ANGELS & DAEMONS

It's my concious decision not to post entries with this GW blog du moi as I'm actually embarking on other personal projects and what not. But the moment I opened up this GW blog saddened me a bit as I particularly neglected this month to a single post. I just found out that my daemon cousin RB is secretly following everything what I've got to say here and at KAPITBAHAY. He even disclosed his favorite among my thoughts and zaniness. Well, he shouldn't! I'm no angel, you know. And from now on I must delete any personal stuffs and innuendoes that I wrote ever since. It's embarrasing that your own relative knew everything about your own absurdities and madness. Not to mention my own very very personal affairs. It's ridiculous. But such is life...endearing. Now please go away, scram!

MGA KABALBALAN NI TATANG INGO

Bago ako tuligsain ay iminumungkahi kong imulat nyo ang inyong mga mata. Ilabas na rin ang mga antipara, salamin o at antchokos, sakali mang nabubulagan na. Ipalagpag pati ang mga tainga nang sa gayun ay maulinigan yaring babala. Di nga'y kapoot-poot at kasuklam-suklam mga katiwalian sa pamahalaan. Gayundin ang mga buktot na kaisipan nitong kabataan. Mapusok, marahas at walang katiyakan. Kung saan patungo, tanging Siya Lang ang may alam. Mga walang galang. Mga mapagwalang-bahala sa tradisyon at matandang kaugalian. Sang-ayon ka ba? Pwes itaas ang kanang kamay. Kung taliwas ay kaliwa naman ang ikaway. Ipagdaop sa hangin. Masigabong palakpakan. Bilang handog-gawad sa ating kamangmangan. Ikaw...ikaw nga ang kailangan. Maghasik ng binhi at gintong kaalaman. Kaya't 'wag nang manlumo, malumbay at mamahaw. Tumindig ka't harapin ang katotohanan. Igabay ang napaririwara at mga nadidimlan. Sugpuin at gapiin ang namamayaning kasakiman. Kaligtasan mo'y nasa sa iyong mga kamay!

SAGOT NI BURNIK JOHN SA KABALBALAN NI 'TANG INGO

Oye there Pop! Rakenroll! Ba't po ba ang panghit-panghit nyo? Na-cutetot po ba kayo?

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?

ONLY C'EST TOI

Yes only you, should I say more?

EXISTENZE

The dice was cast, what a crap! Why I always get the shortest end of the straw. I can hear nimrods down the river, calling. Whispering. But it's not the answer for this encumbered debts, griefs.

I see bright light at the end of the tunnel. I'm hopeful still.

POST SANS TITLE

This morning, I had fallen asleep on the couch watching tele. I had forgotten already exactly what the program was. And its not that important. But what striking to me was my vivid dream about fa-ja.

In my dream, I was waiting on a shed corner when suddenly father showed up and was even surprised to have seen me. He was in blue T-shirt, and in kind of a hurry. I went with him home to mumsy's place, who was actually resting in the bedroom. Father then proceeded straight away to where the Queen was; and I asked where I can rest and they pointed me to an adjacent bedroom where my other still living relatives back home materialized.

What a surreal dream that was, I even posted this kablag without a title in the first place, wasn't that weird?