At last...How I have longed to release my pent-up emotions...to remove the dikes (as in "the walls that hold water back, like a dam", not as in "lesbians") that have prevented the free-flowing gush of pure expression...and now that I have the will to do so, what better place to do it than on the internet where they may be displayed for all the world to see...

But all that just goes against my principles for living...See, I'm a firm believer in the wisdom that can be found in the Godfather series...especially the first two. the third isnt as good because of Sophia Coppolla (or however her name is spelled). She even screwed up her dying scene...*thud*..."dad?"...*slump*...arrgghh... annoying

you know what else is annoying? when the taho vendor skims the taho so lightly from the top so it takes forever for the cup to be filled. and here you are, this really excited kid, holding your ten pesos (coz the price went up), you can barely wait to taste it because you've finally convinced your parents to let you have some and that it's safe coz the rumor about it being full of chalk isnt true (besides, it's not like chalk will kill you...coz i had a friend...well, no...not really a friend, he was kinda a friend, you know, sometimes a friend and sometimes not...anyway, this guy once ate a stick of chalk, coz the teacher made him, and he's still alive) ANYWAY, you finally get to have your first cup of taho in months and the vendor is just taking his sweet old time, shaving little slivers off the top!!! I mean, why not scoop the taho out, plop it into the cup, pour the sauce in, add the sago. it'll be done in three steps!!! but NO...he has to go *schick,schick,schick* scraping thin layers each time...

Actually, that's an old petpeeve...I asked a taho vendor once why he did it that way. And he said that if he did it my way (coz i explained it to him, three simple steps and all), the taho would crumble and it wouldnt taste as good...So now I'm glad he does it that way, coz it's hard to find a good cup of decent taho nowadays. You've got so many of those pre-packaged stuff in groceries, but very few are close to the real thing, and it's always the original that sets the standard.

Kinda like the Godfather...among all the mafia movies, none have come close to it, and that is why I belive in the wisdom of the Godfather series, especially that which can be found in the first two movies, because the third movie isn't as good, (thanks in no small part to sophia coppolla).

None of this makes sense...I read it all over again, and realize there is no coherent thought...But that's alright, because as the Godfather, Vito Corleone, told his eldest son Santino, "Never let anyone know what you're thinking."