I know that pure rubbish will be the end of this post but nonetheless, I shall share my whereabouts. I have been "cleaning" things since I woke up at 10m awhile ago (or last night, just a few hours ago, that which explains my owl-hood). I cleaned the "external" and "internal" of my MacBook named, Clooney. Did I ever mentioned how much I adore Mac? Anyway, it's the best. GO GET 'EM, TIGER. I cleaned out the huge, never-read pile of readings. EFFIN' DRAGON! Those cost me a fortune. By cleaning, I meant throwing stuff away. I don't know if it's all in the mind. Does physical action denote what the mind speaks? Better ask a psych major. Okay.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Rubbish. Clutter. Garbage. Trash. Where do all these go? IN THE CREEK. A MINUTE AWAY FROM MY HOUSE. PEOPLE, I GOT STUCK AT SOME GAS STATION FOR TWO HOURS BECAUSE THE FLOOD ROSE AN INCH AND A HALF EACH SECOND! THIS HAPPENED LAST NIGHT AND IT WAS A GOOD THING I WASN'T DRIVING ALONE. I HAD TATANG PICK ME UP. I WAS SO EXCITED TO GO HOME TO MY HUNGARIAN SAUSAGES AND METED CHEESE. BUT NO, I HAD TO EAT LAYS POTATO CHIPS FOR DINNER. I FELT FORTUNATE (NO NAMAN) BECAUSE WHILE I WAS GETTING DRINKS FOR TATANG AND I, SOMEONE APPRAOCHED ME AND SAID: "HI, ACHI." (OH, HI, COUSIN JB!). OKAY, AGAIN. TWO HOURS. I TOOK PHOTOS OF THE PEOPLE AND THE FLOOD. I EVEN MADE A VLOG WHICH I INTEND TO POST TOMORROW (?). HA HA HA.
Me (while watching the flood surge like prices in the market): Tang, alam mo ba kung bakit merong baha?
Tatang: Taeb kasi.
Me: What's TAEEEEBBBBB? (IMAGINE NIYO NALANG MUKHA KO. HA HA HA)
Tatang: Yung, ano... HIGH TIDE.
Isa kase kaming dakilang Maubanin. Kaya, ganoon.
Me (now treating the flood as waves): Tang, alam kung bakit merong baha?
Tatang (chende na niya that I was trying to get somewhere): BAKIT NAMAN?
Me: DAHIL MARAMING TAO SA PILIPINAS NA HINDI TINATAPON YUNG MGA BASURA NILA SA TAMANG LUGAR. KAYA AYUN, DAHIL SA BASURA, HANGGANG MIDNIGHT TAYO DITO. GOOD LUCK, GUTOM NA AKO! OKAY? MAY BAHA DAHIL SA BASURA NG PILIPINAS.
I have got to say, I left my driver speechless.
Tatang (sabay tapon ng empty bottle ng kanyang ICED TEA).
Salamat, Basura. Salamat. You made me stronger. SUS-GINOO!
Kahit na puro basura ang ating bayan, proud to be Pinoy pa rin ako. Kaya sa mga masasamang budhi diyan sa kanto-kanto, MATANONG KO LANG: Kailan naman naging "poser" ang mga nagtatagalog? Marunong kasi ako mag-Tagalog (IKAW KASI HINDI, KAYA NGA ANG MESSAGE MO SA AKIN: "You're this closer to become poser"). Siguro, matagal mo pinag-isipan. You seem prepared, considering all the "creat an e-mail" here and there chuvaloo you and your miserable life had to go through. Pa-message-message ka pa sa YM. Tangino (BRITISH ACCENT) mo, Gagong ulol! I-blo-blog ko nalang ito pag may oras na ako. Pasalamat ka, hindi ko na SABE ang message mo. Na EKS ko eh. Pero nasa memorya ko pa rin. CHENGENA. Dapat eto yung mga sinusunog eh. Pero wag, gusto ko pa mabuhay.
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