super psycho(n.) an immensely disturbed individual who is obsessed with ranting, whining, and blabbering about his life. severely unstable and emotionally undefined, a super psycho should always be dealt with at a distance greater than 50 feet and, with some few doses of aspirin.
WHO THE HELL IS SUPER PSYCHO?
Name:Empermeen Mallawee
Nickname:Elp, Elf, Elfer, Elper, Emper, Empermeen, Buknoy, Boknoy, Bok, Mallawee
Age: I am 15. And I mean it.
Address: Honestly?
Favorite Color: Green, Orange
Favorite Food: Rodic's Jumbosilog
Motto in Life: Abolish our selves.
Favorite High School Subject: Biology
Most Hated High School Subject: Values Education
Most Unforgettable Experience: When I abolished my self.
Most Embarrassing Experience: When I abolished my self.
Who is your Crush: My self.
Do you think autograph questions are dumb?: Super.
So why are you answering this?: Why do you care.
Ambition in Life: To be a Super star.
What is Love: Love is what you say when 'horny' doesn't sound right.
If you were a deodorant scent, what would you be?: Natural Scent.
Your film biopic's title would be: E-pal
One word that best describes you: Magnificent.
What can you say about PGMA?: She has a mole on her face.
How about Josepha Estrada?:His stomach is really big.
How about Angel Locsin?:Her face looks too small.
Your alter ego's name is: Kokey
Dedication: World Peace.
Any Last Words?: Rrrawwrr.I'M EVERYWHERE!
We're Just Friends...ter
Yahoo Me, Yahoo You
GIMME MORE! MORE...BLOGS
Allan Habon
Riley Palanca
Aio Arzadon
Cess Carlos
Leya Sumbeling MY FANS SAY THAT...
A HISTORY OF PSYCHOSIS
Nickname:Elp, Elf, Elfer, Elper, Emper, Empermeen, Buknoy, Boknoy, Bok, Mallawee
Age: I am 15. And I mean it.
Address: Honestly?
Favorite Color: Green, Orange
Favorite Food: Rodic's Jumbosilog
Motto in Life: Abolish our selves.
Favorite High School Subject: Biology
Most Hated High School Subject: Values Education
Most Unforgettable Experience: When I abolished my self.
Most Embarrassing Experience: When I abolished my self.
Who is your Crush: My self.
Do you think autograph questions are dumb?: Super.
So why are you answering this?: Why do you care.
Ambition in Life: To be a Super star.
What is Love: Love is what you say when 'horny' doesn't sound right.
If you were a deodorant scent, what would you be?: Natural Scent.
Your film biopic's title would be: E-pal
One word that best describes you: Magnificent.
What can you say about PGMA?: She has a mole on her face.
How about Josepha Estrada?:His stomach is really big.
How about Angel Locsin?:Her face looks too small.
Your alter ego's name is: Kokey
Dedication: World Peace.
Any Last Words?: Rrrawwrr.
We're Just Friends...ter
Yahoo Me, Yahoo You
Allan Habon
Riley Palanca
Aio Arzadon
Cess Carlos
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Tuna Sisig and the Birthday Boy
His name was Caramel. He's just the same as all the gay comedy bar hosts you can find in Metro Manila, except that his humour is inclined more towards the rural, laid-back type. And in essence, he's not that funny. At all. In fact, his sense of fun is so distorted that my friends and I wondered how much Bicol has been left out in terms of entertainment value.
Good thing, though, that the night was not centered on Caramel alone and her pathetic attempts at perking up a rather bland evening at a distant province. It was K's birthday and he just turned 18. We've been good friends since we were 10, when he still brought a yellow Gameboy to school everyday, and when I was still as fat as a kid with metabolic disorder. For this year's edition, K decided not to break tradition by still opting to include a drinking spree in the itenerary.
However, he was so much into the party mood that he decided we should all get drunk at the city's lone decent disco club. And mind you, the level of decency is still lacking, we just didn't have any other choice.
So for the remaining hours of his birth day, K and the rest of our 'barkada' boozed the night away in semi-cold San Mig pilsen, indulging in sips and sighs while complaining about how sour the sizzling sisig was. Hours before that, the celebration was relatively more wholesome with all of us sucking in plates of sweet spaghetti and the chocolate cake K baked with his own cullinary audacity.
When I started with my college life, I thought that I wouldn't miss the company of the people who made my social life in Tabaco a little more memorable. But during times like these, such as sharing beer mugs and spoonfuls of tuna sisig with everyone else, I feel ashamed of having forgotten how fun it was to be with these people.
The evening ended at 1:30 AM, when we all walked back to K's house as the town poblacion glowed with what was left of its rural lights. It was drizzling and we squeezed under the few umbrellas we had, as G invited everyone to spend the evening at his house. Thankfully no one had too much alcohol that night, we still made sense as we tried to keep the conversations running.
J has a girlfriend now, the same girl he had been crushing on since we were 9, something he told me to keep as a secret until they become a couple. He managed to do that after 9 years. R is keeping his dream of becoming a math teacher. He was my seatmate during our Geometry and Algebra classes. We used to have problem solving races in high school. G, on the other hand, spent Christmas alone in their house by the hoodlum-land. That's where we were going to spend the night.
But I opted to go home, though. I felt the night was fun enough for me to retire and contemplate on what I have left behind to get my shot at a good life.
I wonder when we'll see each other again.
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