You are currently browsing the monthly archive for March 2007.
It’s this substandard private amusement house on the intersection between Primavera and Cottonwoods. Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing. 28 was the start then 29 was the end, was it? March was the month and 2007 was the year, was it?And I believe this might call for a proper introduction, a farewell party was formulated by some of the concerned natives of the previous IV-Wisdom. The above mentioned place was the venue, and it was the venue. To start off, two-O’-clock pi-em was our little formation time. But what do you expect from these natives? Of course all of em’ are Filipinos so they follow their own Filipino time. So the supposedly three-O’-clock was turned into six-O’-clock pi-em. A good start for a good days wait. The outmaneuvered march was then headed to the pool-full house. We play through the pool and eat this new breed of pasta that was gladly formulated by Winnie. So maybe I can call it Winnie’s spag™? What do you think?
The sad part was when my beloved stellar had left the building because of her over-protective parents. It was ten by then. But, she promised me that she will be back after the moonlighting was done. It made my heart ease by a little bit. And easing it was that hard; a little conversation with my subordinates tackling about the love and lights of the rat was a little refreshing. Though the tingle goodness of Jeff didn’t quite reached the peak of the “I’ve been dying to reach you” drama of Benedict’s newly found hairstyle. So far, no new news had been driving through our skulls about that relationship of the intermingling CZTAR so we do hope for the best, or hoping for the best. It seems that my curiousness has been unleashed so I decided to head outside to watch some “not so like threesome not like porno scene…” Actually, the fun begins when I saw AJ (or Empi boy) smash his head through the cooler. This gave him a blood bathed body or blood bathed nose, more likely. It’s pretty obvious that this “AJ” is officially drunk. From that time on he’s been drinking a couple of bottle of formaldehyde-like brandy and a couple more of grape juice. He’s even drinking the water from the swimming pool. As I was watching him wreck havoc throughout the house, I noticed that he keeps on apologizing to us because he insisted that it was his first time drinking strong alcoholic liquor and that he cannot maintain his focus. Speaking of maintaining once self, Carlo, our beloved pet monkey, can’t maintain his balance because of, you’ve guess it right, liquor. He slipped and splattered and stumbled upon many studio obstacles. Then the right time came, He gave us all a warm vomit bath. Just like Irwin did, a warm vomit bath for himself. Pretty selfish huh? By the way, The J team (composed of Jeff and Josh) finally got it. They tasted the tang of the dreaded liquor. Good job guys!
More have been done and more have been seen but due to some languidness and finger aches I cannot continue this post any longer. To give you a good finale a little imagination would do. Imagine this “Party animals forming an indecent party using kitchen knives”
Ces’t La Vie….
Oh yeah one more thing.
Drink Moderately..
It was the first…It wasn’t the second…Nor the third…But the first…First in Line…First in Time…First in everything…And Anyone Else…In Between…First in rank…First in this Blank…First in something…First placer…First digger…First … It…Was…My First…Date…With….Her…
HAPPY MONTHSARY MY STELLAR!!!! I LOVE YOU!!! Love and Lights…..28/26
So, our graduation is finally over. Tears stormed our shoulders throughout the whole lacklustre process. Everybody took the same path and took the same blue tome. The Tome actually contains disturbing images of which our innocent faces were turned into monstrous abyss of handsomeness. This force us to laugh at each others over whitened, over fattened faces. But a little laugh wouldn’t hurt since sadness enveloped the entire arena floor. Decided are we (ARBT) to spice the mighty “GRADUATION DAY”. We (The undying ARBT) hunted down some glitches and inaccuracies for that specific night. First stop, Mr Birthday boy’s mischievous microphone. The guest speaker, or Birthday boy as we address him, can’t discuss the farts from his brain due to some technical difficulties. His microphone doesn’t make his voice louder when he tackles the most important scenario of his life. This made me conclude that his microphone wants him to sit down and shut-up, and auspiciously, I agree with his like MIC. Second disturbance, Grandma’s synonymous redundancy. Since the time that our beloved grandmother took everybody’s by speaking about her farewell to everyone (Duh! She’s our Valedictorian), we (The awesome ARBT) noticed that she had been using different shapes of words in her sentences but has the same meaning. A good example would be, “Our house is our abode.” See the difference??? No offence. Chillax if you will. What next? Well, after the graduation, I drown myself by watching many “desu” anime (“desu” means underground). First was Bleach, which was f*cking awesome (though it’s not that “desu) then Ichi the killer, which was f*cking awesome, and lastly “The melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya” which was rather f*cking awesome. Maybe I should change the title of this post to “Awesome F*cking”???? Nah! From that anime-sausage fest, I have learned many tricks and treats like the word “Beamu” which is directly translated as “Beam”. This word was used frequently in the anime “The Melancholy of blah blah blah (too long to type, or should I say too lazy to type)”. They refer the powers of Mikuru Asahina (One of the main characters) as Mikuru Beamu or Mikuru Beam in English. So far this Mikuru beam or Mikuru Beamu has nothing to do with whatever reason that I’m posting this in my blog. I’m just fascinated by her funny gestures and gesticulations. Hence, let me type this once and for all!!!
DON’T MAKE MIKURU CRY!
