a spoonful of Edward Norton makes the viruses go down

the greatest monologue of all time. here's monty talking in front of a restroom mirror (from the movie 25th hour)..
ansarap i-read aloud nito, promise..lalo na pag sabay dun sa movie. yeah!
*i got this from the top movie monologues/speeches of all time.. yeah! i've seen norton's film and i'm glad he's on top of the list...yeah! i heard he'll play the hulk next year..yeah!



Yeah, fuck you, too.

Fuck me? Fuck you.

Fuck you and this whole city
and everyone in it.

No, no, no, no, no.

Fuck the panhandlers
grubbing for money,
smiling at me behind my back.

Fuck the squeegee men
dirtying up the clean
windshield of my car.
Get a fucking job.

Fuck the Sikhs
and the Pakistanis
bombing down the avenues
in decrepit cabs,
curry steaming out their pores,
stinking up my day.
Terrorists in fucking training.
Slow the fuck down!

...getting one
of those operations
that elongate your penis.


Fuck the Chelsea Boys
with their waxed chests
and pumped-up biceps,
going down on each other
in my parks and on my piers,
jiggling their dicks
on my Channel 35!


Fuck the Korean grocers
with their pyramids
of overpriced fruit
and their tulips and roses
wrapped in plastic.
Ten years in the country,
still no speakee English.


Fuck the Russians
in Brighton Beach.
Mobster thugs sitting in cafes,
sipping tea in little glasses,
sugar cubes
between their teeth,
wheelin' and dealin'
and schemin'.
Go back
where you fucking came from.


Fuck the black-hatted Hasidim
strolling up and down
47 th Street
in their dirty gabardine
with their dandruff,
selling South African
apartheid diamonds.

Come on.
Your wife deserves this.


Fuck the Wall Street brokers.
Self-styled masters
of the universe.
Michael Douglas-Gordon Gekko
wannabe motherfuckers
figuring out new ways
to rob hardworking people blind.
Send those Enron assholes
to jail for fucking life.


You think Bush and Cheney
didn't know about that shit?
Give me a fucking break.

Worldcom.


Fuck the Puerto Ricans.
Twenty to a car,
swelling up the welfare rolls.
Worst fucking parade
in the city.

And don't even get me started
on the Dominicans,
'cause they make
the Puerto Ricans look good.

Who's this fuckin' guy?!
Get the fuck outta here!

Fuck the Bensonhurst ltalians
with their pomaded hair,
their nylon warm-up suits,
their St. Anthony medallions,
swinging their Jason Giambi
Louisville Slugger baseball bats
trying to audition
for "The Sopranos."


Fuckin' crack
your fuckin' head open!


Bensonhurst! Bensonhurst!


Fuck the Upper East Side wives
with their Hermes scarves
and their 50$
Balducci artichoke.

Taxi!

Overfed faces
getting pulled and lifted
and stretched all taut
and shiny.


You're not fooling anybody,
sweetheart.


Taxi!


Fuck the Uptown brothers.
They never pass the ball,
they don't want to
play defense,
they take five steps
on every layup to the hoop,
and then they want to
turn around
and blame everything
on the white man.


We not giving it up!
We not giving it up!


Slavery ended 137 years ago.
Move the fuck on.


Fuck the corrupt cops with
their anus-violating plungers
and their 41 shots,
standing behind a blue wall
of silence.


You betray our trust!


Fuck the priests
who put their hands
down some
innocent child's pants.


Fuck the church that protects
them, delivering us into evil.


And while you're at it,
fuck J.C.
He got off easy --
a day on the cross,
a weekend in hell,
and all the hallelujahs of the
legioned angels for eternity.
Try seven years
in fucking Otisville, J.


Fuck Osama bin Laden,
Al Qaeda,
and backward-ass cave-dwelling
fundamentalist assholes
everywhere.
On the names of
innocent thousands murdered,
I pray you spend the rest
of eternity with your 72 whores
roasting in a jet-fuel fire
in hell.
You towel-headed camel jockeys
can kiss my royal lrish ass.


