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Thizbee Kat’s entry for… something big and important. Apart from awesomeing herself towards the direction of saving planet earth by way of youtube, you can check her graphic tees and whatanutz at her multiply site which is—> thecheshirecatshop.multiply.com
Yeah, helping out friends shoot their vids is what I’ve been doing. Not much beyond that. AND slaving of course.
Soooo… view the vid and vote the hell out of it! Exercise your right to believe, gadamet.
Get on Facebook too, and quiz yourself to death or whatever…
Hipappy New Year to all. Urk. Choke me with your negativity! Year of the Ox means we’re gonna celebrate BULLSHIT more often. YAY! Cheers, parts.
Now I would like to give a shmoutout to the following peoples for making ze holidays far more interesting than nasal beer:
The PSG – They had a reunion of sorts last December and I passed by for a bit. Photos are here. Clicken the linken. Who are the PSG? They are party monsters. To know more about them, I suggest y’all read this. Then, this. You might need a Facebook account to access them notes.
But wait there’s more but I canna show them. <—– Whattanasshole.
Now for some viddies. They’re kinda old, but they still got the “BOOYAH” to start you up. More pleash. I like them. I give them to you. Please like them.
For all those having beach weddings this year, my friends and I are available as designated gatecrashers and cakemashers. Ok, if one of us has to be Best Man, fine fine, we’ll handle it. Send us the map, the invite and prepare le sunblock. We’ll draw neat doodles on our guest book.
Speaking of schweddings, conflagurations to my church-lovin’ cwiminal friend Jinoe because he’s actually going to have one! Yay! Also check his other site, if you find sitting down boring!
And more alakpakan to Dr. Michael Le David. He’s Chief Utos Monster in Jose Reyes Medical. He’s weird. He and his girlfriend named their cameras, like they’re children. Who does that? NO ONE. Well, he’s some sorta photographer. So if he happens to be your surgeon, not only will your operation be a resounding success, but also a one time big time photo opportunity. Applause! Now back to work.
So uhh… friends of mine have been asking if I have plans of putting out new material. Well, yeah may ara man gid plans. I’m actually pressuring myself to finish it this year. Or next year. But see, I’m just kinda busy peddling stuff around like… uhh beer, and cars… and phones. And gasoline. I’m a merchant, see. A salesman. A tool for capitalism. Uhhh-uhhh, I said tool. Yeah… uh-huh… TOol. So… YES. There are plans.
WHat? A preview? Hmmm… Not sure. Maybe next time. Have to think about that. DOn’t wanna jinx the shit. Wait. But I just said that–NO! I just said there are plans. PLANS ROCK. Plans are high-art metal.
SO. Merry Christmas. Buy the book. Buy 4. Buy twenty. Why? I dunno. Buy twenty THEN tell me. So I’ll know. Hey. Here’s a bad joke. What do you call the girlfriend of a burglar? SIRIT. A muggerfucker. Hahaha. Ha. A….. Hmmm.
What’s this.. A note… It says: DO NOT BLOG IF YOU ARE DRUNKTASTIC. Oh shit. What the–
I carry with me several lollipops a day. Chupa Chups Fruit flavors only. I’ve been doing so for almost a year now. And people ask me why. I have several answers that can be categorized under form and function. I will discus them next time. For now, these 2 ads will demonstrate the awesomeness of The Lollipop for me. Enjoy.
THE SORRY PART. So I was a no-show at the radio interview scheduled last Sept. 25 at Wave 89.1FM. It was supposed to be at 10am – 12nn. I would like to say sorry for not being there. I hope no one’s feelings were hurt. See, I fell into a rabbit hole in the middle of katipunan the week before and found my way back to the real world almost 6 days after. Good news though, I found further evidence that there is a GOD in that rabbit hole. But he doesn’t stay or live in that rabbit hole, ok? Before rabbit hole: Faith is steady. After rabbit hole: Faith upgraded to awesome. So there.
THE SALAMAT PART. Just thought I’d say thanks to some people who’ve pointed out on my friendster account that they’ve been somehow been affected by whatever it was I wrote or smashed together between the pages of Girl Trouble. They’ve made it harder for me to say this but I shall segue to telling everyone that the book is still available in most National Bookstore, Powerbooks, Fully Booked and probably all of Pandayan Bookstores in the Philippines! Whoa. I made it.
