15 January 2008
Pink-pong
Ms Pinky: j0in d fun.. hehe..
I would have! But my granny beat me to it. By the time I reached the ground floor of the palace, she was already In Front Of The Action. That Spanish Bicolana is fabuloso eternamente. Lewrv her. She's already taken the up-close-but-very-royal spot in the fiasco... and so after I dragged her curly silver strands back inside, I retreated back to the tower.
Frustrated Suman: Ikain mo lang yan.. Wag mo pakialaman trip nila.
For the bestest World's Bestest Bestfriend, that was way... off. Shouldn't I--by her standards--make myself useful and play Bernardo Carpio when my fellows decide to smash their bones through each other's skins? No matter how tiny, frail and cute I am? And people say I'm insensitive... *eyes watering* Well, in some stupid cases, I AM! *dances like a crazed bulimic*
Porn Diva: call smbdy? lyk kgwd n stuff
This wouldn't really have worked. For one thing, it was past 9PM: The ever reliable "tanods" were already busy... drinking. At night, it's muchos and hoes for most of these guys and we all know that. Office hours do end at 5PM. Live and let live (and die), right?
Mad Don: Call 171 pao.
I think it's our local version of 911. Ah, the very-soon-married Don. Another fave. And obviously already got the fatherly vibe down. I would have thought of popcorn at the sight of firemen in action. Him, he thinks of 911. Or 143... err.. 171. My hand did reach for the phone. But when I couldn't decide among 8-6236, 8-7000 and 9111111--the only digits my heart loves--I just helped myself to some bread and powdered orange juice.
El Magnifico Señor Guapo: Magluto ka ng carne norte
Another father-figure. In some magnetic-to-skirts-and-ponytails kinda way. Having pals like him does have its perks: You get simple and direct answers right when you need them. The world needs more of him, I say, especially now that more and more people get lost in life, plunge into despair and end up either at knife-point or in a fatally expensive spa.
Paris: No ch0ice kylngn m0ng mgstay s haus. Halughugn m0 ung ref ny0. Bkt cla ngaaway?
Now here's a genuine kind soul: Looks after you, considerate of others and remembers your refrigerator in an equally violent way. Plus points for being decisive too. Nice, nice!
CMAAF: Um, temporary water diet? Ü
So... science. But I couldn't have done it--all drinks in the house were cold and, as science dictates, hungry creatures should not drink cold beverages. Kinda angers your small intestine... And so I indulged myself in some TENSED AIR diet with pollution on top before I munched on the bread.
HRH: hahaha!
Exactly.
Prinsesa ng Tondo: padeliver ka ng mcdo tas cla pagbayarin mo! inistorbo ka nla e Ü
This is what I like about some Richie Riches: They're into extortion and they are proud. Luv it!
It's almost always easy with them, yes? See, even the suggestion was proof: Have someone deliver your food and have somebody else pay for it. One sure way to make it to Forbes's gift lists...
Green Mind: Wala ka naman balak kainin sila para solb sbay sbay prob mo?hehe
Okay. First, eww. I'm a carnivore, yes, but... eww. EWW. Second, I have other means to end everything that needs to go kaput and it usually involves a black hole, the Bermuda Triangle and/or a chastity belt. But I give him the benefit of the doubt. Hey, it's nature: He's a he and He's are naturally easy-going and... gross, even if they mean well. Part of me should know. Hand me the barf bag, quick!!
I would have! But my granny beat me to it. By the time I reached the ground floor of the palace, she was already In Front Of The Action. That Spanish Bicolana is fabuloso eternamente. Lewrv her. She's already taken the up-close-but-very-royal spot in the fiasco... and so after I dragged her curly silver strands back inside, I retreated back to the tower.
Frustrated Suman: Ikain mo lang yan.. Wag mo pakialaman trip nila.
For the bestest World's Bestest Bestfriend, that was way... off. Shouldn't I--by her standards--make myself useful and play Bernardo Carpio when my fellows decide to smash their bones through each other's skins? No matter how tiny, frail and cute I am? And people say I'm insensitive... *eyes watering* Well, in some stupid cases, I AM! *dances like a crazed bulimic*
Porn Diva: call smbdy? lyk kgwd n stuff
This wouldn't really have worked. For one thing, it was past 9PM: The ever reliable "tanods" were already busy... drinking. At night, it's muchos and hoes for most of these guys and we all know that. Office hours do end at 5PM. Live and let live (and die), right?
Mad Don: Call 171 pao.
I think it's our local version of 911. Ah, the very-soon-married Don. Another fave. And obviously already got the fatherly vibe down. I would have thought of popcorn at the sight of firemen in action. Him, he thinks of 911. Or 143... err.. 171. My hand did reach for the phone. But when I couldn't decide among 8-6236, 8-7000 and 9111111--the only digits my heart loves--I just helped myself to some bread and powdered orange juice.
El Magnifico Señor Guapo: Magluto ka ng carne norte
Another father-figure. In some magnetic-to-skirts-and-ponytails kinda way. Having pals like him does have its perks: You get simple and direct answers right when you need them. The world needs more of him, I say, especially now that more and more people get lost in life, plunge into despair and end up either at knife-point or in a fatally expensive spa.
Paris: No ch0ice kylngn m0ng mgstay s haus. Halughugn m0 ung ref ny0. Bkt cla ngaaway?
Now here's a genuine kind soul: Looks after you, considerate of others and remembers your refrigerator in an equally violent way. Plus points for being decisive too. Nice, nice!
CMAAF: Um, temporary water diet? Ü
So... science. But I couldn't have done it--all drinks in the house were cold and, as science dictates, hungry creatures should not drink cold beverages. Kinda angers your small intestine... And so I indulged myself in some TENSED AIR diet with pollution on top before I munched on the bread.
HRH: hahaha!
Exactly.
Prinsesa ng Tondo: padeliver ka ng mcdo tas cla pagbayarin mo! inistorbo ka nla e Ü
This is what I like about some Richie Riches: They're into extortion and they are proud. Luv it!
It's almost always easy with them, yes? See, even the suggestion was proof: Have someone deliver your food and have somebody else pay for it. One sure way to make it to Forbes's gift lists...
Green Mind: Wala ka naman balak kainin sila para solb sbay sbay prob mo?hehe
Okay. First, eww. I'm a carnivore, yes, but... eww. EWW. Second, I have other means to end everything that needs to go kaput and it usually involves a black hole, the Bermuda Triangle and/or a chastity belt. But I give him the benefit of the doubt. Hey, it's nature: He's a he and He's are naturally easy-going and... gross, even if they mean well. Part of me should know. Hand me the barf bag, quick!!
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