all tuckered out.

‘Nuff said. (Well, not really, I would give my thanks for all the help from the presscon to the party. (and that’s my cue to give yourselves a pat on the back, from me — the family, the “family,” the excellent people at work [special thanks to Cheekie for the Sobranies!], FTW people who share drinks with me, and the users who enjoyed themselves at the party! and yeah, you could help out by propagating the “hrudu haet christmas” campaign — Happy Holidays!)

(image galing sa Rangman)

well, that was futile.

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Yip. Went out, basically a food run a couple of miles off. (Plus it’s a neat little inside joke between me and Andrea, the devourer of all chicken.)

Ngayon alam ko na ano pakiramdam lumabas pag eleksyon.

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I like ending my week with ABriefMessage. It’s a neat little idea.

on living forever.

Relaying some information I’ve learned from my “brother” to write this article, my boss Laz asked the question: “so, how does it feel to get your article published?” Of course the question was drowned out in the sound of the bacchanalian festivities going on at our table, and with it, my answer — I love it.

Like I’ve told him the first time we talked, I like to write, do doodles and create stuff. It’s a great way to live forever.

As Steve Pavlina puts it in this podcast (right-click and choose “Save As…”, 30:08 minutes, 13.8 MB), “[creative self expression] is that state of flow, that timeless state you’re in, where you’re not really aware so much of what you’re doing, it’s more of a sense of being, you’re right there in the moment, you’re in the present moment, expressing naturally who you are.”

I love the truth. My love for it has opened doors that utilize my creativeness to spread it. Those doors are maintaining a blog, talks with my friend Kash on starting a magazine to champion print media, my chance at writing for the site, my secret life as a tabloid writer (oops, haha) and my application as contributor for WeirdAsiaNews. (Truth in the form of outrageous headlines.)

Spreading “The Truth” and honing my skills at the same time? Growth, bey-beh.

I mean, come on, my brain is my source of income — if I wanted to do physical labor, I would’ve worked out more.

[10292007 edit: Earlier this week, the same "brother" asked me if he could post one of my older articles on his site. Published twice in one week? Winnery! Woohoo!]

Protected: only because this rocks harder than anyone’s nanay.

happy birthday, jam!

Happy birthday, you redhorse-chugging, symmetric-dimple-having, preschool-teaching teacher you.

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On a side note, it’s been a full year since the magic started. Not that the skill has been fully-honed, it’s just that everyday’s a new day for discovery.

farewell, brother.

My good friend Carlo a.k.a. Ice is leaving today for Jakarta.  (for good)

Cavefeci Abditum, brother!