If you're not IN then you're definitely OUT! Gays, queers, effems, badaffs, vaklush, maricons, and what have youse, here are some of my cousin Jomo simplified terms for homosexuals around the world, PUN INTENDED.
North American, Homo
Japanese, Sumo
British, Pukemo
Chinese, Ahmo
Spaniard, Ultimo
Latino, Primo
Mexican, Geronimo
Malaysian, Malay mo
Israeli, Ikembot mo
Iraqui, Batuhin mo
Iranian, Baboy-Damo
East Indian, Gamu-gamo
Ethiopian, Hopya mo
Korean, Anongseymo
Pakistani, Putok mo
German, Perry Como
Jamaican, Ewan mo
Afghani, Arabs, Mumo
Afrikans, Bat ang Itim mo?
Italian, Captain Nemo
Russian, Da-mo
Samoan, Kamukha mo
Hawaiian, ho` okamaka, aikane moe
Filipino, Tangna mo
Astronaut, Cosmo
And whatever you are, Walang Reklamo!
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Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
NYET PUSHKIN NYET
As I am not a person who likes to embellish stories, I'd swear to god, ceremonial, that everything I said here is the truth and nothing but the truth. But honestly, I'm really reluctant to tell you about this freng-benefactor of mine as his name is synonymous to Russian Mafia here in our city. His name alone would directly point and dangerously disclose my anonimity. And it would greatly embarrased them for some reason if they ever found out that I am writing about them. Suffice it to say that his name is Putin and be hidden among the babushka russian dolls together with his beautiful wife, Svetlana.
In time of needs, I always go to his century old office-building for help and never shun me. There's no need for written contract or anything but a firm shake of hands is enough. He'd just ask me how much I need and when I'd pay him back. No hesitation. And with his thick russian accent, he'd say, All the best! And I'm good to go.
Da...da...da...
In time of needs, I always go to his century old office-building for help and never shun me. There's no need for written contract or anything but a firm shake of hands is enough. He'd just ask me how much I need and when I'd pay him back. No hesitation. And with his thick russian accent, he'd say, All the best! And I'm good to go.
Da...da...da...
Monday, March 2, 2009
SASHIMI KNIVES FROM INCHEON
Annyeongaseo! Herro, radies and gentremen, my name is Chew-me. Moshe-moshe, my aporogies. I donut speak much da engrish...hihihi...I grew up at da greatest peninsura in da worrd cored Korea. I was raised at Oknyudong Varrey near the shitty range cored Taebaek Mountains. From here I crude see our highest peak, Mt. Kumgag to the west and the sea-port of Kosong to the north, where the most merodious music in the worrd is ever prayed. I em now eeseep sam, twenty-three years ord. Here beside me is my dearest oppa (boy-freng). Forgive him orso because he is beri-beri shy. He is now eeseep oh, 25 years ord. And freeze donut rough; his name is Suckyu-dry. But his christian name is James Jou. We're pranning to erope to Europe. We'd wed soon and raised a famiry; and hopefurry have chill children, seven to be exact. Because like Angerina Jorie, Suckyu-dry robs and rikes kids.
For the future, we're not worried because here in our peninsura, there's prenty of sweet rice to be served. Prus choco-pies, seaweeds, guraman, and derighfurr tofu-cakes. Divine. I em nut kidding. It's rike paradice.
It's orso my dream that one day, we'd ribbed peacefurry on both sides of the 38th pararrer, samseep parl, as our ancestors used to be. We'd rike to see a unified Korea where Byongyang and Seour thrives as true twin cities of our rand. Omabsamida, thank you!
Suckyu-dry, wont you say something?
___Annyeongsinika! Hinihika ka? Kore-kore? Puta, hinada! Kimchijuseyo? I em serring brades, beri-beri sharp...and cheavaroo! Wanna try? Freeze buy?
For the future, we're not worried because here in our peninsura, there's prenty of sweet rice to be served. Prus choco-pies, seaweeds, guraman, and derighfurr tofu-cakes. Divine. I em nut kidding. It's rike paradice.
It's orso my dream that one day, we'd ribbed peacefurry on both sides of the 38th pararrer, samseep parl, as our ancestors used to be. We'd rike to see a unified Korea where Byongyang and Seour thrives as true twin cities of our rand. Omabsamida, thank you!
Suckyu-dry, wont you say something?
___Annyeongsinika! Hinihika ka? Kore-kore? Puta, hinada! Kimchijuseyo? I em serring brades, beri-beri sharp...and cheavaroo! Wanna try? Freeze buy?
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
TERRI THE HATCHET
Come quick my greenie freng Jason T. of Greenpinoy.com needs our help. Apparently, the said website had been hacked over the weekend, and he got no clue as to who or what party is responsible to this madness. Even the forum that is tied to the said site, according to Bachengo himself, was nearly or in danger of assault from unscrupulous internet-minders. This is a real lost if it ever happened, and it's really sad that my daily dose of laughter would now be compromised. It also sad to think that several gems of articles that ever written from this forum would be obliterated to smitereens and forgotten by generations to come.
