Saturday, August 27, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Beware! Criminal
The Deadbeat Club has a lurker.
The son of a gun only visits one particular post.
Quite interesting, isn't it?
If you are who I think you are, I want to tell you something.
I miss smashing your face.
Leave me a message. Let's meet up. Soon.
Post script: Pssst. I know where you live.
The son of a gun only visits one particular post.
Quite interesting, isn't it?
If you are who I think you are, I want to tell you something.
I miss smashing your face.
Leave me a message. Let's meet up. Soon.
Post script: Pssst. I know where you live.
Labels:
junjun
Monday, August 22, 2011
Crazy For You
My friend in the office and I are obsessed with Kentucky Fried Chicken.
For the past two weeks, all we had for lunch was their lip smackingly good and stroke inducing poultry products.
Although I gave up rice last April and lost a few inches off my waist, my recent food odyssey would guarantee the return of the gut.
Thank you, Colonel Sanders. It was all worth it.
For the past two weeks, all we had for lunch was their lip smackingly good and stroke inducing poultry products.
Although I gave up rice last April and lost a few inches off my waist, my recent food odyssey would guarantee the return of the gut.
Thank you, Colonel Sanders. It was all worth it.
Labels:
life
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Help Is On The Way
Just how insensitive can Raft3r get?
Continue reading to find out.
A friend called asking for a favor.
Friend: "You interested in donating blood? My officemate's father needs a blood transfusion."
Raft3r: "Can I just ask out your officemate on a date to lessen her worries?"
My friend immediately hung up the phone.
Labels:
the dating game
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Keep On Walkin'
At least three people have commented on how Raft3r walks.
One said I walk like a penguin.
The other alleged that I limp when I walk.
Third one claimed I walk like Feng Shui's Lotus Feet.
Damn! And I thought I had the perfect catwalk for a male supermodel.
One said I walk like a penguin.
The other alleged that I limp when I walk.
Third one claimed I walk like Feng Shui's Lotus Feet.
Damn! And I thought I had the perfect catwalk for a male supermodel.
Labels:
life
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
How It Feels
We all make mistakes. We are humans, after all.
If you are a regular reader of The Deadbeat Club, you know (for a fact) that Raft3r continues to live a life of trial and error.
Now, imagine your biggest blunder being aired on national television for everyone's entertainment.
You turn into an instant celebrity. A hate page on Facebook is created in your honor. You become the target of ridicule.
Mistakes are there for a reason.
But I don't think they are made so you can become the butt of all jokes.
Labels:
lessons
Friday, August 5, 2011
Praise You
Instead of idolizing panty-less celebrities, cocaine sniffing socialites, and an ungrateful starlet, our youth should emulate Janela Lelis of Malinao, Albay.
What she did was a selfless act, as opposed to someone who recently resigned due to an impending ouster from the Senate.
This 12 year old girl is incredible. She makes me even prouder to be a Filipino.
Labels:
shout out
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own
But most of the time you can.
You don't need a partner to be complete.
Friends and lovers are mere accessories in the game of life.
Labels:
lessons
Monday, August 1, 2011
In The Company Of Wolves
Overheard from the recent Incubus' concert:
"Maghuhubad yan. (He's gonna disrobe.)"
"Brandon, take your shirt off!."
"I love you, Brandon!"
These were actual statements made by men.
"Maghuhubad yan. (He's gonna disrobe.)"
"Brandon, take your shirt off!."
"I love you, Brandon!"
These were actual statements made by men.
Labels:
music
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