buhay-talaga. IM BAAACK

I’m back, finally.

The past few days have been the darkness before the light of this whole experience. The last few days of stretching to regain my height have been very taxing. The pain has been concentrated on my feet and has become more… colorful – from feeling like someone was electrocuting my soles, pulling my toenails, or gnawing on my foot joints. And not even the morphine could take that away.

But that phase has ended and it has ended happily. I don’t think I have to take morphine anymore and I am happy that I didn’t get addicted to it. I don’t guzzle down liters of water per day – a side effect when you need to heal fast.

I started to reach out to talk to people. I met this guy and we’re great friends now. He reminds me a lot like Michael. And quite frankly I have a crush on him.

That is all.

pain. My Confession

Pain. I’ve noticed one thing. Every time I talk about my recovery and what happened to my legs, there is always the word pain somewhere in the conversation – whether it’s about the pain medicines or what kind of pain it is. I must be obsessed with pain.

Last night, right after I took Morphine, my mom decided to drop a bomb on me. She was telling me how hard it was for the doctor, which is also her boyfriend, to go through the corrective part of my recovery, even though we are in the last week of that phase. She was talking fast and I was getting sleepy. The conversation had very little balance. She told me how much stress he has every time he sees me in pain when he adjusts the equipment everyday - he just doesn’t want me to see, she says. Then she told me about how low my tolerance to pain is and other stuff. By this time, she was speaking gibberish. So I said “So what’s your point, mom? Tell me what to do.”

“Just be truthful about your pain. If you really can’t handle it, then say so. But if you can, then don’t start going on about it. It stresses out Tito (our name for her boyfriend) because he thinks he’s hurting you and it doesn’t help you either.”

Well, I guess she’s right. Talking about pain and me thinking about it doesn’t help me at all. In fact, the more you think about the pain, the more painful it becomes. And I’ve been guilty of that.

But what can I say? I think it’s a man thing. Some kind of macho bullshit I carry inside of me even though I think I’m too mature (and too gay) to have macho bullshit. The more pain you can stand, the more of a man you are. So maybe if I could show these people that I’m in so much pain, they’ll think “Grabe talaga si Mikey, he has to go through all that pain.”

So there’s my confession. I, D’ken of this blog, am a victim of believing some macho bullshit that more pain makes you manlier. I hereby promise myself to stop wearing my scars because they are no longer attractive, and to remember that pain only makes you more of a man if you can learn from it.

blogs. Sinister Beauty

Evil is Beautiful.

PAYOR posted these nice group of photos of sinister women. And for some odd reason, I love it.


Special Notice to the Leigh Vivian b/w photo near the evil queen from sleeping beauty.

blogs. I've Been A Baaad Blogger

I believe that good bloggers stick to their blog's theme - at least 80% of the time - whether it's "I'm a dead homo boy," "my bitchy comments on my social life," "good art and great pecs," or "everything that interests the modern gay guy."

Now, you might as well should call my blog "blog leeching with asian hotties" when it's really supposed to be about my recovery. I haven't even posted one thing about the accident. hahaha.

But seriously, who wants to read about how many pain killers I take per day? or how the rainy season affects the stainless steel pins impaling my calves? There's really not a lot I could write about and I don't even want to write about it. It just doesn't give a positive attitude (whinning about the occasional tightness and electricuting pain) - but cute asian models do.

So there, that's my defence to the "what do asian guys posing in a jungle have to do with your broken leg" email I recieved a few hours ago.

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And one more thing, about the whole asian guys thing. I post asian guys 'cause... well... there aren't a lot of asian guys. Plus, most guys, even asian guys, dont think we're good looking at all. I wish I could change that but I doubt pharmacies worldwide would donate a certain enhancement drug to a whole race. (the reality is that size DOES matter)

But who knows? Richard thinks that China could be the next PINK GIANT. Maybe when that happens, perspectives would change and I could stop thinking about how some people have a disturbing amount of self-hate and post about Matthew Rush's awesome globes. (then again... why wait?)