So I beg of you, whoever you are, and for the sake of humanity and human decency, stop hacking the most "tsak-tsek-fool" site that Pinoy all over the world love and regard as their favorite "tambayan". Let's terri the hatchet...err bury the hatchet!
God forbid that if this is yet one of those ploy, and just a desperation grab for attention, I'd swear, I'll go after them perpetrators of this childish pranks myself and chase them to the endz of the worldh.
So I beg of you, whoever you are, and for the sake of humanity and human decency, stop hacking the most "tsak-tsek-fool" site that Pinoy all over the world love and regard as their favorite "tambayan". Let's terri the hatchet...err bury the hatchet!
God forbid that if this is yet one of those ploy, and just a desperation grab for attention, I'd swear, I'll go after them perpetrators of this childish pranks myself and chase them to the endz of the worldh.
Monday, February 9, 2009
THE JOUST
I don't know his name, but I've been watching him very very intently. There's something interesting about him. I mean, the way he carries himself across the room, his looks, his demeanor; he stands out. He's not even tall, just about my height, 5 foot and 7 inches, yet heavier.
He's wearing a worn-out cream printed sweat-shirt over a dark-blue untucked undergarment, heavily buckled stone-washed designer jeans, and a classic striped rubber shoes.
His hands are fidgeting restlessly inside his pockets.
He is Asian but I can't tell for sure if he's Korean or Japanese. He hardly fit the profile. In fact, his eyes are not even slanted nor chinked (boy I'm such a racist) the way most of them are. They are actually rather large, doe eyed shape setted and lucid like tot's marbles. His nose, thin, and decent. He got a shoulder-lenght very shiny hair. Black and unkempt. He is also sporting a three days old beards and whiskers that suit him just fine.
It occured to me that he was also oogling me rather unstealthily. His gaze were penetrating, swordlike and I could have been pierced, killed right there and then. But instead of averting, I fought him off with equal pert; lances and arrows. Like two knights atop their horses, we're unashamedly jousting each other. Err sizing. He then in turn, dis-armed with arresting smiles. And it broke the ice so to speak; and only then that I had the courage to ask him, half-jokingly, whether he is a bigamist or masochist.
He scratched his head and cringed, Excuse me?
To which I hurriedly pointed his shirt with B.M. prints on it, What does it mean...Bussiness Management?
He pinched his shirt, up his chest; thought of it carefully, literally tounge-in-cheek; looked me in the eyes and said, Blow Me!
I'd swear, my jaw dropped from that flagrant invitation!
tbc
He's wearing a worn-out cream printed sweat-shirt over a dark-blue untucked undergarment, heavily buckled stone-washed designer jeans, and a classic striped rubber shoes.
His hands are fidgeting restlessly inside his pockets.
He is Asian but I can't tell for sure if he's Korean or Japanese. He hardly fit the profile. In fact, his eyes are not even slanted nor chinked (boy I'm such a racist) the way most of them are. They are actually rather large, doe eyed shape setted and lucid like tot's marbles. His nose, thin, and decent. He got a shoulder-lenght very shiny hair. Black and unkempt. He is also sporting a three days old beards and whiskers that suit him just fine.
It occured to me that he was also oogling me rather unstealthily. His gaze were penetrating, swordlike and I could have been pierced, killed right there and then. But instead of averting, I fought him off with equal pert; lances and arrows. Like two knights atop their horses, we're unashamedly jousting each other. Err sizing. He then in turn, dis-armed with arresting smiles. And it broke the ice so to speak; and only then that I had the courage to ask him, half-jokingly, whether he is a bigamist or masochist.
He scratched his head and cringed, Excuse me?
To which I hurriedly pointed his shirt with B.M. prints on it, What does it mean...Bussiness Management?
He pinched his shirt, up his chest; thought of it carefully, literally tounge-in-cheek; looked me in the eyes and said, Blow Me!
I'd swear, my jaw dropped from that flagrant invitation!
tbc
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
ALL ELSE FAILED
Her resources were now depleted. I mean, Contravida's lifestyles finally caught up with her. She declared herself bankrupt. It's too bad she did not listen to me. I'm still hoping against all odds that she'd pay me. I'm still waiting.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
THE BARNACLE EXPERT
I have nothing to complain, really! But I only wanted to teach someone about the absurdities of life.
