my my!

It’s been ages since my last post. Did you guys miss me? Yes? NO? Okay. I didn’t miss myself either. Everything’s different. I have a 2 months 30 days old baby girl, waistline’s gone to forever ( no,seriously, I’m a proud owner of a 29 inch waistline. It’s like a dream come true * sparkly eyes* )a not so new hobby and I’m not THAT scared to social situations anymore. *slow clap*. I’m tight like my leggings now, yo! One thing hasn’t changed though–My lack of words describing about the things that happened. So yeah, If you wanna stalk me or something, all I ask is that you do it properly. I don’t have instructions and guidelines to ensure the best quality stalking experience for both of us. It’s all up to you. Don’t kill me, though.

 I’ll leave you some traces of where I go n this here sticky web. 

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May he poop…would you mustard my hole with a genie,babe?

This is Miss Universe 1994- Sushmita Sen. Makes my day everytime I watch this vid.

Also, 

I seriously dance to this (and rofl at the same time.)

the groove makes you move.

Have you been high todaaaaaay…

pimpin’ the wanker

click the image, silly.

kids say the darndest things

Here’s Kaetlin, my favorite 6 year old girl in the world . When she turns 12, I bet her daddy will start buying guns/AK 47, scaring away little boys away from their doorstep or..yeah. I spent time with her yesterday at the mall. She’s going back to China where her daddy works as VP of LEAR Corp. and we’ll be seeing again ’round December ( hopefully earlier than that ). Okay, so much for the intro.  Kaet’s so smart, and intelligent but is so naive at the same time. ( well, what can you expect from a 6 yr old girl who watches TV on mute?) There’s one time, I asked her what she wants to be when she grows up.

Me: Kaet, what do you want to be when you grow up?

This is her little Miss Universe answer:

Kaetlin: I don’t know. Myself, I guess?

 Who would’ve thought she’d answer that?

Now, before we went to the arcade to play air hockey, she saw my bag’s little thinger hanging and she asked me what it was.

Kaetlin: Ateee, what is that?

Me: Uhm.. It’s a small wood, carved into something… ( think bubble -ooo- it’s a miniature penis, damnit! )…

Kaetlin:  hmmn… it’s something like a man. A man with no arms and legs and his face has a crack in the middle.

Me: Uhhhh, Yeah! Exactly!

Hooooboy! What creative mind, this girl has!

crashin’

Like candy to my soul,

 Sweet you rock,

 Sweet you roll .

Beijing Olympics

Not really.

Got married last August 8, 2008. No, I don’t believe that it’s a lucky date.  It so happened that…nah, I’m not in the mood explaining why. Anyway, yeah. The wedding was held at Top’s skyline, Cebu. I’m so happy the weather cooperated and everything went well as planned. It was sooo cocooocoold and it fogged on our way home. I want to thank the One who planted the seeds and make it grow, friends and families who were there who supported us all the way. ( gheez, don’t wanna act melodramatic. I only cry when my pets die).

  more photos here (more…)

Batgirl tee ( acrylic)

 My friend Nikki and I made a collabo with this tee design. She did most of the outline and I did most of the crappy black and white shading parts.( this piece is not yet through, though.)

Never give what you’re good at for free.

- The Joker

Once upon a time

Eeeeeeeeeek!!!! (clickit)

The voice acting ( for animation) company contacted me again. I’m kind of disappointed because it took them a month to finally contact me back to get things started.  Now I’m kind of not sure if I really want it anymore. Anyway, I’m not really that good but I try to sound atleast comically appropriate in a way where I get to portray the character(s) just the way it should sound.  My demo was an excerpt from my favorite movie Babe, The Gallant Pig. Yes, that’s my fave movie of all time. True story.

Just click the link above if you want to hear some pig, cat,duck and dog talking.

hypnotise

read this blog… read this blog… read this blog

you’ll awake feeling refreshed and promiscuous.

Oh Snap! FAIL..

I’ve been listening to these series of hypnotic mp3s called Creative Mind System and Awakened Mind system. It actually eats 2 hours of my day but I listened to it while I was asleep ( Alpha- Theta Stage). I’m not really sure if this thing works.  I’m not even sure if it really is gonna make my creativity and my memory work like I how I want it to work. Heck, I really don’t care. All I know is that everytime I listen to it, I get the same feeling when I accidentally ate 4 enchanted cookies.

I get colorful dreams. ^________^

and Unicorns and Carebears.

I’m a bit sad knowing that George Carlin died. He’s like my fave next to Mark Twain, Homer Simpson and Bender.  He didn’t believe in God so heaven and hell is not an option for him. Wherever he is, hope he continues stand-up comedy.

 May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house.

George Carlin

 

 Atheists express their rage against God although in their view He does not exist.

–C. S. Lewis

Later Cheesecakes!

Schmoking is dangerous to your

Rough sketch ( I know, I’m not good at it but lemme color it then maybe I can do madjeek)  and initial coloring of Nita ( my imaginary friend). For some annoying reason, my Open Canvas software is acting up. I’ll downloand Painter X and give it a try. Will post the final piece 40 years from now.

