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I could probably teach a course in this.

I clean my room about once every four months, not necessarily because it’s dirty per se, but because there is no longer enough space to fit half the things it already contains, so cleaning usually involves me carting things from one end of the room to the other, and still achieving the same crowded effect. Since I also make it a habit of turning the bedroom into  my quasi-workshop, where resin fumes, paint thinner, and photo emulsion abound, I also tend to sometimes get very bug-eyed crazyhigh from the cocktail of poison despite my attempts at air circulation and open windows.

I have a certain kind of superpower. It’s not enough of a decent ability to make me eligible for either the Justice League of America, or the X-Men / Avengers, but it’s something that, I think, makes me stronger and better and smarter than the average bear.

Filipinos celebrate Philippine Independence Day every June 12 since 1898. Since then, we have had government corruption, an aborted tiger economy, several succession of presidents all belonging to a dynasty that most of its gullible people are unaware of, and a 90% population living below the poverty line.

We’ve got two dogs in the house: Cookie and Princess. Cookie, my half-retriever ad half-spitz, was named for her fur color, which is a sortof light cookie dough. Princess, a chowchow pedigree, was named for the manner my parents planned to treat her as, and eventually, also for her attitude towards life.

Other observations post-elections:

1. The Comelec website voter’s information listed my dad as female. We only discovered while we were standing in line, and after dad took out his iPad to check our district numbers.

Inspired by my favorite song “Drops of Jupiter” from Train.

You know I’m stressed when I start doodling random weirdness for no reason in particular.

Miiiight be making prints and shiz.

Making Gary Busey look sane in comparison, one demotivational photo at a time.