A fellow blogger from Dubai thought that I'm a nosy and impertinent bastard. And I should be glad just the same, because he took time to write and dedicate a poem about moi. But the molestedtated twin eggaroo had had me all wrong. Instead of calling me as The Globe Watcher, he kept naming me as the global surveyor or observer or much worst as synonymous to a perverted inspector. Whatever does he mean by it, I got no effing clue. I can only think that he is probably suffering from dyslexia since he could not discern the difference of the above italicized words. No wonder my blogpage link to his website is up until now in question and hanging by a thread so to speak. If only he would take some time to read very carefully, I'd be much happier. But he most probably had a reason by doing so and who am I to correct this. After all, I am not a barnacle expert to tell him so.
Charles just where the hell are you?
Frankly speaking, he's so eloquent despite being twice molested! Ain't that right, Mr. Eggs?
So please, I'm begging you, kindly read this budding link.
http://mte-emptywords.blogspot.com/2008/07/global-watcher.html
A fellow blogger from Dubai thought that I'm a nosy and impertinent bastard. And I should be glad just the same, because he took time to write and dedicate a poem about moi. But the molestedtated twin eggaroo had had me all wrong. Instead of calling me as The Globe Watcher, he kept naming me as the global surveyor or observer or much worst as synonymous to a perverted inspector. Whatever does he mean by it, I got no effing clue. I can only think that he is probably suffering from dyslexia since he could not discern the difference of the above italicized words. No wonder my blogpage link to his website is up until now in question and hanging by a thread so to speak. If only he would take some time to read very carefully, I'd be much happier. But he most probably had a reason by doing so and who am I to correct this. After all, I am not a barnacle expert to tell him so.
Charles just where the hell are you?
Frankly speaking, he's so eloquent despite being twice molested! Ain't that right, Mr. Eggs?
So please, I'm begging you, kindly read this budding link.
http://mte-emptywords.blogspot.com/2008/07/global-watcher.html
Thursday, July 17, 2008
HE 'S BACK
Last time he said adieu bid farewell, goodbye
Expresssed love's despair, breathed final sigh
Tumultous fans, friends shook heads in disbelief
Heavy-hearted river-god, Lethe, oblivious grief
Amidst the outcry, clamour, unanswered questions
Left a dent hollowed marks on everyone's imagination
Veered, swerved briefly, in uncertain opposite direction
Erstwhile, espousing new verses, ideals, sublime aspirations
Raising awareness, consciousness thru choruses and songs
Singing, shouting this time around 'bout live's sojourn,
Exposing injustices in any creeds, shapes or forms
Strange indeed, legendary, mythic...forever more.
Monday, June 16, 2008
JAZZ CAN'T BEAR IT
As an avid blogger writer, ayzprincess, have two ambitious blogspot website; uhm...erhm...pfft...blah...and Nawawalang Blogger, respectively. Here she once wrote a very poignant poem titled "Di Ko Matiis", which means "Unbearable". As I asked if it's her original english poem mix in vernacular; she readily admits that she had a hard time translating part of her third verse in native tounge, Tagalog.
Az I waz really up to a challenge, live by wordz, and love theze linez, zhe allowed me to tranzlate the aforementioned versez.
So az a birthday gift to ayzprincess, here iz Di Ko Matiis in itz entirety:
Az I waz really up to a challenge, live by wordz, and love theze linez, zhe allowed me to tranzlate the aforementioned versez.
my refuge is my down fall
my sanctuary is my hell
in your arms I am safe, but my heart is doomed
and everything may just be in vain
So az a birthday gift to ayzprincess, here iz Di Ko Matiis in itz entirety:
sa dibdib ng katotohanan
sa pusod ng realidad
ngiti ang katumbas ng bawat luhang
hindi mai-iyak.
sa unos na dala ng ngayon
hinahangin ang nalalabi kong pag-asa
binabagyo
ang puso kong pagal.
kaligtasan ko'y aking kasawian
apoy ang aking kanlungan
sa piling mo, ako'y matiwasay
ngunit puso ko'y isinadlak
at ang lahat ay balintuod lamang.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
GREENFORUMS EB POKER NIGHTS
I had a dream that on May 10th, at lethalverses pad in Makati, I was there with my greeny folks. As it was so hot and humid, even the prepared liquor and cold drinks were no match to quench the dried parched throats of everyone present. That night as well, the aircon was not working, and even the electric fan LV had was decommissioned for some strange twist of fate. Needless to say that everyone were busy fanning themselves with anything they got in hand, newspapers, magazine, coupon bonds, and even toiletries just to relieve themselves with this excruciating humid and hotsie night. But all in all, it was an experience, nobody would soon forget, and here's why...
Greepinoy Jason was first to arrive. LV made his assignment so well, preparing all the necessary stuff needed for this aybols, poker exclusive night. Then one by one, chroneicon, axel, mariano, gasoline dude, and cousin jeck was at the doorstep. They never wasted any time high fiving each other. Meanwhile, the girl entourage of ayzprincess, damdam and pampnoy were fashionably late. It was actually PB abnoy's fault as to why they were 29 minutes behind to this 7:00 o'clock tryst. They all had brought hard liquor and drinks to this occasion. But I, jimg29, just managed to bring une cerveza de pataranta, coz that's all I cared abawt.