15 seconds. Carrie Fisher Moment

For the next 15 seconds, I'm going to have a Gay-Blogging Carrie Fisher moment...

In the world wide web, when it comes to having fans, is it Quality or Quantity that matters?

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Okay back to your adorable pancit-eating asian nose-picker.

music. National Philippine Love Song

Here's my little tribute to my country. Cause the most patriotic thing I have ever done in the past was memorize the station names along the LRT.
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National Philippine Love Song: Harana

Harana is an old Philippine tradition of courting your i-spisyal lab'd Juan - special loved one. The guy stands outside the girl's window at night and serenades her to sleep. At least, that's what I remember. If there's any wrong information, please let me know.

Harana, the song, is the one song almost every Filipino knows. If you don't know it, you're not Filipino - at all. People sing it in concerts almost all the goddamn time. It's the one love song that never went out of style.

Filipino Version:

uso pa ba ang harana
marahil ikaw ay nagtataka
sino ba 'tong mukhang gago
nagkandarapa sa pagkanta
at nasisintonado sa kaba

may'rong dalang mga rosas
suot na may ma-ong na kupas
at naryan pa ang barkada
naka porma naka barong
sa awiting daig pa ang minus one
at sing-along

puno ang langit ng bitwin
at kay lamig pa ng hangin
sa 'yong tingin ako'y nababaliw giliw
at sa awitin kong ito
sana'y maibigan mo
ibububuhos ko ang buong puso ko
sa isang munting harana
para sa'yo

di ba parang isang sine
isang pilikulang romantiko
di ba't ikaw ang bidang artista
at ako ang 'yong leading man
sa estoryang nagwawakas
sa pag-ibig na wagas

puno ang langit ng bitwin
at kay lamig pa ng hangin
sa 'yong tingin ako'y nababaliw giliw
at sa awitin kong ito
sana'y maibigan mo
ibubuhos ko ang buong puso ko
sa isang munting harana
para sa 'yo

foto. Cute Boy

P: Norman Yip
Model: Sean

I'm a sucker for bedhead cuts and white adidas sneakers.

buhay. An Update

I have seriously lost the blogging bug for today. I ran out of material.
But everybody could use a little update on yours truly.

1. The first part of my recovery - correcting the bend and the loss of height in my legs - is going to be over in a little over a week. After that, I'll just have to wait until the bone heals completely.
2. God, I lost weight. The anesthesia makes you feel nauseated for a few days after every surgery. So far I've had three.
3. I found this picture online. Isn't he beautiful? He reminds me of someone - aside from Marc Nelson.
   
   
4. We'll be looking for a personal trainer in around 3 weeks.
5. I have been dubbed the "Queenbee of Fagdom" by Mikey. My ego wants proof. Where are these so-called fans?
6. I have temporarily lost 90% of all feeling in my toes (left side only).

foto. 4 the lack of creativity

I am soo bored today. There is absolutely nothing to post so here you go. A hot asian guy.

Isn't Kevin drop dead gorgeous?

future. Marathon Man

I have decided that after I recover from this whole ordeal, I could take running as a sport.


I could be like... one of those sappy inspirational story thingees.

controversial. Christian I. Ty

Ok after breaking your hearts, I was *inspired* to write about Christianity.


Do you have to sacrifice your identity to keep your faith?
Do you have to sacrifice your faith to keep your identity?

When I was thirteen, I used to volunteer in a hospital that focused on holistic health - which included prayer and worship. If I wasn't answering phones or helping the nurses or the therapists, I went around the hospital with a guitar and a bible in my hand to sing songs and conduct worship with the patients. I, while doing all of this, already knew that I was gay.

controversial. im gonna break ur heart

Towleroad broke my heart... twice. So I'm going to break yours. Unless it's already broken. (if so, just scroll down to the hot guys part.)


Zach Stark and Love In Action:
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Zach Stark (myspace pictures)

You can find their towleroad-blog-story here and here.

