If you sat next to the driver of the FX on the way to work or school, you were in the worst possible seat in the house.
I don’t know why anyone would consciously want to be sat there. Read the rest of this entry »
Where are these people? Are they still doing brisk business? I miss them.
Maybe you don’t, because you’ve been a victim. You had no idea how they did it. You just fell for it. That is why you have to hand it to them: they were able to come up with the most psychologically advanced con there is known to man.
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The unwritten rule is: The dirtier, the better.
Which is the way it is for all street food, but with fish balls—and squid balls, chicken balls, and kikiam—it’s crucial. Read the rest of this entry »
“Paharang-harang e. Paharang-harang sa daan.”These were the words of the man who made it in the news two Sundays ago when, irked by the standstill on his way to Crame, decided to counterflow Edsa—literally driving on the wrong side of the road—plowing 22 cars along the way, stopping only when he couldn’t squeeze through the gridlock at the Edsa-Ortigas flyover, where the MMDA and police finally caught up with him, yanking him out of his vehicle and mauling him to the ground. Read the rest of this entry »
I was traveling Edsa Northbound on my way to the FHM nuthouse, again finding myself amused at the downward stretch from Rockwell that afforded a great view of the Guadalupe sprawl, making mental notes of the innumerable billboards that parade on both sides (I wager this particular stretch of Edsa is prime ad space).
Past the MMDA headquarters, I found myself looking at Rey Langit’s campaign billboard, taking particular attention at what seemed like a stencil of clouds behind him. Then, quite absent-mindedly, I turned to my left, staring at the MRT when, suddenly, this figure pops out from the railway wall.
Who the fuck was that?! Read the rest of this entry »
