Loosey-Goosey ...well, my mom likes it.

Oh brother.

Hey you! (...yes YOU!) You must be wondering.. what the &%$#@ am I doing here?

That's the way I approach life.

I mean think about it. Life's too short to take it seriously anyway.
And if you live life like you're afraid to die then when you die,
you'll realize you haven't live at all or something like that.
(I'm trying to sound smart so bear with me.)

Or by the time you're through, you'll just look like an old hag.
Seriously. You don't wanna live life looking like that.

This is err, a place I call home. My comfort zone.
A place where I can do stuff without anyone nagging me about it.
Here in a loosey-goosey environment, I write. I listen. I speak. I draw.
I curse. I play. I flirt. I dance. I party. I try to entertain. I...

just do. 'Coz I want to. And you can't do anything about it.

Well, what are you doing here? Believe it or not, destiny have brought you here little one..(and serendipity perhaps?)
Everything happens for a reason. At this very moment. YOU should be here. "COINCIDENCE happens."

Since you are here just the same, please take the time to look around. I'm sure you'll find something interesting to read or look at. This thing you are reading right now won't tell you what I'm all about. See the pictures below?! (..those are navigational things and have some purpose)
So use your mouse to accomplish something..

And, oh yeah..
Make the most out of your stay

Welcome.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Addicted

Just a heads up. I'm gonna take a loooong break and fly off to some place for a long time so I'll try to squeeze in and write as much as I can before I leave. Why?

I feel I'm gonna miss ranting.

In the meantime, it's now time to get off my lazy ass and try to write something. People must be wondering, "Maybe it's 'coz nothing exciting has really happen to him that's why he's got nothing to write!"

Au contraire my dear friend! If you know me then you should know by now that I have an opinion on everything. I have an uncanny ability to make something out of nothing! Oh, and to answer some of your thoughts -- Yes, I haven't been to any of the beaches. And no, I haven't been saving the world or feeding the hungry. What have I been up to?

One - tinkering my PSP. Boys will be boys. We've all heard that before and here's the proof. I think I will never outgrow playing games. No matter how old guys get, there's that kid in all of us. The past few days, I have been locked up in my room trying frantically to finish two games -- Grand Theft Auto and Burnout Legends.

(If you're not a gamer or techie then skip this part 'coz you probably won't get it.)

Whenever I have a new gadget, I try as much as possible to play/tinker with it to use all of its features. I remember when I got my Nokia 5510 a few years back, (the one with the mp3 player) I spent a couple of hours changing the bit rates of my mp3s to fit it all in that monstrosity. Looking back it was probably not worth it but I look cool though 'coz I got to stuff a lot of songs in that tiny storage.

See what I mean? Here are some of the features of PSP and I've tried them all out already.

Mp3 player - got a few songs in it.

Video player - requires some software to convert most media types (.avi) it to .mp4

Wi-Fi (wireless LAN) - tried playing multiplayer thru Wi-Fi and I have to tell you that it is fucking great.

I even tried some of the hot spots in malls and was able to browse using the built it Internet browser. How cool is that? It didn't last though 'coz browsing in these Wi-Fi hot spots comes with a certain fee. A hefty fee I might add - 100 bucks for 1 hour. No Thanks! I'd rather buy a dial-up card and be able to surf for more than 20 hours for that price. (Yeah, I'm a cheapskate so what?)

It has a lot of apps and utilities that are free for download if you know where to look. I haven't tried them all though. What I'm trying right now is to play fake games in it. It requires all these installations and configurations that are driving me nuts! Anyway, I'll probably get it to work in due time.

I know I'm probably rambling. You can me an addict and I wont take offense in it. Honest.

Two - Watching House, M.D. DVDs. It's a medical T.V. show. Let's just say it's not like E.R. If you haven't watched it yet then catch one episode and you'll know what I'm talking about. What can I say? I'm a fan. He reminds me a lot of myself -- the same arrogant and sarcastic bastard that I am today. He just has these witty comments that I'm itching to use in my day to day conversations. Here are some of them:

Dr. Cameron: Men should grow up.
Dr. Gregory House: Yeah. And dogs should stop licking themselves. It's not gonna happen. (See? Like guys stop playing video games. Its not gonna happen I tell y'all.)

Like I always say, there's no "I" in team. There's a "me" though, if you jumble it up.

I take risks, sometimes patients die, but not taking risks causes more patients to die - so I guess my biggest problem is I've been cursed with the ability to do the math.

Recently - Watched WrestleMania. Every time my dad catch me watching this he would always say, "Why are you still watching that? You know it's fake!" But there's something mystifying about wrestling. We all it's fake. We all know who's gonna win (well one way or another). And it always seems like I can't take my eyes off the tube once I start watching,

Besides, would I miss WrestleMania? I just wanted to point out one thing. Where else can you beat the crap out of your boss and be paid and praised to do it? In the office? At school? No sir! It can only happen in wrestling. There's this one match where Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels went against Vince McMahon (Shawn's boss) and Shawn eventually beat the crap out of Vince. At one point, Shawn placed a garbage can over his head, placed him on a table, climbed to the top of a 20-foot ladder, then leapt off and dropped an elbow right on McMahon's garbage can-covered head. Is that sweet or what?

You have to love wrestling. OK, maybe you don't have to.

I just recently concluded that you'll know if you're addicted to something when you blur "real life situations" with "what-you-are-addicted-to situations" in your everyday life. I think it's high time that you cut back.

For instance, whenever I'm in the car the first thing that comes into my mind is how to ram the car in front of me off the road. I have to guess that it has something to do with playing a lot of Burnout Legends in PSP. I know I'm playing way too much "Grand Theft Auto," because I find myself resisting the urge to run into pedestrians and police cars when driving.

So there. I know now that I have crossed the line and have to cut back in my playing time.

Now I have lost all the will to live.

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Mr. Poe is a paradox. He is young yet he is old. That is from his age and his responsibilities.
He has a day job and what does he do at night? Nobody knows yet.
Whether he is a Casanova, a dead ringer for a celebrity, or a ninja, only a few people will know.
Sometimes he can be generally boring or a walking time bomb. Spontaneous.
Some sources thinks he is like a riddle and he to likes being mysterious with that poker face of his.
And he likes it that way.
If he is inspired or compelled by necessity, he likes to and writes forgettable pieces of poetry and songs or draw undecipherable works of garbage err.. arts.
Otherwise, the rest of his time is consumed by web design, painting, and sports.
Apathy. That's what he feels most of the time but wants to go to heaven. Still Optimistic.
He still believes he is a prodigy and secretly hopes he has traces of the Godfather, Beatles, and Da Vinci in his soul.

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Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Addicted

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