The night started very well, singing karaoke, belting Regine and Charice songs. G dude, with his masculine physics was surprisingly demontrating his Celine Dion voice to my delight. Jeck of course did not disappoint with a Gary V. power ballad, Betty's In Bed! And LV strum the sitar err the guitar. Alex, in the meantime was busy preparing some snack in the kitchen, chicharong baboy, while constantly swigging a bottle of San Miguel. "I wont get drunk with this!", he told himself.
Cee Ay (chroneicon) was also shoving his foot on his mouth while arguing with his friend-boss Bavhengo. "I wont forget the deadline!", he yelled, to which I got no fucking clue. The ever so shy mariano was bessoted with the girls. They soon enjoy pinching each other nipples and smelling their under-arms. "Boy, wasnt that so hot!"
I should have brought Kidlat with me, but for unforseen reason, he was busy lightning in the bayou. Even Shayleigh, my loyal secretary was busy looking for dates with her nanny friends in some museums out there in Quebec. I told her to go west, where the real and macho men are one dime a dozen. I even called de Lyzius, but the bitch, was so busy emoting and finding her place in the desert sand.
Aahh James of course, the tarush guy was nowhere to be found. I suspect, he was just canoodling with his Korean boytoy learning to paint oriental origami and lettering styles.
So many people to mention, and I CUNT even comprehend that dream.
Until kdr and leyn showed up and hurriedly prepared the poker tables. They really did not care a hoot for they have each other company the entire night.
"You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, know when to run". This is what I'm humming about while waiting for the tournament to start.
A little while soon when everybody had deeply fallen at ease with each other, the card game commence. Luck of the draw, I was chosen the initial button and by right became the dealer.
Nine people altogether were interested to partake with the showdown.
Flop after flops, turns, and rivers, every body had their share of winnings. GP's cowboys hand was good enough to beat Jeck's dueces. The entire night, for some strange reason, Jeckass was so lucky to get ducks, row upon row, and each time he would lose with a set or three of a kind.
They even tried to cheat pampnoy by declaring her straight to the six was beaten by a bicycle.
Ayzprincess was ever so happy receiving broadway cards, thinking that it was her chance to be discovered in Hollywood, haha. While axel in his confusion muck his quad draw to the delight of gdudes' mediocre trey hand.
I kept dealing a misdeal hands because I was getting drunk to this Vincent Van Gogh...wasn't this anise, French favorite potent drink? Well any hoo. Flushes after flushes was damdam's luck of the night until her face was evidently flustered in red. "I'm in no way drunk yet, bottom's up!"
But my claim to the pot was a James Bond gutsy move for a gut shot straight flush. (You dont know what I'm saying, do you?)
Girls were secretly hoping that this poker night would turn into a stripping contest. Because in the end, they were broke and lose all their chips.
Blinds after blinds, and big blinds, and high stake straddles, only moi, GP and LV was left for the showdown. Jeck was actually salivating at the thought of us dressing down to our socks. To which I was not really hard on (pardon the pun) to lay down.
We also had chop-chop hands, that left GP undressing his trousers. I even called a lousy hands just to check LV's heart rate to the board of 2 of hearts, 2 of spade, 9 of diamond, 9 of clubs, and Queen of diamond.
My card then was simply double snow men, while I suspected he had better hand. But I actually stole the pot for letting him think that I got set of Queens. Dumb moves always are triumphant, I may add. For he was actually helding pairs of ace at that time.
But of course this may never happen in real life. Tsk..tsk...Only in dreams.
Greepinoy Jason was first to arrive. LV made his assignment so well, preparing all the necessary stuff needed for this aybols, poker exclusive night. Then one by one, chroneicon, axel, mariano, gasoline dude, and cousin jeck was at the doorstep. They never wasted any time high fiving each other. Meanwhile, the girl entourage of ayzprincess, damdam and pampnoy were fashionably late. It was actually PB abnoy's fault as to why they were 29 minutes behind to this 7:00 o'clock tryst. They all had brought hard liquor and drinks to this occasion. But I, jimg29, just managed to bring une cerveza de pataranta, coz that's all I cared abawt.
The night started very well, singing karaoke, belting Regine and Charice songs. G dude, with his masculine physics was surprisingly demontrating his Celine Dion voice to my delight. Jeck of course did not disappoint with a Gary V. power ballad, Betty's In Bed! And LV strum the sitar err the guitar. Alex, in the meantime was busy preparing some snack in the kitchen, chicharong baboy, while constantly swigging a bottle of San Miguel. "I wont get drunk with this!", he told himself.