But if you're too lazy, here's my version - short and sweet.. Zach is 16 and his parents want him to go to Love In Action, a Tennessee-based religious organization's camp for gay kids.

My Opinion: Well, of course I feel for Zach. My parents were understanding and didn't put me into any program of that nature. But part of me, probably the part that grew up very religiously is saying "Well, how can you blame them?" That's how his parents grew up and that's the only way they were taught to deal with the situation.

Oh and one more thing. I believe that organizations for homosexuals who want to turn straight should exist. Being gay is a choice people should respect, so is not being one. But seriously, going into these things against one's will is whacked.

Zach is still in the Love In Action program and, if nothing happens, will stay until he is an adult in the state of Tennessee.

This is his famous myspace blogpost on the rules of Love In Action.

Gay Youths Hanged In Iran
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Their not-so-sure-if-this-is-true towleroad blog story here.

A blogger writes:

"I just heard in the news about these two gay teenagers being hanged in public in city of Mashad, one of the northern cities in Iran. Apparently one of the guys was noteven 18 years old. According to the article, they spent 14 months in prison and recieved many lashes. They had shown remorse for their action and had no idea getting engaged in homosexual acts will result in death!"

If that doesn't break ur heart then I do not know what will, inhuman-piece-of-scum.

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Aw, still heartbroken? Don't worry. Here's D'ken to the rescue.


Butt:MadeInBrazil Blog

Now if we could only combine those two pics...

See, now cheer up. Look, Peter Corp Dyrendal is happy.


And he wants YOU to be happy too.

foto. I'm A Jungle-Jungle Boy

foto. These-gust-thing

WARNING: Not for all ages.



P: Urs Truly "Blood and Betadine"
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Well folks, there you have it. my leg pictures.

• No, it isnt infected. That's betadine you're seeing, not puss.
• Yes, that is blood.
• No, it used to be cleaner than that. This was taken today. They couldn't change the dressing because my legs burned when they touched them.
• Yes, those metal rings are really bent, but that's good cause it shows that I had healthy leg muscles.
• And one more thing, you cant see the pins piercing into my legs cause they covered them with white dressing.

guys. "raise my spirts"

My dad wants to hire a personal trainer so that I could still get some exercise. Plus, exercise creates endorphins, which reduces the need for more pain medicines. Oh and he says that he's going to be here to "raise my spirits."

P: Troy Philips

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What I hear: Dad's getting some hot guy to visit me on a regular basis to make me sweat and to "raise my spirits."

P: Troy Philips

... and of course, to tell me to drink more milk (for the bones, of course).

P: Troy Philips

what?. celebrity look-a-like

I was watching tv at the hospital and I realized how much my maid looks like a couple of famous people:


Iyanla from Starting Over 2


Vonzell Solomon. American Idol 4 Finalist



Oprah Winfrey. well, not so much. but there's this one time were she tried to become a supreme.

the hospital story

I've decided not to write the whole hospital experience in detail. Well, actually I did but I won't be sharing it with you. Sorry guys, I tried to write it down for this blog but it just kept coming out feeling like an "oh pity me" story, and that's not how I want you guys to remember it. (I really tried. I even tried a whole “Mr. Bean” theme to make it funny)

But for the sake of your curiosity, here’s the jist of my writing.

Friday Night: Ambulance takes me to the wrong hospital. I’m popular at the hospital (the right one); nurses even call me by name. I take Dormicom (1) before going to bed.

Saturday Morning: My old nurse-friend talks to me about why I’m back at the hospital while trying and failing to put the IV (2) in my hand. I actually help the orderlies in moving me from stretcher to stretcher to operating table. Again, I’m popular among the nurses and we have small talk before the surgeon comes. X-rays are taken before the surgery. We try to put a spinal anesthesia on my back. We go for general anesthesia instead (3).

