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rodamidorafaceanimisisksm

2007-04-11T09:57:00.000+08:00

01 - China : 1,306,313,812
02 - India : 1,080,264,388
03 - European Union : 456,953,258
04 - United States : 295,734,134
05 - Indonesia : 241,973,879
06 - Brazil : 186,112,794
07 - Pakistan : 162,419,946
08 - Bangladesh : 144,319,628
09 - Russia : 143,420,309
10 - Nigeria : 128,765,768
11 - Japan : 127,417,244
12 - Mexico : 106,202,903
13 - Philippines : 87,857,473
14 - Vietnam : 83,535,576
15 - Germany : 82,431,390

this was the total population of the world as of July 2005 ( over 6.5 billion) as per The International Programs Center (IPC), part of the Population Division of the U.S. Census Bureau.

Let me tell you about the rodamidorafaceanimisisksm theory:

Out of over 6.5 billion people, there are only 20 people who think like me and is almost like me. Half of them although they think like me and is almost like me doesn't mean that they like me. With the remaining half, 5 of them like me in a way they never said hello for almost 10 years. The last remaining five love me. One of them loves me the most. And I'm satisfied knowing that out of over 6.5 billion people there's one person who loves me the most. =)

Talk about 1 over 6.5 billion chances. gah! I'm so bad with Probability, but I am so good with Statistics.

the rodamidorafaceanimisisksm theory comes along with a fact and rodariatic equation. it's an August 8 fact. I'll think about how to draw the equation later.

[EDITED] here's the rodariatic equation —

^Ro²⁺^da²⁺^Mi²⁺^do^2+ri
___________________________

R dr r (har dee har har)

get it?

Warning!

2007-04-07T20:22:00.000+08:00

My life, and by extension everyone else's is meaningless. Yes, that sequence of words I just said made perfect sense.

Oh, my, yes.
My words are the crumbs which fall from the feast in the mind. Warning! This blog may contain some materials and other prints not suitable for very critical audiences. Self-control is recommended.

I am so bored, but I gots me a new template after 3 yrs!

2007-04-07T19:01:00.000+08:00

I am so bored - video powered by Metacafe

This is my first entry after 3 years of circuit fockup. I was busy being fried by those heartless chefs, so yeah. I clearly didn't know what I was saying on the video. I was reading something while talking at the same time.

2007-04-01T14:55:00.000+08:00

Summer time

Oh, my, Yes! I feel the season. And this video fits the weather so well. Imagine Derek Sherinian ( former Dream Theatre keyboardist ) Slash, Zakk Wylde, and Billy Idol play together. Powerhouse, Yeah! for some head rockin' stuffs, you may visit Derek Sherinian's site.

the art of talking to one’s self

2007-03-31T20:07:00.000+08:00

Summer's here! weeeeeee

It’s Saturday, wanna rage?

2007-03-30T17:44:00.000+08:00

There's always a time when I hate everyone. I hate everyone now. Oh yeah, I just woke up so stay away from me within 50 miles radius from where I am sitting now. Because dear friends, lovers, enemies and fuckers, I literally eat fresh human kidney. I have animal tendencies to devour any food looking mammal like you paired with Taho and Quail eggs. Speaking of Taho and Quail Eggs, let me tell you a story. Now you have to read this. If not, what are you doing here in my blog? Better fuck off, hit control+ALT+ delete and die. Hmmhkay, here it is. A long 1440 minutes ago, there stood a young waifish Princess who was craving for Taho and Quail eggs. She thought of traveling the mountains, walking using her two waifish hands just to buy those Immortality Taho and Quail eggs at a local sports complex. And so she came (in the sports complex, silly!) waving Mr. Taho hello, saying '' give me 5 tall glasses or I'll eat your soul.'' Afraid that She might eat his soul, Mr. Taho hurriedly filled the glasses and handed it to her with tremble. (Yes, she is immortal now, so be very afraid.) Satisfied with how she gulped the Taho heartily and how it filled her parasite-filled stomach, Her Highness then asked Mr. Taho "where's Mr. Quail egg man?" He just shrugged. Her left brow raised with a perfect 45 degrees angle, but she didn't bother eating his soul when he shrugged ( how dare he!) because she's merciful like that and because he is stinky. For the benefit of mankind and her poor parasites, she waited Mr. Quail egg man because [ insert any stupid reason here, I can't think of any. This one is stupid enough, I guess ]. SO she waited for 10..15..30 minutes. She couldn't sense his chakra at all. She decided to go home walking using her two waifish hands and felt her purpose going to the sport complex was defeated because Mr. Stupid Quail egg man didn't show up.

