adventures of a couch potato

PeePeeQ would be moving to the far north. I think I would miss him. There are only a handful of people whom I borrowed books from. It also means he has some sort of sophistication most men lack. I went to Number One's workstation that day, can't help but be curious about the slim paperback lying around his desk. The neon green title font caught me. It's the freaking FREAKONOMICS book. Yep, the same one I drooled over at 'A Different Bookstore" where it sells 1200 bucks. Hardbound edition. I told the book to take a hike after checking out the tag. A quick rundown of trade-offs in the manner John Nash's school of thought. I need clothes more. Anyway, I snatched his book and promised to return it the day after. Nine PM, eastern time.  I have the assurance that the book is not worth buying. I was just amused at the "economic" explanation of why people in the drug business have to live at their parent's house. Then, it went on a lenthy discussion of names used for black and white babaies and how it ultimately affected job application and their oh-so precious credit score. Xiexie for fixing my sametime. So we'll be chatting instead. You maybe so like Xammi. The "huy kuwento ka naman" guy.   

back to the graveyard shift. sowing skull and bones into gold. a few extras won't hurt, especially when eastern tiime coincides with british time. now, i'm having fun. another good reason to come to work somewhat made up, besides i got the extra time. semi power dressing has become a must to show 'em who's boss. you probably know that by now. you could've caught me yapping "what ... sup call?!" or "cold transfer internet banking"  or whatever worthy that comes to mind. sometimes so impish. astig as always. jihoon/jihoon he jun xiang cross breed. it's funny -- bu chi dao ni te mien. let's keep it that way. i'm comfy this side of the ball park. though i can't get this link to work. gei ni chu kua. spongecola rocks!

http://katlink.imeem.com/music/zYtkq1U1/tuliro/

or the strawberry mouse. achietimi is so into the protein thingy this past month.who could blame the guy who wants to score big time in boracay. mwahahahaha. i ate one of those fabled bars while waiting for lunchtime. i'm not sure why guys stand it. something's that sticky, smells like barfed milk formula and turns to polvoron once chewed-- coughing it all the way to the last bite. what i got was a creepy stomachache. bobilicious ate some too. i wonder how he's feeling?

turning tables is not such a bad idea. it was my birthday. number one forgot, naturally. as well as mister p. CQ did not. what mattered that day was giving number one a most auspicious gift i.e. churning captain hook in the croc's belly. ahiyatimi proved to be super hero yesterday and today. he acted in one fell swoop and decapitated captain hook. a kick in the butt he most deserved for making number one hurt.

highlight of the day was to get utterly frustrated at ai ching hao de's ending (or so i thought that how it all ended). tien yi shia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

mei yow ah. wo huei lai le.

welcome to a new era. it's good to see the closet is spotless. skeletons were buried. cobwebs were swept. time to breathe in a new habit of the old kind. living it up with eyes closed. i do believe that there is a parallel universe. this one i can create at whim with no regard for time nor genre. this is maturity in motion. a proof that the mind is a wonderful thing to have.