iwrote this days ago, or maybe even last week, making it the first entry at arveesbored to be published without the satisfaction of being timely

forgive the cusses and the discrimination; acknowledge me with your middle fingers so id behave with my next update

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im a dreamy and hopelessly romantic visionary. im also a barangay ginebra and mark caguioa nut. 999 out of a 1000 times, approach me with these topics in mind and you can expect atleast a smile and a worshipping of your name from a hundred angles

if ever iturned you down, activating that .01% chance, you must have caught me after a terribly terrible event- one which would include what im in right now: a wilted bastard that boarded a bus just in time for Taft Avenue's tribute hour for snails

random thoughts inspired by the traffic follow. mind your counterattacking tongues please:





ijust realized how much iwant to bite and tear joe de venecia's ears off that manure he calls his face. id gargle with muriatic acid later ofcourse




gurls that make starstruck people look Plain Janes piss me off. especially if they bob their beautiful heads around for their dick-minded captives to take pity and offer them their seats




anyone with the surname LAPID inspires me to drop a shit-oriented compliment. the surname is synonymous already with crappy zorros and 21st century Indiana Jones wannabes




iprobably have a foot fetish. ihad to cuff my wrists into this seat just so iwont find myself kneeling beside that sandal-wearing gurl and courting her feet





if only iwere gifted with aura's grit, iprobably would have had spat out a shut-up-you-asshole-mouthed-matron! on that old witch in the back. its been an hour and a half and the whole time she's been cuckling about her experiences as a backer for OFW-hopefuls.

mister stupid conductor, professional moron that he is, began to emit gold from his mouth and befriended the old maid, hoping that she’d make his dreams of becoming a bus conductor overseas come true.

the offer became a reality much later, with the queen still talking about her achievements in the fields of cheating and bullshitting

my collar must be black by now





La Salle is the root of all the evils of the world- only that Taft and the Ateneans are the only ones aware of it. these green-eyed, green-minded, green-walleted gremlins always forget that the LRT1-roofed road infront of their school isnt a parking lot





the equality of the sexes doesn’t exist in the philippines.

for one, filipinas are the most beautiful mound-chested creatures of the earth. filipinos, on the other hand, are the second dumbest, most vulnerable-to-pleasure organisms earthlings (next only to them worm-dicked Japs). and with the maria claras aware of these, they heartlessly dominate the everyday affairs in the streetlife of our dear country

why the bitterness? ride a bus. watch how gurls snatch away seats and still manage to get smiles from their victims





someone special’s making paramdam on my cellphone right now. ihate the feeling of helplessness 50cents on your 222 can make you feel





the best thing with filipinos is their sense of oneness

uhm, no, im not talking about the citizens of barangay ginebra

mike enriquez’s screaming of a tragedy about this family in batangas that met a double-digit-wheeled truck on their way to an xmas party. daddy was sober. driver was, too. mike sounds like he’s not

what made me smile though was how everybody with me chorused perfectly with their “tsktsktsk”s. im a noypi, ithought, just like everyone unfortunately here

had lasallians heard about that news, theyd be fussing over the pitiful fate the car had met




boisterous baggy bitch behind us is relating another anecdote. ihave to talk to that truck driver sometime soon