Now, for them peoples:
drei x( monchichi ü of Bulacan. I have no idea if her name is drei or monchichi or chichi on monchi. But who cares? A rose by any other name is still available in dangwa. What?
nikki of… Sao Paolo. That’s what she wrote. She’s a bulldozer, this one.
adbot of Makati. Where they get these names I do not know.
untoy of Nueva Ecija. Or QC. Her name conjures an image of her being 7 inches tall. But no.
gabriel of Marikina. Angsty. But still in control. I hope.
carla of Parañaque. Advanced. Completely Structured Sentences. I like.
ako ay Koala mo of las piñas. Who takes the Cake of Most Savage Comment So Far.
I am assuming these people are still alive, sociable and have adapted to living among normal people. I hope they’ve adjusted well enough too, you know, because they could kick your ass if the weren’t too busy having a life. How do I know this? I don’t. But. I would like to think that anyone who can get through Chapter 7 and still smile is armed and ready for the expensive superficialities of the holidays ahead. Thanks everyone!
The following VPE authors will be interviewed all Thursdays of this month on 94.7 and 89.1:
Eros Atalia of “Peksman (Mamatay Ka Man) Nagsisinungaling Ako(at iba pang Kuwentong Kasinungalingan na di pa dapat paniwalaan)”
94.7 Mellow Touch, 11-Sept, 9-10AM
Budjette Tan & Kajo Baldisimo of “TRESE”
89.1 Wave, 11-Sept, 10-12NN
Carlos Malvar of “ROLES, a Not Quite Unreal novel”
89.1 Wave, 18-Sept, 10-12NN
Alan Navarra of “Girl Trouble”
89.1 Wave, 25-Sept, 10-12NN
Apart from the juvenile name (in my opinion), seems my sister’s blog has been getting a lotta good attention. Her site crapmentality.blogspot.com has been reviewed by annieevett.blogspot.com. All I can say is yudi.
And here are pics of her with GT in National Bookstore Cebu. Aryt! I have no smart-ass comments today.
Oh wait. I do.
Potential Megan Fox competition for Pinagpiestahan ang Poster Tuwing Recess is le girl from Eight Miles High. For fans of WTF-Who-Thinks-Up-These-Things kinds of movies, Full Battle Rattle might just float your taxboat. And for some seriously good punk shite, Patti Smith – Dream of Life could be your thang.
After Dark Knight and Iron Man, here comes… Punisher. Will this top Dolph Lundgren’s previous istellar performance as the P? If it doesn’t suck, I would really really be happy. In the early 90’s The Big Pun series was possibly the only war vet non-mutant comic that could strangle your angst by the first cover, through the Cheetos and Nintendo ads and until the last page. The Spirit will show us if Frank Miller can cross the one-man bridge between comics and films. Trouble The Water will make you feel like you should actually be doing something with your life.
5. Mr. Muscle – This is it. The one thing all dudes must have other than strategically-placed condoms, rosaries and/or towelettes. This is definitely THE anti-utos-sabay-bayad-sa-helper- next-door cleaning device. Twist the nozzle (say it like yer edjukacated: Nhau-zul), point the thing towards the dirt and scum and gunk and moss(?) in your bathroom, squeeze le trigger and SHABOOWIE! Dirt is gone. Well, after a few minutes. No wiping. No kneeling. If your bathroom tiles are STILL negative-clean after dirty dancing with Mr. Muscle, then… You. Are. A. Slob. By. Blood.
4. Del Monte 100% Pineapple Juice – Acid. No Sugar. Yellow. Impressive. It’s got Vitamins A, C and E. The Ace Rothstein of canned pineapple juice drinks. Pull open the tab, and wait for the sizzlin’ fizzin’ sound of “Tksh…” A sign that you are about to taste a legendary fruit. You are about to taste the sweat and blood of a lazy barrio lass who was cursed by her mother to grow a thousanjillion eyes because she couldn’t find the fucking ladle. FAT LOT OF GOOD THOSE BAJILLION EYES DID HER AYE? Delightfully refreshing when ice-cold. Tastes like bird shit when not refrigerated.
