a little reunion

i don't know if patrick has already arrived from davao. all i know is that he will be back this weekend.

we had a 4-day drinking marathon since pj's return. damn! are we tired of drinking. everyone was already complaining about the consecutive drinking sessions.

"mayta rabag gamay lang, hubog jud raba inig uli!" utol complained.

this week too, was my enrollment. i went straight to the enrollment section, plot the subjects that i will take up for this coming semester and i talked to the dean so gracefully, i felt like i am a car dealer. i have 8 subjects left and i will go to summer class so that my final semester will be as relax as a Radiohead song.

the jamestown boys decided to go for a night out this weekend. i am pretty sure we will spend the night at our new hang out, Kalye 80's. this establishment lies deep in uptown and not all people know about it. the ambiance is really good and the food is served with presentations. their food prices ranges to 150-250 Php. kinda high for students huh? well, the good thing about Kalye 80's is the beer price. a red horse beer costs 35 Php. now, that's a good money to burn for a beer in the upper side of the city.

sadly, daot and rapi couldn't be with us. it would have been a perfect reunion for us boys. well i guess it will take some time before the gang will be complete. right now, i feel acid is burning my stomach. this is what you get when you spend 4 nights of beer and rhum drinking.

that's it for now i guess. i will be posting about what will happen this weekend. i suggest you keep on hitting this blog. :)

half the man i used to

i have been so busy this past few days. first, it was the 10th seminar for PREX and of course, vior, manyak, chucky, danz, and i were there to help out. then second, my very close buddy from davao is back here in Jamestown! since he arrived, we held drinking sessions as if it were bible studies from a certain religous group. in fact, i just got home from Kalye 80's with the gang. it's been 4 straight days of beer drinking and tanduay licking.

patrick will arrive on friday so it's gonna be a blast in closing the month of october.

we all miss pj, it's been 3 years since we last saw him. life's treating him good right now, he's a graduating student this coming semester and he is the frontman of Go Larry Go. a huge and well respected band from Davao. if you talk about cebu, Urbandub's the band you'll first think, if you talk about Cagayan, there's Nancyspongent, and when you talk about davao, you are talking about Go Larry Go.

anyways, tonette's online right now but she's away from her keyboard. probably making up some sandwiches. oh how wish i can grab some cuz i'm so hungry, i could eat a horse.

don't get high with your own supply

the casualty, fuvi, and vior

mass consumption

L - R: kring, bigoy, and the victim

these medical terms are killing me

i just got out from the hospital yesterday afternoon. after spending almost a week in the hospital, i just couldn't stand my own smell. no matter what smile i will flash the pretty nurses on duty, it just won't work cuz i already stink like Payatas.

ok, so i had appendoctomy. i don't know if that's the correct spelling but that is how it sounds. i can refer to the medical certificate but standing up from this chair is already a chore for me. yup, these stitches hurt everytime i laugh, i cough, etc.

anyways, first day at the hospital and the first person to visit was bobby. i was not able to accomodate bob like a receptionist cuz at that time, my stomach was still in pain. at around 11pm that day, the pain was gone and i was a happy camper. 7am the next day, i was delivered to the Ultrasound Room.

"dri lang ka sir, linya lang ka aning mga mabdos." the personnel said

"ok ra, di man sad ko palupig ug padagkoayg tiyan." i uttered.

and a line of big tummies laughed. it felt weird when my stomach was being examined.

11am, the doctor came to my room with the results of the ultrasound.

"sir, kwaon nato imong appendicitis."

"..."

"kanus-a man?" asked my dad.

"1 pm"

"cge!" i couragely said.

they have to let me wear this stupid gown. stupid cuz everybody can see my behind even if i tie it. at the operating room, i was noisy as hell. talking to the interns, staff, and all. we were laughing so hard that i didn't notice that i was already been hit by anestacia. (is that the correct spelling? damn, i hate medical terminologies.)

when i woke up, i feel so tired and all and i noticed, i was in a different room already! it was the recovery room. i called the nurse and someone approached me and asked me if there's something wrong. i told the pretty damsel i want to go back to my room. she said i still have to wait for a few minutes cuz i still have to recover.

"manghagis ko run!" i jokingly said.

"hagis dha! ahahaha!" nurse carmel said.

when i was delivered back to my room, it was kinda crowded. there was vior and fuvi sitting down smiling at me. i kinda laugh at fuvi at that time, she's got this really childish look and she's like, she's always hyper everyday.

when i came home yesterday night, jb, opal and company came to visit me and i asked jb if he have some chikoys. the taste of ciggarette doesn't excite me anymore. will i be able to quit smoking totally? i hope i can. another struggle for me i guess.

im back at home, trying to recover from this operation. i can say i am lucky cuz i don't have to mind about me playing basketball after dinner and all that appendicitis stuff.

thanks to all the people that visited me during my no-shower days. the text messages, the international txt courtesy by tere and daot. the international call from daot too. hehehe.

it's just that sometimes i'm old enough to keep routines and sometimes i'm child enough to scream.

