Showing posts with label essay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label essay. Show all posts

Thursday, January 30, 2014

about emma roberts then become love life then youtube after e

clickin the e! online for my daily doze of English words off my English obsession self.

there: emma roberts' video, first page. click then becomes ... engaged....dazzled!

clickin a lot of vids of emma and evan.

adult world. watch this later

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

this while I was walking beating the time, Candice and Nahid (are you listening, Bahir, too?)

Route B tickles my rogue bones. In fairness, the drivers having route B direction or liner or whatever are careful drivers

Monday, January 27, 2014

as pure as driven snow: I face the foe-like shart-messup furniture upstairs, Guido

Finally, I have decided to clean my office table. I have this infinite vacant time--free time!--to be THAT god of cleanliness, clutter-free, and crap-free possession! 

 The weather is trying to darken the room; Mr. Guido, where's my umbrella, but the heavyset, white, dirt-of-all-sort-blemished ( compare: "the merest blemish on a Rolls Royce might render it unsalable" ) table is my sole image, or the mental snapshot.

  There are some grand changes of the ballpens' location, the post-it's placement, and some school supplies which have been laid upon in an inappropriate box compartment!

   The Queen of my drawer is dusty; my last semester's....acquisition: the red puncher! I remember how students asked my permission to use that errr to face...The Queen. She has been punching ream upon ream of sheet (A4, legal, tissue paper, Scotch tape, and wanton wrapper!)

   


Saturday, November 9, 2013

Celebrating Birthdays Without Our Parents

He is surprised. I can sense his happiness via his vocal inflection. The roast pig is the additive factor. His daughters have given him some birthday party surps [ shorts for surprise, bimby] (note: since everyone is into shortcuts nowadays! as in, traffic becomes trafs; ballpen becomes ballps!)

Happy Birthday, my dear brother!

With all these colorful cake, oily but yum-yum dishes, and the roast pig and some more dishes, out of this gathering and birthday bash, I have one big fat realization: That my nieces---his daughters---are a bunch of thoughtful persons. 

Oh, there is another One bold act of thoughfulness: some portable KTV! Pass the mike, Cookie!!!!






Friday, November 8, 2013

big-adjective-implanted typhoon in the philippines



Yolanda is so cocky about her speed and intensity since " there is no MOUNTAIN to deflect its power." Ah, so...bukid-bukid diay na! Since the money coming from the taxes is either being magic or in Napoles' fat bank account; why not the government make MOUNTAINS! Yes, every centavo will go to this ambitious project and bang! the next time that the Philippines will have a Category 5 Typhoon: just press the button and the Napoles-made este man-made mountains will appear before our very eyes, with matching gigantic and metallic trees to make sure that the powerful winds and whales (knock on wood) from the Pacific will be sliced into bits!

Friday, May 13, 2011

the question of videos...or am i a selective videowee?

i have this wry smile on my face. like it had stayed for a month. due to the suggestions menu of youtube. those videos that are placed at the right section.

this is the new Out of Place series, a Check The Difference occurrence!

I wanted to watch Air Supply videos. This is due to that jeepney liner which played non-stop that at the end of my journey, I had become an instant Air Supply fanatic! One of the Greatest Miracles in my summer!

My point: Air supply I CAN WAIT FOREVER...Air Supply... so on and so forth...Katy Perry FIREWORKS!

Suddenly, there's Katy Perry! What is this? A high-order thinking feature of Youtube?

Friday, April 29, 2011

toni gonzaga: why is she here on my blog

 

She is the true epitome of (the virtue called) patience. She waited like Penelope, who waited for her husband, Odysseus, for countless years, as Toni waited for her REAL BREAK. The accumulated years? 7 long, frustrating, uncertain, depressing, and embarrassing years!

Every time I am impatient like a child with tantrums, Toni Gonzaga's character of being patient pops up like Yahoo messenger box!

and look at the new actors now, they want instant stardom! Please, be inspired by Toni's story on the showbiz path.