A stranger on the bus gave me a pack of Bread Pan, which he says is his favorite. Maybe I did look hungry, but I haven't eaten it yet.

Despite my initial trust issues, we got to talking. He's this oldy American dude with Mexican roots who told me to scoot over the seat because he was getting off nearby. He's this private tutor who has worked in Makati for two years. He's this dad with a five-year-old kid he'll be taking to MoA in a while. He's this Beatles enthusiast who finds the vehicle's radio version of "Hey Jude" rather indistinct. He's this hopeful who buys a ticket to the Lotto everyday, and even won a few times.

He used to be this English professor in La Salle who taught during the 1980s. He used to be this TV personality who played a doctor in an ancient Bisolvon commercial. He used to dress up as Santa Claus in events for Nokia (the photographic evidence he had with him was laminated).

He knows he can get a bit too friendly sometimes.

He thinks I'm half-Chinese. He thinks I look mature for my age (must be the formal attire). He thinks I went to college when I was 16, and even did the math for me. He thinks my name comes from a vegetable.

He gave me his cell number and didn't ask for mine (whew), giving me the option of surrendering to my paranoia or not.

I chose not to communicate with Professor Art further, since my parents drilled the "Don't Ever Talk to Strangers!" lecture into my skull again. Fine, that makes sense. But still, to random occurrences, :)

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( Because it's that time of the year )

( Free-writing )

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MSN with Jason who is as normal as I am italicized:

medical procedures are violations of human rights
therefore we have all been violated
oui
let us go rot now
rot!
maybe we can give to the needy
or to the speedy
or to the bleedy
or to the weary
and maybe to the cows
let's give them eyebrows
the eyebrows will help them wag their bells
oh! that would be swell!
but to the farmers it shall be hell
and that we can tell
to the intent seashell
where animals dwell
and where adam and eve fell
now they are forgotten
( that is the way with men )

The crab babies are dead. Cause: either they froze up due to the weather or they gave in to their cannibalistic nature. I didn't want to see the bodies. I don't know.

Listening to Bloc Party and +44 is not helping the grief either. I need my mood-altering cereal now, please. :(

Hooooom. T_T

( They crawled their way up the staircase perhaps, or remained hermits in purgatorio. )

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For the crabbabies, let's burn down something beautiful, dry our hollow eyes and let's go down to the water.

YM is known to be the largest contributor to the fields and the rice terraces of tomatoe.

Excerpts from Carmel and Neobie's YM day (I wasn't able to save the other YM exploits today how sad):

Neobie: kaya dapat libre ka niya
Neobie: yihee
Carmel: ngeee saan nanggaling yun? hahaha
Neobie: sa tenga ng smurf
Carmel: ay boo
Neobie: :P
Carmel: labo mo
Carmel: :))

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Neobie: *blink blink*
Neobie: :))
Carmel: sabaw ka
Carmel: isa kang sabaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw
Neobie: yis
Carmel: sinabawaaaaaaaaaang gulay
Carmel: :))
Neobie: okey, mas sabaw ka
Neobie: :))
Carmel: no i'm not
Carmel: how dare you accuse me! :))
Neobie: denial is the first stage of soup
Neobie: :))
Neobie: acceptance is also the first stage
Neobie: :))
Carmel: how many firsts are there in the first stage anyway you soup?!
Neobie: there are many, and of course there is threetahm
Carmel: what's the third first?
Neobie: ignorance :))

[That is why I am soup yes]

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( Planting the seeds for the soop )

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Echhh in other news (*smite!*) parts of the metaphysical world, I have decided to accomplish three random things everyday. I am staging a vendetta against monotony, you see. So far, I managed to hurt my face physically and kick things. The kicking things is fun. Yesthisisaboutthelickingcrayonsaswellhahaha. This could probably be my way of acting on impulse too, because it has dawned on me that I think too much before doing things. It doesn't help with decision-making. Hahaha.

Today I like tofu.

Okeys. To follow the Recipe of Soupliness that began here in Carlo's post, let there be flight! Part 2?

This must be cut using the Shift+8 keys, due to name-mentioneds.

Carlo (2/7/2008 12:20:33 AM): kasi mahilig mag slide slide sa rainbows ang gay community?
Carlo (2/7/2008 12:20:36 AM): :))
Neobie (2/7/2008 12:20:55 AM): oo! hahaha
Neobie (2/7/2008 12:21:02 AM): parang CareBears
Carlo (2/7/2008 12:21:21 AM): hahahaha.
Carlo (2/7/2008 12:21:27 AM): carebears care!
Carlo (2/7/2008 12:21:29 AM): labo. :P
Neobie (2/7/2008 12:22:11 AM): CareBears save the world!
Carlo (2/7/2008 12:23:33 AM): yes, like spiderman!
Carlo (2/7/2008 12:23:35 AM): hahahaha
Neobie (2/7/2008 12:24:21 AM): and the Thing!
Carlo (2/7/2008 12:24:58 AM): yesyes. cause he is orange and topless!
Neobie (2/7/2008 12:25:15 AM): nakakapag-camouflage kaya siya sa brick walls?
Neobie (2/7/2008 12:25:16 AM): haha
Carlo (2/7/2008 12:25:33 AM): hahaha. saka sa bundles of oranges!
Carlo (2/7/2008 12:25:36 AM): hahahaha
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Neobie (2/7/2008 12:26:06 AM): oo nga! :)) hindi mo alam ulo na pala niya yung prutas. hahaha
Carlo (2/7/2008 12:26:19 AM): hahaha. pag kinain mo yun bungi ka
Neobie (2/7/2008 12:27:08 AM): tapos sisigaw siya ng catchphrase niya?
Carlo (2/7/2008 12:28:04 AM): oo! dahil tatanggalan ka niya ng ngipin. :P
Neobie (2/7/2008 12:28:26 AM): ang labo na natin. hahahaha
Carlo (2/7/2008 12:28:57 AM): hahahaha. oo nga. hala. maalala natin to pag nagkita tayo bukas at tatawa tayo.
Neobie (2/7/2008 12:29:07 AM): oo nga. :))


And also, Akire and I are now songwritermers. This is today in YM clock.

Neobie: i pats yoo.
Neobie: pat pat pat a cake pat a cake baker's Mann.
Akire: bake me a cake as fast as you Kant.
Neobie: Pat it, and Roll it and Marx it with a B.
Akire: =))
Neobie: bitin!
Akire: [crap, the last line's hard...]
Neobie: [oo nga ehhh!]
Akire: and Put it in the oven for Borges and me!
Akire: [cruuuuud, it's hard!]
Neobie: =))
Akire: :))

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Yes, if Carlo and I publish a book of our YM conversations, Akire and I shall make an album and have someone else sing the songs but Akire sings anyway so she will belt out her dominatrix tone. Hooray for your friendlied, neighborhood MRists who aren't misters!