Saturday Afternoon: I wake up screaming and flailing because of the pain in the Post Anesthesia Room (4). They put me back to sleep. I get three strong kinds of pain relievers before going back to my room. I spend the rest of the afternoon – around 3 hours - crying, non-stop.

Saturday Night:
The anesthesiologist decides to give me a double dose of Demerol (5) and a single dose of some other kind of pain reliever that makes me dizzy and starts with the letter C. That, with Norgesic and Toradol, makes the pain go away most of the time (6).

Sunday: I spend the day teaching myself how to tolerate the pain. I mostly sleep because of the Demerol.

Sunday Night: The nurses make a mistake by giving me Demerol and the C medicine at almost the same time. The result: I get delusional (and that is really scary).

Monday Morning: Nurses make mistakes with my meds – I really hate it when that happens. Nursing students are allowed to use me as a test dummy in giving sponge baths and taking vital signs – not my idea. I realize how Oprah and Iyanla from Starting Over 2 look awfully like my maid.

Monday Night: I convince my mom to give me one more day because my feet still hurt.

Tuesday: More nursing students. I realize how much water I consume in one day (7).

Tuesday Night: Another ambulance experience. They only send 3 people to carry me, and one of them is a little girl. My feet burn like they’ve never burned before.

So there you go, guys. Maybe when I find a better approach to share this story in the way I want to, I’ll post it here.

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1. A really good sleeping pill. REALLY GOOD.
2. Dextrose
3. We should’ve tried the spinal anesthesia again. That way, I wouldn’t wake up in the Post Anesthesia Room screaming and crying.
4. Where people under anesthesia go after an operation
5. IV med, I’m kinda addicted to it (not really). It makes you feel sleepy and just knocks you out peacefully.
6. You guys should realize that this is a lot of pain relievers - and they're round the clock. It’s not that I have a low pain tolerance. You’d be surprised to know that I can be really calm while going through a pain that raises your blood pressure to 160/110.
7. Around 5-6 liters per day.

i'm baaack!

Finally, out of that goddamn hospital. Sorry for the extended vacation, guys. I thought that it wouldnt hurt at all. But... well that's for a different post. I just got home (and straight to the computer, yeah, yeah, yeah, i know) and I need to rest.

Don't worry, i got lots of stories from the hospital.

blog. 1 Last 1 Before They Take Me Away

"Mr. Director, I'm ready for my close-up."

AAAAAHHHHH!!!! EEP! O-ma-gash, what have I done? hahaha. Aguysite.blog is having talent week and the attention whore inside me just couldn't resist a few more seconds under some limelight, and a couple more visitors for my statcounter so I wrote a few words for my blog. Eh... I'm not sure now. This blog is just starting out and there's so much to do... Oh well. I'm such a ham. lol

Note to Aguysite:
Welcome to Wallpaper. I'll be in the hospital for tonight and tomorrow but please feel free to send me an email anyway. I recommend you look at the first post... I *am* aware that this blog needs to say more bout its background, and that's in a later post (about me), I'm just still deciding on whether it's appropriate to put pictures of my legs. hehe. Anyway, thanks for visiting. Any feedback would be AWESOME.

PS. pay no attention to grammatical errors and previous comments 'bout aguysite.blog found on this website.
*shit-eating ear-to-ear smile here*

blog. History

Ok I owe most of my traffic to Patrick Devon so I have to keep thanking him and featuring him - but seriously, no more after today. ( Unless something needs to be reposted by moi. )

Patrick Devon is...
...some SF guy who used to post a lot of dark haired hunks with nice chests.
...some SF guy who now posts more art than dark haired hunks with nice chests.
...probably obsessed with dark haired hunks with big chests.
...responsible for lots of traffic here.
...**there used to be a typo here**







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Legend:
1)First Row, left: The post that got me interested in Patrick Devon
2)First Row, right: The kind of dark haired hunks with nice chests Patrick Devon used to post
3)Second Row, left: The kind of art Patrick Devon features.
4)Second Row, right: Frida Kahlo. I can pretend to be Frida Kahlo.
5)Bottom Row: Hylas and the Nymphs. Sooo interesting.

stats. I'm Watching You...