Cee Ay (chroneicon) was also shoving his foot on his mouth while arguing with his friend-boss Bavhengo. "I wont forget the deadline!", he yelled, to which I got no fucking clue. The ever so shy mariano was bessoted with the girls. They soon enjoy pinching each other nipples and smelling their under-arms. "Boy, wasnt that so hot!"
I should have brought Kidlat with me, but for unforseen reason, he was busy lightning in the bayou. Even Shayleigh, my loyal secretary was busy looking for dates with her nanny friends in some museums out there in Quebec. I told her to go west, where the real and macho men are one dime a dozen. I even called de Lyzius, but the bitch, was so busy emoting and finding her place in the desert sand.
Aahh James of course, the tarush guy was nowhere to be found. I suspect, he was just canoodling with his Korean boytoy learning to paint oriental origami and lettering styles.
So many people to mention, and I CUNT even comprehend that dream.
Until kdr and leyn showed up and hurriedly prepared the poker tables. They really did not care a hoot for they have each other company the entire night.
"You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, know when to run". This is what I'm humming about while waiting for the tournament to start.
A little while soon when everybody had deeply fallen at ease with each other, the card game commence. Luck of the draw, I was chosen the initial button and by right became the dealer.
Nine people altogether were interested to partake with the showdown.
Flop after flops, turns, and rivers, every body had their share of winnings. GP's cowboys hand was good enough to beat Jeck's dueces. The entire night, for some strange reason, Jeckass was so lucky to get ducks, row upon row, and each time he would lose with a set or three of a kind.
They even tried to cheat pampnoy by declaring her straight to the six was beaten by a bicycle.
Ayzprincess was ever so happy receiving broadway cards, thinking that it was her chance to be discovered in Hollywood, haha. While axel in his confusion muck his quad draw to the delight of gdudes' mediocre trey hand.
I kept dealing a misdeal hands because I was getting drunk to this Vincent Van Gogh...wasn't this anise, French favorite potent drink? Well any hoo. Flushes after flushes was damdam's luck of the night until her face was evidently flustered in red. "I'm in no way drunk yet, bottom's up!"
But my claim to the pot was a James Bond gutsy move for a gut shot straight flush. (You dont know what I'm saying, do you?)
Girls were secretly hoping that this poker night would turn into a stripping contest. Because in the end, they were broke and lose all their chips.
Blinds after blinds, and big blinds, and high stake straddles, only moi, GP and LV was left for the showdown. Jeck was actually salivating at the thought of us dressing down to our socks. To which I was not really hard on (pardon the pun) to lay down.
We also had chop-chop hands, that left GP undressing his trousers. I even called a lousy hands just to check LV's heart rate to the board of 2 of hearts, 2 of spade, 9 of diamond, 9 of clubs, and Queen of diamond.
My card then was simply double snow men, while I suspected he had better hand. But I actually stole the pot for letting him think that I got set of Queens. Dumb moves always are triumphant, I may add. For he was actually helding pairs of ace at that time.
But of course this may never happen in real life. Tsk..tsk...Only in dreams.
Monday, May 5, 2008
TOM BABAUTAN
I just remember to tell you about my kumpadre Tom Babautan. He's the sweetest man I ever known. And I won't be ashamed to admit that I probably have a man-crush to this guy. His nurse-wife, J___, would attest to what I have to say, on how sweet more than honey is this bee, Tom Babautan, not his real name of course. After all they got married at Fort Ilocandia five years ago, didn't they? I should also say that they really good for each other. The mujer is also caring and loving. I guess it's their upbringing. They're both laid back kind of people and ever so generous and kind.
Before Tom joined his wife here in Edmonton, he worked in Dubai, the desert sand paradise as Jack of All Trades. And told me how fast their life in there. "Never a dull moment, huh?" And the money is really easy. He amassed a lot of wealth from years and years of slave-ing to this middle east petroleum country. That's why, he was so surprised to see how backward seemed to be this Onion Town. Welcome to red neck Alberta, I said.
Tom is somewhat choosy for a job, so he took a course in paleontology. Meanwhile, his Papa-Ama still in Dubai is the one who is managing his wealth. Whenever he needs money, he will just call Dubai, and presto, the money is sent electronically.
"Na...ri...gat su...ma...rak... ti.. job...di...toy!... Ma...sa...dot... ak...kon!"
I swear this is how he speaks. Ever so slowly and not deliberately. From his sing-song intonation and diction, you'd probably not notice that he's already mad. I was really accustomed to my folks back home speaking like birds in high pitches. Fast and fast. "Ukin 'nana! Dagmil, Langgong!"
But not Tom Babautan, the world could stop when he talks. He mince words in subtle fashion. Even in emergency, nothing is ever so urgent!
"Da...ra..sin...yo!...Wen?...Ta...loooooong...dis...tance...day...toy...!!!"
"An...ya...ti...sida...yo?... Nag...i...mas...yo...!!!"
