pulp sammer slum

scored free tickets. got lost on the way to amoranto stadium. asked for directions and got seven different answers. laughed blatantly at a policeman's stupid answer to said directional query. gave up my techpen at the entrance. was covered in dust. claimed freebies. made some new friends. dodged flying bottles of pepsi energy cola. concluded that the afternoon was kitchie nadal's run. was invited to join a pyramid scam [but of course he called it "scheme"]. played 20 questions. prayed that sugarfree would play telepono. heard telepono. left when shotgun-toting security started making rounds [in anticipation of cheese's set].

ayoko ng torpe pero gusto kita

i'd sure like to have someone sing me that.

sige ingat.ü 
posted by stani at 1:09 AM