DIE DIE DIE

RIGHT NOW, I'm reading Brian Gorrell's sweet, kickass blog. (assfucks, don't overlay ads on blogs you dipshit.) While he's typing around about the 24 criminal$ of $ociety (but the shit's on DJ Montano, hiding in his hole in Hong Kong), I'm still demanding the $ from Angelica Alrva. You know, the one who had her apartment on fire in Mandaluyong couple of Wednesdays/Thursdays ago. tell you what. i'm putting off this' lil shit too much.

Why am I saying this in relation to what Brian is blogging about? For starters...

I was in a room (in my "second house", actually a funeralia in San Pablo City) when I see my aunt cry about her various problems in life. By the way, that happened 3 summers ago (April-May 2005). Now, she's telling me, among other things, a previous occupation: Hograiser (or some person who works in a pig farm). The so called "farm" is now part of a subdivision in my hometown (obvio$ly San Pablo City).

Offtopic: Brian's gay. Nad HIV positive. I have some qualms about gays, but still he's good. I don't want cock, I want some pussy, like the 2 Live Crew!

Back to topic: My aunt was the one who supplies the pigs, to be slaughtered, then sold to Beth, the mother of Angelica. In exchange for the pigs, Beth has to hand over a portion of the profits to my aunt. The sad news is that beth probably had some kind of amnesia back then. And her daughter wasted her 13 years of existence being a dipshit bimbo in the Philippine entetainment industry.

Of course, the grass may not be greener here but the air is a lil' bit fresh & breezy, thanks to your neighborhood lake, named after the vernacular word for tamarind. Reason: Either that place was once a tamarind plantation, swallowed up by the lake, according to a local legend. Or probably some geological involvement (since time existed/was invented, possibly).

Now, my aunt (her name is Divinia Lopez, currently separated) wants that stolen money back. I'd like to do a Brian Gorrell right here, but Angelica's a has-been. No offense, but I am fighting my own battles. I just have to AMPLIFY a previously unheard voice. My aunt knows how to use the internet, but doesn't know how to blog. Unknown to her, I'm stepping it up to the streets of the Metro (no, make it Mega) Manila area, or maybe the Philipines, the demand to pay up before shit happens (read a good portion of "Exodus" and you know what I mean) yet again. I have my debts, and I'm willing to pay them, pink or purple peso bill by pink or purple peso bill (I'm kinda thrifty)

I am politely asking for the payment of debt worth thirty thousand Philipine Pesos, plus interest, if needed. We're serious here. We all know that your house is smoked, but you need to pay up or shit happens yet again to your family.

I don't have time for shitty deadlines. My aunt contacted Christy Fermin a couple of years ago. Don't make me sumbong to Ricky Lo.

And a note to Brian: keep fighting. You and I know that we can reach the end of our respective rainbows (you get your US$ 70,000, whike my aunt [via me] will get an equivalent of US$ 743.50)

Update (as of Monday): Since Brian's blog could be shut down, I am now allowing him to post on my blog. Why the color change? Out of sympathy for a fellow blogger, fwho is fighting for the return of his life savings (stolen by DJ Montano a. k. a. cokesnorting racoon)ighting for the truth and to expose one of the biggest loads of shit in Philippine History. And by the way, Angelica must pay up before shit happenss, yet again. And I don't use her fucking showbitch name to bring the point home!