Statcounter told me today that 24 people visited my site yesterday. I have no idea if that's good or bad. I wanna be webpopular!! lol.

But hey, any number's good for me now. I just started this thing.

Thank You Patrick Devon for the statcounter. People, you should visit his site. But then again, that's most likely where you came from hahaha.

destination. Under the Knife

Ok I've delayed this post long enough.

I'm gonna go back to the hospital to straighten out my leg. No, it didn't suddenly turn gay. That thing was homo since birth. It's gettin bent cause of the weight of my foot. That just gives me good news and bad news:

Bad News: I hate Hate HATE moving to the hospital. Ambulances suck! They have to put me in a stretcher ( I have a special one, hehe ). And it's really true what they say - the philippines have bad *bumpy* roads.

Good News: Hospital visits mean two things: Sedation and TV!!!!

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p.s. I probably won't be posting for the weekend.

controversial. The Ugly Truth

Once upon a gay chat room:

Yours Truly: Well, I would date an Asian guy.

Some Asian Guy: Asians? Huh? I would usually put them at the *bottom* of my list. They’re just not attractive as a group.

YT: Eh… Whatever, I’m sticky rice. So kill me.

Mirror Mirror on the Wall, I think I need a facelift, dont you?

I'm not mad at the guy, even though he undirectly called us ugly. But it’s still rather sad, isn’t it? I wonder, though. What does he see when he looks in the mirror? Does he also think that he’s at the bottom of people’s list?

sleep. Finally

It's a holiday when the old, the sexually frustrated, the plain frustrated and the frantically addicted (to sleeping pills) get one whole night of sleep.

Let's celebrate using a hot guy.



TY: JoelsMode

controversial. Opinions

Discrimination against cross-dressing is a fear based on ignorance and misunderstanding - things we hope to rid ourselfs of in the future.

But until then...



GAWD! That dude's Fuh-ree-key!

TY: Towleroad (cool blog)

blogs. Leeching on Other Bloggers

Indulge Yourself
Featured Blog: Indulgence



I've been reading Wanggo's blogs since God knows when. It's not something I read everyday, more like a good book you read every now and then. But I wonder why he calls himself a "modern everyday god." I guess I missed that post. Anyway, he's a great guy. Write him a sincere email, he just might write back. Here he is doing something I would do.

Sick.Thoughts.
Featured.Blog: the.ill.behavior



Don't know much bout this blog. Just found out about it. Nice design. Cute guy, too.


Messy Clothes/Sloppy Dressing
Featured Blog: Chaos Couture



Aha, so this is what happened to HoyTeAmo Blog. It got a makeover. This blog is just starting out, just like mine. Congratulations to Mikey in making his blog theme less tacky and more homo (and I thought that that wasn't possible). Btw, what's with that theme music?
WARNING: ANNOYING BORED @ WORK VIDEO AHEAD

vintage. Old Journal

I've been going through my old journals. Ah yes, the times when I actually took the time to edit my entries lol. I found this *old* entry that happens to be fun to read. Enjoy.

Brian. Da Player. Yeah, right.

Last night, right after going to the gym, I went to the hang out place to drink their awesome iced tea - the one where you have a selection - exotic fruit is the best (probably because that's what I am). I was reading the new book I bought when Brian (the self-styled player) text'd me up and we agreed to meet up there at east west. He comes. We talk. And as it turns out, He's going to meet up with someone. (Someone cute, I hoped)

Oh… my… god. It was like something you'd see in Blind Date, Brian being the impolite "player" and Brian#2 being a regular guy (and me as Roger Lodge?). So anyways, to commemorate the whole idea of this being at blind date... let's make a list. SIGNS OF A BAD DATE:

