Read about this teeniebopper who designs Myspace layouts and is a self made millionaire. Hmmm, maybe I should hit the adult entertainment industry and make layouts for them. Doesn't this make you sick? Not to be hating but it really drives me insane at how lucky some freaks of nature get.

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

-Paul Altreideis, DUNE

Committed Facebook suicide the other day....I feel, cleaner somehow.

Pretty tight book on swiss (or 'Grid') based design and layout. With cool overlays on existing designs that show how they correspond with a grid system. Not bad for $20.00.

Labels: Graphic Design

There's an abundance of tragedy in day to day existence that screams with such distinction about the finiteness of our lives.

My fiancee's sister was walking along in LA with several of her co-workers when a driver who was engrossed in waving hello to one of his homies lost control of his vehicle and sped towards the pavement, killing two of her friends and putting a third in critical condition. This took place in LA, and fortunately they caught the little shithead. Turned out to be a 19 year old hispanic male, who's being tried as an adult can add manslaughter to his list of charges, an upgrade from vehicular manslaughter. He fled and even dragged one of the female victims along in his beaten up piece of shit ride. He'll be someones wife in jail soon I'm certain. And now his life is royally fucked beyond anything and that in itself is definitely an evil thing. Despite our tendency to demonize him, despise him and anything else just imagine in an eyeblink your life is shattered beyond repair. I don't think that the guy deliberately wanted to run over people unless he'd been playing GTA and was high as a kite.

And now she has to seek counseling. How strange it must feel to have come within an inch flirtation with death, knowing that people you know died instantly. She also has to dodge reporters to add stress to an already stressed out situation. Fortunately she didn't stick around for media morons to annoy and harass as she left the scene to contact people, phone 911, etc. She didn't stand around gawking by spode into quick action. I admire her for it, too. To top it off, she just got through a battle with Breast Cancer earliest in the year and won. Wow, two close encounters with death and she survived! Amazing...simply amazing.





Read about it here.

Labels: Art of Life

Borocay was indescribably beautiful, and I think it would take you a solid month in this earthly paradise to fully drink it all in. It's an all out attack on the senses, the thick layer of serenity and gorgeousness instantly melted away the thick icy layers that one gets from enduring a frozen hell for so long. I suddenly felt so diabolically spoiled rotten being here, like it was a cardinal sin when others were freezing their silly asses back home in shitcago. I liken it to Hawaii on steroids, but with Mexico's cheapness. There were many similarities to Mexico about the Philippines: both people's love Mango, use pesos, and are insanely opportunistic.

We met this ultra cool guide named Sallyboy who we hired to take us snorkeling then island hopping. My girl and I started feeding entire schools of fishies bread, and the gorgeous multi hued fishies attacked the food I offered em, and I enjoyed feeling their nibbling on my hands...amazing. Comically, these small rowboat 'salesmen' came about and tried selling us icecream or bocajuice (coconut juice) which was fucken hillarious. 'Philippino service' with a smile. I was tempted to buy some just because it was so absurdly funny.

Afterwards we headed to a insane seafood market where we bought enough food to feed a king: scrumptious blue marlon fillets, live dungeonous crab, live lobster wearing beautifully colored armor, and prawns the length of my hand. Sallyboy even got us the necessary ingredients, red chillies, garlic, vinegar for meat-sauce. I asked them if they were sick of seafood and they nodded, and it seemed that they loved red meat much more. My tagalog's getting tight, and most Flips seem to think I've got a very pliable tongue, who knew? :P


We then went to this isle called the Crystal cove and went cave exploring while our lunch was being prepared on a natural outdoor grill. The caves were crazy, and on the following day we explored cave #2 with this Russian couple we befriended who were staying at the same hotel we were at.

Speaking of Hotels, don't ever do what we did which was stay at the horrid Microtel. The first day our room was late, and then some crazy old fart started banging hysterically on the door that seperates the rooms at 4 am. I roared something challengingly and the fuckhead shat up. Turned out the crazy old fool was some obnoxious American geezer who was also complaining about others and was transferred next to us. Anyways, we complained and got an upgrade. But the staff nickel and dime you for stupid shit and it gets irritating real fast. Your best bet is to grab a room around station 1, they've got very comfy quarters there and theres plenty of places to shop and eat at. Not to mention most of the tenants are westerners and foreigners. I don't know bout you but I much rather prefer hanging with the locals. Fuck tourists!

