Grabbed off pa3k12 over at multiply because I'm killing time and self-involved.

1. Do you like cheese?
Yes. All sorts but the gorgonzola the best.

2. Are you a chain smoker?
Trying not to be -- well, has not been for the last three weeks.

3. Your favorite song?
Toss up between "Paint It Black" by The Rolling Stones and "Life on Mars" by David Bowie.

4. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments?
Yes. Because the past year has only brought more medical complications.

5. What do you think of hotdogs?
Indifferent towards them unless they're smothered in chili.

6. Favorite Christmas song?
I don't like Christmas songs.

7. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?
Tea.

8. Can you do push ups?
I'd like to think so, yes.

9. Favorite superhero?
Gosh. To me, that's just like asking a parent who their favourite kid is (or asking Imelda Marcos what her favourite pair of shoes is)... So, toss up among: Batman, Domino, Buffy, Molly from Neuromancer, The Phoenix, Spider-man, Daredevil, Jenny Sparks, Jack Hawksmoor, Jenny Quantum, Doctor Manhattan, Hellboy... I could go on all day.

10.Secret weapon to get the opposite sex?
Pay them? I don't know these things!!!

11. Whats one trait you hate about yourself?
The lack of control and the need to have it.

12. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment
I hope the Internet here doesn't flake out.
It's cold.
The sage and pumpkin ravioli looks yummy.

13. Name 3 things you bought yesterday?
Breakfast. A bottle of water. The services of a porter at the train station.

14.Name 3 drinks you regularly drink?
Black tea with milk. Water. And water.

15. Favorite places?
My room. Anywhere where Lucia is. Anywhere where I can have internet access and smoke. The internet. Anywhere where I can play pool and smoke.

16. What color of shirt are you wearing?
Grey.

17. Can you whistle?
Yes.

18. Favorite color/s?
Anything but brown and yellow.

19. Would you like to be a pirate?
No, I like my hygienic practices, thank you very much.

20.  What songs do you sing in the shower?
The cheesy ones.

21. Favorite girl's name?
Emily

22.  Favorite boy's name?
Joaquin

23.  What's in your pocket right now?
Cigs, lighter, two silver rings, some sand from the beach.

24. Last thing that made you laugh?
See last post.

25. Worst injury you've ever had?
Does a ripped out brow ring count?

26. Do you love where you live?
Generally, yes.

27.How many computers do you have in your house?
One. Mine.

28.Does someone have a crush on you?
I should hope so.

29.What is your favorite bar?
Bar of soap? Or anywhere with a pool table that allows smoking.

30.What is your favorite candy?
Toffee mints.

31.What were you doing 12 AM last night?
Dreaming about my niece telling me that apartheid was a good thing and how horrified I was.

32.What is the first thing you thought of when u woke up?
Where the heck am I?

Tagging: tin, marby, leng, kris, gen, paolo m, big boy... Everyone!

Tags: pointless posts, pop culture
coordinates: jenny's house, muizenberg
state of mind: calm
background noise: dinner being prepared

Tali, the 6-year-old I was hanging out with in Johannesburg taught me this Barney song:
"I hate you, you
Let's go out and kill Barney,
With a baseball bat and a 4 x 4,
No more purple dinosaur."

(sung to the tune of that irritating Barney song)

This is possibly one of the most disturbing songs I've learned from a child. And that's saying plenty because I know a lot of special (read: weird, highly-intelligent, funny) kids.

Tags: pointless posts, pop culture, tripping away
coordinates: kalk bay, cape town
state of mind: sleepy
background noise: kalk bay sounds

Tagged by maragtas.

1. What worries you?
      Lately, everything. But mostly the phone ringing.

2. Are you confused as to what lies ahead?
      You mean, there's more? Fuck.

3.  Is there anything that made you unhappy recently?
      The better question is, what has not made me unhappy recently.

4. What did you last cry over?
    The crapiness of the latest Bleach episodes.

5. Have you ever dated someone?
    That's all I've seemed to do lately.

6. Which is more blessed: loving someone or being loved by someone?
    Neither. Loving the fact that you're alone is best.

7. If the person you like doesn't accept you, would you continue to wait for them to change their feelings?
    No. Ano sya sineswerte?

8. If the person you like is secretly attached, what would you do?
    "Wishing and hoping and praying..." Or however that song goes.

9.  What do you want most in life?
      Right now, a bakery in Batanes.

10. What's the most important thing you look for in a significant other?
       Funny.

11. Have you ever had your heart broken?
       Did the Grand Hitad ever exist?

12.  Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?
       Single and rich. Anyone who chooses the latter is an idiot.

13.  Do you like someone right now?
       Trying very hard not to.

14. Do they like you too?
       I'd pay good money to know the answer to that... No wait! I'm trying not to like anyone... so I don't care!

15. If you fall in love with two persons simultaneously, who would you pick?
       The taller one.

16. What type of friends do you like?
       The ones I have now, thank you very much.

17. If you played a prank on someone, and she/he fell for the trick, what would you do?
       Document it and gloat for life.

