call me lazarus and m not bein zacharian but m not callin this a comeback. and m not tryin to but shiit. i miss this. i miss this lil thing called midnightmaraudering of my brain loosened by stress and alcohol and full of lustful insights. i lobby for awesomeness despite my lacktion… too limited playin time but fock it, i just got back form galera and twas a blast. and when i say blast, i mean, COKE-on-the-white-shirt- blast! like spontaneous shit u dont have any time to react kind of thing. and when it hits you, you’ll never realize what hits you just like us, we never ever thought that the boys and a mascunine gurl of urbandub is on the iskand that night performin and  givn me the chance to wtach em live for the first time.and the best thing is, there’s no security, no barricades and no tickets! just me my girlfriend and half her unit the stage and that fatso from mayonnaise beside me. it sufficed my bad burn form the liempo i had earlier. show’s awesome and the knock out made me some few grand richer. (if only they pay) and i go for no apologies for martin.let em dick ride you while u belt that “on the wings of love” and make they ears bleed.it’s mother’s day yesterday and i greeted my mom late. and so my would-be mom. and ya’ll know what? from all the people i asked if they asked if they greeted they would-be mom’s all they got were “TNX”. if only texting would be a lil sweeter. but thank ya’ll moms out there and to all i MOM”d..

drool on this lil piece of sacred juice from my sanctum for this is the genes of awesomeness.

a year passed, and we just nailed it.we just celebrated our first year last friday and it feels like we’re just on our real first early days of this healthy relationship.i mean, we went trough a lotta troubles and made enemies and friends along the way and smashed a lotta bottles on our thoughts and the heat is still on. we like the new version of mickey and mallory without the tasty savory of this lil thingy in between of us.to the chill pill, you know that we aint done yet, just hold on and we be goin through. rush hour or not. we’ll continue til we can’t feel our legs.u feel me? i miss you and i love you!

this is rawnology and i just finished watchin choke. my libido’s still high and i need that lil thing called endorphine.

i’ve gotta say this.. when you walk behind a female or two, especially u’r already late or sum’ … YOU’RE DOOMED!! i just cant get it why god gave em a 1.5 kph walkin average  when they can speeden it up a lil bit. c’mon! i’m doin my vince mcmahon powerwalk every morning and nobody’s gotsa block my path or i’ll doubl pump ya’ll sideways.

move bitch, get outta way! get outta way bitch, get outta way!!!

Ctrl+s, Ctrl+S, Ctrl mutha phuckin S! i did that a thousand time before i finlly signed out for work but seems like tragedy’s itchin to strike me. when i checked out my work to e-mail it, yah, it’s gone! G-O-N-E!. the whole day work of finding account numbers and checkin if it’s existing and shit aint fun no more! maybe i have to do it again tomorrow and just glue my eyes on the monitors the whole day. plus i got a news that i’m gm goin to zamboanga. phuck! what’m gon do in there? pluck my pubes infront of the uglies?!  this day’s just so phuckin tiring and i had a lotta trips to the comfort room to take a piss. that added up my everday average of 7 pisses a day and 2 of those are extremely loooong ones. shit’s like a fountain. en endless piss as i say. and this personifies how pissed i am today. pissed as my waterfall piss.

my mind’s a lil lighter now. feeling’s like ya tummy reduced a lil after you jacked off after a long time. and my brain’s officially got laid.   7 pops,   12pm-12 am  not bad.see ya’ll in march!

if not for my continuous kickin down under this pc desk or whatever this is, i wouldn’t be able to discover this lil dusted photo album right beside the avr and guess what the brother saw..  sum old ass picture of my black ass self. now i realize, i really dont have no chance to get a lighter skin even if i stay on a maximized air conditioned room for a day. i feel for obama. now i know the reason why i found myself in washington. my skin color’s already justified and for that, i wouldnt feel no pain no more.  fuck fock phuck… i wouldnt trade my skin color for anythin else anyway! bleeh bleehh!! i’m black and i’m proud.

m no seal and chinggay’s no heidi klum but she can be my young adrianna lima.

understand this: i started around 12 noon and til now i’m still heatin my butt up here on the seat.

time check — 8:20Pm m no online gamer but this is  so far to my 8 hour usual drunk sleep.but the  rawnology is alive today. if this is an experiment, my long hair is the hypothesis. phuck globe, it aint got no signal inside in hee.