SIGNS OF A BAD DATE

• You brought someone with you. - Props are great but they shouldn't be other people unless you're too young, too insecure or too damn clueless. Later on that night, Brian asked me why I didn’t invite him to any of the eye balls that I have been having lately. I replied "because I don't need to."
• Your quarry's feet (quarry = the guy you're meeting) are shaking under the table - but of course I remedied that by making small talk to ease him up. *note to self: think of better material to say at these kind of situations*
• You show your props your cell phone with a big "PANGET" (ugly) in the screen - he wasn't that bad looking at all.
• Your quarry has his arms crossed, is texting someone else while having a frown in his face, and is quiet - ok the quiet thing I'll understand because he was tired
• When you are walking down the mall, you push your props to a shoe store while totally ignoring your quarry - I tried to stop him. I swear!
• When you get out of the store with your props, your quarry has his arms crossed with a disappointed look on his face while leaning on the railing.
• You didn't pay for your dinner... Your props did. - Ok everyone paid for their own food but I was the one who spent the most. And I wasn't the one who ordered the most.
• Your "boyfriend" sends your cell phone a text that says "oh I was going to go out with you tonight but since you have other plans with other people, forget it. "

You think you'd know a player dontcha? So boys, girls and everything in between, what have we learned here today? There is a fine line between jerk and player.

PS. I still think Brian is a good friend. Just so we're clear on that. And if ever he should read this

blogs. 20 seconds

Ok I'm in anime-japanese-schoolgirl mode for the next twenty seconds.

**Ooo there's a post bout yours truly at Patrick Devon**

<~~~~~*fifteen seconds later* ~~~~~>

Ok back to bored asian (and not femme!) youthful twink.

crazy. What The Kids R Up To 2day

Oh dear..

seksi. Raoul Bova

I know, I know, I'm kinda late on catching the Raoul Bova photo spread bug. Those two french guys posted his pics a week ago (somewhere in that timeframe). But what the heck, let's just have one more look.

Everyone loved the bed pictures. Who knew hot men had a hard time putting on their pants? But these two are my favorites.



P: Tony Durdan

That's a nice shirt. That + my old Oxygen hooded vest + cargo pants + my old body bag (maybe) = a nice outfit for that Matrix Party back at (wont tell where).



P: Tony Durdan

blogs. Leeching on Other Bloggers

An update on the blog-world:

• Where in the world is Carmen San Diego? HoyTeAmoBlog? He's gone, gone, GONE!

• Patrick Devon and Yours Truly are thankful for the exchange of kind words.

• I totally found a new game. It's genius! Inspiring! It sounds like fun. Actually, it sounds like something Seth and I would think of. (that was, if he was gay)
• The Challenge

• Downelink blogs: Hit the Road, Jack (and dontcha come back no more, no more, no more no more) urged people to read an old post of his - mostly because it got 23 comments. And since not a lot of people can't read downelink blogs, I'll just repost it here.
• WARNING: Mushy mushy luvey dovey stuff ahead...

06/21/05 06:17 AM
Hit the Road, Jack - The Silent Heart

(Note to Readers: "I" represents the many people who kept their hearts silent for they knew that once their hearts speak, it would probably be the end of a wonderful relationship.)

They say that being in love is the most wonderful feeling in the world. That it makes you happy and contented inside. They say if you are in love, you feel like you are in heaven.

But.. why do I feel sad. Is it because I know that this is wrong? For so many years we shared everything - laughter and tears, happiness and sorrow. We talked about boys, our relationships, our flings. We talk about how your boss needs an extreme makeover. And how mine needs to be sent to the mental.

We even shared a toothbrush. One time when, accidentally, my toothbrush fell down on the toilet. And you told me - "Oh stop complaining and use mine. For goodness sake, I do not have hepatitis!". Secretly, my heart is smiling knowing that this will be the closest thing I would ever get to you.

For so many years I secretly envy your lovers. Knowing that when you share your happy moments with them, my heart aches. And when you share your broken heart to me, my heart aches even more.

