We're going multimedia! We don't care if it's getting really old really fast to the subject of our creative endeavors. She can roll her eyes and pop another piece of tokwa into her mouth with as disinterested a motion as she can muster, but we're going to keep at this until we creators tire of it ourselves. (So in a couple of decades.) Thus, behold "Peachy the Prosti" Youtube edition, wherein I sing the first verse of our brilliant little ditty while being filmed and flash-lit by Wench Eigenmann. It was, as they all say, a labor of luuurrrvve.
I suggest a few simple steps to maximize your enjoyment of the video.
Step One Watch the video. Familiarize yourself with the melody, meter and intonation.
Step Two Watch the video while referring to the song lyrics posted in a previous entry. A separate Explorer/Firefox window should do the trick.
Step Three Sing along with the video.
Step Four Repeat Steps One through Three until singing "Peachy the Prosti" has become an inherent force in your psyche.
Step Five Hunt Peachy down and regale her face to face with your newfound skill.
Yeheeeeeeeeeey.
Anywench, this video came about during one of the duller moments in my little NAMFREL stint with Wench Eigenmann yesterday. Wench E. was the Voting Center Manager for Brgy. Paligsahan, and I was his bitch. It was our role to collect NAMFREL's copy of the election returns for all the precincts under this barangay and to deliver them to the volunteer droogs back in Ateneo. There were very long periods of waiting at the barangay's high school, hence the time and energy to create another dimension to the "Peachy the Prosti" saga.
I have to say that I've never seen Wench E. this diligent before, scurrying around the school building and helping out whenever he could. It was very commendable, and further concretized the fact that I am scum. I did all my assistant-ly duties as best as I could, but this mostly consisted of my sitting in one place and making sure no teacher ran off with any set of election returns without handing us our copy. Saying that my ass is sore for the good of the nation won't exactly cast me in a respectable light. More so because I didn't vote. Pero rakstar talaga si Carl woohoo.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have written such distracting paragraphs. Go on, go back to your "Peachy the Prosti" rehearsals. The future depends on you.