The end.

a little chitchat with my sister Sakura chan earlier today:

Sakura chan: daddy says come home. He misses you already.

Me: O rly? Ok. When I get fat. So how's the puppies?

That is all. And I still hate you. so close your browser rack off and die. NOW!

This is not the fairest dinkum you know. so smile. =p

Question: Is Sanjaya still singing in American Idol? You should know that Sanjaya in India literally means William Hung in English.

la nuit passée

2007-03-25T13:14:00.000+08:00

Wearing all shades of green at night on a reggae fest ain't a good idea I tells ya! ( I was wearing shades of green and i felt out of place) Jaan and I went to Paseo and saw bajillion emo kids wearing all black with real thick eyeliners and devil knows what they are thinking! It's 'spose to be REGGAE not ReGAY!!! Them punks and goths should know the color wheel or at least make friends with Red, Green and Yellow at one time. Seriously, wacha theenk about this?

Grand, ain't it? I'm not a reggae fan whatsoever, unless it's Matisyahu. But wearing like that on a reggae fest is just sooo wrong. Anyway, since the place was crazy and something was seriously wrong, we decided to teleport somewhere where emo kids are not allowed. but before we hit our little teleport machine button, one punk approached me and gave me this

Hi, ja ja ja ja ja ja… then said, screen test is at WaterFront Citi Gym. Sheeez! Screen test is at CitiGym where I go work my saggy ass out and skinny weeny arms and legs! wuteentawutda! I'm aware that that punk works at BigFoot Entertainment where they film international movies. Bigfoot is errrr..Bigfoot. Should I give it a try? Yes? Seriously?No? hmm'kay! =D maybe when I'm not sober and looks 50 times fatter on screen, then Yeah.

after that weird one-way conversation with that punk, we teleported at Outpost and jammed or let's just say we made a ruckus for 5 minutes while crooning the song Colors by Amos Lee (head rocking, neck stiffing version).

this is Outpost's counter.

T'was a long night. It ended well and good so it's cool and I was dead drunk (Not).

Bender MSPaintified

2007-03-24T20:30:00.000+08:00

So I went back home from work 'round 12:30 pm and dozed off for 7 hrs. I realised I told somebody to prepare for tomorrow's showdown. cram!! I haven't finished any drawing at all and I only have half an hour left to draw at least one of the pic because I have to go to Paseo (for some reggae reason–though I'm not a fan of reggae at all, well i said yes to someone to come along with the said event because he's gonna play with Island Joe..sorry guys got no links for Island Joe *phew*)

I apologise to the challenger ( I keep him waiting for for 2 weeks for this MSpaint challenge). So here. Will post Fry and Spongebob tomorrow.

Bite my shiny metal ass, Challenger!

creepin’ in

2007-03-22T15:30:00.000+08:00

And I thought i'd be gone for a month. Well, it's just a thought. Silly for one. So i'm soaking as of the moment infront of the puter trying to figure out the right skin color for this *stuff* I am working. I am so bored and got nothing to do that I tried counting stretch marks and lost count. and yeah, I helped Bim count his pic's stretch marks as well. Luckily, I found one bumpy stretchmark. Can't post the pic here as per owner's request. (it's one blackmail item for sure. wehehe).
While i was busy counting stretch marks, the French lady dropped by again and said "Hi, how are you? You're extremely pretty and serene. How'd you do that? "and I went like *haha* ( mouth slightly opened, with a puzzled look still). You see, just when I need my narcissistic food, she comes along to feed me. Seriously, I need to gain weight.