The following morning a school of kids came swarming around us and picking out the prettiest seashells and stones along the shore. We gave em some coins but they were more happy when we gave em our bags of chips, which they greedily fought after. You notice these kids seemed more natural, more like kids ought to be. They weren't these horrifically spoiled little snots back in the states. There was this keen subtle smartness in their eyes which I admired. They weren't even looking to get paid or expecting anything in return, they simply were glad to demonstrate the keeness of their vision.

On Fri night, we went to the atms and found they were depleted. All of the locals attack it at once because it's payday, plus all the tourists also do so to prepare for their weekend partaying. S'all good, because my girlfriend got sick from having eaten too much crab. These American college kids in line were asking us how to get cash, because its a cash society here...and some of em were whinning 'We're so screwed' which made me laugh. My girl and I hopped in a tricycle back to Microtel, got some cash in our safe box, then headed to dinner at this place called Friday's. We had a memorable meal: blue marlon kabobs, oysters, seafood pie, salmon, shrimp, etc...all fresh, all delicious. The meal burned a large imprint in my mental camera.

I enjoyed walking along the dark beach, feeling the subtle wind on my back as I walked along with my gal back home. I loved the walkways, the huts and bungallows, and everything about this place made me swollen with envy and flooded my brain with immense love. How anybody could resist such a place was beyond me. Of course, some people were so stiff here, especially the foreigners. They simply hung at the hotel like a bunch of damned idiots, baking red like lobsters and getting massages. They didn't dare go venture out and even snorkel, much less go island hopping or cave exploring. Only the Russians did, and they hardly spoke a speck of English but they were fun and had a blast.

I'm now back in Manila, in my sig other's village. She's at church with her mom. I loved it there, the whiteness, and the sacred austere of the humble yet spacious place. I loved the play lot next to it where she used to swing and play when she was a little girl, and the Mackahaya that grows natively in the grass, which she used to also play with....also known as the shy plant, the praying plant or the sensitive plant. Mine back home committed suicide, I'll need to get a new one now.

Okay, more when I get back home. I've written a ton in my handwritten journal I'll have to transfer to my blog when I come home. Wish me a safe flight!

I'm in Net topia writing this, an internet cafe in this euge mall here in Manila. I realized that my appetite upon coming here shifted and lessened considerably, I think the humidity and heat has dissolved my ordinary eating patterns. I love it here, I really do. It's so damned lively, its always chaotic and filled with people everywhere you go. Sure, the poverty is rather depressing at times...but there'll always be such impoverished elements in any major human hub. But the poor here, they're not like the bums and beggars back home. You can see the desperation in their eyes. The children beggars are aggressive little sonofabitches. It occured to me that these little scallywags could rake in a very sexy income for themselves in the states. Actually I don't think homeless children are condoned in the states, they become wards of the state instead. I don't care how much of a greedy yuppified self absorbed American you are, you'd be dumbstruck at the impoverished squatter cities that exist here in pockets.

I've written a ton. I've been subsisting on san miguel beer, mangos, and have been pampered like an Asian prince by my girlfriends family. The other day I got a foot spa for the first time in my life, and the funny lady speaking in Tagalog said that my feet were dry as a bone. She scrapped the layers of dead flakey skin off, smiling and cracking lighthearted jokes all the while. Everythings fucken cheap here, it'd blow your mind.

Life here can be so, well....Asian. It's really an entirely different universe. You have to toss aside all of your Americanism. There's this harshness, this no nonsense side to Philippines. My asian sensibilities understands it, but at times my Western half gets sort of...annoyed by various aspects. How Philippino's are so distrustful toward one another, sort of tactless in some regards, and very classist. Oh well, every race is imperfect in its own unique way...

My fingers are too tired to type more. Ciao...more when I get back!