You ask me once - "Why do you have so many flings? Are you still waiting for Mr. Right?" I could have told you "I am waiting for you." But instead I just kept silent.

I love you. And I can't even tell you. Because I know that you do not feel the same way. Whatever I feel, I must keep inside because I want to keep you and be near you and be there for you...this is the only way I know I can keep loving you...

...my friend.. my very best friend.

Aw, how touching, not that *I* had an experience like that...

remote. I Miss TV

It's been almost a month ever since I moved here and I still dont have any cable. Well, not that THAT matters, the tv is in the room I couldn't possibly enter even if the Fab Five wished it so. I miss the makeovers, the emotionally disturbed women and late nite tv.





I'm forced to watch Nickelodeon: Avatar (The Last Airbender) on the vcd's my brother borrowed from his classmates. Not that I'm complaining, it's kinda nice. I like anime and I like chinese-y themes. But no one in these cartoons goes "Oh... my... GOD!!! Get OUT OF HERE! *bleep* *bleep* my *bleep* this room looks BEAUTIFUL! *sob* Is this really my room?.... WE HAVE A CHAIR! OMG WE HAVE A CHAIR!!"

meds. Round the Clock

You know your body is fcked up when you need a muscle relaxant round the clock. You know your body is REALLY fcked up when you need morphine AND muscle relaxants. Tsk tsk tsk...

Just when I was starting to get off the morphine, my legs get muscle spasms that last for the whole night. I swear, sometimes I just stare at the window late at night with a look like this:

P: Howard Roffman

So now I have to take muscle relaxants round the clock and take morphine everytime I can't bear it. Again, tsk tsk tsk... Tom Cruise would never approve.

blogs. Leeching on Other Blogggers

I browsed some blogs/websites today and I thought it would be nice to spend the next 45 minutes putting my 2 centavos in.



Hoy Te Amo Blog has a new post bout Friendster and his old classmates but what caught my attention was that people still use the “Tom, Dick, and Harry” line.

“…you know there's something wrong when you're fucking 21 years old with two kids simply because you haven't heard of contraception and you've opened up your orifice to every Tom, Dick and Harry out there.”

“My good ol’ friend from Highschool, Jericho seems to be having the time of his life in WAshington! LOVES IT YA BEEYOTCH! I bet he's had all the Tom, Dick and Harry there in WAshington. What a lucky brown ass! LOL”

Obviously the three white guys at the lower picture are (from left to right) Tom, Dick and Harry.

More bout pictures… this eccentric ROTC Sith lord looks TOO much like my old classmate Nelly (Alyssa, if you’re reading this… your boyfriend is going to grow up looking like a Filipino Darth White-towel).



And since you asked, Mikey, I’m obviously doing fine. I’m trying to take pictures of my legs ‘cause I really have too much time on my hands. And I didn’t realize that this blog was as gay as you said it is. I thought that the guy with the microphone (->) was unmistakably straight but I guess the Rob Thomas haircut was giving too much away.

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You have to give Andy Roddick some credit. He recently lost to Roger Federer and gay guys loved him even more. It obviously has something to do with his butt crack.



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And on a final note, since we are talking bout cracks, American Idol (Ass Crack Edition) came to a disappointing end. I personally wanted Aguysite.blog to win. You're a winner in my dreams, Nate.

useless. Testimonial For Friends

I'm neither particularly proud or embarassed of the new Friendster testimonial I gave my friend/ex-classmate Xyla. I was - I AM - bored and I had nothing to do.

God, it's like she hasn't changed at all. STILL asking for Testimonials from everybody, i see. oh well here is mine.

Xyla is one interesting girl. I once compared her to another girl and someone told me "How could you compare those two? Xyla has such a bubbly personality and she can get along with almost anyone but that other girl is maldita, suplada and she can be a mean bitch" (for obvious purposes i cannot and will not state the other names)

In a nutshell, Xyla is the nut. but a very good one, at that. it's just too bad that she's locked up far away in some deep jungle forest. eh?