Before Tom joined his wife here in Edmonton, he worked in Dubai, the desert sand paradise as Jack of All Trades. And told me how fast their life in there. "Never a dull moment, huh?" And the money is really easy. He amassed a lot of wealth from years and years of slave-ing to this middle east petroleum country. That's why, he was so surprised to see how backward seemed to be this Onion Town. Welcome to red neck Alberta, I said.
Tom is somewhat choosy for a job, so he took a course in paleontology. Meanwhile, his Papa-Ama still in Dubai is the one who is managing his wealth. Whenever he needs money, he will just call Dubai, and presto, the money is sent electronically.
"Na...ri...gat su...ma...rak... ti.. job...di...toy!... Ma...sa...dot... ak...kon!"
I swear this is how he speaks. Ever so slowly and not deliberately. From his sing-song intonation and diction, you'd probably not notice that he's already mad. I was really accustomed to my folks back home speaking like birds in high pitches. Fast and fast. "Ukin 'nana! Dagmil, Langgong!"
But not Tom Babautan, the world could stop when he talks. He mince words in subtle fashion. Even in emergency, nothing is ever so urgent!
"Da...ra..sin...yo!...Wen?...Ta...loooooong...dis...tance...day...toy...!!!"
"An...ya...ti...sida...yo?... Nag...i...mas...yo...!!!"
Friday, April 18, 2008
KENKAY IN DISTRESS
Calling all united front of worldwide faggs. This is to inform you that as of today, Queeriosity, a Manila club was under siege by squadron thugs of the government's agency against indecency. My earstwhile amiga, Kengkay is now out of wits announcing on his blog about the zaniness of the situation. His best friend texted him that he needs help as he was now under detention. As I'm here, very much 15 hours away from the sad events, all I can do is to call your attention.
Hey Ann, Ro, Kev, Jamy, GP, Claries, Khoopsy, Arnie, Crock, Hillary, Barbra, and all my friends on la la land; can't we do something about this? I mean, can we possibly let PLU, brothers and sisters suffer the humiliation? Haven't they suffer enough? Nong, please come home and show your support. How about Pro Gay Movement, AJ, Maruja, Kai, Gibbs, Ricky et al. Are we going to stand idly by? One confidant suspects, Corporate Closet is among the poor fellow that these baton wielding officers had detain.
This incident sounds like the Stonewall riots of 1969 in New York City, where police cops raided a dingy private club run by Mafia that caters to gay-clientle, for alledgedly serving booze and alcohol illegally.
It's really too bad that Queeriosity is now put out of commission because according to my sources, this is where the Greenies are going to hold their grand EB.
So please stop this madness and uphold the licence of this otherwise fun charade. Bring out the clouds and don't rain on their parade. Stop the raid!
Hey Ann, Ro, Kev, Jamy, GP, Claries, Khoopsy, Arnie, Crock, Hillary, Barbra, and all my friends on la la land; can't we do something about this? I mean, can we possibly let PLU, brothers and sisters suffer the humiliation? Haven't they suffer enough? Nong, please come home and show your support. How about Pro Gay Movement, AJ, Maruja, Kai, Gibbs, Ricky et al. Are we going to stand idly by? One confidant suspects, Corporate Closet is among the poor fellow that these baton wielding officers had detain.
This incident sounds like the Stonewall riots of 1969 in New York City, where police cops raided a dingy private club run by Mafia that caters to gay-clientle, for alledgedly serving booze and alcohol illegally.
It's really too bad that Queeriosity is now put out of commission because according to my sources, this is where the Greenies are going to hold their grand EB.
So please stop this madness and uphold the licence of this otherwise fun charade. Bring out the clouds and don't rain on their parade. Stop the raid!
Thursday, March 27, 2008
POR LA PALMETTA MEDIA
Esta noche, no hay dormir buena porque mis una suenya revolvera de mis amiga tonta. Recuerda la palmetta media? Si,la senyora demonstra la una diaspora y fuerza colora. Escribienda la puta mija en PM,(mensahe privada). Si puedes y necessitas possible KANTUT mas! Chingada me a pensar con esa palmetta media. Querremos bailar contiga. Pero a tiempo, no hay suerte recieve-ando escritas por de ella. Espera boba...mi bonita y una paloma blanca...espera. Manyana es una nueva dia.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
ELECTRONIC MAIL MANIA
Here I am feeling pestered about my UCHOOB mails. Getting very impersonal stuffs and robotic messages is not what I preffered to receive. Dealing with my e-mails is somewhat laborious, time consuming, and downright annoying. It's a good thing, most of us have spammer that simply deals with this.
But what do you do when your Kevjumba and you get about over 10,000 mails? How do you respond to all of that? Would you have done differently? Or take it for granted? Maybe, let it grow like weeds, and before you know it, you got the whole forest. (Well not exactly) Kev said he felt bad by not responding to all of his e-mails but can't do anything about it. He actually reads them but just doesnt have the time to respond to all of it. "Doing so is just ridiculous." But he admits he really likes the attentions that he gets from his fans and friends of his websites.
