Insensitive Katipunero

Apat na araw na lang at makakauwi na akong Davao. Ako'y nagagalak at makikita kong muli ang aking pamilya. Umaapaw ang aking pananabik upang mahaplos ang aking mga mahal na kapamilya, sapagkat tiyak kong hahaplusin din nila ako. Halos isang taon din akong di nakauwi sa amin, ito na yata ang pinakamatagal na panahong nalayo ako sa mahal kong pamilya, super duper miss na miss ko na to the max ang lutong bahay ni inay, ang sarap niyang magluto ng bahay. Kapag naaalalalala ko ang mga bagay na 'to ako'y napapangiti nang di ko namamalayan, yung parang sa movies.

Mahirap talagang malayo sa pamilya lalu na kapag nagtatrabaho ka. Sa pag uwi mo walang asong sasalubong sayo't maglalambing, walang mga ngiting nakakapawi ng pagud at pag-aalapaap, at higit sa lahat walang lutong bahay ni Inay. Ang tanging kagaanan ko lang ng loob sa lugar na to ay ang paborito kong kape -- ang STARVUXZ, at higit sa lahat ang pagmamahal ng pinakamamahal kong syotang balbon. Sa Cebu kasi nakabase ang Job ko, dito ako nagjojob. Sa isang IT company ako nagtratrabaho, di gaanong kilala ang company namin nang mga taong walang alam, ngunit lingid sa kanilang kaalaman ito ay pinagpipitagan sa industriya ng IT(Informacion Teqnolohija). Ok naman ang job ko kahit na mahirap masaya naman kasi maraming taong masayahin (gay).

hahaha... isang taon na pala akong nalayo sa mahal kong pamilya. Marami nang nagbago sa akin. Sa mga napagdaanan ko ay masasabi kong mas nagmature ako bilang isang Filipino at isang mangingibig. Naiintindihan ko na ngayon kung ano ang pakay ng Diyos sa akin, vocation kung baga, at yun ay ang maging isang Future Father. Noong nasa kolehiyo palang ako laging bumabagabag sa aking puso't isipan ang english na tanong na: "What is my purpose in life?" Sinubukan kong magbasa ng "A Purpose Driven Life", subalit tinamad ako ayaw kung magbasa tungkol sa mga tagumpay ng ibang tao; gusto kong iguhit ang sarili kung kapalaran gamit ang espada ng pag-ibig at kalasag ng pananampalataya, at magtagumpay sa sarili kong lakas at kapangyarihan. Ngayon ay alam ko na, nais ng Diyos na ako'y magpasabog ng pag-ibig sa buong mundo.

Magveviente quatro na ako sa susunod na taon at nararamdaman kong nagsisimula na akong mag quarter-life crisis, napapansin ko ring iba na ang fashion sense ko kung ikukumpara sa mga teen eidyer ngayon na nagchichill out sa Ayala Center. Naaalalalala ko tuloy nong akoy teen eidyer pa madalas akong pag sabihan na insensetive kahit wala akong ginagawang masama. Huli na nang malaman ko nong college na ang ibig sabihin pala noon ay torpe ako. Pero hindi ako torpe, sa mga panahon na iyon masyado lang akong immature, hindi pa ako handa sa commitment -- may gatas pa ako sa labi. Char!

Talagang nagbabago ang ikot ng mundo kapag ikaw ay nalulon sa pag-ibig, may mga panahon na bigla ka na lang mapapangiti, magtataka ka tapos ay mafefeel mo na lang na para kang isang canned beer na shinake muna bago binuksan at sa pagbukas nito ay sisquirt ang foam with tremendous pressure, yan ang pakiramdam ng taong in love, umaapaw sa kaligayahan. Pakiramdam mo ay ikaw ang center of all happiness. Araw2x ay may epiphany.

Sa buhay walang atrasan, walang replay o pause, subalit may stop (you're dead) . Ang kinabukasan ay darating kahit matulog ka lang, kagaya ni Rip Van Winkle. Ang ating mga desisyon sa araw2x ang siyang magsheshape ng ating kinabukasan. Walang perfectong buhay, ang kasiyahan ay laging may kaakibat na kalungkutan at ito ang nagpapasaya nang ating pagkatao, sapagkat mas na aappreciate mo ang sarap kapag nakaranas ka nang pait. Gusto kong mabuhay ng masaya at matagal. Gusto kung maging isang groovy Lolo. Gusto kong mag iwan ng pamanang maipagmamalaki ng aking mga descendants, kaya sasalubungin ko ang mga pagsubok at hamon ng kinabukasan na dilat ang mata, hawak ang espada ng pag-ibig sa kanang kamay at ang kalasag ng pananampalataya sa kabila, sapagkat ayaw kong matulad kay Rip Van Winkle. Punitin ang mga cedula!!! Mabuhay ang Katipunan!!!

