I muse about my not so perfect life

this particular topic will have its regular installment on my blogs. syempre im fascinated with the filipino sounds and i dont care if there are people who shuns filipino music. for me, filipino music is highly cultured, may aesthetic sense(elites would ctually say, na ang masa ang nakikinig nyan, and masa dont know how to be cultured)but just as the same, kahit patok sa masa, o jologs para sa elitista(i remember someone saying yucks when she heard kikay over myx) makikinig pa rin ako. i want to have a fair share of involving myself with music. ill admitit, more than half of my mp3's in my pc are all foreigns, pero di lang naman nagtatapos yun kung ilan o san ka mas nakikinig. basta u appreciate critically ang mga naglalabasan, thas one way of appreciating our culture. enough about this rants, uulitin ko, i made this scheme several months ago at blogdrive which i deliberately junked b4 december. pipi rip pip - sexbomb dancers im not sure kung ito talaga ang title nang kanta

courtesy of rexnavearette 5. There's never a Weight Watchers recipe for any of it, imagine "Pork Adobo Light with now only HALF the chest pains!"...husky and sexy forever then! 4. Because hungry Pilipinos in the Philippines probably need it more than you do here. Air cargo an entire meal to the province through SBC Packers! 3. You'll look like the President of the Philippines, Joseph "Erap" Estrada, who is personally responsible for the disappearances of entire hog farms. Even Muslims there can't be around him with all the pork rind crumbs on his shirt. 2. You're still trying to finish off the other Pilipino food you were forced to "take home" from that baptism, shower, despedida thingy from two weeks ago. The pansit is becoming penicillin. 1. If you don't eat your bowl of dinaguan (porkblood stew) within the day it was made, it turns into a big black blood clot. "Mmmmm.....pudding!"

7:55 am, and i only got 3 hours of 'not-so-good-sleep' after banging myself till the wee hours of the mrnin, and yet, im still in the satge of hyperactivity, i ll let the day pass and spent the xmas eve sleeping the whole day. what is about the xmas that people claims to be the happiest day o fthe year? i find it superficial to place and serve round fruits that signifies the next years promise of prosperity(enough about the fruit bureacracy, we only serve fruits during the hlidays and damn, some of them are made of plastics)when people living in the makeshift homes are busy thinking about thier meals for the next day. or how about the gift giving schemes, which, for me, only appeals to those materialistic appetites whitin us. did we stop for a while and think about the whereabouts oif the trees cut down and wrapped in our uber expensive gifts? sure we do have recycled paper but i doubt in this society we have, where culture of austerity is not popular, using a recycled shit i

I gear towards the moon the ecsatic solitudethat exudes from the night's gentleness refuse to comfort my deepest apprehension bout the lifelong battle of a gruelling thought that starts to linger beneath my whole existence flyin in the open midst of the lust and the neverending journeyof my life's exploration of my sexuality... the complete ignoranceof life's purpose continue to flourish at the back of my consciousnessand the indian summer slowly unfoldingin front of my peripheral vision a sui generis image was created a similar to my routine i religiously follow every morning a clearer view of a boy touching his and experimenting a self gratification....