summer barbed wires

2007-03-16T22:11:00.000+08:00

I honestly don't like the thought of me wearing like this in public. Even though i know that a bikini is like a barbed-wire fence, it protects the property without obstructing the view. I just don't' have the guts to wear it i think..and the body to show as well. But I'll try to wear one this summer. (that is if I already weigh 120 lbs)

on the flipside, my head is battling with my head. you know the left hemisphere and the right hemisphere…they were battling about this—- “what the heck is MORE POWER?” you know people say,MORE POWER to you man!<- that sounds so sucky! i heard that since ice age. was that an idiom that Google,Wikipedia, And all those sites forgot to tell me or Merriam Webster just don’t want to get involved?

woooo hoooo!!! more power to me!

when Oprah said that the duct tape is like the force. It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the universe together. was she talking about “MORE POWER?”

damn it!

hitman for hire

2007-03-11T13:09:00.000+08:00

Tell Roda she owes me icecream…

[14:17] I'm not useless. You can use me as a bad example.: i don't owe you icecream. i don't owe you anything.
[14:19] Never out Gunned: hmmm let me check my notes
[14:21] Never out Gunned: your right, my bad ..how about i treat you for pizza to make up for my mistake.
[14:22] I'm not useless. You can use me as a bad example.: your mistake?
[14:22] Never out Gunned: my mistake for thinking you owe me ice cream
[14:22] I'm not useless. You can use me as a bad example.: ahaha. funny.
[14:23] Never out Gunned: so how is life?
[14:23] I'm not useless. You can use me as a bad example.: better than ever. free from dramas and nosy people. i love it.
[14:24] Never out Gunned: great ..i'm happy for you. i have made peace with buddha ..
[14:24] I'm not useless. You can use me as a bad example.: oh. is *toot* your buddha?
[14:25] Never out Gunned: buddha is a guy doing yoga on my green t-shirts
[14:26] Never out Gunned: so are we on for pizza?
[14:27] I'm not useless. You can use me as a bad example.: when i have time.
[14:28] Never Out Gunned:let me know you can make time.
14:33] Never Out Gunned: let's hook up and talk. im free before 2pm daily let me know what works for you. no chito no lexie .. just two people talking as friends.
[14:34] I'm not useless. You can use me as a bad example.: i go out at work around 530pm
[14:34] Never Out Gunned: how about saturday?
[14:35] I'm not useless. You can use me as a bad example.: saturday's fine. but i have projects til 12nn.
[14:36] Never Out Gunned: 5:30pm saturday..Bo's , IT park ok
[14:39] I'm not useless. You can use me as a bad example.: already.
[14:39] Never Out Gunned: ok .. see you then.

I am so wondering why he wants to talk with me. If something screwy happens this saturday you know who to shoot .

this guy:

he's my former company's VP. an American asstard. wehehe

note:

never out gunned - the asstard

I'm not useless. You can use me as a bad example - the genius. yours truly.

some movie behaviours and idiosyncrasies

2007-03-10T12:53:00.000+08:00

Bo There's a monster inside my room. Can I have a glass of water?

Graham Hess Come on, now, you're too old to be doing this. You get a glass of water, and leave it lying around instead of finishing it. Now what's wrong with this one?
Bo: It has dust in it.
Graham Hess: And this one?
Bo: A hair.
Graham Hess: And this one?
Bo: Morgan took a sip and it's got his amoebas in it.

Remember that li'l girl named Bo in the Signs movie? I couldn't help but giggle. Okay, giggle is underrated. I laugh whenever I think about it just because of all human silly behaviors, M. Knight Shyamalan pinned one of my greatest idiosyncrasies. I know I'm silly like that about drinking water and all. I'm not a health freak whatsoever. I'm just silly like that.

