webb head

as i was browsing through the magazines of powerbooks trying to find the july issue of cosmo where joan supposedly had a make over, i chanced upon the latest issue of maxim where gaming-chick-godess morgan webb appears. sigh... if only morgan webbs exist here in the philippines.

and, o yeah, the make over done on joan was good. they made her prettier.

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i don't feel good. i think i'm coming down with something.

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Happy Birthday Sandra! :j

series

8 ? 5 4 9 1 ? 6 10 13 ? ? 2

in nine months

nauseated i am. i was supposed to write something witty today. but nauseated i am.

i am the man

whenever i don't feel sleepy or bored when i'm traveling i amuse myself by scoping out my fellow commuters. i try to pick the prettiest gal and the most handsome guy among the lot. i don't know where i've picked up this habit but it started when i was bored to my wits waiting for the jeepney going to calamba to get filled with passengers. so i've been doing this for the past few years. i'm quite glad that lately i've been "winning" from this contest, mostly because of default. hehe. for the first time today i was about to declare a tie. both girls were pretty in their own way. girl number one, aka ms makati girl cutie, has fair complexion, a sweet smile and nice feet. girl number two, aka ms simple assumption girl, has a vibrant aura, an always smiling face and nice hands. i was glancing from one girl to another most of the time during the trip contemplating who is more attractive. guess what... miss assumption got away with it. the uniform dude, the uniform.

by the way, i lost today...

ahhh! my virgin ears...

i was unforcibly drawn to tower records yesterday by an unknown force, probably by my pangs of boredom. and seeing that the listening station for opm albums was free, i instantly grabbed the oppurtunity to drown myself in a torential flood of hopefully good music. on the rack was latest albums by slapshock, parokya ni edgar, marty mcfly, mongols, rivermaya, true faith and rex navarete. rex navarete? who's he? well for your info he is a fil-am stand up comedian residing in the states. so instead of the occasional head bobbing, foot stomping and/or hand tapping from songs of the bands, it was replaced by smiles, snickers and from time to time, boisterous laughter. now it makes sense why some of the people browsing through the shelves of cds where staring at me like i was some kind of a raging lunatic. ( or is just because they are smitten by my freakishly good looks? :j ) i admit it. i think i did look silly. i can't help myself. the man is good. he did cover a lot of somewhat ordinary but funny topics, from a party on 1904 to his magical lolo, from erap to racial snacks, from being caught with porno during his juvenile years to his tito boy's lecture about the birds and bees. (i especially liked the way he speaks our language.) although he is good at his craft, for me the replay value of his album is quite low. i wouldn't buy the album. but i'd sure like to see him perform live.

masochistic tendencies

i don't know why but i always remember certain events that put me in to trouble. what's worse is that i keep on repeating it on my mind, again and again, over and over. and after each replayed incident i can't help but to curse myself. burushitu!

a kiss a kiss a kiss

i was done with the exam halfway through the alloted three hour period. or rather i was done. it's hard to conjure answers to questions you really don't know the answers to.

yesterday as i was on my usual route going home i chanced upon them. the sisters, cheche and sandy, were exiting from glorieta 2 as i was entering. gosh! they were purty. a huhyuk hyuk! dang! i wish i had a camera phone...

as always

later this afternoon i have an exam which i'm not prepared for. ha! wish me luck.

pampanga's best

i love sisig! this i realized during my lunch out with a friend. browsing thru the menu of the place, the crispy sisig instantly caught my eye and made my tummy growled a wee bit louder. it was a no brainer then what my order should be. while hungrily chowing down on the dish it occured to me that as long as the food establishment i'm dining in has sisig on their menu i'd always try their own rendition of the meal. i think i've tasted every conceivable version of sisig, with egg, mayo or mang tomas, greasy or dry, minced or chunky, spicy, tangy or bland. but never have i devoured sisig that could better or even match my step dad's sisig. mere words would ruin the experience of partaking on this delectable treat. probably you could ask my friends who have sampled this feast. or you could take my word for it.

a pat on the back and farewell to pretty faces

the last production day of every month is always long and hectic. so last night after my final basic non life insurance class ended, (i've been going to the said class or rather seminar for the past month), i bought the eheads' anthology album as a gift to myself for a job well done. i should say that i'm very satisfied with the first eheads cd that i bought. (i have a copy of all their albums in casette tape format except for carbon stereoxide which was given to me by a friend.) i have just one gripe. i think it'd be better if tikman was included in the tracks instead of police woman. nonetheless i plan to listen to the album the whole day.

sigh... my "class" ended yesterday. now my only valid excuse for leaving work early is now void. also i'd be missing out on the occasionaly scrumptious merienda that is served before each assembly. although every seminar session feels like forever to end, i rarely do feel bored because of the existence of my pretty classmates from pampanga. i'd steal a glance at them whenever i feel sleepy, particularly i'd oggle at this girl who looks alike my friend. (i only have pretty friends :j) i deviously planned a full proof way of introducing myself to them, my being born and staying in pampanga being the introductory conversation piece. well being the social animal that i am, my plan is still a plan and will never cease to be a plan.