new year , new look and believe it or not, i dropped another digit.and i’m hatin it.
hello! m still no carmelo but yeah, this will be the defining year ya’ll. i’m diggin the new blog lay out look courtesy of my ever net junkie, chinggay. the cup cakes were good. the surprises were better and all the things u did were the greatest!!! can’t thank you enough for evrything.
you know i love you very muchie!
and just like last year, sumbody brought the wrong rain again. doin da rain dance on the new year’s eve’s  becoming an alternative to paputoks. which is not good. we all deserve a rainless night complete with cold ukrainian breeze. that’ll be the perfect time to say g’bye to the year.
and just right for my welcome embrace to the another numero that’ll add up to my anyos.
and one thing that is unfair is when LeBron james got to get jay z perform on his 24th bday.
while when i had my 26th, i had mad hiccups!

happy birthday, ronmar!

i’ll still conversate and be felate’d.

last year, i proclaimed that i’m gon be the master splinter on the year of the rat. well, it has somewhat been prophetic cause along da sewers that i dwell, i found a hairy-backed turtle on skimmers.
and that’s what made my year turn around a lil faster than the average speed of my pelvic thrusts during my humpin’ activities. this year has been a whirlpool of unfortnate and lucky-i-got-out moments and hell, lotta cheese flowin and it all aint a dream, things just aint always what it seem.i just know, everybody wanna touch my cheddar.and no way nobody can sit on my wood.and so as we throw our shoes to the year 2008, (and i’m gon make sure i aint gon miss ). let us look back as i unveil the porny and unporny moments of 2008.

i had a lotta mis steps and unforced errors this year. and so my share of tragic happenings and tons of other weird shit that caught me on a fastbreak.and these are some..

unporny moments

5.banged bus- since i go to manila every month, i got to get to get used of the 7 or sometimes 8 hour travel to the big city. and on that one unfortunate night at quezon the bus was slowly showing signs that it’s really pretty banged up and it once smelled like something’s burning. aircon’s dead and it stayed dead til we got to manila. imagine hell.that’s almost hell-like hotness inside.

4. dawn of the new error part dos- there will be no unporny moments without my own pc moment. and at number four.. it’s the continuing misadventure of my ever malfunctioning ukrainian pc named kapirov. and now he’s joined by his new HD courtesy of chinggay. restarting pc has never been this sweet.

3.i am legend- there are too many nights that promised me prestige.made me feel i’m invincible and super human.a lot of lost memories in the morning and too many memorable drunk moments. from strippin infront of the ATM machine to rap battles and bringin chaos to everywhere i go.and one time, i even saw myself hover above my body as i sing  a david cook song on videoke. this made me a myth. a legend and a force everytime i pop dat bottle.
and i’m not proud of it (sorta)

2.blind rage- lately, i’ve been havin tantrums more than all of chinggay’s combined. im havin short fuse and sometimes i’m silent like a bomb. really really dangerous. only moments from snappin’. i really need to check myself in to an anger management program to control thsi lil rage inside’a me.or maybe chill pill’s supply aint nuff no more.or maybe it’s justa  result of playin too much grand theft auto and scarface and watchin too much houston rockets games. thank you, mr artest!

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those are some if not the most. u know. it cuda been longer if only i didnt have to get the top 5.
anyway, on the brighter side, these are the moments where it made my boxers cut loose a bit. u know..

the porny moments

5- rated r video game superstar- finally, my very own gaming console! and i only got one this year. i know it’s a lil over due havin your own ps2 today cause ps3’s already sendin huge shockwaves across the gaming nation but u know, the gamer in me’s tellin me it’s never too late. and so far, i’ve finished two god of wars and i’m currently playin scarface. the official game adaptation of the movie.it’s tony fockin montana, cock-a-roaches!!
next year, m gon work on my ps3. nyehehe i’m gon own you!

4. tagaytay trip with poodie-  a half volcano as a backdraft? why not? me and chinggay ran into tagaytay and have a zen-like solitude while undergoing soul searching and just be lovers away from everybody even just for a day.and this has been rewarding in a way. if not for the non-existent airconed van and the stressful traffic along da way, this could’ve been a disaster. but nevertheless, we surely enjoyed the experience and the dinner after. wonder where kuya johnny’s at?

