Monday, February 12, 2007
5:03 AM

THE RED LIGHT CALLED L-O-V-E
People on the street walkin'..
Damn!!
There's lotsa them!!
>I STOPPED< >BREATHE IN.OUT<
After my daily work out in a nearby gym, i took a jeepney home. It's been a hard program knowing it's my first time to do that never ending arm stretch and those metals became my burden. My legs and arms are killin' me, walkin' twice in that 5th floor room made it worst. Waiting for that f*ckin ride seemed inevitable.
Finally! I am comfortably seated in an eight-seater jeepney. Oh my. Just then i noticed that my driver was that stupid man again. Oh my. It took quarter of an hour for that f*ckin' jeepney to start.
And of course, after several “shouting” of my belly, the jeepney flew.
We stopped in an intersection.
The three-eyed bastard said it was time to stop.
>WE STOPPED.<
But when that freakin' light signaled that we should go, I noticed that that's just the time that some funny creatures went aboard the vehicles.
Oh my.
A thought came into my mind.
Why is it in loving, when we are trying to move on and go ahead with life, some freakin' bastards will just come in, flying, with a f*ckin grin on their faces. >SIGH.<
AAI in figure 1 (SUB-PRE) commits the Fallacy of Existential Import.
>END OF LINE.<