Don't I wish I have the same accolades but on the second thought, I won't be bothered. And this is the same reason why I no longer bother reacting or commenting to what I viewed from YT. Well unless neccessary, that is!
But what do you do when your Kevjumba and you get about over 10,000 mails? How do you respond to all of that? Would you have done differently? Or take it for granted? Maybe, let it grow like weeds, and before you know it, you got the whole forest. (Well not exactly) Kev said he felt bad by not responding to all of his e-mails but can't do anything about it. He actually reads them but just doesnt have the time to respond to all of it. "Doing so is just ridiculous." But he admits he really likes the attentions that he gets from his fans and friends of his websites.
Don't I wish I have the same accolades but on the second thought, I won't be bothered. And this is the same reason why I no longer bother reacting or commenting to what I viewed from YT. Well unless neccessary, that is!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
BEYOND THE MOON
WHAT MAKES US HUMANS?
A masked man MadV of YT asked the age-old question above. With his video-blogs, the HUMAN PROJECT, he never ceases to amaze and inspire us. That is a simple question but makes you wonder and think what really separate us humans from other living organisms in this vast still unconquered Juniverse. He is inviting us to share our thoughts about being a human through video-response. Since I'm all too aware that this might jeopardize my guarded identity, I here decided to answer him thru this page. There are several answers I could qualify that begs to differ with his viewers. But let me introduce you first to important links about our subjects. Then decide for yourself after connecting these dots:
http://www.youtube.com/MadV
http://www.myspace.com/anexplorer
My bastard khoopsy friend once shared that humans won't be ready or uncapable to annihilate oneself. Isn't that remotely possible? Humans are truly complex organism or species for that matter. And this is what I believe: US HUMANS DREAMS...INDOLENT WE MAYBE BUT WE ALSO DARE TO DREAM! Because of yearnings, humans also achieved and attained miles and miles away from here like daring star trekkers.
Now if I could only proved that MadV and this anexplorer dude are but the same. Hhhhmmmm...
A masked man MadV of YT asked the age-old question above. With his video-blogs, the HUMAN PROJECT, he never ceases to amaze and inspire us. That is a simple question but makes you wonder and think what really separate us humans from other living organisms in this vast still unconquered Juniverse. He is inviting us to share our thoughts about being a human through video-response. Since I'm all too aware that this might jeopardize my guarded identity, I here decided to answer him thru this page. There are several answers I could qualify that begs to differ with his viewers. But let me introduce you first to important links about our subjects. Then decide for yourself after connecting these dots:
http://www.youtube.com/MadV
http://www.myspace.com/anexplorer
My bastard khoopsy friend once shared that humans won't be ready or uncapable to annihilate oneself. Isn't that remotely possible? Humans are truly complex organism or species for that matter. And this is what I believe: US HUMANS DREAMS...INDOLENT WE MAYBE BUT WE ALSO DARE TO DREAM! Because of yearnings, humans also achieved and attained miles and miles away from here like daring star trekkers.
Now if I could only proved that MadV and this anexplorer dude are but the same. Hhhhmmmm...
JUST A KILOMETER AWAY
Whooossshe waaahh...That takes off a lot of my load. I mean really, I thought I'm beginning to lose my mind. I never slept over these pressing recent problems. Links and links galore over blogger and wordpress. Being still a newbies, I'd like to think I am, it's so frustrating to think what is realy going on once you posted an entry, and sometimes what would happened to it once you decide to delete them. I learned that they never really gone away for good. Somehow they just kabloged out there on that vast mysterious cyberspace. If you think I'm being vague, well this is not your concern. Only C.A. would know what I'm talking about and I thank her from the bottom of my HART. Lesson learned from all of these is not to be overly confident to what you disclose on the internet. Be wary at all times. Guard your tracks. Trust a few. Don't leave incriminating evidence that your enemy would use against you. And B4U click enter or send think hard of what U say. BE KIND SUPER FRIEND AND WIPE YOU BEHIND...LOL
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
ABRIA CARTA A CONTRA-VIDA
Ola amiga, como esta? Que barbaridad! La accidente de tuya a la semana despues es una horrifica. Entonces daytoy laeng ti masaok. Uray awan bibyang co. Nasayaat ti inaramid mo nga nakikipulong kenjay attorneym. Ta dak-kil pay ti mai-compensate kenkwam. Nalaka unay nukwa nu naki-settle ka daras kenti car insurance mo, ta dagidyay kapadas nyo nga naaksidente idi ket, makaala laeng ti $4,000 nga compensation kanu. Ammom, narigat la unay ti biyag. Isu nga nu di ka ag-wise, mabalen nga awaan lattan. Makastrek ka pay kadi?
