So I was tasked to go over the 1987 PDI Editorials and have to choose the best ones from that particular year. This kind of duty, I can say, requires a lot of time simply because first, you have to read each and everyday’s editorial clip (and that makes a 365 in count) but the fun part is that, second, you get to travel back in time… say “The Bloody Cory Era” with all the coups, coup attempts, bloodletting, witch-hunting, vigilantism, democracy (?) and a lot of brouhahas during her administration. I can imagine the Philippines in yellow and red at that time, and yes, it was Crazy (ryhmes with Cory, eh?) in action!
Of course I wasn’t just turning back and again like an avid ape to those Op-Eds just to know that I easily get bored and am not that of a serious-type Pokemon. Perchance I was given some spare time to go through the 1987 humor as well *lulz* just to prove that everybody needs a little something to snigger about at the end of each friggen and bloody (I’m fond of the word bloody, eh?) day. Feels like I’m subscribed to get a daily dose of Garfield (Jim Davis), A. Lipin (Jess Abrera), Boyong (Shiz! I forgot) and Simo (Edgar Dionela). Coolies!
Here’s one from Garfield that tickled my fancy. And, hallelujah! It’s about Life:
(from the 04 October 1987 strip)
Garfield: Tummies, they’re never satisfied.
For me, life is like a potato chip… I can’t have just one.
Life is like mashed potatoes… you gotta take the lumps with the good.
Life is like a cherry phosphate.. by the time you get to the good stuff, the fizz is gone (and I said Hellyeaaaah!).
Life is like a turkey… any way you slice it, it’s still a turkey.
Life is like a fine cheese… it becomes more precious with age.
Life is like a rabbit… if it doesn’t keep hopping, it doesn’t get anywhere.
Jon: Looking for the ultimate meaning of “Life”, Garfield?
Garfield: It’s on this table somewhere.
'nuff said… Methinks I need to go back to sleep. ;)
I just have to thank Sir Tayao, reaaaaally, for teaching me a lot about wide political reading. asdfgh.
I killed the time. Yes, with these stuff i wrote somewhere earlier.
So I arrived excitedly early here in Makati. The zomboss asked me to meet him at around 2p.m. and time check, it’s just 11:30a.m.! I know exactly what to do in this kind of a sitch: to find the nearest Starbucks or McDo within the spot. Joyfully, I found McDo just around the corner and decided to stay there no matter how long and had one sinful lunch again. Yes, I drank soda. Yes, I ate large fries. Yes, I also had cheeseburger. And yes, never mind. *forgiveness, hello?* Anyways, I find this better than spoiling mehself there at Inquirer’s lobby and have a mental telepathy with the people passing by and especially with Manong Guard, yes?
Reading How to be Single again! LULZ. I can “somehow” relate on this, that is why. I just read the part “… if (insert desired name here) is not the one, that was no one’s fault, it was just life.”
Btw, I’m writing these stuff on a piece of tissue.
Time check: 13:08— I swear, I’m not bored and I won’t be. (sheez!) ‘cos the city is so alive for me. LULZ.
P.S. I smell beach-y! Put sunblock all over ze bodeh esp. the face and ze arms then I crossed my fingers.
Oh Lord, please gimme hearty stuff today. Please? please? The bright sun warms everything up, I count that as one. More??
I can see everything is lovely today esp. when I got my friends’ msgs wishing me good jujus:
Daemon: You can do it!
Sid: Prep up. Make it good sweetheart.
Che: Goodluck ‘nay!
Mom: I’ll be praying.
Dad: Okay, Nik. Praying.
and the Nike shirt that just passed by me: JUST DO IT.
Dear Ronald McDonald, I think I’m ready to leave you for now. I’ll be facing one big bang in a bit and I hope you wish me good jujus too. I know you love me. Btw, thanks for making me fat. I don’t like it but I still love you. See you tomorrow? :p Kthx!