3. Beastie Boys – Sabotage, LIVE - God has decided that all ye who have the right to rock out in matching white, tucked-in, buttoned down, collared shirts, black ties and dark pants or shorts can only do so if you are members of a musical act with a name that rhymes with Schmeasty Noize or Greasty Toys. Raw. Revolutionary and Rrr…R…. Rockin’
2. Against Me! feat. Tegan Quinn – Borne On The FM Waves Of The Heart - One day, your teacher might ask you “Where were you born?” Immediately stand up, look her dead in the eye and say “I was Born On The FM Waves Of The Heart.” Teacher says “What are you talking ab–.” Interrupt her like she don’t mean a thing and say “Before you speak think about what you’re trying to say. Who else is there to blame for miscommunication? You’re getting caught up in the excitement. You making promises you can’t keep. You need to leave all your options open.” Then…. Walk away. Disappear. Forever.
But. Before you do. Check out this O-some…
1. Girl Trouble Book Review by Wanggo Gallaga – Look at the words he uses! So many! So organized! So spell-checked! So fantabulostasizastic! Hurrah for the W.G. Uh-oh. I feel an urge to thank him in a manner by which the Dogg le Snoop might execute: THizanks to the shiznit that IZ youzzles, W Gizzay! Here’s the linkage: Clizzle-kizzle.
Heartbreak? Awww. Loneliness? Awww. Depression? Awww. Get some sun. This will definitely take all of your “pain” and squish it into pulpy bits that you can drink and “forget”. So please, let me delay your life for a few seconds; put down the wrist-slashing paraphernalia and click on ze poster.
1. Pinoy, Patay, Bading. The Bobonic Plague. Pabulukan ng “______”. It’s Urban Living Therapy by way of the triple threat team of Tado, Angel and Mon: The Brew Rats show on 99.5 RT FM. Entertainment and rehabilitation for the jaded and lost. 10pm-12mn (?) Mondays to Thursdays. Great for long nights at the office, or dead air during your ligawan or tampuhan moments. Dem link: http://www.brewrats.co.cc/ and http://brewrats.blogspot.com/.
2. Panext girls, Discopunk and Jippo-chink supers across the screen over a running dance bass track. Masochism never looked this good in neon. It’s Bubblegum Takeshi Miike. Therefore. The Girl Trouble Emotional Stability Board of Directors have approved the video “Ang Pusa Mo” by Pedicab for its shameless promotion of pop sadism. Here be the link, for the guiltless consumption of all. I like.
3. And to ride along with the whole Independence Day brouhaha, here’s a supa-nice blast from the past video from all time Sayang-Kasi-Wala-Na-Sila Favorite OPM Band Of All Converse All-Star Chuck Taylor Users, The Eraserheads. Watch for the Philippine flag on top of the train. Icon ini. The video finish and proper usage of slow motion near the end just makes it all very real. Too real.
5. Mr. Muscle – This is it. The one thing all dudes must have other than strategically-placed condoms, rosaries and/or towelettes. This is definitely THE anti-utos-sabay-bayad-sa-helper- next-door cleaning device. Twist the nozzle (say it like yer edjukacated: Nhau-zul), point the thing towards the dirt and scum and gunk and moss(?) in your bathroom, squeeze le trigger and SHABOOWIE! Dirt is gone. Well, after a few minutes. No wiping. No kneeling. If your bathroom tiles are STILL negative-clean after dirty dancing with Mr. Muscle, then… You. Are. A. Slob. By. Blood.
4. Del Monte 100% Pineapple Juice – Acid. No Sugar. Yellow. Impressive. It’s got Vitamins A, C and E. The Ace Rothstein of canned pineapple juice drinks. Pull open the tab, and wait for the sizzlin’ fizzin’ sound of “Tksh…” A sign that you are about to taste a legendary fruit. You are about to taste the sweat and blood of a lazy barrio lass who was cursed by her mother to grow a thousanjillion eyes because she couldn’t find the fucking ladle. FAT LOT OF GOOD THOSE BAJILLION EYES DID HER AYE? Delightfully refreshing when ice-cold. Tastes like bird shit when not refrigerated.
