better friday

i learned one thing yesterday which i should have learned a week ago when my discomfort began: a couple of shots of chivas can dramatically reduce that pesteng ahem. even better than dry-cough-robittusin.

the mafia was here last night. a sort of 'visitation of the sick' as bert uttered upon seeing me lying on the couch watching xXx dvd when she came inside the house.. so they cooked and ate some instant PC (pancit canton), gobbled down a liter and a half of coke (which is by the way, now cheaper than gasoline), and talked gibberish (well, not entirely) until memelito becomes bored (it's nature's perfect indication that it is time to call it a night). i actually missed those scums. tomorrow they'll be having a 'dental party' (go figure). looks like i'm gonna miss it though.

so manny pacquiao lost. to a much better fighter definitely. but i really believe things could have been different if he wore his favorite Cleto Reyes punching gloves, instead of the 'pillowish' Winning brand. it's unbelievable that those punches he threw lacked power. well, i guess he just have to punch harder next time. that is life.

it's good friday and i missed watching the night procession with a couple of my buddies. i think this is the first time i missed it after.. 16 years? i'm not sure, but it's close. naputol ang aming panata taun-taon na manood ng mga chiks, este, santo. hehe.

unquotable quote:

'damn it, it's short!'
~owen sayaman, good friday, 1996(?) upon seeing that statue of christ carrying an unproportionally-sized cross