28 May 2008
Rantoms
This is the third time I got on a jeep with a circus fugitive playing with a Rubik’s Cube. First, scarves on a scorching 3PM. Now, rainbow-colored plastics before brunch. I would’ve tolerated a PDA from teen exhibitionists, but no, the commuting poops decided to show off their geek side. Fine, I get it, lady—you have a magnificent brain and I only have split ends. I don’t care if you can solve the fucking 3x3x3 in 2 seconds even without looking at it. But between us, I’m not the one selling rip-off make-up behind some one-level department store counter no one ever really notices. Get off my jeep.
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Speaking of stores. Why in screwed sanity are there NO trash cans in SM Mall of Asia? A million football fields in size and no bins for used tissue? What, they want the visitors to leave their DNA samples on the floor? This is why SM can never be more than a huge, over-hyped grocery store. Well I guess it could be worse, had they posted “No littering” in every corner. Gargantuan idiocy.
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Will everybody freaking-please stop playing that guy version of Always Be My Baby? Overkill. OVERKILL.
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And while you’re at it, could you also please commence the universal signature campaign to kick Cesar Montano out of the television? And of bottled water endorsements? … and into oblivion? If there’s one thing that can make taxpayers-who-deserve-good-TV-entertainment-at-least-after-office ask, “WHAT?”, in the most hardcore way imaginable, it’s Cesar Montano.
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Break-ups. Bad for the heart, good for exhalation. But, after high school, do we really still need public display of dramatic, overflowing bitterness? Everybody screws up. Admit that you did, let her go—let it go—hire 49 sluts if needed, then go find your next failure. Or a cave where you can’t bother anyone else. Ridiculously picky dweebs have very limited access to the very busy streets of Real Life.
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Speaking of stores. Why in screwed sanity are there NO trash cans in SM Mall of Asia? A million football fields in size and no bins for used tissue? What, they want the visitors to leave their DNA samples on the floor? This is why SM can never be more than a huge, over-hyped grocery store. Well I guess it could be worse, had they posted “No littering” in every corner. Gargantuan idiocy.
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Will everybody freaking-please stop playing that guy version of Always Be My Baby? Overkill. OVERKILL.
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And while you’re at it, could you also please commence the universal signature campaign to kick Cesar Montano out of the television? And of bottled water endorsements? … and into oblivion? If there’s one thing that can make taxpayers-who-deserve-good-TV-entertainment-at-least-after-office ask, “WHAT?”, in the most hardcore way imaginable, it’s Cesar Montano.
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Break-ups. Bad for the heart, good for exhalation. But, after high school, do we really still need public display of dramatic, overflowing bitterness? Everybody screws up. Admit that you did, let her go—let it go—hire 49 sluts if needed, then go find your next failure. Or a cave where you can’t bother anyone else. Ridiculously picky dweebs have very limited access to the very busy streets of Real Life.
ang mga mahuhusay na rubiks cubers.
ang mall na walang basurahan.
ang david cook fever.
ang singing bee host.
ahaahhaha!!! transparent and true! ayos!