Yeah, I’ve seen that blog. Those photos were not intended to look that majestic. I’m aboard a moving a car. That’s why. Anyhoo, feast!! :D
Because sleepy Gabby is sleepy
Because not so sleepy Gabby is pretending to be sleepy - especially at the MRT. I can’t help but feign asleep rather than stare at stranger’s crotch or peek through other passenger’s cellphone screen saying, “Ligo ka na, pauwi na me”. Pretending to be asleep can also be a great way to evade the elderly standing butt to butt with other strangers - let my soul burn down in hell for being such a rudie.
However, knowing how rampant pick-pocketing in the metro is, Sleepy Gabby is Sleepy technique might backfire on me anytime soon. And if that’s the case, then I must say that I’m learning things the hard way.
Waiting for my rocket to come.
Practicing the art of indiferrence…
As if I’m unaware.
As if this is candid.
As if I’m photogenic.
I should give this one a shot next time. haha-high…
(Source: did-you-kno)
Why so serious?
Forgive me Cesar Milan. Let’s give the floor to this cutie kitty here. I mean the seriously mad kitty up there. He might have something to say like…MEEEEOOOOWWWW…
It’s raining cats and dogs and I loved the way street lights outside behaved from here. The same way that I loved sleeping at the MRT, free from pick-pocket’s fiery eyes.
I just want to eat really disgusting (for your health) food.
I want them on my hips I don’t care.
Also I want them for free
"I’ll peel off the clothes
and decorate the floorboards
with all that you wore."
So This Happened of the Day: Narcissist chef Anthony Bourdain swung by the Great GoogaMooga Festival in Brooklyn over the weekend for a little Q&A — at which a little girl asked Bourdain how he’d cook a unicorn:
He would roast the loin, grill the legs, braise the forequarter and use the horn to pick your teeth with after the meal. For the record, unicorn marrow is delicious, he says.
Well, she asked. Not sure which is more creepy, though: Bourdain’s answer or a little girl who wants to cook a unicorn.
Waiting for boyfie while salivating on this half finished piece of heaven.
Just watched Gulliver’s Travels and it’s fun. You won’t learn anything, even cry, or bother about the plot which is obviously about Jack Black’s larger than life personality. Cute dumb romantic comedy.
But, Ship Happens. Really.
While my guitar gently weeps.
Mukhang masarap na oranges. Mukha lang..
