first blaaahg

pucha, pare. welcome to my blaaagh. i'm growing old and i can't remember stuff anymore and so i thought i'd agree with my good buddy allan 'maniniyut' barredo to start this blaagh.

first things first, lest i forget what i'm supposed to blaagh about.

so the wifey and i went to wack wack last night. no, not the nocturnal, visiyan, literally-torn-in-half humans down in the visayas. the golf club. it's nice to be back in my old stomping grounds. yeah. i used to stomp the earth. technology hasn't invented the compactor back then. stomp the ground before planting bermuda grass and pissing over it so it'll grow green and lush and everything nice. only to be clubbed by them old farts wearing strange hats and costumes and speaking english as if they're pucha-pare friends.

nice too, since the tazi driver that drove the tazi (yes, redundant) knew the place. so we didn't have to look for the air-conditioned veranda. talk about verandas. aren't they supposed to be like so al fresco? only old farts can think like that. i digress.

the tazi driver, aka tony, knew mayor lim. the immediate question was 'does mayor lim know you?'. anyhoo, tony and mayor lim had a meeting some time last year in the main golf club building. reason why he knew his way around.

the nerve. the candor. the shameless name dropping. now that is a true pucha-pare. cheers to tony! and cheers to all pucha-pares.