Loosey-Goosey ...pretending to be a website since 2005.

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.

Saturday, August 09, 2008

Introduce a Little Anarchy

Extra! Extra! Read all about it!

Here are previous day news that no one cares about but me. I was on the train to work when I saw a half girl-half guy talking to no one and making hand gestures. At first I thought it's one of those Bluetooth shit where I look like an idiot assuming they're talking to me but it's not which led me to two conclusions...

- I'm crazy or

- I'm keeping my distance before someone starts shooting people for having a bad day.

and since I'm not crazy (I keep telling myself that) then shemale probably is. A lot of people started to move away (including me, i'm young i don't want to die yet.) and gave weird glances that I found amusing. But can you blame them? There are a lot of crazy folks out there. We call them "everyone". Let me tell you something, you should envy the ones where saliva drips from their mouth and live in their own little world complete with voices and subtitles.

You see we live our mundane lives over and over again. We start our day with an alarm and snooze it a couple of times before we drag ourselves out of bed. A quick bath and breakfast (or not) then we take the long commute to work to sit on a chair and stare at the computer the whole day. Then as the day winds down we drag our ass back home and straight to bed. Press repeat.

compare that to...

Their day starts with wearing a cape and briefs over your pajamas. Then it's straight to breaking all the dishes at home and painting weird animals on the wall with paint. Then it's outside to ride in their car covered with batman stickers shouting, "Wham! Ka-Pow!" and ending their day hugging trees and giving names to different rocks. He then looks at you and asks, "So what did you do today?"

The weird thing is they get a free pass because people will say, "He's crazy. Don't mind him." He could suck on a girl's tits and get away with, "I thought she was my da-da-da." (sucking sound) or run naked in the streets with butter and chocolate all over his body. Poor you. But if one of us did that they'll haul our ass straight to jail. Funny thing is we are all crazy in our little way. I bet most people are one bad day away from losing it. You got fired from work then come home to find your wife cheating. Then as you try to open the ketchup you spill some on your favorite shirt.

AAAARRGgggghhhhhhhhh. You start ripping off your clothes and pouring butter and chocolate all over your body then start screaming, "Where's the fucking ak-47? Gimme the knife! I'm gonna murder everyone!" while running out the house.

I read in a book one of the crazies calling sane people the real crazy ones and gave an example. I remembered it so it might mean something. He said we wear ties around our neck that serve no purpose. We might as well create a noose and hang ourselves. He has a point. But I have to guess it's for fashion's sake like big hippo-like girls wearing short shorts. Oh my eyes. Just shoot me.

Okay, now back to being weird. As I was walking home I always see this really big black cat thats supposed to bring bad luck. I named it Garfield because it's that big (how original). I don't hate cats as much as I used to because of LOLcats. So I wonder how the heck did it get to be that big? Just then I saw some weird probably crazy too old lady feeding like a hundred cats around her. Different thoughts are running through my mind.

- Is she the pigeon lady in home alone 2 wherein she traded pigeons for cats? (yes, i watched it.)

- What would she do if I told her that old crazy bum ladies don't feed cats. She should be out curing cancer or promoting world peace.

- The irony is while cats here get food, millions of people are dying else where of starvation.

Related but not quite is the Joker in Dark Knight. Now THAT's crazy. If you want to know how Ledger loses it you gotta watch this film. No spoilers don't worry. Two people died. A bunch of cars, buildings, and stuff blow up. Batman got dumped by a girl. A sweet Lamborghini got wrecked. I developed a man crush on a dead guy. oh wait, oooppss.

Now to wrap this up in a nice little bow, we shouldn't pick on them. They are just doing the best with what God gave them like the time she asked you if its in yet even though you already pushed it all the way through. Deep down, we are all the same. If you light a sane and insane person on fire, I'll bet their reaction is the same.

Maybe, You should try to get along with yourself before you try to get along with everybody else.

badly drawn boy was stoked at 9:20 AM :: ::

Look out! Smart-ass coming through!

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.

Disclaimer: The views and opinions on this website may not necessarily reflect the views and opinions of Mr Poe.
It is those of that stupid monkey behind the keyboard. Don't worry. He's trained and domesticated.
If you happen to disagree with some of the views and opinions in this website, don't worry.
I maybe wrong but I doubt it.

Warning: Although Mr. Poe has taken reasonable precautions to ensure no irresponsible pages, inappropriate language, or indecent behavior are present in this website,
Mr. Poe cannot accept responsibility for any loss in knowledge or damage to the brain arising from the use of this website.

Saturday, August 09, 2008

Introduce a Little Anarchy

badly drawn boy was stoked at 9:20 AM :: postCount('3518503066561981410'); ::

badly drawn boy was stoked at 9:20 AM :: ::