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I use this place as a way to vent personal frustrations, as a way to be self-deprecating. Most of the time this serves as a funnel for humor or for misplaced art, but on rare occasions I write things down here because it’s cheaper than channeling my anger towards destroying physical objects I know I can’t afford to replace. I am aware that visitors here (all five of you) enjoy the style I write my thoughts in rather than the thoughts themselves, and I appreciate both their enjoyment of (I hope) a finely tuned phrase or two that I may inadvertently write, and of the privacy that appreciation can still accord me.

These might be the cutest emo things known to man. Green Lantern’s in particular, made me lol.

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Writing a novel is a lot like this picture. No matter how well-crafted you think the thing is, no one really wants to look at a bearsharktopus.

When Japan isn’t hosting game shows where losers have to smell man-farts, or engaging in tug of wars with face pantyhose, they’re actively seeking out new places and new countries to ship all their weird shit to, and the Philippines has always been a favorite dumping ground of sorts. Case in point: a Japanese surplus store (similar to dollar stores in the United States) called Saizen, ran by an actual Japanese company called Daiso, and where most of their items are priced at P85 (roughly $2) or less. While most of the goods they sell can be found in most other regular mom & pop stores and are of pretty good quality, others just make you go wtf. My Top 5 picks below.

Due to the rising costs of cable thanks to the money-hungry people over at the Sky Cable network, it was decided that acquiring a Sky Digibox would actually prove more cost-effective to the household income than not, in the long run. Since my usual contribution towards balancing the budget as a kid usually involved not bathing for a week to save on water costs, I had little idea of what constituted financial savings when it came to maintaining a house, so I just nodded my head and agreed that maybe this would be best.

Counting down the days to NaNoWriMo. This last week before the contest begins is always the time I take to flex my mental muscles – because really, they’re the only kind of muscles I’ve got.

The first month of novel writing is bolstered primarily by a sense of exhilaration; the thrill of starting something new, an otherworldly high that comes with the moment of creation, and the millions of moments that follow after. A fiction writer is the closest anyone can come to being God – all these seemingly insignificant mortal entities at your fingertips, these little lives to fashion or extinguish as you will. You understand now why gods are sometimes loved, and always feared.

A lot of people ask me what it’s like to be roommates with the undead, to be sharing all this headspace with.  I say that the vampire takes too much time in the bathroom and that the werewolf sheds fur all over the place without bothering to pick up after him.