DEATH STAR CANTEEN

Darth Vader: I will have the penne al arrabiata
Canteen Staff: You need a tray...
Darth Vader: Do you know who I am?
Canteen Staff: Do you know who I am?
Darth Vader: This is not a game of "Who the fuck are you?" for I am Vader, Darth Vader, Lord Vader. I can kill you with a single thought.
Canteen Staff: Well, you still need a tray...
Darth Vader: No I wouldn't need a tray, I don't need a tray to kill you. I can kill without a tray with the power of the force which is strong within me though I could kill you with a tray If I so wish. For I can hack at your neck with a thin bid until the blood flow on the canteen floor.
Canteen Staff: No, the food is hot. You need a tray to put the food on...
Darth Vader: Oh I see the food is hot I'm sorry, I did not realize. Oh yes, haha... I thought you're challenging me to the fight to the death?
Canteen Staff: Fight to the death? This is canteen, I work here.
Darth Vader: Yes, but I am Vader... Lord Vader? Everyone challenges me to the death... Lord Vader, Darth Vader?... Sir Lord Vader?...Lord...Sir...Darth?... The Death Star, I run the death Star?
Canteen Staff: What's the Death Star?
Darth Vader: This is the Death Star, you're in the Death Star... I run this Star...
Canteen Staff: This is a Star?
Darth Vader: This is a fucking star... I run it. I'm your boss!
Canteen Staff: Oh you're Mr. Stevens?
Darth Vader: No... I'm... who's Mr. Stevens?
Canteen Staff: He's head of the Catering...
Darth Vader: I'm not the head of the catering... I am Vader, I can kill catering with a thought...
Canteen Staff: What?
Darth Vader: I can kill you with a thought... I can kill you all with a thought... I can kill me with a thought...Fuck! I get a tray...fuck it!...This one's wet...this one's wet...this one's wet...this one's wet...this one's wet...this one's wet...this one's wet...this one's wet...Did you dry this in a runforest, why?... With the power of the Death Star did we not have a tray which is fucking dry?... No...No..No... I was here first!
1st Customer: You have to form a line if you want food... Well can I have a penne al arrabiata...that will be nice...
Darth Vader: No...Do you know who I am?
2nd Customer: That's Jeff Vader that is?
Darth Vader: No...No...No...I'm not Jet Vader, Im Darth Vader...
1st Customer: What?....Jet Vader, runs the Death Star?
Darth Vader: No...Jeff...I'm Darth Vader, I run the Death Star!
3rd Customer: You're Jeff Vader?
Darth Vader: No...No...No...I'm not Jet Vader, Im Darth Vader...
3rd Customer: Are you his brother, can you get his autograph?
Darth Vader: No I can't get...Jeff...I'm Darth...Alright I'm Jeff Vader... I'm Jeff Vader.
2nd Customer: Can I have your autograph?
Darth Vader: No! Fuck off! Or I will kill you with a tray!... Give me penne al arrabiata or you shall die...and you...and you...and you and everyone else in this canteen. Death by Tray it shall be!
Canteen Staff: Wooooh! Do you want peas with that?
Darth Vader: Peas...it don't have peas! You can't put peas...it's red it doesn't work on penne...you can't unless you push it that will be weird...oh alright put some peas!!

I wish I knew how to QUIT you....YOSI!

The taming time again are here and decided to quit(again)smoking and you know it's hell. Yesterday I tried to have a four sticks of cigs...from morning till out from the office but NO NO...when I came home...ayun nag iinuman mismo sa bahay....lintek! nasira promise ko sa sarili ko....grrrrrr....PUFF PUFF PUFF!

I don't know how to deal with someone who got some issue. I've been there to understand every single strand of his personality and it's too damn exhausting.

Big Mistake

One thing for sure...I made the biggest mistake...I didn't pop the question. Now I regret it for the rest of my life. Cowardly unspoken, guilt...everything... I don't know if it's the right thing to do or in another way around but perhaps it's the best and cause I can't turn back the time... Goodbye is the only word that will sound.

Holy Week

Holy Week or Greater Week, the last week of Easter, Hebdomada Sancta or just plain old words Semana Santa at Mahal na Araw. The days which we depicted as HOLY or bukod sa pasko meron pang tumitino sa araw ng Marso o Abril. It is a tradition among Christianity where we used to lament at Christ crucification. Some sorrow, some are feast. Some used to have their Panata and some are not. I used to have this so-called Panata of mine few years ago, Opo meron at ako po e bumabasa ng pasyon and I have few ten tunes noh! I'm going to start at 10pm and magpapahinga kami by 4am, then kapag friday na balik kami ng 10am until matapos na sya ng 3pm at tsaka kami manonood ng Horror Films na inarkila bago mag mahal na raw hahaha. But after that year I decided to switch and give a little kick, pahirapan daw ba lalo ang sarili. I'm talking about the famous Grotto Walk. I did only one time and that's the last of it. AYOKO NA! I got cramps everywhere, calluses, backpain, bruises and fever after that. Ikaw ba naman maglakad ng nuknukan ng layo na yung Islander ko naging spartan na sa nipis.
This Lenten season, I watched the penitensya (you know,palo-palo sa likod) and unique part was from Tanza (Navotas) some men used to crawl from the street, matching cloth on their face. I freaked out when I first saw that seven years ago e yun pala tradisyon nila yun at akala ko may ginugulping tambay. Gumagapang sila from post to post, libutin ang buong subdivision (and hell ang laki nun ha) and while they pause e hinahampas sila ng ewan ko kung anu tawag dun and you'll start to see them from Monday-Thaursday upto Holy Thursday. Good Friday will be the blast, Ayun may prosisyon ng nagpipinitensya...Ang lansa coz you smell the blood gushing out from their skin at kapag minalas kapa, matatalsikan ka pa ng dugo. I remember when I was a kid, kapag tumungtong na Huwebes Santo wala ng palabas at the afternoon maliban sa Seven Last Words at channel 9 and some few old movies where I watched The San Lorenzo Ruiz Story, Moises (Burt Lancaster) at ang walang kamatayan naThe Redeemer (remember that movie? Yung Christ na hindi nagpapakita ng face). Lubusin mo na kapag thursday dahil magbabalik program lang kapag Easter Sunday na. And when that sunday came, ayun hanapan na ng itlog na halos masira na yung tanim na halaman at bulaklak ng kapitbahay namin na halos habulin kami ng pamalo...hahaha