Now, one can be cute without even trying. Let me tell you why. This French lady at work dropped by to my office and said her hello speech for the first time to me: French lady: " Hi, why are you not in your usual sitting position today? You look so cute when you sit like that you know *ha ha ha * , oh you just look so cute! "

Me: ( with a puzzled grin) heeeee = ? —

(taken from Death Note)<—This was my sitting position she was talking about and she said I look so cute when I sit like that. Them French people are weird. No wonder why they find ladies with 10 inches , bushy, curly armpits' hairs sexy. Will I take that as a compliment when she said that I look cute when I sit like that? Never mind. And yeah, If you happen to read the manga, watched the animé and movies of Death Note, The character named L / Ryuuzaki, is one of the characters Tsugumi Ôba made for people with behaviors like moi.

I’m not going through the motions waiting and hoping you call me

2007-03-09T03:04:00.000+08:00

And theres a message that I'm sending out
Like a telegraph to your soul
And if I cant bridge this distance
Stop this heartbreak overload
I ain't missing you at all

the feeling of rust against my salad fingers is almost orgasmic

2007-03-06T22:08:00.000+08:00

I told my friends I find eatbabies.com amusing and all of David Firth's creations fantabulously amazing! I love Salad Fingers so much, I wanna marry his fingers! Then they told me that I'm nuts and is a potential psycho. You think so? Yes? Feek you very much! I hate you now!

Oh. I wonder what sunshine dust tastes like.

farfetched

2007-03-05T21:59:00.000+08:00

There are two people who strikingly unconventional and farfetched in manner asked me these questions: Tara Aine- ( looked so enthused) Are you Narcissist, too?
My uncle Eddie - Did you have a nose job? Seriously?
Me- (looked so puzzled) WHAT???
I never thought my mental development will stop for 5 seconds when they asked me those

another heart is cracked in two

2007-03-04T21:18:00.000+08:00

Don't get me wrong. I am not broken-hearted whatsoever. Let's just say that I am inspired with them broken-hearted(s) This is actually one of my Series of Emo Peeggee Events illustrations. A friend threw her questions in the open and it hit me. She asked, In one lifetime, how many times are we allowed to say I have found the one? And how many times are we allowed to feel it? Another blow of questions hit me by another friend. He asked, You were engaged twice? With two different men? I won't be surprised if you'll tell me next time that you are engaged again with another man. I answered them with a smile. That is all. I want to tell them that the greatest love story I've ever heard was about Adam and Eve. I am Eve and I have found my Adam ( not adam mordo, lol). I want to tell them that we love, we feel a million times but we only have to experience one Adam or one Eve in our lifetime because I believe in 1:1 ratio…ohkay, I'm not making any sense. Enough tricky questions! I will only answer you with one big smile. =)

I will chop your heart for you're a good meal and taste good with catsup, says the peegee.

invented

2007-03-04T11:21:00.000+08:00

Sir Isaac Newton at age 22 invented differential and integral calculus, discovered universal law of gravitation, formulated 3 laws of motion and developed the theory of light.

I am 25 and I invented Pigan. A place where all pigs meet when they die and sing hallelujah all the time. Seriously, I'm 25 and I invented "When are you gonna get fat worry machine".

Is that what you call achievement?

this is bothering me for a month now

2007-03-03T14:27:00.000+08:00

Went home ( to my parent's house) and saw this video slide my sister made. For some reason, I cried so hard while watching it. I know, I'm mushy like that. I will miss those people who's gonna leave and live in Congo for sure. I will be meeting them later and eat halo-halo for the last time. So I cried, yeah. And for some reason, I felt relieved. My heart's been heavy this week . I seem like a happy girl but I have my days..and sometimes weeks and months too. So there. let me continue my crying….

