it down soldier, its a dead end street.
for every sigh, you cursed the world of man,
but your late coming gravity
will not bring back the sands of time.
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The Boy Who Cried Wolf |
here once was a shepherd boy who was bored as he sat on the hillside watching the village sheep. To amuse himself he took a great breath and sang out, “Wolf! Wolf! The Wolf is chasing the sheep!”
The villagers came running up the hill to help the boy drive the wolf away. But when they arrived at the top of the hill, they found no wolf. The boy laughed at the sight of their angry faces.
“Don’t cry ‘wolf’, shepherd boy,” said the villagers, “when there’s no wolf!” They went grumbling back down the hill.
Later, the boy sang out again, “Wolf! Wolf! The wolf is chasing the sheep!” To his naughty delight, he watched the villagers run up the hill to help him drive the wolf away.
When the villagers saw no wolf they sternly said, “Save your frightened song for when there is really something wrong! Don’t cry ‘wolf’ when there is NO wolf!”
But the boy just grinned and watched them go grumbling down the hill once more.
Later, he saw a REAL wolf prowling about his flock. Alarmed, he leaped to his feet and sang out as loudly as he could, “Wolf! Wolf!”
But the villagers thought he was trying to fool them again, and so they didn’t come.
At sunset, everyone wondered why the shepherd boy hadn’t returned to the village with their sheep. They went up the hill to find the boy. They found him weeping.
“There really was a wolf here! The flock has scattered! I cried out, “Wolf!” Why didn’t you come?”
An old man tried to comfort the boy as they walked back to the village.
“We’ll help you look for the lost sheep in the morning,” he said, putting his arm around the youth, “Nobody believes a liar…even when he is telling the truth!”
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Come Ye Dark Woman! |
its just past midnight and im already tipsy. what a wuss. what can i say, i love ye dark lager! sweet, really sweet man. i should think of more reasons to drink to…. hmmmm then again…
…nah, i dont need one goddamn reason.
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