"l notice how many
of what I once thought


"were evidences of repression,
sexual or otherwise..."


Fuck Jacob Elinsky.
Whining malcontent.

Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery,
my best friend,
judging me while he stares
at my girlfriend's ass.


Fuck Naturelle Riviera.
I gave her my trust,
and she stabbed me in the back.


Sold me up the river.
Fucking bitch.


Fuck my father
with his endless grief,
standing behind that bar,
sipping on club soda,
selling whiskey to firemen
and cheering the Bronx Bombers.


Let's go, Yankees!


Fuck this whole city
and everyone in it,
from the row houses of Astoria
to the penthouses
on Park Avenue,
from the projects in the Bronx
to the lofts in Soho,
from the tenements
in Alphabet City
to the brownstones
in Park Slope
to the split-levels
in Staten lsland,
Iet an earthquake crumble it,
let the fires rage,
Iet it burn to fucking ash,
and then let the waters rise
and submerge this whole
rat-infested place.


No.


No. Fuck you,
Montgomery Brogan.
You had it all,
and you threw it away,
you dumb fuck!

aants!!

ohohohohohohohoho..
la ako maisip iblag pero gusto ko magtype.. so itatayp ko kung ano man ang laman ng utak ko as of the moment.

may nangyayaring kakaiba sa ikinikilos ng mga langgam..

naniniwala akong hindi ito dahil sa madalas na pagbuhos ng ulan..
kahit anong lagay ng panahon, kakaiba pa rin ang mga ikinikilos nila..

malapit na talaga ang end of the world..
alam yata ng mga langgam ang mga sikreto ng mundo..

ang weird na talaga nila ngayon..

kayo? pansin niyo ba na parang kakaiba na ang kinikilos ng mga langgam ngayon?

di na nila ini-invade ang mga asukal namin.. trip na nila mga damit..

bakit damit? ano ang nasa damit? bagong laba pa talaga ang gusto nila.. hindi yung sa labada..
akala namin dahil sa sabon.. pero hindeeeh.. paiba-iba na kami ng sabon!!!

weird..

naka ilang palit na rin ako ng bedsheet pero nilalanggam pa rin ako..

kahit sa'n ako tumingin, may langgam!!


aaaaaccckkk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
pati screen ng computer.. cellphone, you name it.. they're there!!

geez.

kanina nga, paggising ko, ginawa nilang bridge yung kamay ko..
badtrip talaga..

dahil kaya diabetic ako?

nooo...



kinagat ako ng langgam sa mata
kinagat din ako sa scalp

nagising ako na puno ng langgam ang unan ko

di naman ako kumain sa kama

matamis ba ang mata ko?
may lasa ba ang ulo ko?

medyo mabango nga ang buhok ko dahil sa shampoo pero parehas naman kami ng kapatid ko ng shampoo at magkadikit mga kama namin bakit siya, hindi nilalanggam?! di naman madumi kama ko. walang pagkain..

ano ba?!

dahil kaya involved ako sa massacre ng mga langgam dati?
isa ako sa mga nag-isip ng mga taktika sa biological warfare warfare ni papa dati nung nagmassacre kami ng mga langgam..(pinag-away namin yung mga pula at itim sa pamamagitan nga biological warfare:nanalo yung mga pula)

pero sa pagkakaalam ko, hindi nilalanggam ang aking ama kahit siya naman ang mastermind sa nasabing massacre..

ewan ko ba.. sadyang sweet lang ba talaga ako?
tinikman ko sarili ko.. normal naman ang lasa ah.. maliban na lang sa kamay ko na medyo mapait dahil kakalagay ko lang ng hand creme..
wala pa namang nakapagsasabi sa akin na sweet ako..

hmm..

dahil kaya ..

i should marry a jap guy..hehe

You Should Date A Japanese Guy!

You're an interesting blend of traditonal and modern And a Japanese guy is likely to be on your wavelength Maybe you'll show your love by dying your hair the same color Or get married in a traditional white kimono!

Which Foreign Guy Should You Date?