The Lasagna Surfers @ Turtle's Nest

from left: errol, yours truly, jupiter, lumo, earl on drums.

never understand women

after the "why men are happier" post, i recieved an email from a very good friend dhotti. i want to acknowledge her reaction on that post. she reacted on everything that i wrote. i don't want to tackle everything here cuz it will need a lot of space and you know you don't like really long posts. it gets so boring, all you can think of is to click the close button on your browser.

let me first hit on the chocolate thing. everybody loves chocolates, who doesn't? the point is, women tend to look at their figures more than men. maybe some women doesn't care, but women in general are.

second is the monthly bad trips part, i was talking about menstruation dhot.

about us growing a mustache, i haven't seen a woman sporting a mustache.

there's also the bucket of chicken thing, yes you can eat a bucket of chicken, no doubt about that. but will you? will you really eat a bucket of fried chicken? i don't think so.

lastly, fixing ourselves in 30 seconds. this is just a way to express how faster we are in fixing ourselves than you women. :)

the post was just for fun, you don't really have to get serious about it. you guys might think, "aah, taba is a woman hater". no, i am not a woman hater, i love every reason why they existed here in this planet. if i hate women, i wouldn't stare at the huge billboards in colon with cindy kurleto wearing her undies. if i hate women, i would stop fantasizing angel locsin's body and forget about worshipping the ground that she walks on.

like i said, that post was just for fun. yeah, maybe us men need to understand women. but i like it this way, because if we get to fully understand them, it takes the uniqueness out of these wonderful human beings. if we fully understand everything about them, we might not be fond of them, we won't be chasing after them or we will never gonna drool over them.

women will always be women.

men will never understand the long hours in the dressing room, the fixing of hair now and then, the girl talks, etc. ---and that is why we will never get tired of loving women.

why men are happier

i have been really busy with things these past few days. i have to juggle work and school at the same time and i always find myself tired and sleepy. i still have time for gunbound though. anyways, today's post is all about men. oh yes, dottie, forget about girl power for a while, ok?

i saw a column in some magazine last week about men. no, i ain't reading some homosexual magazines like Toro Toro and Maharlikang Uri. so i saw this article about why men are happier. i decided to make a list instead of a paragraph style article. here's what i came up:

• our last name stays put :)
• chocolate is just another snack
• we can wear T-shirts in a water park
• we can wear no shirt to a water park
• wrinkles add character
• people never stare at our chest when they're talking to us
• a five-day vacation requires only one backpack
• we will never be pregnant
• we don't get monthly bad trips
• we can open all of our jars
• we don't get to wear napkins
• we can grow a mustache
• it's okay if we get to consume a bucket of chicken
• we can fix ourselves in 30 seconds
• we play better gunbound (nyahahahahahaha! :p)
  
• lastly, the world is our urinal!

okay, i think that's all i can extract from my head right now. if you girls have any comments, just post it at the comment section. knowing dottie and maimai, i'm sure they'll disagree why men are happier.

if you can come up with a list why women are happier, email it to me at fartmachine5703@yahoo.com and i will be glad to post it here and let these faceless internet users decide.

i'll always love women. **wink**

it's so sad

goodbye lantay!

pimp my lantay 2004-2005

after so many drinking sprees, after the unfamous sleep-in-the-middle-of-the-road-due-to-excessive-drinking incident by oca, after the fun times spent with the jamestown boys, the pimp my lantay is now in ruins.

gagang and his cohorts was having their drinking session last thursday night. to make the long story short, after they finish up their alcohol, they immediately went home. leaving the bottles, the borrowed glasses, and most of all, the garbage behind. that night, the pimp my lantay looked so dirty, it resembles the view of White Road.

when my dad woke up, he went outside and was so furious at what he saw, i bet his eyes got dark and all he could think of is to dismantle our beloved lantay. the tools that we used to create the lantay was the same tools used for its destruction. my dad destroyed the lantay, hitting every corner of it like defenseless orange traffic cones down in tagonol. the regulars in the pimp my lantay would have cleaned it up after drinking, as what we always do. well, it has been done and i can't do anything about it but try to break gagang's face.

it was constructed september last year. it was labored by my brother rapi and yours truly. i already texted rapi about what happened and as of this writing, i still didn't get to have a reply from him.

now you ask me, what now jason karl buhia? hhmmmm, what now? an idea is boiling in my head and a plan will soon come up. right now, i have an idea about resurrecting it. but not now, i will wait for rapi when he comes back in january.

we will surely miss the times that we are together at the lantay. the laughter when everybody is drunk and the talks that we shared together sitting on that lifeless thing. yeah, a lifeless thing that was once a witness of our lives.