THE TEIG

filipinos can werq four inches of nothing. Worst, they can get away with calling it sex.

Fri, 25 Sep 2009 20:16:23 -0400

filipinos can werq four inches of nothing. Worst, they can get away with calling it sex.

MISS ME??LOL http://www.thestylistablog.com

Fri, 04 Sep 2009 06:05:54 -0400

MISS ME??LOL http://www.thestylistablog.com

The Best Philippine President, Ever.

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 06:57:34 -0400

That Satur Ocampo is an asshole.

I see he likes to turn a blind eye on progress. Really, communists are sick in the head. I can’t speak for Marx though; it’s a pity to see his life’s work misinterpreted by silly little people the way it has.

tsk.
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The pangulo was very vocal in her speech to da’ natiooooon this afternoon.

Ms. Speech-Writer did her Excellency very well. That smile on her face was priceless. Hey, her anger may have been the subtext, but politicians make careers out of pretense.

The Mole was a very happy camper by the end of the speech. An applauding congress, ten standing ovations, the sound of progress and will someone refer her to an orthodontist at St. Luke’s?

POETRY: A Stringent Love Affair

Sun, 26 Jul 2009 00:31:52 -0400

I got your number
out of fear
of rejection

I was kinda shy at first,
pretty shy, if you must

But you—
touched me and told me
it was fine to be myself; so I was relieved

You rang me up
a bootie-call at
1 A.M the other day

You took me by the hand
by the cup, by the prayer
by the cigarette stand

You took everything away
everything but yourself; your fingers still linger
you were the best thing

My dearest love affair
how’ve you been
where’ve you gone
what you done
will you listen?

I saw you at midtown
having coffee
with your buds
the other day

I did say hi to you.

—T.A.P.V July 26, 2009

Indi-fucking-vidualism

Sat, 25 Jul 2009 03:10:05 -0400

I know myself more than I do my friends.

While It’s a “thing” to be in a relationship with a penis, it’s another “thing”

to be in a relationship with yourself.

See, it’s not all about friendship… not all about best friends and who-keeps-the-longest. It’s more about self-love and being selfish, it’s more about trusting your own instincts, in believing in your own person, in trusting yourself—

—because in the end, there’ll be no man/woman/wife/husband/son/daughter to love you the way you do your “Self”. Stop trying to be in fashion…stop keeping-up-with-the-times…live your life the way you want to—ignore the elephant in the living room and just keep on going.

If you love you enough, you’d have read past the complexity of this entry. It’s a ballet of words and I love it.

P.S the dreaded 21 mark is nearing. And I’m having a ball.

Itchy Vagina

Fri, 24 Jul 2009 10:58:29 -0400

I was at the Funeraria Paz from noon till late afternoon today interviewing dead folk for an investigative research paper I’m entitling “Blowjobs in the afterlife: A study on the sex lives of sinful souls”

I’m joking.

But yes, I did spend most of the day in a funeral parlor in Manila, writing bad verse for my empty journal. In between writing and fooling around with the cemetery-bitch, I played cry-wolf with a terrified three-year old. halavet.
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Penis Envy

Hey ho, hey yo
come to cum a party
come to cum a soul

I’m morbid like I’m hot
chinky, chinky, gook, gook

You think you’ll live forever
—you’re a second class act

You smell like Jo’ Malone
your wife IS Jo’Malone

You were swell in your twenties
You were whoring in you eighties

—But I loved you really muchly
hope you’ll love me till we part.

THE FILIPINO SHAME GAME! SHOW OF HANDS PLEASE!

Tue, 21 Jul 2009 03:10:24 -0400

THE FILIPINO SHAME GAME!
SHOW OF HANDS PLEASE!

DO ME ASSHOLE! DO ME HARD!

Mon, 20 Jul 2009 09:27:43 -0400

DO ME ASSHOLE! DO ME HARD!

This lame excuse for a train was built twenty-five years ago....

Sun, 19 Jul 2009 10:03:05 -0400

This lame excuse for a train was built twenty-five years ago. Why do I have to put up with this everyday? It’s smelly people agogo

I want to get out.

Sun, 19 Jul 2009 09:47:09 -0400

I want to get out.

It’s this fleeting feeling of handsomeness. This carnal...

Sun, 19 Jul 2009 09:45:41 -0400

It’s this fleeting feeling of handsomeness. This carnal disease of the face.

I tend to cram school work on Sundays; shouldn’t I be...

Sun, 19 Jul 2009 09:42:19 -0400

I tend to cram school work on Sundays; shouldn’t I be resting on Sundays?

I like silk. Silk from China that is. Oh, ignore the fat slob...

Sun, 19 Jul 2009 09:39:16 -0400

I like silk. Silk from China that is.

Oh, ignore the fat slob in the picture. He’s bored.

Where and Where?

Sun, 19 Jul 2009 09:21:34 -0400

What is PostSecret?

An anon supersite created by Frank Warren in 2005.

Humanoids, you’ll have to snail mail a postcard with a viral written (or superimposed) on the front. the best ‘PostSecret’ will be featured on the site’s blog on Sundays, while the rest are afforded column inches in mass-print volumes every year.

Where and where can I get my fourth personality a copy of The Air I Breathe?

I heard its so bad, it’s good. Will someone email me the name of an independent film distributor in the metro that doesn’t sell out as quickly as Chowking?

If you could attach a list of landmarks, God will bless you.

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I am trading my seven-month old Walkman W960 for a Nokia e63 on Friday. The Qwerty keypad, the “Twitter’ functions—the devil’s advocate in a boring class. It’s the deux machina to boring people; boring people living boring lives.

Like yourselves.

If the city were only as peaceful as this.

Sat, 18 Jul 2009 11:38:22 -0400

If the city were only as peaceful as this.

why do writers have to be the saddest people alive?

Sat, 18 Jul 2009 11:28:22 -0400

why do writers have to be the saddest people alive?

Character Flaws

Sat, 18 Jul 2009 03:58:18 -0400

Professor Z’s unspectacular return to academe was emaciated by a pop quiz and a surprise midterm exam. We were told of the pop shiz a week prior to, but we were never told of a midterm exam.

I cannot live like this. THIS is terrible.

I want to make a list of all the movies I’ve seen since 2006. All but the bad ones. Borat not included.

I’ve to pick two for an article I’m submitting to The Philippine Star next week—think, an in depth critical examination of the human condition, in the context of 21st century film and cinematography. It’s not as difficult as it looks.

All I have to do is describe the movie in context. Point out character flaws and pretend I’;m writing a graduate thesis on Mnemonics. It’s that easy.

I am resigned in reviewing 2009’s The International v. 2007’s (and my all time favorite movie) Babel. OKAY, I’m thinking of adding a tres for the road. My cousin is threatening to boycott my column if I don’t include Juno.

Whatevs.

I never liked Harry Potter. I never have, and I never will.

Sat, 18 Jul 2009 00:44:47 -0400

I never liked Harry Potter. I never have, and I never will.

I want to have the guts to pull an outfit like this to school.

Sat, 18 Jul 2009 00:36:29 -0400

I want to have the guts to pull an outfit like this to school.

Gia Carangi circa 1978

Fri, 17 Jul 2009 13:13:33 -0400

Gia Carangi circa 1978