Auti’s Box of Thoughts

B-O-R-E-D-O-M

Top ten things to do when bored to
death:

1.)  Blink  wildly and close your eyes really tight if you fancy for some light show.
2.)  How long can you go? Inhale deeply and make a noise as long as you can.
3.)  Thinking of penguins.  Don’t try too much or too less ’cause too  much  will let you remember things you  don’t want to remember. And to less, will end you up thinking of penguins for an hour.
4.)  Use your hidden mind powers to command people to trip, drop their pen, or die.
5.)  If you feel like itching, don’t  resist…itch it baby. If it doesn’t, what the hell, go ahead and itch.
6.)  Repeat  a word over and over again ’till you lost the meaning of that word. It works…
7.)  Hurt yourself. Yep, that’s right, hurt thyself and thy will find it for your fancy.Getting hurt when bored is really not that bad.
8.) This could be dumb as a ball thrown to a brick wall. Swallow  da tongue.
9.) So say when you’re walking and you got a long walk ahead of you, what to do? Make a revving car noise in your head. For the headlights? Blink your eyes from time to time.
10.) Stare at something for 30 seconds to get the after image of it and close your eyes, you  can see the after image clearly. Kinda like looking at a dot and then looking at a wall to see the image of Jesus.

Look closely what’s written on the board and you’ll be dang sure you don’t wanna tip our scales off…

Okay, okay…

The board says "PEOPLE TO KILL"

Get off the road, Mr. Frodo!!!

You want me to burn your village?

What could life be for a waiter in a canteen or to make it seem a more elegant vocation, a waiter in a 6 star restaurant? Are they used to getting shout at or getting used to getting their wrists burnt for serving a very hot meal. Or do they make screw ups like what we see on Exposed: Chefs Gone Wild. Eeeww! Just a question raised…

The destination is marked on the mountainous parts of Quezon. What should’ve been a 4:30 preparation was then changed to 6:18 when I didn’t heard the alarm buzzed. The night earlier, I promised Pao that we’ll wait for him at about 5:30 so we can go to school together, ‘coz that’s where the meeting place is, that too didn’t happen. I didn’t give a second thought of taking a bath ‘coz damn it’s already about 6:30 and I’m cooking my packed lunch! But hey I’m not that worried. No one’s texting me yet to: "Bilisan mo gago! Iwan ka na ng bus!" or "San ka? Paalis na kami." Well, brotha this dude’s got a rabbit’s foot. We made just in time. The bus was really ready to leave us. A good 40 minute trip to Calambastoppedat a Jollibee branch, where people can have breakfast or buy their lunch their(well, i have my own, fool). 30 min got the people loaded enough to prepare themselves for a good field trip. The real trip to Quezon was about an hour and a half long. During that interval, we crack up some jokes or do what crazy people do on the bus. We were doing this while the tour guides were speaking so you can pretty much say we’re crazy. The bus stopped its tracks on a dusty highway in front of what looks like a school. We commenced another ride this time on a jeepney about three kilometers is the private convent of the Rizalists. The tour guide showed us a map of the whole area. He said that the whole place is a church: so no screwing around. After some hours and minutes we were finally on our way to the mountains. On the way, I forgot to bring some extra undies or extra shorts. My luck struck again when I saw a store selling some decent looking shorts for 45 pesos. Not bad right? But, no undies. After 30 minutes of walking, hopping and grabbing moss-covered rocks, we finally end up in an HQ. We left some stuff there and took off our footwears. Fuck, this is the fun part of the day. We were on our way to a cave where only slim people could go through easily, but not good for stouts. At the first part of the cave I wondered why a tour guide was there. A 15 feet drop of death was just below me…so no arguing the tour guide’s point. My width was no problem, but my height is everytime I would crawl in a narrow space I had to bob my head down and continue just to avoid my nod getting hit by the rock.

I love Bill Watterson’s Calvin and Hobbes. If only I hvae the time to buy books of it, maybe I have all of ‘em. There couldn’t be a kid like Calvin. He is one crazy mofo. For a  kid his age, no one could have an intuition like his. People just like…listen for him a second and let all of that go on the other ear. Maybe that’s why his little fragile mind created Hobbes as a living, breathing tiger friend.

All the bitching stuff he does with Hobbes makes me wonder if he really does realize that Hobbes is just a damn stuffed tiger. Well, kids couldn’t care less about what other people might think of them. Especially for a naughty guy like Calvin, he doesn’t care of anything, but to go home from a very long day from school and be a jackass with his best friend.

Hehe..heck he even would let Hobbes make his homework on math. But, what makes me admire Calvin more is his warm and unconditional care to a friend. Well, they have fights over things that aren’t worth bitchin’ about. The only problem about loving Calvin and Hobbes is I can’t apply it to the real world. I’m not saying there isn’t so much about Bill Watterson’s ideas…it’s just that it shows a kid’s problem only it is presented in a different wrapping. But that won’t stop me from reading this shit.

Fuck I forgot to post about this shit!

The other day (wednesday) we were out to buy some booze when suddenly *bang bang* some motherfucker opened fire in front of Caltext in Santa Rosa at a guy God knows who. The weirdest thing is there were lots of onlooker peeps nearby (maybe there were some who were just a meter away from the shooting jackass).

Well if you see things in the birght side, we were very lucky to be alive (sorry kung mababaw pananaw ko ha?). me and the guys celebrated that we’re alive. phew!

My two favorite directors: on the left is the ever creative Robert Rodriguez and the flamboyant Quentin Tarantino seen on the right.

You should really watch Once Upon a Time in Mexico. It’s one helluva movie. This shit is directed by one of the most brilliant and artistic directors ever: Mr. Robert Rpdroguez. Rodriguez is Quentin Tarantino’s best friend. These two movie-genius-sons-of-bitches can’t take the movie industry at a better state any further. By the way, I haven’t seen Sin City yet. Just wondering if it’s any good. If you’re one of them couch potato movie warriors, compare the style of Quentin and Robert’s, you could just see a little difference.

This is the last part of my blog. Expect my next one soon.