And she's probably very honest. unlike me. So please, don't trust a word I say. Except for this testimonial, of course.

In case you're wondering... Yes, I am feeling generous. So ask for a testimonial and you will have one.

evil monito. Random Interrogation

Gawd, it's been a long time since I've seen my wuvly Evil Monito. Let's celebrate with a Question and Answer Round.

DkenDGreat

1. Occupation and Position.

Blogger-student-product.

2. What does personal identity mean to you? Should race be a factor?

It means a lot to me. Race *shouldn't* be a factor - at least, not a big one - but it is.

3. Name your circle of friends.

Eh.... They come and go.

4. Bookstore or Library?

Bookstore. The library here isn't that great.

5. Waffles or Pancakes?

Crepes.

6. Best place to eat late at night.

I shouldn't eat late at night.

7. Are art shows overrated?

Most.

8. Scenesters. Good or Bad?

Is that like Friendster?

9. What are you listening to at this very moment.

James Brown on da Ipod

10. Anything new you are working on?

Yeah, I'm trying to get a picture of my legs.

explain. Heroes and Death

"Dken, goddamnit why did you write THAT on the wall?"

Ok folks, now is the time where I explain why there are lil squiggly penis doodles and other whatnots on the wallpaper.

Like my lil' affair with Death and what in hell is that thing on the upper left hand corner of the background?

Ok left hand corner thingee first, cause death always comes last. "A hero in the making." I know, I know. what a bunch of self-centered, conceited, wannabe, as-if attitude bullcrap. Hm, well that's only half true. Besides, it wasn't my idea originally. My friend said...

"God, Dken, how in hell are you still so calm bout this mess? Doesnt it fucking hurt?"

"Well of course it F-ing hurts. I got barbeque pins sticking out of my legs and my foot is going to be distorted if i don't move it once in a while."

"I'm not sure if I should feel remorse, admiration, or utter disgust."

"I'll take the admiration."

"Yeah, sure. You're my hero when this is over. Just don't let that get into your head."

Dont let that get into my head? Uhm... oops?


Ok now back to Death. Now what, pray tell, is a comic book character doing in here? Why not?

I'm bored - really, really bored. And my allowance is building up. So I send someone to go buy me a comic book that you have to read 3 times before actually getting the story. It costs me a bitch to buy though. Average price is 1k. Ouch.

So there, I explained all. I couldn't find a reasonable explanation for the squiggly penis doodles so I erased them.

Death of the Endless

Probably my favorite Sandman character. It's really hard not to love her, she does love you.

I love the stories that have her and i love the things she has to say.



I think my favorite story that has death is "The Sound of Her Wings." Here she gets mad at her brother Dream and quotes Mary Poppins.



Ahem.. Death to Dream:

"You are utterly the stupidest, most self-centered, appallingest excuse for an anthropomorphic personification on this or any other plane!

"An infantile, adolescent, pathetic specimen!

"Feeling all sorry for yourself because your little game is over, and you havent got the-- the balls to go and find a new one!

"I dont believe this. Dream, you're as bad as-- as desire! or worse!

"Didn't it occur to you that I'd be worried silly about you?"

"I didn't think--"

"That's exactly it! You didnt think! You lummox, you overgrown bubble headed-"

Introduction: Sticking the Wallpaper to the Wall

Hello reader, this is Wallpaper.

“Wallpaper for Convalescence” is…
…the ramblings of a self styled teenage manic psychotic.
…an essay my mom wrote for college.
…the product of boredom and random spurts of creativity.
…a guide to surviving multiple fractures, spoiled siblings, and desensitizing pain relievers.

In a nutshell:
Ok, so basically I got my shins broken and I can’t walk. Hell, I can hardly get out of bed. Life is currently on hiatus. The good thing is that I can still internet and until October-ish later this year, I’ll be living life like one of those techno-hermits.

Please, this isn’t an Oh-pity-my-broken-legs-and-lost-life blog. I expect you to laugh…