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Bangbus and Rocks

By Wild Ice
The sight of a PVP Liner Bus in the morning means two things: 1) I'm lucky but... 2) I'm late..
Since I was late, it was good for me though that I was able to save at least two pesos for my fare that morning... PVP Liner bus come always late, I tell you.. There is 5% chance that I would get to ride one on an early hour... Believe me...
As we trudged down the OsmeƱa Highway, we stopped to pick up some more creatures at the Vito Cruz station beside the Railway station. That's where I found that creature who was seeking terror... who probably WAS a member of a well-known terrorist group. But I guess he got kicked off for his fascination in creating some freakshow.
He was a dark-skinned man, with curly filthy-looking hair, thin body, and was wearing a green shirt and some blue shorts. He also carried some pink sling bag to probably state that he's sort of kikay.
Kikay terror... Steeeg!!!
I thought he was a barker (which in here means 'someone who barks at people not to scare them away but to make them ride the vehicle without carrying any pink kikay sling bag) so I did not pay any attention to him (why should I pay attention, I don't have enough money to pay!!!.... don't mind my korny jokes). But then he started banging hard (REALLY FUCKING HARD) on the bus and the worst part of it was he was banging exactly on my fucking spot!!! I was knocked out of my daydreaming. That friggin' jerk!!!
Then, he was not contented with banging on our bus (this is not porn, sorry). He picked up a larger rock to bang some more and scared the shit out of the passengers. I wanted to shout at the driver to "get us hell out of here!!!"
The bus stayed some more. Their motto was probably "We can risk the safety of our passengers for the bigger number of passengers that we could attain!!! sakay na!!!". Then, the conductor already started shouting at the kikay-greasy man holding a rock. I could not make out what they were saying but I sure hell know the conductor was trying to shoo that freak away.
Due to anger, the "barker" picked up a larger rock. Miraculously, our bus DID NOT start yet. Probably the driver wanted to replace us (who are already paid) with new passengers so that they could earn more money.... Hmmmm... Strategy.. Just kidding!!! ^_^
Then finally, after a few bang of the man with his mighty rock, we continued down the road. I wasn't much scared at that moment though because I was sure that I'll be safe inside. But the problem was that anytime, the 'barker' could just throw his rock into the bus.
I ended up with a theory since the 'barker' seemed really high and freaky: He is fixated with ROCKS.
 

Metaphorbes

By Wild Ice
People thought I'm dead.. People thought I'm lost... People thought I'm on rehab.. Just kidding...
Well, it's not that I'm back.. I had always been around. I was just roaming around STILL observing beings in this damned planet. Just like the topic of this latest blog post.
Are you aware of the population of all the rich people in Makati? Approximately 67% of those living in Makati are rich people and in this 67%, 38% are those what I call Metaphorbes. (Okay, okay, actually, I made that survey up just to make some good start.. hehehehe... Also that term---I made that up too).
'Metaphorbe' is the term I use when I talk about the old rich women who are very stereotypical. I just got the word from the Filipino/Spanish(?) term 'Matapobre' which also defines the same people. I usually spot this kind of breed in Makati (since that's where I live and that's where I usually hang out).
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Alright. Right now we stand at the escalator of Glorietta Four. We spot a lot of people and social climbers (numerous social climbers---count us in if you want!!!) in different directions and before you could say "Daddy, where did you leave my new Porn CD?", you could already spot another of this kind we call Metaphorbus Jamesus. There!! Right there!!! A different sight--yet maintiing that stereotypical image:
Thick make up, high-raising brows (drawn by their shaky wrinkled hands), Dyed (if not, highlighted) hair, costumes---I-I-I mean wardrobes like the ones you see from Old Women Showbiz Personalities, and of course, the undying jewelries which have the purpose to show everyone that they are the only children of God (if they believe in such--or if they MAKE-MAKE-BELIEVE on such!!!).
There. See that. She walks down there along with her 9-year old niece probably. Of course, she encourages the niece to wear very short shorts (pekpek shorts as I call them). Oh, and there's her nephew who's fixated with his three girlfriends, his new Honda City, and his bank account (just like his father!!!).. Wiat there goes another one!!! Same looks, only she is wearing an ugly shawl---probably tro indicate that she's the queen of the hive..
Oh there's another one.. And they all meet in the eye!! They stare---GLARE at each other and raise their eyebrows. One of them started sweating for she thinks she's not as rich as the first two--she didn't have any good-looking niece nor nephew nor a shawl and a husband who looked like an executive (but a bank account to his wife). SHe was sweating so hard despite the airconditioning of the mall that her eyebrow got erased and left the place.
The two were left. SO they rushed to the nearest boutique to start purchasing anything they could to show off. The one with the most money spent wins!! Good luck!!!

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More Metaphorbe Files in the future... ^_^