Grand Lolo

The sun shined at an angle soaking everything up in golden sunshine. It embraced me with a distinctive warmth, one that doesn't sting just like a mother's love. Mornings like this invoke nostalgia, it reminds me of those sepia toned photos my grandpa used to show me; pictures of his youth, pictures when he and grandma were still "in a relationship" and not yet "married". I could still remember how they looked like in one photo; they were standing side by side, they were not holding hands nor were they smiling, it was as if they were about to be shot by a firing squad. It was funny.

My grandpa died of angina when I was 12. He is in a happy place now where all the other grandpas are playing DotA and updating their friendster accounts, and disco dancing... Heaven keeps up with the times. When I grow old I would like to become a groovy lolo. I would leave a legacy that would make my descendants proud. They would tell my story long after I'm dead. They would proudly tell the world that their Lolo is a super groovy guy. I am excited to become a lolo but I am taking my time to savor my youth so when the time comes for me to deliver my speech at our Diamond anniversary, in front of my family, I could tell it vividly from a memory undoped by time. "I have been to neverland... I cried... I laughed... I lived... I loved... I felt... I did it myyyyyyyy waaaaaaaaaaaaaayyy!"

9 Things I Hate About Everyone

9 Things I Hate About Everyone

1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time.... I knowwhere my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch whenI ask where the toilet is?

2. People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room forthe T.V. remote because they refuse to walk to the T.V. and change thechannel manually.

3. When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". Damnright! What good is cake if you can't eat it?

4. When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is.Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people dothis? Who and where are they? Gonna kick their asses!

5. When people say, while watching a film, "Did you see that?". No, Loser, Ipaid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor.

6. People who ask "Can I ask you a question?".... Didn't really give me achoice there, did ya, Sunshine?

7. When something is "new and improved!"...Which is it? If it's new, thenthere has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then theremust have been something before it, so it couldn't be new.

8. When people say "life is short". What the hell?? Life is the longest damnthing anyone ever experiences!! What can you do that's longer?

9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has the bus comeyet?". If the bus came would I be standing here, Dumb-ass?

Christmas Lights go Bling Bling

"The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaieties, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it." -Fitzgerald, F. Scott

Wow that line was so moving, it moved me like a man moves a woman. I almost shed a tear, fortunately I was able to muster the essence of machismo in my body down to the last drop or else I would've wept like a sissy girl. I am not a sissy girl, I'm a man -- a macho man!

Weekends are my consolation. It's a transient sanctuary from my sordid existence as a consequence of work. I dont hate my work, it's my source of doe. With it, I am able to maintain my baller lifestyle, I get to pimp my ride bit by bit, I am able to buy bling-bling stuff and cool rags, and I get to wax some hoes. Hahaaaay(Sigh in bisaya)! Its the perfunctory mundaneness of it that kicks me in the generative glands area(nuts), hence I turn red and can't breathe. SO I eat... and weep. But I'm not a sissy girl! Anyway, weekend is my time to breathe. I'm kinda like a diver-like person, who's been diving underwater for like 5 days straight without any SCUBA (self-contained underwater breathing apparatus) and weekend is my chance to surface for air and see the beauty of the world: sky, clouds, cute little birds, STARVUXZ, trees, flowers, warm air entering my nostrils, bikini babes, Havaianas, and the likes... And feel. Then I dive back into the murky water for 5 days, again.

I had such a wonderful surfacing last weekend. Last saturday I was able to work out during our pre-sportsfest badminton practice. It was a great feeling to be able to sweat and move a lot. Although it was very evident that my athletic prowess was not the same as before, I still had fun. We played from 8 to 11 it was a badminton buffet, play all you can. Then on sunday a knock on the door woke me up. I wonder what it was gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -Only this, and nothing more. But the knocking didn't cease, "who could this be at this time of day?", I said to myself.

"I don't know. Let's go check it out," my self replied.

"Ok let's check it out, my precious," I answered back with a grin.