My foot is for sale

When your day started off with the wrong foot, might as well cut it or sell it 50% less than its original price.  Now, I’m not really gonna talk about my foot just so you know. I am going to talk about the birds and the bees. Next time.

I got tired of looking at my blog’s old template design and its boring header. If you happen to visit this site before ( yes, I’m talking to Me,Myself and I–who are pretty much a regular reader to this regular crap) this template is tooowtally different than it was. Not because it’s crappier, but because I like it. For every man who wants to rule the world, there’ll be a man who just wants to be free. Like my shoes.

Also, temptation is everywhere. I’z gotta getta pair of shooz!

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Question:  Do you think most poets are depressed or just hungry? 

( yeah, I know my foot is ugly) 

one lazy afternoon

The Unkee Cokee woke me up ( well, I guess he knew I was just pretending that I was asleep) and showed me some photos of his  concentration camp. As expected, there are girly curtains, girly bedsheet, A miniature wrestling guy ( which The Unkee plays or if he needs self help…)an old hotdog bear and lotsa original DVDs. He hates Jack Sparrow, I guess.  I say it’s more than a concentration camp for jews like me. Ok, so much for the intro. We actually bragged how small our rooms are and we were not making any sense. In the middle of our convo, we got serious..somehow.

 rodayashiro (2:41:10 PM): i tend to forget the important things like cookies
rodayashiro (2:41:22 PM): and bunnies and ’stache and pancakes
coco_men182 (2:42:43 PM): Yes, the important things. People seem to be focusing on politics and poverty these days that they tend to forget about cookies and pancakes. And DJ-ing bunny rabbits.
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freedom of a blank stare

cantmakeagoodtitle.iamhungry.SMILEperhaps?

There’s this guy in the office who comes in if he wants to. Two days ago, he came in again without warning. I was a little bit surprised when I saw him but I kept my cool and gave him my jillion dollar smile. He smiled back and asked  “How are you”? I quickly  answered “Never better”. I hurriedly went past through where he was standing but before I made another step he asked me again with another question

Is that your real hair color? (more…)

inked

That is all. 

Translation you say? 

Later… 

My heart’s crippled by the vein that I keep on closin’

Another peegee bloodbath. Unkee Cokee, I know this looks so cliché. I’m runnin’ out  of creative juices right now. Please don’t kill me. This is for you. Hugs?

I got one word for you today

Eeeeeewest!

I was wrong.

There was no hell week. I thought it was gonna be *i toast you to death week*, but lordie, was I glad to know the good devils are gone! I had a pit stop in heaven. *sigh*                                              

                                                                   I lived on the moon, you know.

                       Animation by Yannick Puig from Kwoon’s album Tales and Dreams.

Also, I gots me a new Lab/Jack Russel pup. Her name’s Leela Labrador Russel Quijano. Pretty blue eyed girl. I love her already!  

I has blue eyezzz                            I’z not hammered. Really!

 I will post my peegee stuff next time ( that’s a promise Unkee Cokee Dokee).

Wooof*
 

FawQue all chain letter freaks!

Future forecast: I’m going to hell for a week. Or two.Seriously.

I don’t thnk that it’s a good thing to be excited about it because I tell you, I go to hell every 2-3 months for almost a year now and it’s a growing pain in the groin. It’s meeting SATAN Week again . You see, handling my demons is no match to meeting my Satan because it talks fire and ice with the speed of uh, Son Goku’s Shunkan Idô, it makes my ears bleed and heart explode. I know you don’t understand what I’m talking. Guess what? I don’t either.  So yeah, last night was rather a good night. I had sax. Yes, I spelled it right. I had sax. I made up that term, alright. What are you thinking?  Let me tell you the story behind it. I went to a barbeque grill resto with my angels, stopped by at a music bar after and had sax. There’s this japanese guy they call Taka and he jammed along with the local band playing. He brought his instrument that looked like an elongated penis with  vagina holes on it.  I heard that it’s popularly called  Saxophone.  So he started playing it and I was like *Whoah!* Its like music has had a chance encounter with porn and come away scratched and bruised. Ok, I keed. It’s like the best porn I’ve ever heard in a long time. Maybe some of you find listening to Sax a gay thing, but for me, listening to it gives me the pleasure of having eargasms with flowing earwax  like Mastercard. Priceless!  So yeah, the background music in my blog is by Dave Koz called Deeper than love. meowf.*

 After reading this entry, you will suffer 48 years of heartache and painful gonorrhea  

wochoogwoochoogwoochooog!

If Pac-Man had affected us as kids, we’d all be running around in dark rooms, munching pills and listening to repetitive electronic music. Marcus Brigstocke:

Out from the hospital and bed rest and boredom, I made a pacman tshirt design. woochoog!

