time to get serious

pare. pucha. wasap? wat?!? not even tuytuy's up? too bad.

anyhoo, i'm filled up to the brim i'm not even sure if i'm drunk or not. whatever which way, my way or the hiway, let's not let it get in the way.

it is time for some social commentary. wat yu say? nah. i love jessica zafra but she might choke (on her cup of coffee, not on anything else. bashtush!). i'm not out to rule the world. only the pucha-pare empire.

so, you better watch out. i'm giving you the hataw and you better not cry. i'm sick and tired of shutting up and looking like a dimwit.

at least, when i'm writing, i may sound like a dimwit. and dimwits have their stories, too.

i've been discovered

for the longest time i haven't updated this blaahg... teka. deep breathing... pucha! pare.

so musta mustasa, labanos ang kang kong. somebody who's been hanging out at peyups.com (where bright minds meet, and match, kaya p-p-yu-pi) somehow bumped into this yu-ar-el. and fuck yeah, i've been getting some traffic.

come on, dudes! you're wasting bandwidth, and time, visiting my site. what's up, UP? (tangna nyo, iihi-an ko kayo kung di kayo mag post ng comment dito. eh di sana di na lang ako nag post. kingnamehn. bigyan nyo ako ng rason para magsulat!).

hmmm. i want to stop but i want to not. so to continue... then i stop.

egis. last hirit...

UP! 2nay! p! l! ban! m! k! b! yan! (pakshit you t3ksterz!)

UP. where nothing is as lovely as a 3.