I opened the door, it was Hazel. She was a bit early today(9:30AM), usually she arrives at 11:00AM when she visits me on a sunday. I asked her why, she said she just missed me -- her eyes said the same. She grows ever so beautiful everytime I see her. We hugged for about a couple minutes.

As usual we went on an unplanned date. In the jeepney we decided to go to Sto. Nino to attend mass. After the mass we went to our favorite department store near Sto. Nino, I dont know its name but it's kinda like a surplus store where everything is cheap. They sell pirated i pods for only Php500. The resemblance was uncanny. You could fool someone into thinking it was a real i pod if you were jogging or something like that. I did not buy one coz I'm cool, I am not into jologs stuff. They even sell pirated Havaianas. I was so insulted, how dare they mock our beloved tsinelas. I could not make myself look at it long enough, hence I did not catch the name. Maybe it was one of those homonymns to fool uninitiated consumers, like: Javaianas, J instead of H, or maybe Havayanas, Y instead of I. It made me so sick to the bone marrow. It was blasphemy. I was really blogging mad. If I find those responsible for this atrocious act I'll say to there faces, " Blog you! You mother-bloggers! " Bang! Bang! Bang! Bullet to the head.

After battling our way through the crowd we finally got out. I bought a study lamp, and christmas lights all for Php75. Hazel bought a ceiling fan for only Php54 . What an Offa! Then we decided to head back home. On the way home Hazel smiled at me playfully, she wanted to go videoke so we went to the Country Mall, the store where everything is. Hazel loved it when I was singing Feelings, then she sang The Power of Love... Sometimes I'm frightened but I'm ready to learn of the Power of Love... Orezzz tanan!

Finally we got tired of singing our hearts out. We ate then we went back to my boarding house. I was really excited because of my new christmas lights. I plugged it in the outlet, it worked. Then we started to argue. I wanted to place the lights arround my bed so it would look cool. It would be a christmas bed--a pimped bed. It would be blinking while I sleep. But she wanted to place it on the wall in a shape of a christmas tree. How clichic. What a stereotypical notion of christmas. So, I gave in, besides her idea made more sense. So we were taping it on the wall, here a tape, there a tape everywhere a tape tape. Oh my Gosh! Its more difficult than I thought. Halfway through our endeavour, "Little Christmas Tree" by Jose Mari Chan came on the radio. Have you ever imagined that your life had a background music suited for your current temperament, and you sing that song in your head? J.M. Chan's song was perfect for the moment Hazel and I were in. We sang along while we finished our christmas tree. I felt like I was in a movie--a Christmas Romantic Comedy.

We sat there, holding hands, marvelling at our masterpiece. We were so proud of our creation, athough it was no better than a grade schooler's work, because it was created with the grace of love, plus we had a theme song. I have never seen any christmas light blink so happily. It was the best christmas light show I have ever seen--Christmas is in the air.

Even at my age I still believe in the magic of christmas and it is amplified and catalyzed because I'm in love. This is the same feeling when I was a child, when everything was so grand and marvelous, even the simple was amazing and wonderful. That simple christmas light showed me a truth I have long forgotten--to find beauty in simplicity. I guess Christmas teaches us to be children once again: to love sincerely, to be happy, and to feel, no matter how fleeting. At that moment, I was a kid again! "Silent Night" was playing on the radio by now. Thank you Ghost of Christmas Past.

Aside from being a Pro Blogger...

Besides Pro Blogging, I also draw during my free time. Here are some of my older sketches: http://philipgripo.deviantart.com/gallery/

Constipated Regular AWS Employee

"KA-ME HA-ME WAAAAAVE!" This is my mantra when I am constipated. I push at the "WAAAAAVE" part, it works. Shugoi(ACTION 7 Cebu expression)!!!

I had a bad morning today. I woke up with a sore throat, an aching head, clogged nostrils, and to top it off, I had constipation. Damn you, Shawarma! Constipation hurts just like love. If you try so hard "it" would bleed just like the heart, hence one should relax and let go, for If you really love her you gotta set her free... Anyway, the previous sentence has no implication whatsoever on my in-a-relationship life. You might think that there is a juicy chika material between the lines, unfortunately there is none. Constipation hurts, love also hurts, therefore, through transitivity Love is Constipation.