blank stare….
kakain na naman!! aarghh

i’m supposed to be john-lloyd’n with chinggay today but since i cant get out of here, maybe have to move it til tomorrow but because globe’s havin a lil difficulty breathin inside of the house that i can’t even CPR it, it’s almost like its makin us get the wrong signals and flip it. i am missin her absolutely. especially, the flat nose and the facial muscles! i’m tellin you, she has all this weird facial muscle movement all over her face. it reminds me of the makin of the ninja turtles movie with all those animatronics and showing how they face lift up . it’s kinda how it is. it’s makin me chuckle everytime i see her smile especially after i swipe my finger right under her nose. i’m missin the animated reactions and all those movemements that’s ripped-off staright out of her anime movie collection. especially that finger pointin in the sky every time she talks out of nowhere. i can remember the MRT ride last night when we got passed on by 4 to 5 trains before enough’s enough and i shoved her inside of that lil space availale on that train. fock. it’s like heaven on hell. MRT is love absolutely. and i can’t wait til the next time i see her and watch her new antics as i tell her stories of my past life as jim caviezel.

chinggay, i love you very much .. i am missin you 

my fellow washingtonians, chill! i’m just here in paranaque livin like a slacker and feedin my self with chicken, chicken and more chicken! aargghhh at least for a day i’ m no NBA deprived no more! too bad no Lebron james for me. he sat out all of the fourth quarter for the nth time this season. deabte’s all over but as what’s been said, in the first 3 quarters, you gon need LBJ on ya team but on the last minute in teh final quarter or so, better have a kobe on ya team but hell, who needs LBJ if he doesnt even have to play in teh fourth and just a while ago, i peeped into this youtube clip with Lebron makin 16 freakin point in just two muthafockin minutes!!!! —@#4%1&8*$%^ can u feel my INTENSITY?!!!! aarrgghhh!!! damn.. i miss so much of the lacktion. he ended the game with a fock-it-i-dont-wanna-curse-again 55 points!! he owned the bradley center on that milwaukee game. one time for he crab king ya’ll!!

ya’ll know what they say, a rolling stone go with no I.D. oh fock it, whatever. porny’s so-called urban life continues and now on its first month run. blessed with a good morning faux-hawk, i had my first haircut minus my personal barber, tonette. sure the tonette cut isn’t always consistent but he can make me sharp once in a while not like bing bong who always get a vic sotto cut rather than his george clooney fantasy look plus he get his brows plucked everytime so he doesnt wanna risk his neck on this self proclaimed spanky coco. the alitas made a flash visit and nthin made our night but that gay vagrant with his TMZ-like skills who just pop out of nowhere everytime there’s a celebrity sighting. and speakin of sightings, so far it just been heart evangelista and baby dalupan who graced my eyes on this month span. and oh wait, yeah that chekwa jeffrey tam minus his false incisors. he walked right infront of me and it made me say, “shit.that’s how i wanna be like someday”!  i wanna be a made man. doin nuthin but watch last full shows. rihanna got popped and amare almost got traded. christian returned to WWE and roy jones’ goin to make his MMA debut. a wedding happened but t has been a lil disastrous for me in the end.whoever tought m gon make my own “lock myself up in the CR” moment. if it aint just for that fockin garter! whoever you are, man.. you are a DEAD MAN WALKN’!

went to UP fair with chinggay and her batibots and although we haven’t witnessed it, breakin down a wall hasnt been this fun. bamboo just maximixed the fire level on their asses when they played “tatsulok” and there go the J to the L-Os takeshi’s castle style. if all the world stage and barricades, man, it’ll turn EDSA revolution into a footnote in our philippine history.— with a lil EMO taste in it. too bad i haven’t watched all of the movies premiered on pelikuletran last week bt as what i saw and i heard, it’s panalo as what chinggay said. but ahhmm.. bembol’s blush-on’s a classic. more power to the skin heads! they’re makin the world a lil shinier. and next week, we gon let our celphones shine cause it’s the final set,baybee! ely and the crew’s back and this time, more drama. heard bout he and diane goin to splitsville but because i’m just readin the news only once or thrice, i really can’t confirm nor deny this but one thing’s for sure, if ely’s gon suffer another chest pain, pls god, i’m beggin, take him with you.  he can do very good fruitcakes and for sure all ya’ll up there will like it. nahhh.. but ahhmm.. just don’t disappoint. i’ll trade my nikes for chucks even just for a night and witness ya’ll walk outta that stage for one last FINAL time.

this is rawnology and i’m done scratchin my horns.

Lemme say this again.. HE’S A DEAD MAN WALKIN!!!