jabokopiyowli

`cha, pare. i just started my blog with a punctuation. my english teacher will kill me. not because of the caret. maybe because all i did during her class was watch her lean over and take a peek at her panties but found a pair of shorts instead. what fa... complete hair and make-up, mega production before going out of her place and she wears shorts over her panties. talk about national treasures. wait! i learned what a gerrand is. therefore, i will go continuing (just to prove my point that i know what a gerrand is, sacrificing understandability and throwing all my grammatical worries to the wind).

a pucha-pare is supposed to be a laid back animal. however, the times become short, maybe because we (i) grow old and mine goes shorter. maybe because we just need to do so many things but the only thing we really need doing is to do as little as we can. all rice, stop. all rice, go.

let's talk multi tasking. i don't know about you guys but i challenge myself once in a while (what is the square root of 4 in 100 significant digits? 34 (what matters is the speed of which we answer, not the correctness of the answer. think. commit. move on. wrong answers are for losers. quick-shooting-from-the-hip is the pucha-pare-zen).

so, your four best activities done together-forever?

mine's taking a shit while having coffee, cigs and taking a bath. i did this just once, by the way, cause it was a pain to keep the cigs dry and my cup not running over due to the water from my bath. so i'll reduce it to three. scrap the bath. take the dump, the beans and the leaves.

what's your's? tt? you're a boy. pp? you're a girl. kk? you're a wannabee girl. ttmomaykuto? you've got a big problem, pare

chow, dooohd. jabokopiyow muna. (wexed go BLT. but BLT is serial, not mutli threaded. the others? i'll ask. brb)