I'm so very ordinary  nothing special on my own

it's my first attempt to use Adobe Illustrator after 48 yrs of thinking if it's worth it.

heck, my new job requires me to use it so I have no choice. I gots me friend here Nikko "Lexie"

 as my willing model as always. so wacha think? 

note: this is my unfinished version. 

And with this baffling phenomenon

]]> http://midori.i.ph/blogs/midori/?p=54 http://midori.i.ph/blogs/midori/?p=54#comments Wed, 24 Jan 2007 12:03:00 +0000 midori http://midori.i.ph/blogs/midori/?p=54 1. No matter what my problem is, it’s the fault of someone other than
myself, and the appropriate response is to find that person and kill him
with my bare hands.

2. To be truly attractive, a woman must wear high heels and an outfit so
tight you can tell whether she’s cold or not from across the room.

3. There are two kinds of women in the world: The type that want to go to
bed with you, and the type want to kill you. Both types are physically
attractive and under 25 years old.

4. If I rudely argue with my boss in front of my co-workers, not only won’t
he fire me, but he will gain a profound respect for me.

5. If I can find an important enough mission, it will supercede my
obligations to perform household chores, bathe, and call the next day.

6. If I go without bathing, swear a lot, and treat women badly, they will
adore me.

7. If a woman tries to clean a bullet wound and I curse in pain, she will
fall in love with me.

8. Anyone who isn’t a cop, mercenary soldier, and/or private investigator
is a homosexual. Or at least a sissy.

]]> http://midori.i.ph/blogs/midori/?p=52 http://midori.i.ph/blogs/midori/?p=52#comments Tue, 23 Jan 2007 10:45:00 +0000 midori http://midori.i.ph/blogs/midori/?p=52 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.

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what does this mean? Linguistic Architect, huh? I don't get it. lawls. You see, I need to put a little extra creative oomph into the realm of my faculty. I felt like my brain was fried(literally) last night inside the sauna --(just because i was alone and ruled the room for 20 minutes trying to sweat off those toxins with no luck at all. the Shiatsu was good...and the *wink wink* but but but... I hardly sweat these days. Is a workout in bed a good idea to sweat off? lawls again.)

Oh boy! I had so much bollocks for the last 2 weeks. I felt like I need to shut out the extraneous noise and escape into my own world. I can't jet off to Bermuda, so I make my own private island paradise. they say that when you are sorting/fixing out some issues, compromise is a tool that comes in handy. Well, not for me. I am not an everyday, run-of-the-mill character, and I am not looking for anything less than anything equally unique and dandy. Why confine myself to superficial world where the words "troubleshooting" and "nosy" get along so well, then? 

If they can't take the heat, they're gonna have to get out of your kitchen. You're not mincing words now, and you're looking for someone who can keep up with you. Give 'em a few ingredients and see what they can do.

  . . . . I need to sweat off badly.

Oh, I'll try dancin' Beyoncé's tunes. I remember a friend blogged about it. her neighbor plays Beyonce's song every morning before she gets off for work and how strangely it has become her own version of "bayang magiliw".

beyoncé's song=bayang magiliw= sweat? 

but then again.. I am..

When music really mattered and when radio was king,
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything

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been doing a short movie cebuano script for now, keepin' myself busy.

and i'm taking the long way around with things. 

 i'll be back to normal (was i really normal?)next week, hopefully. ( my mental retardation is taking its toll. i just hope these pink pills (B complex, silly!) will help me keep my brain in shape again after being mentally harrassed by some..some... shite assholes

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Just came back from the hospital. i got the most painful-EST shots (antihistamine and steroids in both arms) in my entire life. it didn't end there. i got two blood extractions,too. and i'm happy with all these holes in my skin. i am just so happy! it's over. that viral infection was down the drain weeping now. i can't stop my pursuit of Happyness. if it ends now, where will i be forever and ever from now? i promised somebody about the "forever and ever" thinger y'know.. 

i need my midnight express. good thing there's Nuno Bettencourt. I wanna marry his hands right now!!! 

yes! i demand a break!!!

 been skipping work for 3 days now. I just had my ultrasound result and boy was i happy!!! i just have a cystic follicle in my ovary that is as big as my right eye. no! it's not what you think. i ain't gonna die any sooner from this. the doc said it's bearable. just let it be and die naturally. WAHT??? it's nothing serious. yes, i'm serious! and and i had fever last night that made me chill and cry like a baby asking myself why am i such a limp and a sick baby? i don't wanna go to the hospital anymore! been in and out last year..i just don't wanna...aaaaa...what's this itchy bump on my skin? looks like measles but a lot bigger. like a map-like measles etched on my skin...aaaaaaaaaaa!!!

GIVE ME A BREAK!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

am i mad? of course not!!! 

Oh, they say madness runs in our family. Some even call me mad. And why? Because I dared to dream of my own race of atomic monsters, atomic supermen with octagonal shaped bodies that suck blood...

 Am I going crazy? Have my years of wild hedonism finally caught up with me?

Satan, is that you?