Fueled by Kamote
Posted by Kamote Empire at 12/24/2009 08:27:00 PM 0 comments
I am not Autistic, I am not with a Pattern, I am not Autistic
After getting our salary Joff was excited to say "Lets look at the phone I was meaning to buy, I saw its price dropped yesterday" when we arrived at the store it was closed permanently, another case of constructive procrastination
Posted by Kamote Empire at 12/21/2009 10:34:00 PM 0 comments
Watch Out kamote on the Loose
"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step... on the CLUTCH". I started that journey last November 30, 2009 when I bought my car. I had always been a fan of public transportation and after a few weeks of pissing off almost every traffic enforcer my car encounters because I always end up with a dead engine in the middle of a traffic which causes more traffic I decided to become a nascar race driver because I have the need for speed and I know I am not meant to slow down, watch out a Kamote is on the loose.
Practicing a YOU Turn, that's right a YOU turn, because when you encounter me in the road your the one who needs to turn, not me.
Steering Wheel ahnd position is 10 - 2, that is what I'm doing but my left is at 2 and my right is at 10.
My DI (Dance Instructor, Driving Instructor) needs to take a leak, its part of the lecture on driving, knowing where and when to leak.
Papang follows me as I scare the hell out of innocent bystanders with my mad skill driving.
Papang checking out a new car for me. I don't like a car with bullet holes.
That beauty is my weapon of mass destruction and that would mean a hundred things but most notably it will cause global warming through every type of pollution including light pollution.
My first and longest traffic jam. I took mom and my sister out for a dinner in Chowking, a truck fell on its side on the road and we were stuck for more than an hour in a hill traffic. I still don't know how to use the hand break.
Posted by Kamote Empire at 12/21/2009 09:49:00 PM 0 comments
A Mixture of Jazz and Funk... JUNK
Filipinos tend to be sentimental about things they have. No matter how virtually useless something is they will keep it even if it means having three large rooms filled with junk. It was not hard getting lost in any of the rooms we filled with unused stuff for the past decade or so.
There is no spring cleaning in the Philippines, go figure.
I'm so glad we finished room number 1, 2 more to go. you' be surprise that we took out:
17 championship trophies
210 kilos of plastic
30 kilos of bottle caps
173 empty bottles
115 kilos of paper
6 kilos of copper
12 GI sheets
2 engines
1 motor
3 refrigerators
1 freezer
2 washing machines
1 dryer
*****
1 treasure chest
2 bodies
3 sharks
4 French hens
5 ladies dancing
...
Junk Yard loved our junk
Posted by Kamote Empire at 12/09/2009 06:01:00 PM 0 comments
A brief Eternity for a Procrastinator
(This post has been a draft for three months along with other drafts)
Prologue:
Procrastination is time's thief.
Time is a procrastinator's blade.
Procrastination makes us effective human beings.
If we procrastinate a little thing everyday, imagine the amount of work we can accomplish. Think about it, procrastination is NOT doing absolutely nothing, it IS doing everything. Procrastination requires a tremendous amount of self-discipline and patience.
Procrastinators can do in a few minutes what others would take a lifetime to achieve.
A brief Eternity for a Procrastinator
When Mooch left two and a half months ago for her preparation of world domination as a goddess, my luck somehow went with her. My life went from an almost alive frog after escaping being part of the road kill statistics to an official statistics.
I missed her.
I needed her.
It seemed life eternity, I wanted to tell her everything when we meet next. Every emotion, every change, every breathe.
I would practice my lines everyday. As poetic as I could, as epic as I could. The longing grew deeper, sometimes it would hurt. But I knew the longer the days would pass the nearer I could see her.
I procrastinated till the day I saw her, procrastinated words that could fill a book.
The day came, she arrived... I was there... wordless, silent, stunned. I couldn't say a single worthwhile sound. She asked me why I was oddly quiet.
I didn't answer.
Not sure that I've got enough letters to express what I'm trying to say to you
I'm holding out for the triple word score (Scrabble is the sport for procrastinators, oops its not a sport like chess)
But I'm sure that nothing could be better than me and you
Posted by Kamote Empire at 12/05/2009 08:09:00 PM 2 comments