Home of the sleep-deprived, ayala-wandering vagabonds of life...

We seek comfort in the light given off by convenience stores...

We seek to make poopie in the classiest of places...

And to replace blood with extra joss as the liquid of life...

And in the midnight hour.... she cried more... more... more


The Comfort Room Wanderer
- The city is one big toilet and tissues doesn't compare to the comfort of a bare palm -


The Black Black
- Darker than night but brighter than a burnt out bulb -


The Jerk who overworks
- Ulcer has become his bedfellow in the job of stars and pillows -


Captain clapping feet
- Has now been engulfed by the sands of Dubai and brings home a preview of the stench of its people


The Penetrating Eye
- A wiz with computers and a staring contest world champion -


The Sneaky Food ninja
- only tags along at celebrations and leaves a trail of heart broken SM sales ladies -


Captain Baron Jack Jesus of the Green Lanter Corps
- drives with his feet, sweats fundador and has el bigote that curls -


Resident Cap man of the fold
- The rising superstar of chowking chick spotting -


The lost driver of la la frame land
- Evolves in jeeps, drinks coffee for LBM and gives the MMDA free breakfast money -


The official bandadero and black-winged rakista
- Pure black soul artist with a lot of white paper and a pencil called gray-


Sugar high scriptwriting sage of the seventh circle of rotring
-listens to sleepy music to stay awake and produces a new tale by the second-

We are artists... Life is our canvas