the chowking float with the chowking man up there, and a yang-chow yummy white dimsum below
the gang having lunch at the cowboy-friendly resto, they serve mean-tasting-bull-riding steaks, yummm!
a flowery boy blowin his neck off in the tune of souljah boy’s crank that
karen’s sipyabolish haunted house guitar screechin shot of the ape
litsi plan! nakadalawa ko… sarap ng bwiset na yun eh
this is the scene at nevada square on a saturday night hehehe
already a great lunch for me, lechon kawali and 2 orders of hakaw (one of the positive lights i got from the kido )
kr and the hour-long puto bumbong, sa may resto na puro country music nipapatugtog, camp john hay
float of the katutubo peeps in baguio
si may, habang nagkakape at nagbabasa ng book na ang title ay changing minds…
the manila film fest float, people got crazy over the taartits that showed up, or floated by hehe. i think they loved iwa moto the most because she was jumpin around
ape: since i was a just lil kid, i have this thought about people following and leaving lines. an invisible fluid-like line of some sort that each person has. that each person traces. the line starts when a soul is conceived and ends when a person dies. and these lines are scattered all over the world. if it were to be visible, the earth would look like a giant ball of yarn. and these lines get tangled with other lines, sometimes for long periods of time, sometimes for just a few seconds…
cat:yea… and maybe we can say that sometimes people trace a common line at one point of their lives, or maybe they shared their lines and it became one… right? then it’ll either break into two lines again or just continue on flowing…
ape: hmm, yea, you made it sound like a spice girls song though cat:hehehe. jerk.
2008 era. Pasong Tamo cor Buendia, Makati.
cat: i remember years ago you told me about something about a line that each person has, back in your old apartment…
ape: hehe yea, i think our lines broke and went on separate directions but somehow got tangled again, though in a different way this time. i think we will be good friends for a very long time
cat: why? because we proved we are both jerks? hehe
ehehehe. i spent a big chunk of my adolescent life in sampaloc, the españa / blumenttrit area to be exact. i lived there for years at my evil-empire aunt’s house and then moving out to my own apartment eventually, in the same area. i still believe i am more comfortable in those streets compared to when i moved to makati years ago to get closer to them slave-traders.
but this post aint about the difference between life in sampaloc and the business district. i just wanna tell you about this place along españa near the corner of maceda. the original pares mami house! hehehe. yes, pares pares baby. if you ever find your ass around that area of manila, you should try their, what else, pares. at saka yung camto!!! jusku yung camto!!! dabist!
last night, me and the fellas went somewhere near that area to support bryan on his lancer-hunt. the mission accomplished and the boy satisfied, we decided to get dinner dito sa pares. yep, i missed it. at syempre treat ni bryan! hehe congrats man!
…after sticks of isaw, cheap burgers and stoned conversations, i was drifting to sleep on the grassy field while one of the most talented local vox hummed the first few lines; when the moon shines…
anyamet!!! (hehe i only got this word from an LSD-induced creature) the palace declared the 25th a non-slavin holiday. a long weekend. a long f*ckin weekend! what to do? what to do? where to go? where to go? two group of friends got something cooked up, but havent decided wham gonna do. the best choice is to just go home to batangas and read the 3 days away. haha. at least tipid and mas madami dive-stash for the southern-next-week.
DARN IT!!! minsan lang ang long weekends. nomads look at it like a 1-day sale at ZARA for the shopaholics. and the breeze is still cool, this is a good time to head into the mountainous north. and the two choices just happens to be up there…
Panagbenga Festival in Baguio City?…
…or Sagada in Mountain Province?
…or yea, maybe i should just stay home and finish reading a couple of old ludlum paperbacks. but its a long weekend! hehehe. people with itchy feet dont just let this chance slide. hmm. i remember being told that i should stop going to places. saying its a waste of cash. but i think its possible to be a smart walker. i mean you can travel cheap. you just have to know a few old tricks haha. and another irony, some of those heads who used to tell me to stop walking actually got influenced to get their asses off them sparco seats and get them feet dirty.
and now we all got the itch
what about you, when are you gonna start to walk this pinoy land? believe me man, its not a matter of if you can afford it, its a question of if you wanna do it. (i usually can’t afford it btw bwahahaha)
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