A leeleel update

Because I lied about not being busy, I owe myself  *erk* an apology. (*facing myself in the mirror* I’m sorry, I lied. Me nodding back, telling *it’s ok. I understand*)

On to the update:

I am currently doing some serious stuff like drinking ’til my drinking buddy drops and robbing banks using toothpick and spoon. I also am making this corporate website owned by 3 little pigs. And lastly, this blog site will never be the same again. I mean, it had lame contents, right? Well, I am proud to announce that It will be lamer this time, giving you graphical contents only my dog understands. To give you a sample, here’s an unedited version of the 8-page mini comic book Nikki *Moomeengk*  Frances( a genius friend of mine )illustrated. I still have to edit this but I wanna give you a raw sample just like that raw rat above. This comic booklet is called Miss Fortune - Lamest Cat Story ever. (If you want a pdf copy, just tell me, and we’ll meet halfway with 1 Jillion dollars.) hmnkay, that is all for now.

Christmas break

Flyin'  to Singapore today - I will meet some aborigines and koalas–wait, that's somewhere else.

 Happy holidays elephants! =)

spare tyre

What you can do now, you might think of doing it later. Or never.

For the lack of words, procrastination somehow beats my hands in some days where I only do is enjoy staring walls and sailing the ceiling. My natural skepticism about doing "brilliant" ideas kicks in only to find myself not doing a thing what I really wanted to do because, like at a busy intersection, many paths in my life are joining together all at once. I don't even how to tie my shoelaces. Also, this Christmas thing is bugging me. I am generous. But obligatory gift giving ticks me in a way I sometimes wish that Christmas is Halloween. Break out of the routines of my mundane I-start-my-day-at-twelve-o'clock-midnight life means OVERHAUL. I should overhaul. and get fat( my undying wish!)

I’m not really busy.

I just don't like entertaining people that much. With that said, let me tell you why I am not really busy. With all my funload at work , I don't feel that certain feeling I felt a year ago.( gahd curse some chinamens!)  –reminds me of what I read somewhere about corporate hierarchy. Lemme illustrate it to you.

No offense to my boss who is likely gonna read this ( because he checks every link on the database opened in the internets) I mean, it's a funny joke ( jokes are half meant they say but this one's a bit true than what it illustrates in general) but then again I can't help but ask " What stage do I belong?" Ha, I obviously know the answer. But I love my job, so there.

Aside from being a sociopath, clueless loser ( we-we-wait…) and NOT busy, I spend my time doing unimportant stuff like attending guitar clinics (I just had an whoasome time watching Jeff Kollman much as the fun I had 3 years ago with Gary Hoey.)
I wish my guitar heroes ( Paul Gilbert and Nuno Bettencourt) will have a clinic tour here in my little country (Cebu) soon as well. 

And since I'm not really busy, I started making my own lab decoding the human genes ( I was a human genome sequencer by day and a flying elephant by night) just like Chandra Suresh . I also learned to make my first fluffy-fury bag using my super P1.00 needle and nifty thread   and is reading The Silmarillion by this genius orc named J.R.R Tolkien while typing this crap.

That is all. Bow. 

I just read ancient egyptian algebra

It’s all the same. What manner it is, symbolic notation, and rules for rewriting mathematical statements leave their truth unchanged. Life’s a mathematical drama with an x, y, z formula. Also, the square root of your hand is divisible by a chainsaw.

Happy Christmas all!. 

Yeah, short hair. meh!

mindsturbating

  .. been gone for a month. Well, not really gone. Just lazy writing incoherent babbles (and to the fact that nobody reads these mindless thoughts, why bother caressing my fingers over this fragile keyboard’s skin and type contents you will never understand?).  So yeah, it’s been a little back and forth lately. Nothing much to say aside from a not so old news that my toenails have risen from the dead, I don’t eat pork anymore because I realised that peegees are my friends and they are cute and I moved in to a new apartment . This is my first time renting someone’s pad and I kinda like it. My hands got  excited when it saw the ugly  walls so it  decided to spongepaint the walls and drew a peegee and a guitar chic.

 Thanks to Nikki for the being such a great artistic adviser. Love ya! and to Aimee for letting me pimp her fridge. Love ya too.

 Also, to those who owe me peegees, cars, house and lot and another 100 years of wasting life- I’ll be wearing my birthday suit four days from now. Pay me.

FIN. 

Where will my bangs take me?

 
to new heights?

new horizons?

heaven?

All I know is that I'm sad. My dog [Fly] died. I need to cry. 

Mary Jane’s enchanted cookies.

Want to, but I can’t help it I love the way it feels
It’s got me stuck between my fantasy and what is real
I need it when I want it
I want it when I don’t
Tell myself I’ll stop everyday knowin’ that I won’t

I got a problem an’ I (don’t know what to do about it)
Even if I did, I don’t know if I would quit but I doubt it.
I’m taken by the thought of it
And I know this much is true
Baby, you… have become my addiction
I’m so strung out on you
I can barely move
But I like i-it

So then it’s all because of you

Never get enough. She’s the sweetest drug.

Was sober when I painted this, though. ( not done with this digital painting yet)

simper

A smile can make wonders; like those beautiful hands that draw your lips in perfect shape, that wants to go near my ear and whisper sweet words only my eyes understand while it spell its glitters '' can I keep you between these lines?''.

Yes, this ^  smile  ^
      Mood: dA Love

• Listening to: FFXII soundtrack
• Reading: your future
• Watching: you watching me
• Playing: marbles and imaginary kite
• Eating: my right shoe
• Drinking: You