Itapay nga dandanin ti election, ibagak lang-ngen nga ibutom ti Liberal, gaput daytoy PC nga nakatakdir ti gobyerno itatta ket isuda lattan ti namay-am kadidyay maximum caps nga very unconstitutional. Isu ta sao ti Judge nga nag-toss kadaydi ruling about soft tissue setttlement. Ket ittatta ket kayat da pay nga i-appeal pa kuma. Ngem nu isuda ti mapan ta nga ibotos, in promise da nga i-abolish ti health care premium. Ayna! Anya ngata?
Awan basul kon ketden nu kasno ti panay-am ken aramid, wen? Ala ngarud, kumare, hasta luega!
Itapay nga dandanin ti election, ibagak lang-ngen nga ibutom ti Liberal, gaput daytoy PC nga nakatakdir ti gobyerno itatta ket isuda lattan ti namay-am kadidyay maximum caps nga very unconstitutional. Isu ta sao ti Judge nga nag-toss kadaydi ruling about soft tissue setttlement. Ket ittatta ket kayat da pay nga i-appeal pa kuma. Ngem nu isuda ti mapan ta nga ibotos, in promise da nga i-abolish ti health care premium. Ayna! Anya ngata?
Awan basul kon ketden nu kasno ti panay-am ken aramid, wen? Ala ngarud, kumare, hasta luega!
Sunday, February 3, 2008
DIL TO PAGAL HAI
G.K. Ji, Hi. It's been a long long time since you last visited me. And to my surprise...you finally came by! You had no idea how this made me happy. Devana hai! And all the memories came flowing back like tears. Had you known? You must have.
It's not even allowed for me to shake hands...but luckily...I'm on a dead table. So I grabbed your hand and shook you. This of course is against our establishment's rules of no-nos. Taboos! If you like. But I didn't care. And my oh my, you changed quite a bit. Tum deko hai. Getting heavier, aren't we? With all that 'bulaga' entrance, I almost had a heart attack. I didn't even know what to say. I couldn't understand at first what your saying to me. I'm so beside myself. But I'm really glad to learn that you have a new enterprise. At first I thought you've gone living in United States. Pardon my discerning ear accent. As usual your towering side-kicks made me so nervous. Were they also on real state? You forgot to mention.
Oh yeah, thanks for the business card you gave me btw. I'll keep it forever. Better yet laminated. And for sure...I'll avail your assistance or if Didi ever needs one. Acha Bhaia? Aprub-aprub.
It's not even allowed for me to shake hands...but luckily...I'm on a dead table. So I grabbed your hand and shook you. This of course is against our establishment's rules of no-nos. Taboos! If you like. But I didn't care. And my oh my, you changed quite a bit. Tum deko hai. Getting heavier, aren't we? With all that 'bulaga' entrance, I almost had a heart attack. I didn't even know what to say. I couldn't understand at first what your saying to me. I'm so beside myself. But I'm really glad to learn that you have a new enterprise. At first I thought you've gone living in United States. Pardon my discerning ear accent. As usual your towering side-kicks made me so nervous. Were they also on real state? You forgot to mention.
Oh yeah, thanks for the business card you gave me btw. I'll keep it forever. Better yet laminated. And for sure...I'll avail your assistance or if Didi ever needs one. Acha Bhaia? Aprub-aprub.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
EDMONTON GLOUREIA!
Since Sunday morning, January 27, Edmonton felt the brunt of winter storm. Minus 30 degrees Celsius is what most Edmontonians are braving nowadays and no relief is in sight as the forecast says that it would remain until at leastThursday. Oh my! By 11 a.m. I had to wait for ETS bus 181 which didn't came to this east-northenmost godforsaken suburb. So I decided to come back to my mother's place and ask baby sis Budda to drive me to at least the Clairview train station. The road is already bad and we keep slippin' and slidin'.
This weather also wreak havoc to my kumare ContraVida after helping loca Yolanda, her friend, boost her car. Then afterwards, she in turn cross path to an oncoming ricocheting car. Tried as she may to avoid it, she couldn't. She too was skidding like swan lake so her van was now a total wreck after being smashed hit head on and sides. It's really bad luck, cause that van was just recently vandalized and $200 worth of glass window replacement were done. But I should say that she's lucky to be alive. An Angel is still looking out for her from above. I say, it's not yet her time (knock on wood) considering the horrific look of her driver's side ( I sense money and litigation is on the way, hehehe).
Frigid weather such like this is very normal on Edmonton especially these days and believe you me, I'm not complaining. Just learn how to bundle up properly and you'll be alright. But one can still sympathize with the homeless on how they'd survive. Let's hope Mayor Mandel do something about their plight.
Just don't expect me to shovel the walkways anytime soon cause its hurting my back. And by the way Mom, Lapuks, Budha, Abe, Bida, and Santa welcome back to Edmonton. C'est Gloureia!