Nah. I'm ok now =)

catch me

2007-03-02T20:18:00.000+08:00

If I don't say this now I will surely break
As I'm leaving the one I want to take
Forgive the urgency but hurry up and wait
My heart has started to separate —Look after you , The Fray

so this is where i soak

2007-03-01T19:57:00.000+08:00

the place where all ninjas meet

Presenting : Batang yagit

middle child syndrome

2007-02-28T21:21:00.000+08:00

I have 2 siblings. An older (in)genius brother and a genius little sister. I am the creative one. I say I am creative because I give my parents creative pain in the BUTTocks and creative headnuckingaches. I know they love me for that. Seriously. I was/is the black pig. ( though the illustration doesn't say so) I will not go into details why ( I'm sure you middle children know what I'm talking about). Osama bin Laden was the 17th of 52 children. It's always the middle child, isn't it?

if i have a kid as wacky as Bart…

2007-02-27T21:08:00.000+08:00

He'd be smarter than Bart. He'll do the nucking programming shortcut like that instead of writing the whole sentence a hundred times manually. Yes, his mummy was a programmer ( a lazy one).

note: I forgot C++ for that was eons ago when I made a program using the language. I might have missed some syntax, but heck that was just an illustration i made.

rachael wannabe and rachael yamagata

2007-02-26T19:08:00.000+08:00

I browsed my old pictures ( like 5 months old pics.lol) and saw the pic on the left. I was playing Rachael Yamagata's songs and thoughts came to mind. Oh lordie! We almost have the same 'do* and and and…ok I'm a Rachael Yamagata wannabe. d'oh!

That is all.

Waiting

2007-02-26T10:17:00.000+08:00

He never felt that she cared
Turning to leave
Feeling her lonely stare
If only a secret love
Left more than a broken heart
Like a fool thinks he felt the start
Of what he hoped for so long
He waits though he knows she's gone
Alone he climbs
Until he falls
Only a secret love brings more than a broken heart
Like a fool I have played the part
Of what I hoped for so long
The need to belong…
In love

A secret love - Toto

I’m torn in pieces
I’m blind and waiting for
My heart is realigned
I’m blind and waiting for you

I’m blind and waiting for you
I’m blind and waiting for you
No I can’t believe it’s coming true
God it’s good to be alive and I’m still waiting for you
No I can’t believe it’s coming true
I’m blind and waiting for you

- Big Machine, GooGoo Dolls

Oh well, I love pigs as an illustration.

medium: Illustrator and a bit of Photoshop ( for the grasses and lens flare).

think til it hurts

2007-02-24T22:59:00.000+08:00

A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking. I am in this place. I therefore conclude that I am tired of thinking. The more I try to kick it off, the more it's coming inside my head. There's no such word that has bothered me so much the past week but this word. It's not something that comes from the heart. It's not something that bleeds. It's not something that comes out as a pleasure in bed. It's not something I need to eat. It's not something that you need to know either. All sorts of nonsense happens in the course of the day. Good, bad, indifferent… whatever. Thoughts spring to mind, shit happens, things work out, but often don't… usually I have no idea of what's going to happen beforehand and perhaps its better that way. I just don't know why I keep on thinking about Congo

What’s this life anyway?

2007-02-24T22:04:00.000+08:00

From the moment we enter this life we are in the flow of it. We measure it and we mock it, but we cannot defy it. We cannot even speed it up or slow it down. Or can we? Have we not each experienced the sensation that a beautiful moment seemed to pass too quickly, and wished that we could make it linger? Or felt time slow on a dull day, and wished that we could speed things up a bit?

Look at the orange tree. And the butterflies and yourself. What's it to you and me?

immobile

2007-02-23T12:54:00.000+08:00

I don't call myself techie in any way. Sure i know how to troubleshoot wireless and wired networks. I know how to troubleshoot busted ISP and Server, pc hardware crash and all. But there's one thing I do not know. I don't know how to use mobile phones! I gots me 2 different mobile phones (SE P910i and SE K750i- all are gifts of love)but i really don't know how to use it. I know the basic stuffs like texting ( which i rarely do) and calling but that's just it. I'm still not acquainted to the world's progress ( or maybe I'm just too lazy to read the nucking manual! )

—

2 nights ago, I had dinner with Pilot friends together with hubby. They were talking jargon about altitude and wings and weather and rest rooms. Did I hear restrooms? I wish they were talking English cos all i understand was the rest room part and the naked lady flying.