I respect Men... coz where THINKERS!

Women are full of... brains. And yeah, we speak while our minds starts to assemble another schema that can make your nose bleed.

Always on a thought, can't stop thingkin'. Women are like that. Think—think—think! Can't stop thinking and damn we can't remember the time there’s a silence phase in our head. No more room for happy thoughts—it doesn’t happen and sometimes we can’t sleep, you know why? Because they won’t shut the hell up!

I’ll set an example. You’re lying in the bed and your mind is racing about nothing like;

‘I need to talk to her tomorrow coz I don’t like her speaking to me that way and I have this uncomfortable feeling…wait, did I lock the door? Did I bring my shoes in? Where’s my highschool yearbook? Hmmm what will do to lunch tomorrow?—I don’t know. Why do I think about lunch if I’ll took a good breakfast and that waffles at wafflehouse are good…that’s what I should do start a good breakfast…maybe it should be heavy and I will start one of those high carbs or with fibre coz I have to gain weight…some heavy syrup maybe…seems will work…is that healthy? Is that ok?...Who’s my third grade teacher…sino ba yung hayup nay un…pinatayo ako sa likod nun e…what was that name?…Ms. Sore…Ms. Tabukol…Mrs. Caldero…ay hinde grade one pala yun…Woohhh it’s late I need to go asleep! What the hell am I doing up?—I don’t know…LET ME THINK ABOUT IT.

That’s what us women is all about. I wish could think like men cause man they don’t think as half as much as we do. They don’t spend a lot of time thinking. They think about it, thought about and moving on. That’s it, that’s why they enjoy a lot of things. They enjoy a lot but not to think about it like ‘let’s do some booze—let’s see girls—they don’t mind—have a happy time’. For women, we think all the time, talk all the time. It’s so hard to articulate what we want, what we need, what we feel, torturing ourselves while avoiding the verbal word DIRECT. And if that happens, we run across for them to call us being the bitch. And we can’t handle that. We can’t handle being the stupid, the low thinker. That’s why women developed some kind of a strategy. Instead of being a moron, coming out and telling the guy something or asking the guy something, us—women turned out to be tricky. Do you guys wonder why women always looking at you like he’s going to eat you... alive... literally? Staring at the things you do, the things you said, always correcting you in every way, laying some sort of propaganda? Here’s a hint; Women are counting down the things you should or shouldn’t do, drafting the days how you will survive. A TEST, so to speak. Law Bar Exam ain’t nothing on us and men doesn’t realize that we failed them the test and nothing—Zippo! Have no idea that they taken it. Hell and misery and men were not aware the ordeal is in progress.

Here’s an example; when a guy usually goes home first and there’s a dirty dishes in the sink, they don’t even bother washing it. Instead they put their ass to the sofa and watch the late night TV. A minute or an hour later, she comes home and sees the dishes as if there’s a boat without a navigator. She will be pissed, and you knew damn well she will be, but you don’t even care to bother. She will look at you, smiling blandly, asking you your day, what did you eat, etc. while forcing herself not to be furious. She ain’t gonna say anything about what she discovered at the kitchen (trust me, ginawa ko na yan). And while you, getting comfy with beer and a remote on your hand, have no idea she’s downloading the things she sees, creating a folder with a little icon ‘asshole’ with your face on it that says DISHES and save to her brain. Three more days, dishes still there, but no words still. Then came fourth, fifth until the sixth and, you, the bastard, still withstand superiority. Until she finally decides to and double click that folder, saying ‘What is this guy telling me? Is he imploring that I’m the dishwasher around here? I’m put on this earth to wash the god damn dishes ‘coz I’m working too and hell will never do that!’... I will see how long this dishes pile up till he washed it.

Another week gone by and she’s pissed off finally, realizing that there isn’t any clean glass but toothpicks. She will not going to kill you by poisoning you—oh no, no. But you just let her open the gates of hell for you. And for women it doesn’t end there. Because women something pissed about in the kitchen, will end up in the bedroom while you guys have no hint about it. What was happened in that few weeks, shall snaps to your face. What guys capable of? You’re not getting laid for a few weeks just to let you know you fucked it up.