Wen't crazy with a phone cam. Fugly shoot, GO!!!

 

Last night, I dreamt that an angel came into my room, put a flaming sword in my hand and said, "Purge thy self of sin." And then I plunged the sword into my body and I burst into flames. - - - - - - - That ranks pretty high in my weird dreams list. Right up with the one where Jesus suffocates me while saying, "Blood shall flow from every orifice of your body, save for your eyes from whence shall pour forth the purest of salt."

Convo sa YM, name of my friend edited out for great justice...

S: rmember when I fell asleep while lying on top of you?

B: yep. i woke up with drool all over my shoulder

S: god. u dont have an ounce of romance

B: ok. how bout this..

B: yeah. i didn't sleep a wink that night

B: all i did was listen to you breathe, feel your heart beat against my chest and watch your lips move as you murmured in your sleep

S:  /: )

S: why didnt u just say THAT! na touch pa ako dun!

B: it's too cheesy. it's not me

S: >: P you used to be pretty sweet

S: and nice too. what happened?

B: i stopped bullshitting

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In any conversation, the first thing that comes to your mind isn't usually what you're going to say. In fact, you probably think through half a dozen replies before you actually open your mouth. This way you can say something that is witty, intelligent and/or appealing.

Personally, my "first" replies are either lewd, crass, insulting or a joke of some sort. For example, if someone asks me "Nagpagupit ako! What do you think?" I'd probably say "San ka nagpagupit? Sa bulag?" And I would say that regardless of wether or not the haircut looks good. Just to be an ass.

I can't help it. That's how my brain works.

People keep telling me that my "mean-ness" is just an act. I think it's the otherway around. When I'm being kind, cultured and polite; THAT's the act!

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Quote from "As Good As it Gets"

Melvin Udall: I've got a really great compliment for you, and it's true.

Carol Connelly: I'm so afraid you're about to say something awful.

Melvin Udall: Don't be pessimistic, it's not your style. Okay, here I go: Clearly, a mistake. I've got this, what - ailment? My doctor, a shrink that I used to go to all the time, he says that in fifty or sixty percent of the cases, a pill really helps. I *hate* pills, very dangerous thing, pills. Hate. I'm using the word "hate" here, about pills. Hate. My compliment is, that night when you came over and told me that you would never... well, you were there, you know what you said. Well, my compliment to you is, the next morning, I started taking the pills.

Carol Connelly: I don't quite get how that's a compliment for me.

Melvin Udall: You make me want to be a better man.

Carol Connelly: ...That's maybe the best compliment of my life.

Melvin Udall: Well, maybe I overshot a little, because I was aiming at just enough to keep you from walking out. 

... are kinda lousy.

- Apart from a pack of cigarettes, I'm broke... again. 

- Martin left his cel phone in a cab. Whoever's got it didn't seem too keen on returning it either.

- After days of coding and vector drawing, I'm still not done with my freelance work.

- My throat's still sore from the Saturday gig. And by sore, I mean bleeding internally.

- The reunion I've been looking forward to for a good part of a year was just cancelled.

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To top it off, I've been so busy I've fallen out of touch with all my net buddies. I swear, once I get this freelance job off my plate, I'm going to spend a whole day just bloghopping (with a touch of webcomics and wiki of course)

On the bright side, I just received one of the most creative insults in my life.

"You're like a kiddie pool in the morning. Shallow and cold." 

I'm not being sarcastic. That actually did make me smile. 

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 Some snippets from my mind...

2 am on an empty street. Sitting, listening to the wind screech past the niches in the buildings around. Breathing in the scent of damp cement. Of garbage gone sour.

There's a storm brewing. Like always. Like before. With wind and water. With lightning and fire. With rage and beauty. To humble us all.