adventures of a couch potato

countdown to extinction. roughly two weeks transmutated to six days in my grand stalkin' calendar. jelly ace could not --ever-- resist the temptation of draining blood off my face and chilling my hands (and feet) to a frostbite. there she goes with the cloned korean royalty in tow. good thing i did not insist on betting next cut off's pay for the daring feat. yep, as kaladkarin as the last one. i continued eating my ginisang upo with giniling while their eyes bulged like UFOs in warp speed. wake me up when september ends. mahwang has arrived. "sinong TL nyo?" -- this is the first question you have to ask. daggers flew out of my eyes. ay powtah ka these as squinty as yours. these are the first words out of your hideously charming self? take me to your leader (let's see what she's got before i cut her throat and feast on her tiffany-shaped sorry excuse for a heart). chelita was beaming like a six year old high on acid. yes, she could have died experiencing nirvana in the next half hour. mine would be khankhunkernitz -- the fifth level of happines defined by chito miranda. you guys have to make me cut the cake of the month. having so much fun watching me trying real hard not to fumble with the knife. betting on how long i could keep my composure. that would be give or take thirty minutes before i broke down and squealed oh em gee gemini! thank god you are far off to frodo's house to the double doors.  

i'm such a sucker for pretty things. the cake or the clone? i would have to say both. would i lose my religion for your protestant beliefs? considering the possibility that you may not be catholic. djalang. maybe i can.  

touch the color green. animo la salle. 081607

art imitates life and vice versa. one can never tell which came in first like the endless chicken and egg debate. for such a nice catholic girl like me (this description still befits, after all we are all sinners), i still hear real life stories for the first time. this girl -- tall, very beautiful, strong willed but with corrupted innocence -- have told me urban legends coming to life. college girl tragedies. so, the pamparegla is just placebo. the old lady smoking the nganga would take one look at the girl and would know. she would give instructions as precise as a surgeon. pity the girl and pity the unborn. city life is a fight for survival. it only reminds me how fear, conviction and ambition can be so strong it can commit murder.  

click my heels three times and we are back in kansas. my red hello kitty flats does that trick. so we could be stuck here in the deep south, after all. there's a massive corporate war out there in the scorching suburb of new york and the debris rains in manila. this is how the big boys play ball. bottom management have to sit and watch the freakin' ball game on the sidelines. i'm grabbing my corndog, popcorn and ice cold coke. listen to the yapping old timers. laugh it all off. wait until we get a flyball or a home run. the smoke will clear in time.

this would be a good day for the marble floor to crack open and swallow me whole. take me to your master... right now!
jellyace disturbed my peaceful lunch of ginataang kalabasa and beef teriyaki. there she goes with kimchi in tow. where is that invisibility cloak when i most need it? here goes a bigger problem: where would i go for lunch?