I was dragging myself to work this morning. I didn't feel like working, I just wanted to relax and listen to birds, and admire the cloud formations, and sleep with my Havies on, then maybe later do some interpretative dancing on the rooftop wearing my pink leotard, as a tribute to mother nature. FYI, I got Regularized yesterday. There is nothing special about me anymore, I am now merely regular. If I were a Batchoi I would have no egg, good thing I'm not a Batchoi. I have become a full-pledged Corporate Slave. Anyway, all my sufferings to get to work vanished as I reached PDI Condominium. I looked up and there she was, across the street, in her white lingerie.

I was looking at her face intently and she was looking back at mine, as I waited for the street lights to switch to red. Then her lips moved, I swear they moved. I could not hear what she was saying, because it was very noisy, but I could make out what she was trying to say by reading her lips. She said, "Ako ka! Ako ka! Ako ka!" (You're mine! You're mine! You're mine!). Then the red light diverted my attention from her. I crossed the street, her lips weren't moving anymore. Was that for real? Did she really desire me? Did she really say "ako ka!"(you're mine) or maybe "Bakukang"(beetle), as she was describing the gay pedestrian behind me that looked like one? I don't know. I'm confused. I'm so helpless. I can't do anything. Help me Joe D' Mango!

Although a prospect of a steamy romance was impossible, it was enough to stimulate my adrenal glands to secrete adrenaline, and my generative glands to secrete testosterone. I felt like a man oozing with testosterone, plus my morning dreariness was gone. I'm ready to face my first day as a Regular AWS Employee and a Pro Blogger.

If you're intrigued about the girl in white lingirie click this link so you would understand why it was impossible between us: http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m267/philipgripo/Image1274.jpg Besides, my girl is much more beautiful. Love you Haze.

Sweet Embrace

Unfortunately, Nov. 2(All Soul's Day) was not a holiday... You ask me what it was? It was a blessing in disguise. RC was back in AWS Cebu after his 3-month Japan OB Trip. He gave me a Brand New Second-Hand Top-of-the-Line IBM Optical Mouse and a bag of Country Ma'am cookies. I was intrigued by this particular cookie brand since, at one omeyage skirmish, Sensei was asking me, in his C3P0-like voice: "Give me country ma'am! Give me country ma'am." His voice had a subliminal effect. I was brain-washed into craving for country ma'am.

Anyway, as gratitude, I gave RC what he wanted the most, some love. I gave him a huge hug which he enjoyed so much. In the picture RC is the guy seated. You can clearly see that he is savoring every moment of my tender yet firm embrace, even closing his eyes to shut himself from the world to feel every sensation in his body as he is engulfed in my powerful arms. He was in a state of "SUPER KILIGness". His smile was that of peace and security for he knows that I am holding him tight and I will never let go. I will keep him warm on cold summer nights. Char! hihihihi... Thanks Bai. I know gikilig jud ka ato, kay ako man sad gikilig.

The love between RC and I is exclusively platonic.

Zhang Ziyi, Im just kidding...

I haven't been able to post any decent blog these past three days, I've been kinda busy with halloween and stuff. Char! November 1 was all saint's day. It's the time of year(for some it's the only time of year), when people visit their dead relatives in the cemetery. They offer candles and flowers(I think candles and preayers would be enough), then they party all night long with booze and loud music. Later on in the night, if the action gets hotter, there would be some stabbing and some brawling for onlookers' delight.

In my case, I spent the holiday like any other cool guy would, I spent it with my girl, Hazel. We went to Ayala to hang out at StarVucks to buy a coffee shake or two, then maybe later buy some Havaianas (pronounced ah-vai-YAH-nas), Portuguese for Hawaiians, Havies as we fondly call it, cause it's the World's Best Rubber Flip Flops. We use it for Tumba Lata or Tumbang Preso in tagalog, sometimes when it's rainy outside and the canal is flooded we'd go out and do a little competition, we'd race our Havaianas in the flood current. The first to reach the culvert is the winner. Then we say bye-bye to our Havies. We have so much fun with our Havies. Too bad Ayala was close, so we went to SM instead. At SM we watched The Banquet, starring Ziyi Zhang, and other chinese guys and gals. If your expecting an action-filled movie with lots of fight scenes with flying warriors flailing their swords, you'll be disappointed. It is 80% drama 20% action. I expected lots of flying warriors but I wasn't disappointed. It was a well-made tragic love story. I liked it. I almost cried at the end... I wanted my money back. Zhang Ziyi, if your reading this blog I'm just kidding!

Peace

Blogging is best with peace and quiet...