3. room raided- at the eve of my birthday, one rainy night while everyody’s preparin to sleep, i’ve been raided and eventually taken to a local hotel to spend the night in there.the flat screen was nice and the pyjamas were huge. the guys epecially the god father arranged the hysteria. he had the sickest idea ever. he want me to stay on the hotel on the first day of the year cause he wants me to keep on checkin in the rest of the year. hell.. are appartelles considered?

2. bbbbora! - what a way to end the summer and to start the love waves. personally this is the  best summer of my beachin’ career. this served as my escape and my starting point at the same time. and will all the travels, sea urchins and bananna boat riding and vestless snorkling, this has been one of the best travelling experiences i had. and i thank chinggay and her mapua buddies for makin this happen. i can still remember the text messgaes which goes a lil sumtyhin like this. “punta kami bora ng friends ko”.. “pano ako?” “eh di sumama ka”
then i started my hundred crunches routine that morning.

1. the turn around- this has been the turning point of my year.a life affirming meeting that made me to what i am now. the event that shocked everybody’s teenage nightmares.and this the year i finally retired the player on me. and oh no, there wont be no comebacks. this time it’s final and executory.  yeah i made ya’ll look with the drop off and the change up. but as wut i’ve said.. ‘08 wouldn’t be nothing with the defining moment of my youth. meeting somebody the unconventional way has never been so exciting. and this is da redefinition of all the love stories ever written. chaotic yet superb in all aspect. mushy heads yet brutal. and if i were just ashton kutcher, she’s my demi moore. ya’ll a witness and we’re a believer and this is rawnology 101.

we’re just few hours away to kiss 2008’s ass goodbye and lemme just remind ya’ll to stay at the top of your game and just be true. for you know good karma’s just gon go crashing down on you. if last year was amazing i know next year the legend in me will continue. i wish ya’ll have a safe and fruitful year everybody. til next year and m’a give ya’ll another dose of my own chill pill.
if chinggay owned 2008, i licked 2008 on its face with my eyes open.

is there really such thing like  last last-minute shoppin? i mean listening to the news everyday and all i hear is “there are tiangge inside the theme park for those who want to have a last-minute shopping”  f it. been hearin those line as early as the second week of december. pls rest that line. can ya’ll reporters think of a better line to keep em from repeatin all those last last minute shoppin’. it’s kinda redundant. havin a last last minute shoppin is like havin a final final fantasy for gamers.
aladin bacolodan fears me!

it’s funny that somebody just popped up on my messenger and start sendin me some straight up tagalog hardcore rap-ish kind of threat like i’m some kind of an important figure that he wanna liquidate. i’m no bush. i’m no jocjoc and for sure i’m no drug dealer. the only time i sell crack is when i play tony montana every night on my ps2.i need my oufit for this. the bulls eye on my back’s gettin bigger.i feel like i’m on a mafia but i want out and they want me dead. drop dead. seriously, i don’t sweat this. i’m already somebody. ya’ll can’t make me more of a somebody if u kill me. to that somebody who want me  deceased, lemme just spit these phrases that’ll thrill you,

you’re nobody til this somebody kills you.

rules as follows stay true to mike fratello
wanna earn my stripes and it’s all blue and yellow
make em ladies cum to me and call me carmelo
but my swag’s all violet like donatello
and when i die, dress me up in a purple turtle neck like marky cielo.

today as we celebrate our seventh month as each other’s porny and poodie, we came across with this photo. this was originally taken last may and it’s just now that we finally had this copy. this has a lotta significance since twas our first gig together as an official couple.who would ever thought that stormful of madness would follow through after we took off.no matter how many pimples, tummy aches and ever changing eye color, we would still get nuts like we always do.
we would still scream like we always do.
and we would still crave for each other like we always do and nobody else can give me what she gave me.i know there’s a ril world out there. but we’re fine, we got our own lil turf right here and don’t even apologize for dyin.
i love you chinggay!
ya still my chill pill.
and au, thanks for the photo.
after seven months.
seven friggin months.

