Friday, November 28, 2008

Rihanna and Chris Brown Concert in Manila


“You are an awesome audience. Thank you Manila,” says Rihanna (left) as she bid goodbye to her Pinoy fans after her back-to-back concert with Chris Brown (right). The concert organized by MTV Philippines took place last Sunday, November 16, at The Fort Open Field in Taguig City.


I never had the chance to watch the concert, nonetheless i was in it! LOL!

p.s. I had pharyngitis after the concert.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

The glitch

Alaphrael stands on a balcony in the silver city, he watches as his creator molds the universe. They, the angels, are witnessing the creation. They watch proudly as the universe is being created one element at a time, for they did their part nicely-in which nice means exact ~angels worked on the "blueprint" of the universe*. "Let there be light" a majestic voice pronounced. A small light flickered in the center of nothingness. Lanathiel, the leader of the "light department" was nervous, nervous that he might have missed something. The light flickered once more, then again and again and again until it swallows the darkness, and then there was light. The Angels who are in charged of light cheered, Lanathiel smiled, satisfied and gratified. The angels watched for six days ~the concept of time doesn't really apply here, time exists but there were no ways of measuring time back then*. For six days they observe, they watch as their respective assignments were being done nicely, so far, perfect. On the seventh day they look upon a newly born universe. Alaphrael smiled a faint smile, almost gloomy, he was relieved that they~the lot of the angels and He Himself* did not notice a small glitch, perhaps He noticed but chooses to let it be.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

The Bizarre Adventures of Baby James & Mongo Josh [Episode I]

Uncanny stories of a baby and his retarded brother


Weekly Visit


Blakoal dakhoal beeensss
Juks pit ap heerlll
Ja bhul jab jupin jak blurrr
Bi bits ta floe
Beksting ie loe
Shappy jhat loe loe loe noe noe noe

Mongo Josh loves to sing. Mongo Josh likes R&B, he did a lot of remixes of the hottest R&B songs (in which remix means replacing the words into babbles). He was singing Flo Rida’s “Low” when Daddy Phillip came to their house to visit him. Daddy Phillip heard his son singing, he scanned the room to check if someone is around, no one except for Baby James. He immediately kicked Mongo Josh on his face. Mongo Josh didn’t feel a thing. Maybe because of his “slow reaction”. Daddy Phillip was pissed, he grabbed a wrench (god knows how that wrench got there) he beats Mongo Josh with it, just like how a father beats his retarded son…oh. Still, Mongo Josh felt nothing, he kept on singing, this time he sings Pussy Cat Doll’s “When I grow up”.

Bhen hai jow dop
Avhanavhie beymbooze
Vhanavhie ajar
Vhanavhienimuvee

Daddy Phillip grabs a steel base ball bat. I guess I don’t’ need to describe what Daddy Phillip did to Mongo Josh. Let’s just say Baby James enjoyed the scene. After hours of beating-the-retarded-shit out of Mongo Josh, Daddy Phillip decided to leave before Mommy Kris and Daddy James arrives.

I guess it is worth mentioning that Daddy Phillip “visits” Mongo Josh three to seven times a week, hoping that someday, he’ll beat-the-retarded-shit out of his son.

Mommy Kris and Daddy James arrived. Daddy James wants to show Mommy Kris that he cares for his retarded step son. He decided that he’ll play with Mongo Josh while Mommy Kris is there to witness his fatherly deed. He approached Mongo Josh with a ball in his hand, hoping that he’ll play with him. As soon as he patted Mongo Josh’s head, Mongo Josh started crying! He cried as loud as he can! Mommy Kris saw this! She thought Daddy James slapped Mongo Josh, but in reality, Mongo Josh cried because Daddy Phillip kicked him, remember what I told you earlier? “slow reaction”. I’ll leave the ending to you. I bet you can imagine the pain Mongo Josh suffered for the next few hours! Baby James loled.

-End of chapter I-

(the names of the characters are created by the author’s imagination, any resemblance of anyone you know are awfully coincidental)