(post-jack happy bday pic)
Thanks houseloves!
DAY#352|WK#51
DAY#324|WK#47
Mark: You either surf or you fight.
Ryan: Are you crazy God damnit? Don’t you think its a little risky for some R&R?
Mark: If I say its safe to surf this beach Ryan, then its safe to surf this beach. I mean I’m not afraid to surf this place, I’ll surf this whole f…ing place!
Mark: Charlie don’t surf!
later that day……..
Pete: Your mission is to proceed up the Cuyahoga River in a Navy patrol boat. Pick up the Don’s path at Avon, follow it and learn what you can along the way. When you find the Don, infiltrate his team by whatever means available and terminate the Don’s command.
Ryan: Terminate the Don?
Vic: He’s out there operating without any decent restraint, totally beyond the pale of any acceptable human conduct. And he is still in the field commanding douche bags.
Mark: Terminate with extreme prejudice.
Pete: You understand Ryan that this mission does not exist, nor will it ever exist.
DAY#266|WK#38
DAY#190|WK#27
DAY#185|WK#27
karmic
if karma does exist.
then can you turn on your lineage and blame them for the all the things you have no control over?
who you’ve turned out to be..
the shit you have to endure..
and all the fantastical things that rapture before you,
way beyond intoxication,
surpassing your grasp of what’s real?
DAY#183|WK#26
ender
Friday— Left work at eight pm. McKinley Hill. Had a sandwich for dinner. Discussed our plan of attack for next week’s battle. Adjourn. Columns, JP. Two canned beers. It’s past 12.
Saturday— Palanan bar, three bottles. Washing. Durango. Two beers, down. Two beers, count. Die. 1330, up. Congee shot. 1700, out. Search apartment. All these houses start to look the same. Let me find my street.
DAY#78|WK#11
I have dreams so big. I frighten myself.
DAY#40|WK#06
get up
move. off your back.
detach.
work. make.
refine—
DAY#338|WK#48
Pole Dancing
Yes, I’m judging girls who are taking up pole dancing now, taking on the fad. Because I’ve noticed that they’re all of the same kind. With exception of the the ballerinas and the most fluid pole dancers.
BURP.
DAY#216|WK#31
750 Words
Just like Jack London, only 250 words less. With or without the booze.
This is good, aimless blabber daily. You can spit out all the expletives that you care most about. Or be the corniest fool belching prom songs in your own words.
I’ve 750’d a lot of things out of my head. Just like a little treasure hunt, except you wouldn’t know that you’re in one until the jewels flash before you.
Also, I get to stress test my touch typing especially when there’s a tsunami of thoughts. Mad, afraid I might lose em! Sayang naman. LOL.
DAY#208|WK#30
PLANET—I think I’ll be taking flight. Blackhole’s eating me.
*This is a nice globe but farkin expensive. DIY potential though, with some blackboard paint.
Never refuse an invitation, never resist the unfamiliar, never fail to be polite and never outstay the welcome. Just keep your mind open and suck in the experience and if it hurts, it’s probably working.
DAY#174|WK#25
walang kwenta lang hoho
ganito pala gumamit ng photoset
DAY#173|WK#25