you know what, i have been dreamin wildly lately. some of ‘em are way tooo crazy for me to recall. but last night, eerr this morning i had a really exciting dream. not because of the car chase but the bonnie and clyde twist type of shit that me and chinggay are on.picture this, i had a huge ass bag that looks like that bag harold and kumar dropped on the police station in the first movie but the difference is, it’s packed with bundled money! not green chronics.the funny thing was, we rushed to a local grocery and sweep all those snickers in sight.all of em. there’s even a snicker that looks like m&m. without me realizing that she hates snickers. i even boxed an old lady outta line. was so pissed that she expected me to let her go first so it’s my bum versus her tiny lil legs.and because we were so aware that the goons would crack our asses down. we bolted the joint and jumped on the car with me on the trunk while she were driving,i heard gunshots. so i hurriedly went inside tru the glass window and checked my wallet. i asked chinggay how much i spent for the snickers and she answered, “ABUSO“.
then she handed me the receipt.Fock! 90k php worth of snickers?!! aarrggghh!! how i wish ya’ll can see my facial reaction when i said that. it’ll crack u up.now, i need to find my lil ball and look at it before i sleep. i wanna dream of bein a baller again.

aarrgghh!! thank you jesus! thank you pacman! thank you freddie roach! aka my life coach. thank you oscar! time to hang up the everlast gloves,man!
i told ya’ll! i told ya’ll!! he looks so tentative in there,man. he looks like he was under a spell or sumthin. i really think aling dionisia voodoo’d his ass.can’t wait for your next interview. can’t wait to see you collapse on nat’l television.(again).
and so it was a mismatch. yeah, a great mismatch for rick raymar’s wallet! the big valbowski has to pay 5 people just for bettin on the wrong guy.and i’m one of those five guys.this will make my christmas a lil interesting. and christian, you’re 0 for 2,man. u still haven’t won shit from me yet.luckily for u, it ain’t you’re kinsenas on the line. next up, ricky hatton. better prepare for that classic shit. chinggay, i know u be gettin ya pizza tonight. just enjoy the the stuffin!i be gettin u more the next time i’m in there. i am pinoy for now,man! a pinoy!
and oh by the way, karylle cannot ring no bell no more. he can’t even ding dong  our door bells no more she so annoyin that i wanna punch her mouth.pound for pound,baby!

pacman, i need money,man!  pls win this one for me. drop oscar.i dont care if it’s a feet uppercut or a punch at the back of his knees, just do whatever it takes to make his mouth piece obese!
and i pray to the pony’d jesus on dirk nowitzki jersey to make pacman’s punches much harder. make it feel like a jackhammer to tha abdomen.
a nail to the chalk board.
a stormshit of haymakers.
just gotta get that money right. ei yo, de la hoya chico! you can’t pull the trigger anymore,man.
you can’t even sucker punch fred roach.
just sleep,man. just sleep.
aling dionisia, pakyu ka !

as the ronmar rosin half a century saga will play out in a few weeks, i’ve watched it with full amusement. i take multiple soaps and i practice more diligence. but hell, i’m missing my poodie so much that i wanna spin the globe counter clockwise so that it’ll fast forward to christmas and bringin with it snow flakes. that’d be crazy. well, i occassionally drive the whole world nuts, it’s approprite cause i majored in psychology at ADNU.that’s stability,man.straight up reverence of how thorn is it on my pride. that’ll be teh ghost that’ll never catch me.even m on a long line for a movie ticket.i aint tryin to be cullen but someday, me and chinggay will have a date up there in the trees ala bella and edward. that’ll be exciting and intense. and yes, it’s just the tree swaying. not us.u know.. wind’s pretty heavy up there.
anyway,i am bracin for this december to be a better month for all of us. for everybody.snow or not, i still dig christmas like m a lil kid or sumthin.i always dream of seein that bearded dude in da flesh and handin me that nice, crispy nike kicks.box smells so good that i can eat it. .i am asked to do a wishlist for my birthday but m blank.– til now.i don’t really know what i want. other than new kicks of course. i just can’t talk to myself and ask me wut i want for xmas and my motherfuckin birthday.but i’ll try to scribble one down and have that list.that muthafuckin list and have a parody of myself. a convenient parody.

i just want to put an ice on my december, is it too much to ask? argghh.

yo! hooded snowman,
spread the ice berg,man! if u dont want me to call you panget!