21 January 2008
I take it back
Really. Rarely, I do. Remember the, uh, interesting piece of cr--, um, writing, the other day? Well, after some respectful thinking, insanely sincere consideration and fleeting time in the office, I've come to realize that there's much more than what we only choose to see.
Art.
Genius.
Expression.
Whoever failed to finish that vandal might had been thinking of something bigger, of creating something that would count as an invaluable contribution to public transportation and the rest of mankind.
Art.
And so, with my equally expressive buddies Marie, RJ and JM--fabulous heads, theirs--we took the noble road less traveled and tried to finish the job of that poor passenger who just didn't have enough time to accomplish his mission.
Whoever you are, sir, ma'am, this is for you.
Maybe he's bothered, RJ suggests. Maybe his self-absorbed boss hates his guts. Maybe he was getting tired of the unending fare hikes in the Philippines. Or, maybe she found out she was born a he, and her/his parents so much wanted a daughter for a first child... It's a sad world, out there.
Nah, he simply misses his hobby, JM cuts. With the looming national cigar ban in Manila, perhaps it's just right to think of nothing but nicotine until doomsday. And when you're in the center aisle in a bus soaring in the highway like the driver's large intestine couldn't hold it one microsecond longer, and you can't smoke, of course the don needs SOME form of release. In this case, a dying marker.
"Guys, it's a kid. A tomboy kid," says Marie. A 10-year old, tomboy, future-mathematician whizkid. Hell bored in the middle of a ridiculously heavy traffic before 9AM. But she could't snooze the wait away because she's too excited as well. Why? Because her favorite aunt is buying her the new Just Kickass It, I Love Pain rubber shoes today...
Ah, sweet! Exactly what she needs right now more than Seventeen, Meg and K-Zone, which her cheap mom keeps getting her. Hello! Duh, mom, duh. What junior needs is the coolest gear, the perfect shoes for the perfect game...
Rock on, dude... err... girl! Rock on! Marie and I were simply ecstatic... Then "Aren't You Supposed To Be Inhaling" RJ rudely interrupted us:
"Dudes, I'm tellin' 'ya, the guy wants to die. And he wants to take us all down with him. Look, he even invited Godzilla! He's crazy!"
That makes two of you, dude. More later.
Art.
Genius.
Expression.
Whoever failed to finish that vandal might had been thinking of something bigger, of creating something that would count as an invaluable contribution to public transportation and the rest of mankind.
Art.
And so, with my equally expressive buddies Marie, RJ and JM--fabulous heads, theirs--we took the noble road less traveled and tried to finish the job of that poor passenger who just didn't have enough time to accomplish his mission.
Whoever you are, sir, ma'am, this is for you.
Maybe he's bothered, RJ suggests. Maybe his self-absorbed boss hates his guts. Maybe he was getting tired of the unending fare hikes in the Philippines. Or, maybe she found out she was born a he, and her/his parents so much wanted a daughter for a first child... It's a sad world, out there.
Nah, he simply misses his hobby, JM cuts. With the looming national cigar ban in Manila, perhaps it's just right to think of nothing but nicotine until doomsday. And when you're in the center aisle in a bus soaring in the highway like the driver's large intestine couldn't hold it one microsecond longer, and you can't smoke, of course the don needs SOME form of release. In this case, a dying marker.
"Guys, it's a kid. A tomboy kid," says Marie. A 10-year old, tomboy, future-mathematician whizkid. Hell bored in the middle of a ridiculously heavy traffic before 9AM. But she could't snooze the wait away because she's too excited as well. Why? Because her favorite aunt is buying her the new Just Kickass It, I Love Pain rubber shoes today...
Ah, sweet! Exactly what she needs right now more than Seventeen, Meg and K-Zone, which her cheap mom keeps getting her. Hello! Duh, mom, duh. What junior needs is the coolest gear, the perfect shoes for the perfect game...
Rock on, dude... err... girl! Rock on! Marie and I were simply ecstatic... Then "Aren't You Supposed To Be Inhaling" RJ rudely interrupted us:
"Dudes, I'm tellin' 'ya, the guy wants to die. And he wants to take us all down with him. Look, he even invited Godzilla! He's crazy!"That makes two of you, dude. More later.
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