M-M-M-MIKURU BEAMU! (Ces’t La Vie)
Strike out Saturday, events just fills up my schedule in our calendar. Sir Dodi’s invitation is up first. He requested us to go to his domicile to eat our hearts out and probably hang-out with him until the sun won’t shine no more. This grand manifestation of Mr. Coronado was altered by my parent’s indecisions. They didn’t want me to go to this festival of rats and cheese. They insisted that our family’s bonding is more important than these festivities of which I spoke of. So whether it’s a deal or a no deal I have no choice but to grant their humanly whim. We then went to SM™ to fetch some nourishment. We demolished everything out of our paths and my little devilish brother was then scolded by one of the sales lady because of his ignorance. He went from crazy to obnoxious to pathetic to lame to quiet. I, of course, was laughing my thalamus out because of that incident. A very funny scenario there. And that sentence before this sentence was actually considered a fragment and my P.C thought that I should consider revising it.
After 6 hours of non-stop shoplifting shopping, we then decided to go home and call it a day. The simple routine goes, we headed to a vehicle in hopes of returning home and sit there and wait. While we were waiting for that escapade to be full, I was thinking about what I’ve been seeing as we walk the paths of the Mall all Mega. I was having a difficult time ignoring the reality of my current being. All I saw from the there was lovers holding each others hands and waists. Well, you may have guessed it right that I was probably avoiding having a glimpse of those said lovers because this wishful thinking of mine was bursting out of my brain. I was saying “If only she was here” or “If only I can be with her right now…” and “I wish my stellar was just here..” as I travel through the guarded exit doors. Oh how I wish…. Then after just this, it all comes falling apart. A realization has just been made by my compacted head muscle because of this. Sir Dodi will kill me for not going in his house!!!! I’m a dead meat ladies and gents….
Ces’t La Vie….
Weekdays pretty boring. Not much to do except cram and procrastinate for my projects that are undone. Mr. Rolly’s agenda was nearly finished, Mang C’s given spectrum was not even started yet and so on from so forth…. However, my Saturday was intereting because of my damsel, Gelline. She called me and we shared some ideas and whatnots about the ongoing in this little atmosphere of ours. We ponder and talked about something and reminisced about the past feuds and fidelities that has happened to us… Because of that I have realized many things that are lingering in my mind right now and I’m still confused about some of these things too…
- My Investigatory project is a piece of cr@p…
- I hate computations.
- My blog needs updating
- Sobrang miss ko na yung asawa ko!
- I’m haunted…
- I’m hunted…
- I’m wanted…
- I need to take a bath early so that I would not cut a good phone talk…
- She loves chips…
- Mcdonald’s and other fast food outlets need exactly 32 minutes to deliver a breakfast…
- If I receive a death note, does it mean I’ll die???
- The quote “First Love never dies” is very untrue…
- “Love is sweeter the second time around…” Yup! I Agree to that one!!
- If P is Proposal then P = 4
- It all started in a hot summery day…
- Friends are forever…
- A bad person will be always hated…
- Plasticity is next to suffering… and more plasticity…
- Good guys finish last but bad guys never finish…
- The moon can share its light amongst other astral bodies and can also share its dark holes….
- Without money there is no DOTA…
- Anti-gravity it is when I’m with her….
- A jeep can be a heaven??? Not sure though…
- I need more practice.
- Practice makes perfect…
- My arms are too short to reach cottonwoods…
- Why is my nose bleeding??? Too much Electrostatics!!!
- I LOVE YOU WHATEVER HAPPENS!!!! (Pang ilan na yan!?? Hehehe)
So far so good. If I can comprehend with this stuff I might do things without worrying that I might break something or hurt someone… I’ll try it… Ces’t La Vie…..(Seriously, Pang ilan na yun?)
This follows up Ichigoshua and Dyiele Mi Hitsugaya’s Bleach based posts.
“They call him a cheat, they call him a fraud and they call him the worst nightmare for those melee attackers. Who is he??? It’s no other than…well….ME.”
A discovery it was when a company of three rushed to their nearest unoccupied “Pley-stey-shu-nan”. One of them, an anime bio-freak and a talking dog, convinced his two more alliance to amuse their selves by playing this game called “Blits” as Chang. Yuan might have said. One round, two rounds, three rounds, four…An hour and a half has passed and still they keep on smashing the square button. Unwary of the time that hasn’t been well spent; they extended and waste some of their precious Batistas and Penyas for this temporary “Amusement”. Another tap on their shoulders and the fun was over. No more Batista or Meso or Penyas to spend for they have sacrificed all of their supposed to be earnings for a hard days sleep..err…I mean study. They were initially discontented due to the factual fiction that they still want to smash more buttons and smash more heads but no signs of luck shows. Clock checks, it was 7 to 8; time to go home and hope for the best for tomorrow.
At school, the threesome discussed it with one of their loyal subject. It seems that bearded goatee was interested in finding out hollows and death gods in our digital soul society. The persuasion continues until its time to go home. The Dog brought the Beard in our new found lair in hopes that maybe this time he might find the rivalry he needs, and rivalry it was. The other half arrived just in time to find out that a friendly match was turned into a horrible bloody bout for supremacy. Of course the latecomers wouldn’t want to miss this fascinating turn of events so they yell out “KOYAH __CHA!!!” to start another long long long night. The odds were even till the rivalry that was meant for the master and companion was split into four equal joysticks. We slash and bash and shoot arrows until it all come to an undesigning end. Frustrations were blamed to me.
A Cheater….A Hopeless Cheater…A Cheater that never Prosper…
We were hooked badly. Japanese words and stupid childish gestures are the proofs….Don’t Blame it all to me guys…. It’s just a game…Don’t take it too seriously if I can easily beat you up… And for those who can’t accept the fact that I helped him discover the cinematic finisher…well…YOU SUCK!!! Go lick your t*ngle!!!! Hehehehehehe!!!
Ces’t La Vie….. (
Orange for Ichigo’s Hair)
Say it ain't so...