Woke up with a start to the sounds of whispers in the dark. Demons lurk in the shadows of my room. They keep me from slumber.

I considered texting you but I don't want to wake you needlesly.

And, yes. For all those who are curious. Especially the males.
Caz is MINE.

But more about that later, when my mood is more fitting. Let's not mix angels with demons.

Demon 1: PLDT - Accursed phone line keeps killing my dial-up connection. That's why I haven't been on much in the past two weeks. Among other things...

Demon 2: Thrift - Buying those two shirts a while back was a mistake. Now I keep feeling the need to buy new clothes. Not a good idea as I'm saving up for something important. And there's that Alicia Key's concert on Saturday. -sigh- Delayed gratification. Ugh.

Demon 3: Lord of Destruction Distraction - Diablo II: LOD. Even if it's just an hour or two a day, I know that the time could be spent on more productive things. And yet, I can't help myself. Just let my Assassin reach level 99. I'll stop after that... I swear!

Demon 4: Smoke - Almost but not quite quit my smokes. I get the shakes when I haven't had one for too long. I can go days now. Soon. Hopefully. It'll be weeks.

Demon 5: Song - I listen to the songs a dozen times each, trying to instill the music into my mind. And then I practice, practice, practice. Tiring, time-consuming, yet if I can do justice to the music, then it will be extremely rewarding.

Demon 6: Dreams - I can't remember when it started that my dreams became so vivid. I dream even in short naps. Dreams of all kinds. Some are glorious, in bright shining color. Others, mysterious, set in shades of gray. The rest, terrifying, like the dreams that woke me tonight. Black is twilight and twice as grim... I hope I don't get them as bad as Echo.

Demon 7: Coffee - The greatest of my demons. -sigh- Will I forever be a Nicaffeinoholic? If it's not one of the three it's the other. Whilst I shy away from beer and cigarettes, the bitter warmth of coffee draws me close, wraps me in its wispy arms and bids me, "drink"

And now I'm off to sleep one more. Hopefully to less fitful dreams. Tsk. If only you were beside me, I wouldn't have such nightmares.

... but then again, would we ever get to sleep at all?

Mmm. Feels good to be drawing again.

I had the idea to do this while working on another project. It's supposed to be Caz at Dome but unfortunately it didn't come out looking much like her. Didn't bother to finish the background since I plan to redo this.



Browsing through my old drawings to assemble a short portfolio, I came across these two. That's Diego and Selina from my hibernating comic.

That's all for now. Busy, busy, busy.

But I guess it's a good thing. I'm all fired up now. Time to put my life in order.

Problem Point #1: Home

While I have grown to love our rambling, scrambling, ever-evolving apartment, I don't think I'll last for much longer. This place is cramping my style. For the past month I've been holed up in either the office or in my room simply because there's too much dust flying around. Sneeze, cough, sniff. Can't think straight when I have to get up to blow my nose every five minutes. As much as I want to move out, my budget just doesn't cut it... Yet. Which brings me to my next problem...

Problem Point #2: Moolah

There are some things money can't buy. For everything else... People have been telling me to put myself out there. I have skills at my disposal but mostly I've been working Pro Bono. Well that's about to change soon enough. I've also saved up enough to join Legacy. God knows how much I've wanted to spend all that cash, but patience has prevailed. Soon I shall be recruiting, but first I have to figure out how to do that in tandem with...

Problem Point #3: Education

I am no big fan of tertiary education. It's not so much that you're being made to learn, rather that you're being made to learn through long winding lectures that you could've absorbed in written format in half the time. Or less. And besides, I'd rather be learning about things that I actually find interesting and useful. Oh, and there's attendance. The bane of my college life. Why should I be there if I'm not going to listen? Pft. I'd rather be in the gym. Which reminds me...

Problem Point #4: Muscle

I promised myself that by the end of the sem I'd have put on a few pounds. As it turns out, I haven't been to the gym in a month. What a waste. I can see my ribs again. My six meals a day has dwindled to two and my body has slipped into a mild lethargy. Well enough of that. In two hours I'm shocking my system into action. Hmmm... So there. I'm turning the marshmallow panda notebook you gave me into a work-out journal.

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Well enough ranting. Time to get to work. Thanks to those who still visit my blog even though I haven't been replying to your comments lately. I'll make time for that tomorrow morning.

Look Good

So I woke up feeling great. (Though not as good as yesterday ) The heaviness in my limbs had disappeared and my brain didn't feel like it was swimming in syrup anymore. I did a few stretches and swaggered off to the bathroom for my morning rituals. I did a little tap dance half-way down the hall.

For the first time in a long time, when I looked at myself in the mirror. I grinned.

I'm looking good.

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Look On

I step out of the elevator and trip on a thick coil of wires lying on the floor. I do a little hop and recover, only to find there are half a dozen people watching me. And one of them is a celebrity (Some guy with a mole who looks like Julis Babao did I spell that right)

Huwag naman kayo magkalat ng gamit sa daanan ng building namin. I quip before walking out of the lobby.

They didn't even apologize. Pft.

Don't Look Down

I'm at Popeyes getting lunch for my family, waiting in line like everyone else. Looking around at nothing in particular, I chance to look down.

It's like looking at a car crash. It's hideous and yet you can't seem to look away.

The girl in front was wearing pink open-toed sandals. The pink wasn't a problem, the toes were. They looked like little dromedary camels. Somehow, someway, the joints of her toes had developed such a thick layer of callouses that the only way I could tell her actual toe from the malignant growth on it, was by the presence of toe-nails. The nail is another story altogether.

They were huge and oddly mis-shapen, fanning out from the root like some kind of mollusk. They were painted a sick shade of green. Or they used to be. The polish had been scratched and cracked so much that they looked more like little patches of mold. Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if they were mold.

Thank God I didn't eat breakfast, or else I'd have be reliving it right then and there. Blech.

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Look Away

With all that said and done, I'm off to Fitness First took work off the anger and revulsion. 'Til next time...

- a confusing cab ride
- a sleepy eyed greeting
- noisy neighbors
- doors that never close
- salt scrub
- shower dribble
- floral slippers
- little orange cats
- twins
- giant sausages
- false arroz ala cubana
- cookbooks
- pillsbury cookies
- loaded
- ice cream
- make up
- pictures
- tons of old hardware
- fairy tales
- short shorts
- french toast
- eggs
- spongebob squarepants
- piggy back rides
- pink rice
- rinbee or potato crisps
- supersized burgers
- more eggs
- expired dvd players
- hidden xxx
- extended vacations
- cobwebby corners
- sweaty shirts
- morning tai chi
- tabulas rooms
- caramel coffee
- tasty bread
- 218 spyware infections
- tuna
- jalapeno corned beef

... next time na yung intelligible post. pag computer ko na ang gamit ko