Toothpaste Post!

furry resume

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gothostat

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forty four inch brims

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Heheh…:)

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Just a few more farts and something’s ready to rumble.

(In Tagalog: Konting utot na lang at meron nang mangyayaring kaguluhan!!! Na masaya ha. heh)

Tug of War

Coffee-alcohol combination is weird, yeah? One part makes you jolt; the other half makes you sleepy. And the idea of cream in it makes for a really pwe drink! Now that’s what describes me right now, coffee-alcohol. But in reality I’d probably be Vodka, straight up.

I want to accomplish a lot, but I’m feeling reaaally lazy! Good thing there’s going to be another Rafa-Fed game!!! Rafa for the win!!!! Marry me!

Belle and Sebastian’s Nice Day for a Sulk comes to mind:

Nice day for a sulk
The girl smells of milk
Her horsey teeth explode around us
And we run for cover she found us
In the cheapo bar with a bag of chips

Nice day for a mood
The forecast is good
The kids are melting in the doorway
Keep the gang together
Theres no way will you ever be misunderstood by me

Nice day for a jam
The fall, manfred mann
Dance party, summer lasts forever
When the bands together and bobby
Drank too much and fell in the clyde

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I want a summer, like the summer of 2005.

In Betwixt Days

(Love that word, betwixt. Very high school poetry-ish.)

It was a Sunday road trip of cliches. First, it wasn’t at all a road trip–we were heading back to Manila from Pampanga, my officemates and I. Earlier this week, we had to finish our regular magazine deadlines that had us running amok, us like headless chickens trying to catch up before the publisher starts asking for our output. Good thing this Friday, we stayed at a nice hotel where had our company planning seminar. Fortunately, it felt more like  a vacation than work, hence, aplenty of steady vibes. 

Before we hit the road back to the city, we had a breakfast of lovely sorts, bread, cheese, salad, Japanese food, cereal, etc. Anything that our stomach could afford to digest in harmony (or disharmony). My tummy was full, thus, after a few laughs inside the van and an appreciation of the blue sky against grey bridges against green rice fields, my mind triggered sleep. I played The Sundays on my iPod (yes, I’m that literal person), and then Stone Roses before dozing off until NLEX. Eighties indiepop is my ammunition for a smooth Sunday start, a sweet punctuation for capping off a hectic week.

Weather Report

I’m too lazy for some wordy update (yes, so unlike before) so here’s a sloppy collage I made.

These are the stuff I’ve been surrounding myself this January. The cliched year-end recap and new year’s resolutions are dumped in my other journal, ha, so I’m sparing you from that.

weeoooowee!