Destination: Memory Lane... Saved by a Bowl of Batchoy

I am getting fatter each day, I can feel it. I am less agile, less flexible, I have weaker stamina, and I can't jump as high as I could back then when I was a pro NBA Superstar. Char! Getting Old + Getting Fat = UNCOOLNESS! It's unbecoming of a pro blogger. I first felt the effect of my fattening when I got off a jeepney one time. I had a hard time keeping balance while avoiding the feet of other passengers, I almost fell. I was breathing hard after that endeavour.

SO there I was on the sidewalk, on my knees, breathing hard, with tears rolling down my cheeks, reminiscing the time when getting off a jeepney was a breeze. I was like a ninja back then. I nimbly skipped over the passengers' feet, with my toes touching the floor for a mere microsecond, after which I would end with a triple somersault dismount, land on both feet, with arms held high, a smile on my face, and pride in my heart. Now, this is what I am reduced to -- a fat ninja. I cry every night, because it's very lonely and I am fat. I am a lonely fat guy. That was why I decided to go to Abellana Sports Complex yesterday to join other fat joggingeros. Life is a choice... I choose to end my crying... I choose to be happy... I choose life.

The clock stroke 5, I coolfully went over to the Log-in-log-out Server to log out. Then I rushed out of the building like a raging bull, all fired up for the fat burning extravaganza galore. Luckily, a 62C jeepney was parked across the street, everything was in order, I was definitely fated for a fat burning extravanganza galore.

Inside the jeepney I was planning my fat burning regimen in my head. After a fiery debate with myself, I decided that I would jog for 30 mins, then join the tae bo class, after which I would cool down by jogging again. Then it hit me, like a fresh and steamy fecal matter in my face, I missed the corner that lead to Abellana Sports Complex 10 minutes ago. I lost my momemtum instantly. It bursted like a cute little bubble. It's hopeless, I'll be fat forever... I just wanna die. I didn't bother to get off the jeepney, I rode it the rest of the time. As the Jeepney turned at a corner a familiar sight came to view, its Manalili Street. This was where I reviewed for the engineering Board exams. I shouted to the driver: "Hey, Mr. Driver stop the vehicle now! Stop it! Stoooop!" But he didn't stop so I leaped off the speeding jeepney and rolled on the ground. I felt like Lito Lapid (my all time pinoy action star idol) for a moment. It was a glorious feeling. I had no rational explanation for what i did... My body moved as dictated by my heart. So I walked along the all too familiar street, then there it was my fave "tambayan" (not STARBUCKS) during the review -- a dirty Batchoyan. It was a small Bathcoyan that looked really dirty, but there batchoi was heavenly. I ordered the house's special (there were only two kinds special(with egg) and regular(no egg)), 3 "puso's" (cooked rice contained in diamond-shaped containers made from coconut leaves), and Jazz Cola. It was the best... I was full. Eating is so uplifting. Everytime I eat I feel happy and alive. Then I realized being fat is not bad. I just have to widen my perception for me to fit in it. Why should I be sad, I gained something didn't I? And for those people who said that I'm out of shape, you're dead wrong, ROUND is still a shape. Then I continued to walk down memory lane... happily.

Thank You Batchoy, you saved my life.

