Thursday, August 15

Ma brother wuz bein' a bitch yesterday so I...
1] turned tha volume of ma stereo to tha highest notch to disturb his sleep.
2] locked ma room before leavin' tha house so that he could not come & turn it off.
3] threw his casette tape where our car's tires would surely go over before ridin' tha car &tellin' our driver to hit tha road and hurry.
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How was I supposed to know that Greenwhich doesn't accept deliveries? Last night, I call'd em up (got tha # from 114) coz i'm cravin' for a cafe blizz. So, I rattled my orders soon as someone picked up. Turns out they don't do deliveries as I said. So anyway, I was pleased when someone turned up at ma house wit ma coffee. And although it took long for him to arrive an' he was sent by way of jeep (he commuted) an' he wasn't wearin' a Greenwhich uniform an' it took time for him to gimme change coz he got it outta his wallet which he got outta his backpack pa, I was glad coz he's cute an' ma coffee came wit whipped cream. Used to be they don't serve it with whipped cream. And it tasted really good for a coffee that's worth 35pesos. Of course, I also ordered pasta and pizza so tha bill would reach P250. But i let ma demented brotha eat tha pizza coz it's only coffee I want.
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Some people who get stuck in a dilemma sing. ["Sukob na, halika na, umula't umaraw magkasama tayooo...,"] -heard from a group of guys who were stranded in tha flood wit me (tha nigga), tha control freak, and tha witch. The three of us had our own way of coping... we took pictures. in tha rain.
Other interesting creatures we encountered during tha rain:
1) a guard who thinks it's logical to keep us drowned studes from takin' refuge in our own building upon learning that tha classes are suspended.
2) a poor, sweet, slightly wet baby who stucked his lower lip out at us and grabbed ma jacket.
3) college kids who stomped their way in tha baha, splashed us in tha process, and got a scream from leidy.
We also let tha time pass by tolerating the fishball smell that would cling to us and hanging out in tha cooperative canteen while listenin' to Kathy tell stories about some acrobatic genital show in Thailand.

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