rawnology, otherwise known as the “blog version of staples center”–a  building created by shaq’s bricks. and this is made up of my lil inconsistency and slumps luckily, the dumpster in me wound up with a lil tinker thing thing physicals that made the post section reminiscent of my rookie bloggin year. too many thoughts passed and never ever graced the my blogs. kinda unfortunate but i have to move on. restore order and eat more dairy queens. so my readers, if there’s anyone left in you, my apologies. never thought sophomre slumps has never been this long. just consider this a centerfold-less swimsuit edition with danica patrick on her racing gear on the cover.i’ll let you decide which part of the last sentence is the sad one.

I rarely do countdowns but my mole feels so.it has been a date with my everyday me and so i be a month older here in my new domain.

my week has been consisted of:

1.my untainted elbow-throwin on MRT record. i feel like havin dwight howard’s broad shoulders everytime i ride on the train every morning.

2.goodies from poodie- i got a  new set of ear phones plus stocks of goodies on cabinets for me to fulfill my hunger everytime i feel like chompin. it’s quite a surprise! thanks.. heehee

3.kobe scored 61 and lebron had 52-9-11 (it’s supposed to be a triple double not til sternbot waived a rebound and credited it to ben wallace) on the garden.i may not have tv at home this time but everytime i hear news like this, i feel giddy. but i’ll take LBJ’s 52 over kobe’s 61. and so i said, this will spark great debates everywhere.

4.juvjuv bird movin in and movin out- well, he’s a jabberwocky anyway. and m’a be followin his ass this weekend.

5.the refresher- me and the wifey had a refresher, a breather on everything. the tempo’s dictating us already. it’s supposed to be the other way around. the transition will just be another footnote on our history but u know, we all wonder that all of these are just a part of everything. think about cloverfield, i’ll still be comin to her in time of distress and everytime somebody’s tyin to get her mobile number. but overall, we all know what’s goin down. it might be topsy turvy but hell a lotta activities ahead. so many things are lined up.and for another week, it’ll be another weight change.

the view from the 21st floor of pbcom reminds me of manhattan where spidey swings his ass from building to building.it’s fun.

Last friday night, it’s obvious that i’m flushed out. and in my sleep, god said, “my son, you are messed up.i think u need some pampering. some caress from my loving hands.this from your father. ” and so a beam went down from heavens and as i wake up, i felt renewed. it’s refreshing to see myself get up from the matress and as i look at the mirror, there it is. my hair standing up like the ocean that moses divided but this time, it’s all in the middle.i smiled and then i realized, it’s more than into the hair. i am cared of.

god gave me a faux-hawk.

finally, porny and poodie in full effect.  the much anticipated transition has already happened. too much noise, too much publicity and too many dramas before i fin’lly crashed in here. just wanna thank chinggay for the help. from da apartment huntin to the charity- giving to a helpless pogi kid like me . it’s highly appreciated. and i can’t wait til the next TOM’s.

well, this just phase one. i’m out of da block but that doesnt mean i already faded.

i’ll be back.

i love you chinggay.

train rides has always been an everyday ballgame with no buzzer. legal elbows are thrown with not refs and most specially, no ejections. i’m like marcus camby everyday. hustlin and planting my foot for the pivotal play just to enter the thing they call metro rail way transit. but it has been all good so far. not til i play dirty.

literally—- wait til my water supply runs out. i swear it’s much worse than a dead fish on payatas.

ayala is my new naga city.

there wouldn’t be a complete january without the janus himself sendin tremors across the web. there have been talks. rumors and i neither confirm nor deny it til shit’s official. just relax and take notes while i turn coughs into snorts.

we got a mad change of weather now. all i can ask is, where the heck are you when i need you last december?! strippin is real hard these days. better give me back my mood. those blushin while dressin type of shit. m like a dude huggin a black nd white panda everytime i sleep. pls stay this way til march. i need you.

this is straight up insane.some filipino movie channel’s showin fFPJ fightin off sum ugly creatures and aswangs while he tries to save anjanette abayari and i’m not talkin bout panday. man, if i were just a kid, maybe i’ll get scared by all these fake-fang wearing white ladies and ugly kapres.
but honestly, i miss these kinds of movies that’ll make u remind of ur childhood. as always, paquito diaz has this classic ass look in his face while bein scared off by those  aswangs. surely miss the nakasimangot na bigote and FPJ’s sideburns.
and i’m still lookin for that anjanette abayari porn video i saw few years ago. believe me on this one, it’s a LEGIT anjanette doin a threesome. well, if christian didnt just deleted it because of his dumbness, i cuda been a hero right now.
believe the anjanette hype.
she’s used to be a pornstar, people!!

i know what ya’ll said but dont worry, i know struggles. i get the picture and i already envisioned everything way before it came. i know ya’ll concerned but c’mon.. my cojones are hard boiled already for this one. nobody can stop me from takin over and grind the sponge  cause only washin and ironing my own clothes’ makes me do that pump-fake. but i know i’ll carry on. i need to get the living back to my life and what better way to live this life is to be with ya somebody that can make ya safety pins tightly secured. just feel me on this one. i know it won’t be a sudden thrilla but i’m a gorilla with hand size of a human. and these hands will bitch slap ya’ll back to ya’ll
desks.

and so chinggay went idle. i dust off all my movie archives and went on to watch first sunday. ice cube brought you friday, next friday and friday after next. and i think it’s just appropriate cause it’s the first sunday of the year and although m not a sunday person but tonight,m i feel like an angel with a dirty face  and feel so urban. seein ice cube on a film again makes me go say yey-yey! it reminds me of the ol’ ice cube comedies he did in the past years. plus tracy morgan and katt williams’ hella funny on this one. damn! i miss cris tucker!

jamaican dude: u gotta sell those drugs in bente kwatro oras

tracy morgan: hey! is it american time, or jamaican time?

(they ended up havin 5000 hours of community service)

if ya’ll feel the blackness of me, ya’ll can check it out. first sunday. download it, rip it or rent it. i down to my third bottle,man. have to go to work erly tomorrow so i be hatin sunday again when i woke up. anyway, happy sunday ya’ll!