FUK | This blog's pretty useful, it talks about scams and also real ways to make real $$ online...not all of these bullshit methodologies I always tend to ignore.

Read this shit it's funny.

Labels: art of love, lmfao

Apparently some Street Artist who goes by the alias 'Solve' managed to put one of his 'installations' aboard the CTA Blue Line recently. It's caused quite a riot of course...wonder how he managed to get the damned thing jacked into a power source? Shit I would've been like 'Free tv set, yay!' haha...even if it is a crappy piece of electronic shit. But then I might get busted and goto jail, the blasted contraption is most likely ill begotten.

So is this 'art' nowadays, or life imitating art?

From the creators of 'Jihadists gone wild' and 'Kill that American Infidel, the Revenge' we finally have the whole thing figured out, so it works out for everyone....duh duh duh duhhhhhhh Mystery solved: We now know why Terrorists want to kill anyone who's not Muslim. According to their website and other material, several now reformed ex terrorists have shed the light on the topic and on the elusive reason. Guess what? They hate us! Yep, it's true. I know what you're thinking, how can anyone possibly hate American's? Aren't we pretty much the entire world as a whole? :)

Okay its much more informative that I let on. It's damned interesting stuff. First off, did you even know there's actual live terrorists right here in our own fucken back yard. Some guy who was trained by Osama Bin Laden dwells in a Mosque right here in the fucken Windy City...but hells bells someone tell me what the fuck our brilliant Homeland Security force is doing what about it? They're harassing illegal immigrants, thats what! One can't help but to laugh and giggle at the very name. It's become something of a joke, and it has 0 street creds.

I was told by a friend of mine told me that one of these guys did a comparative translation from the Qur'an and the bible. There were striking similarities in terms of terms used. For instance, they refer to their patron deity Mohamed as The Deceiver. Which, if anybody who hasn't dwelt in a cave for the last decade knows is the term used to describe Satan. The religion itself was created out of envy of Christianity. In truth, it's a man contrived religion, no ifs ands or buts about it. It's right up there with scientology as far as I'm concerned.

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I WOKE UP with a slight hangover. My boy Noel dropped by and I was rather thrilled to see him, particularly because he was toting two cases of Samuel Adams...do you know Sam? He’s one of my bestest of friends. He’s always there for you when you need him, he’s not emotionally unavailable like so many so called friends are…whenever you have worries or fears he has this magical power to erase the pain away. He’s my therapist, my advisor, my personal consultant and he always makes ugly people look more attractive than they actually are.

I started advising Noel to start dating around proactively, since he’s gone through a relatively difficult breakup. He's quite resistant to the idea. He was thinking he was being intrusive because it was V-day, and I laughed..."Everyday's Valentines Day for my gal!" I said, and it was quite true. I think he’s still in the wallowing stage, which takes a hell of a long time to get through. I remember mine with my ex, it was horrendous….and that wasn’t even a good sane or healthy one! I guess there’s very good reason a guy must suffer the pains and tribulations of dating girls who turn out to be serious byiatches. It teaches you that beauty lasts about as long as a fart in the wind. My wallowing was so, I don’t know…an incomprehensible blur of lurid imagery. Drinking alone in dark uninteresting bars; waking up with unholy headaches and intolerable agonies, praying to the Almighty himself to purge you of that old familiar feeling, or simply trying to lose yourself in the thrill of the hunt. I was like a social predator in a way, seeking out my own Anabel Lee but finding next to nothing.