Wacom Intuos3 9X12 USB Tablet

2007-02-22T13:54:00.000+08:00

I'm mighty mighty dying to have this! I know I have my own 9×12 usb tablet but it's not wacom… =( I'd give anything ( that is not mine) in exchange for this fantabulous tablet. Please??? (looks above)

of zits and grey matter

2007-02-21T22:18:00.000+08:00

For some reason, 3 zitz are growing red on my right cheek. I want to use the healing brush/path tool on these. oh, well, i won't worry too much. I know they will soon evaporate just like that. i gots me a secret weapon. So I spoke with a coconut today. The coconut learned some things. It learned that I am fascinated with pigs and I ask forgiveness when a lechon (roasted pig) is infront of me. gawd! I can't help it. Lechon is so yummy! It also learned that I am an animated autistic anti-social elephant that loves Happy Nut.. and I'm hungry again.

So back to the topic; I took an IQ test. I gots me a 122 score. The last time I took an IQ test, My score was 130+ almost 140 to be exact. I wonder what happened to my brain and to my IQ?

and I also took another IQ test and it didn't give me a number score. It gave me this instead:
You are a Linguistic Architect

this means that you are more intelligent than 96% of all other Scholastic IQ test takers. 6 out of 1000 people are Linguistic Architects. This means that you excel at language and words and are also very good at understanding things on an abstract level. You can also put those two skills together to communicate new ideas and see how they fit into different contexts. You understand maths and science on a gut level, even if the equations and science don't come as easily. You can use these skills to be a great communicator or to create a masterpiece.

What happened to my brain and my IQ? I dunno. Maybe it has to do with my coke sniffing and happy nut overdose. heck! I don't care. I'm autistically proud that i still gots me some grey matter to squeeze in times like juicy fruit.

dysfunctional neurexin 1

2007-02-19T10:18:00.000+08:00

I always have this dilemma dealing with people who are new to me. Say, I just met this group of people and their world is totally different from my universe. As always, people wonder why I am quiet and don't talk to them. It's not that I'm holding my breath because it stinks when I talk ( certainly that is not the case!) It's just me- Less talk, more thoughts and imagery. I hate the thought that I have to explain all over again why I don't talk that much. I've been like this 25 years and 4 BFs ago. I won't be surprised if they'd think I'm the nerdy-geeky-werdie elephant on the block. Seriously, my neurexin 1 is dysfunctional and is already embedded in the region of my chromosome 11.

Say, what am I talking about? Geez! You can always google or wiki it!

to make it short, I'm Autistic.

— I forgot that it's my dad's birthday today. shiz! I can't go home yet. I'll be working my ass off the whole week. I'll make it up to him. If my dad happens to read my blog, I wanna tell him again I love him so much and he's the bestest man in the whole wide world and universe and galaxies! I love you daddee!

but that’s just it

2007-02-15T08:36:00.000+08:00

I have nothing much to write about. I don't even know where to start or … anyway, my life's a bit on a high and I really don't know what to say. I can't complain (no nosy boss, and that chinaman) there's nothing to whine about, actually. All i know is that my eyes are complaining, but that's just it. I love my new job. It's just like being at home drawing and doing my stuffs the whole day. It's funny, when I see someone who has pimples or wrinkles or any skin flaws, my brain's flashing and playing the healing tool and the patch tool of photoshop trying to erase it mentally. Even when I go to sleep, I trace every objects that I see with the Pen tool mentally. g'uh! I'm nuts! But that's just it. Using the spoken word to explain ideas is so mundane! I'll try singing my reply, or jotting down a quick limerick that expresses what I am thinking. I have second thoughts though, singing is not an option. I'll try reading some books that breathe good reasons and ideas. I think my brains( yes I have 4 brains) need a breather. Yeah, I'm a graphic artist now (officially)

this is my 2nd attempt using Illustrator CS2 (vector drawing)

How do you want to die?

2007-02-10T23:15:00.000+08:00

It is appointed unto men once to die ..