Dancing Little Midget

dancing little midget

Pearly Angels, Consolacion Fiesta and Constitutional Rights

In a spur-of-the-moment decision, I visited Hazel in Danao City yesterday--I just wanted to see her smile. Normally, Danao is a 45 mins to 1 hr jeepney ride from Gaisano Country Mall, Cebu City, but yesterday wasn't an ordinary day.
My journey began at 3:30pm, I slept in the jeepney most of the time half-waking up everytime my hand lost grip of the bar, then finally I was wide awake when I reached Compostela (10 mins to Sabang, Danao City). I checked the time on the digital clock of my colored cellphone. Eureeekaaa! Holy siesmolgy! It was already 5pm, an hour and a half had passed. Did I overshoot my mark? I looked around for signs if what i feared was true. I looked in front, the gay man was still there with his overly-lip-sticked thick lips and baking-powdered face. He looked like angelina jolie 3 years (im being kind) after her death--Halloween is in the air. I looked from side to side, all the loose-light-blue-polo-wearing Mitsumi employees were still there, all asleep banging each others heads. Yosh! I was on track. Whew! that was a relief, but what happened during my unconscious state? How come an hour and a half had passed when nomarlly 45 mins to an hour would suffice? I am certain I am on the right direction, but what I wasn't sure of is if I am in the same dimension. Maybe I was magically transported to a parallel universe that simultaneously existed with our own and a pressence of the same instance in the same dimension would spell the disruption of the space-time continuum, which is as good saying that the world is doomed. Saving the world is in the palm of my sweaty hands. But I am not a geek, I am a cool guy with cool friends and a cool life, so I dismissed that thought.
Finally, I reached Sabang. I coolfully got off the jeepney, stretched a bit, straightened my cool polo shirt, and combed my cool hair with my sweaty hands. I sparkled like a rare gem as the afternoon sunshine caressed my whole being. I sat under the Umbrella Tree, still sparkling, and I waited for my princess.
Finally my princess came out of the gate. She instantly saw me even from a distance, who wouldn't I was a sparkling gem. I stood up as soon as I noticed that she noticed me. As we started to approach each other, everything started to move in slow-mo. We moved towards each other as though our feet didn't touch the ground -- we were floating. Then it started to rain rose petals. It was a miracle. She was a sight to behold. She smiled at me, I smiled back with a wink on the side. Everything was so bright. Everyone was anticipating our union. They all wore pearly white, silky dresses (even the guys). They were shinning like shiny, pearly angels. At last we were embracing each other in the middle of the National Road...floating...circling. As I heard her voice...Euphoria! As we embraced... orgasm in every aspect of my humanity. As I kissed her... I was REBORN. All the vehicles stopped to witness our glorious union. They were honking in glee as we were locked in a sweet embrace...floating...circling. All the shiny people gave out a thunderous ovation. All of these were happening while I was sparkling like a rare gem...floating...circling under the golden afternoon sunshine. Then the world went back to normal speed, the anticipating pearly angels turned into snobbish, stressed out factory operators, and the gleefully honking vehicles were zoomming by barely missing us.
We rode a Tricycle to Gaisano Mall, the one and only mall in Danao, to eat at the one and only Jollibee in Danao. After eating we road a tricycle back to Sabang to wait for a jeepney bound for Cebu. At Sabang we noticed that hoards of loose-light-blue-polo-wearing Mitsumi employees were waiting for a ride, and most of the jeepneys that were normally bound for Cebu City were cutting there trips to Lilo-an. When a rare cebu-bound jeepney would arrive people would crowd to it pushing and shoving just to get a seat. They looked liked vicious red bellied piranhas devouring a prey. After 15 minutes of waiting, we decided that it was impossible with this many people so we went inside an internet cafe to do a little surfing. So we surfed for 30 minutes hoping that there would be less people after we were through. After 30 minutes the situation was the same. It was hopeless. So we rode another tricycle to the place were the jeepneys nested. Finally we were able to squeeze ourselves inside a rare cebu-bound jeepney. Our journey to Cebu began. The time was 7:45pm.
We were cruising along the North Road when suddenly we met heavy traffic at the end of Lilo-an. What was this about? Maybe it has something to do with why the drivers were cutting there trips to Lilo-an. Whats happening ahead? Is this the disruption of the space-time continuum? Is there a terrorist attack? Or Maybe the Biomen are fighting a monster up ahead? If the latter was true I needed to call upon my inner beast to aid in the fight for justice and freedom. But then again, I am a cool guy so I dismissed that thought.
I coolfully waited for us to get through this hellish traffic. Hazel already showd signs that her inner beast was starting to surface, yet she was still poised and beautiful. I could not blame her, she was next to this pony-tailed girl with the fluffiest hair imaginable. Even without the wind, her hair bothered Hazel's face. What's worse is that the fluffy-haired girl moved her head a lot. i felt sorry for Haze, I would have switched places with her if only I could move. I can't feel my butt at that time. Then all of a sudden I saw a lighter on the floor. I picked it up then I lit the fluffy-haired girl's fluffy hair. If only I could!
Then the culprit imerged -- Fiesta at Consolacion. We(the commuters inside the jeepney) were subjected to such hellish torment, while they were having undisciplined fun. People were packed along the side walk some were walking along the highway. They were crossing the street in undesignated places. Posers were drinking along the side walk. And many more... I hope that at times like this the local government should prepare so that other people's Constitutional Rights would not be trumpled upon. It's unconstitutional. I demand for a recounting of ballots and all other ek-ek chuvaness! Char!
We Filipino's need fun, but it should be disciplined fun. We should know the difference between our heads and our asses. I dont know what that means... maybe it has something to do with wiping. We should wipe our asses and our faces as well.
The Moral of the story if up to you. If you found a Moral then your a genius, if not, rethink your life.