18.  If you were betrayed by someone, what would you say to that person?
        Humanda ka sa akin.

19. If the person tagging you likes/loves you, what will you do/say?
      Awww. Lagot ka kay Marby!

20. What do you think of the person who tagged you?
      One of the funniest, funnest people in the world. One of the weirdest, too. Peace, pao!

Tagging: jhybeturtle , binsoup , fairlycloudy on LJ. Tagging: Tin, Leng, Dang, Patrick on Multiply.

Tags: demented doses, life in manila, pointless posts, pop culture
coordinates: dining table, my place
state of mind: anxious
background noise: lucia's conversations

I've finally decided which Szymborska lines to commit to. There were too many to choose from. But her Travel Elegy just spoke to me last week, for some reason. So here goes:



And for those of you not fluent in Tattoo, it says:
Everything is mine but just on loan,
Nothing for the memory to hold,
Though mine for as long as I look.

It's there to remind of everywhere I've been,  everyone I've known and every time I felt like the world was mine.

Tags: life in manila, number 42 theories, pointless posts
coordinates: my bedroom
background noise: KN typing over at skype

So a late night conversation with the Monkey Master. I was waxing (almost) lyrical about peanut butter and why it's one of the best things in the world. So the following (paraphrased) conversation ensues:

Monkey Master: We didn't have peanut butter when I was growing up.
c5: How tragic!
Monkey Master: The Communists deprived us of peanut butter. All peanut butter was horded in capitalist societies and we had none.
c5: I reckon you didn't grow peanuts locally.
Monkey Master: Yes. But we had walnuts and peas.
c5: Please don't tell me you had Pea Butter.
Monkey Master: No, we ate burned plastic imported from the West, spread on bread.
c5: That must have stuck to your teeth like a bitch.
Monkey King: We particularly liked those that came from the Philippines, they sometimes had a few atoms of peanut butter left in them.

It was at that point that I almost fell off my chair laughing. Hahahaha.

This may be the funniest conversation I will have this week. It would not be easy to top.

Tags: good days, pointless posts
coordinates: home. the dining table, specifically
state of mind: stuffed with peanut butter
background noise: Annie Lennox -- Dark Road

Tagged by maragtas.

My current desktop:



A couch in Singapore.

Tagging: jhybeturtle, fairlycloudy eclair and binsoup :-)

Tags: geekery, pointless posts, pop culture
coordinates: on a couch in Singapore
state of mind: awake
background noise: tv sounds

I nicked myself the other day,
A unique injury, barely
Exposing soft flesh without blood.
The knife was sharp,
But not enough to scar.

I secured the area,
Cleaned up the flesh,
Cut off the ragged edges,
Found the perfect bandage,
Contained the damage.

So now I wait,
It will take a while,
But the nail will grow,
Over exposed flesh,
'til it looks brand new,
The injury healed, hidden.
A secret between me and my finger.

Tags: demented doses, pointless posts
coordinates: the weirdok apprentice's house (singapore)
state of mind: awake
background noise: bonnie raitt -- I Can't Make You Love Me

Yes. A few times. The most memorable one was in the Black Sea in Varna, Bulgaria. Mostly because we had to hide from overly-eager security guards. Didn't stop us from doing it for a few nights though...

I reckon everyone should swim naked all the time. Because it's one of the best feelings in the world.

Tags: pointless posts, tripping away
coordinates: somewhere in malaysia
background noise: Never is a Promise -- Fiona Apple

I had this done on 1 March 2008. Designed by Pa3k. Inked by Jake the Man.

So 11 tattoos to date. And counting.

Tags: pointless posts, pop culture
state of mind: okay
background noise: people talking about gender issues

So LJ has thing to help unblock their bloggers. Each day (I think) they ask a question that's supposed to get you drooling to write.

I hope it works.

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Today's question is: What do you always carry with you?

Cigarettes, man. Cigarettes.

When I run out of cigarettes or forget them at home, I panic. So I always carry at least 2 packs with me. You know, just in case I get stuck in the middle of a desert island on my way to the grocery. Or some asshole on the street tells me that he thinks I've got a huge pussy -- I would need a lit cigarette to flick at his face. Then I would need another one just to relax and get my Zen back.

A few years back, in KL with a bunch of friends, watching Harold and Kumar Go to the White Castle. Just as Kumar was picking up a hitchhiking Doogie Hawser, the building started to shake. After the initial panic of realising that it was shaking not because we were high out of our asses, we grabbed our things and headed down 7 floors, across the parking lot and into open space. While my friends grabbed their bags and their laptops, I got my ciggies and my lighter. Hell, if I was going to be crushed by Malaysian debris, I wasn't going to be sending anyone email, but I sure as hell would need a freaking fag.


And yeah, if that's not proof that ciggies are not the thing always carry with me, I don't know what is.

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I think the Writer's Block thing helped. But I'm still waiting for my groove back.

Tags: pointless posts
coordinates: somewhere in the Philippines
state of mind: awake
background noise: some insects that sound like message alerts