The miracle of life - when semen meets egg + 9 months after = 1 nekkid crying baby. It is indeed a wonder to me how these little creatures came to life. I for once was a little baby Max Alvarado (can't find a picture of him online)look-alike. Yes, that's how mean my uncle described how I look like to his friends and relatives. (seriously, that was a true story). It amazes me to know that there are 70+ year old ladies who are lipstick shopping at Watson's. I happened to bump two wrinkled-face beautiful grannies earlier today there. "Is Revlon's color ok on my lips? How about this one?" said the other granny. I couldn't help but look at them and smiled from cheek to cheek on how cute they were while discussing and trying other lipstick colors as well. Life amazes me. How about Death? I'm not scared to die. Somehow, I feel sad thinking if I died. I'm sad because I know there are atleast 5 people who will mourn. I am sad because I hate goodbyes. I am sad thinking about it because I ain't a jillionaire yet. Now, if you ask me how do I want to die? I want to die saving someone. Because saving someone is like getting jillions and throwing a party of a lifetime. Then I'm happy.

Whiplash

2007-02-09T23:19:00.000+08:00

Why do we always have strange run-ins just when we're feeling happy, optimistic and personable? ah!!! whiplash!!!…

You are not growing yourself younger, i reminded my reflection. Maybe it was my dress that made me look more critically at myself than usual..

Happiness goes straight to my head. I could pleasantly surprise myself with words from the heart that bypassed my brain on the way out. Sometimes this shortcut is the best way to go — it definitely will get me to where I really want to be a whole lot faster. Enjoying the wandering ways of my thoughts and actions. Nobody minds — and some people love it. I may actually encourage others to let their dreams take flight. One of 'em has grown his wings. Congratulations dear self!

*Waistline long since vanished*...that's what I wanted to see in the near future..how weird yet so true..

I was contemplating a session of retail therapy so I went to the mall and bought me a book with a very long title called Adobe Illustrator CS2 CLASSROOM IN A BOOK - The official training workbook from Adobe Systems. It costs $49.99…my nose bled.

P.S. I hope somebody's gonna be generous enough to give me the latest graphic training workbooks that rock to the core like:

Maya, Photoshop CS2 and all those howto's books. I hope that that somebody's gonna spare me with those for Dummies books.Dummies books are only for dummies.

my odder self

2007-02-09T21:44:00.000+08:00

someone said :

The notion that all transition take us adjacent to our fitting selves or
who we are to begin with seems counter-instinctual to me.
But so does quantum physics and the law of torts and calculus and algebra.
That doesn’t make it true, but it absolutely makes it probable.
Michaelangelo supposedly said he sculpted by starting with a piece of
marble and removing everything that wasn’t the statue.
Could we be doing the same thing as people? That certainly seems
probable. It is just as possible as us being the sum of the impact
of our choices and experiences on the genes our parents gave us.
Our bodies replace all of our cells every seven years.
On odder days, I hit myself with the multi verse theory of self.
At least that’s what I call it. Since the universe we inhabit is
branching in infinite directions every moment, each instant is a new
person. I like writing letters to my future self so I wouldn’t be
forgotten since that self would essentially be dead. Those
two perspectives are probably more literal than for what you are
looking, but that’s how I roll. -)

Good luck with the existential crisis: my odder self.

(Sunday, April 30, 2006)

one retarded night

2007-02-02T00:01:00.000+08:00

I have 5 days more to enjoy unemployment. I recently resigned being an brain squashing tech engineer for some unidentified flying reason 18 days ago. Devil knows it has to do with that chinaman! Anyway, I have a new job. The company's an International fashion firm and the boss's name is Miranda. (oh you bet! it's the devil (i hope not–the devil, I mean)who wears prada! She's a fashion designer in Europe..bet she wears prada sometimes. heck i care if she wears one!) Luckily, I'm not her assistant! I'm just a mere graphic artist. yay! I hope she's not as mean as that Miranda I was talking about. I just want to draw and design, ok!

So, five more productive retarded days to go, then Bam!. I started making one productive retardation scheme last night. Since it was a Court Order for me not to sing on Wednesdays and days in between and then next succeeding days, I managed to hide myself inside my cave( then sang) where ants marched happily near my bed bunk. Happy was I to greet each one of them with Raid.

I sang.

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