They say not to search for love, but whoever says that has never tasted it. Love is patient, but finding love takes incredible impatience, relentlessness, resourcefulness and great precision. It’s never easy like in the movies, and if it wasn’t as rare as a orchid in the desert then everyone would have it and being authorities in getting it now wouldn’t they? So next time you hear that annoying piece of un-wisdom just blast the idiot who tells it.
Anyways, Noel will be sauntering off to the Philippines right after me, I’m sure he’ll forget all about his woes of the heart here in shietcago. There’s plenty of sweet looking hunnies to be had over there. He kept asking me if I was ready to settle, and I chuckled…’Uh, haven’t I already?’ well I have. I can’t imagine myself being single, having to tirelessly pursue chicks who aren’t even half the woman my significant other is. My new passion, my new purpose is chasing my dreams. I’ve got the girl already, now I need to make my first million…no seriously, I do. I’ve got enough crazy shit going on in my brain to fill up Millennium Park.
So I joined one of those listing sites called Blog Catalog. Immediately upon being accepted I saw all of these so called bloggers who were actually money grubbers…you know, they get you to goto their blogs and beg you shamelessly to click on their ads. Fuck that shit! I don’t have one muthafucken ad on my blog, I don’t use Google ad sense, and I don’t care to either. I don’t envision visitors wanting to click on ads that lead to penis enlargement pills, valestra, Viagra, or buying cheap property on some island resort in the Bahamas.

Labels: Art of Life, art of love

An interesting article talking about how to write journals, life stories, and the like. It's a pretty good kick off to getting memories published. You never know!

Daniel Parmenter, age 20, last of Westchester, Ill.
Catalina Garcia, age 20, last of Cicero, Ill.
Ryanne Mace, age 19, last of Carpentersville, Ill.
Julianna Gehant (pronounced Ghee-hant), age 32, last of Mendota, Ill.
Gayle Dubowski, age 20, last of Carol Stream, Ill.


As some of you may already know some crazed grad student at Northern University in Dekalb IL went on a shooting spree, blasting away at a throng of students at random.

Imagine you're at school, at work, shopping at Target or Wal-Mart and out comes some damaged individual with a gun who starts blowing people away for whatever the sick puppy has going on in his damaged brain. It's become a sudden national trend, and nobodies safe from it. Hell, 2 statewide incidents only a mere week apart! The first I speak of is the Lane Bryant shooting of five women inside of the store in Tinley Park, a suburb of Chicago. And for what? The asshole stole two hundred bucks. Devastating. Who's going to protect you? Our overweight donut eating pension collecting cops? Yeah right. They're tools, and useless ones at that. Don't entrust your safety to them. I think everyone out there living in a major metropolis in our great society needs to step up with the street smarts, learn to override the stupid school of thought that every human is a decent law abiding citizen, and take the necessary steps to defending ones self. Hell I think there ought to be bullet proof sweaters made! Call me paranoid, call me whatever the fuck you want but you'd be whistling a different sort of tune if you were to be caught with your pants down when some stupid sonofabitch tries to mug, murder or rape you.

Isn't it scary in the least where we're all so numb, so utterly desensitized to horrific tragedies like this? Not only does it not shock us, we've come to expect it. Well thanks to the media sensationalizing the V-tech massacre, expect lots of mental cases to be copy catting that national horror story.

I think Godlessness has some part in this recurring acts of mindless violence. Let's face it, America's strayed way off of its theme of 'One nation under God'. All of these liberal fucktards who are so anti-God and anti-morality, anti anti anti have driven anything remotely teaching ethical behavior, or which instills a common sense of morality in people. It offends them to do so, religion in any capacity scares the living shit out of them, its an affront to their lifestyles. Strangely enough they don't even practice what they preach which is acceptance and supposed tolerance. But their own doctrines are simply lazy half-ass justifications for acting like irrational idiots. Then you got actual professors in top notch universities who've gone from being the elite intelligentsia to propagandists and in a weird sort of way they're more like secular clerics who preach messages of anti-faith, anti-belief.

Common sense isn't so common these days. Why in blazes some people even goto school for is beyond me, many college grads couldn't even find their own home state on a damned map, much less grasp the basic precepts of math and science, and don't even get me started on literature, art, and history even. The teacher's themselves aren't much better off, they lack the infectious passion and pride they once possessed...

We all need to become vigilantes. That, or elevate the status of police. Give them a major wage upgrade, specialized training, increase standards and restrictions, better weapons, martial arts training, grenades, rocket launchers, flame throwers, batman like gadgetry...cool shit like that. Oh and let them keep any drug-money that they find on raids, call it a 'Profit sharing' aspect of the job. That'd clear the streets of drug infestation!

RIP to all of those poor dead students.