iPhone Chronicles

Lately, I have noticed that it has become increasingly difficult to post things on this site. No single event warrants a full blog post and this is probably why I found it better to microblog on certain things and topics that catches my fancy. Anyway, it's so micro that I am blogging from my iPhone and I am calling this, my iPhone Chronicles.

It is now almost 3pm on a Sunday and I am waiting for a couple of friends to finish shopping. Well, more of grocery-ing. I'm standing outside this big Chinese supermarket a few miles from where we live. I had planned on getting a haircut in time for my New York (or as the alta says, Nu Yok) trip next week but instead I was dragged to do a Vietnamese buffet for lunch and now this. I am ultra bored and my hair has, I guess, grown another micromillimeter since this morning. Ugh.

Anyway, this is fun.

I saw this cute Chinese guy shopping earlier. Shempre dahil Pogi, I followed him around. I seriously had no plans of shopping so I had to make the most of my time. I flirted a little. I flirted a lot. Puta, wa epek. Yun pala, lo and behold, may jowa. Yes my dear, the only cute guy in the supermarket is off the market. And in fairness, di kagwapuhan ang boyfriend - it must be true love. Or maybe, the other guy has a humongous dick. Oh well.

So I turned my attention to other things - like the upo. Yes, may upo. Then talong - the very long talong. Then the patola - ooh la la. But still, my mind had been perverted by the cute Chinese boy with a not-so-gwapo jowa. No vegetable can ever catch my fancy - not while he's around.

So I did what any self-respecting pokpok would do. I stepped out of the supermarket, took out my iPhone and asked for the bagger boy's name and number.

Mission accomplished.

Blogger's Note: The bagger boy was on break. He was smoking and I, I was bored.