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Drunken Rants.

There's no pretending, only what is. And what you take from it is all that you deserve, because it's true - what you reap is what you sow. And to a degree you're dealt with cards you may have no control over, your game plan is yours. Much is expected from whom much was given, but don't fall into the mistake of trying to prove yourself to anyone. This is your show, these are your blessings, this, is it. You can choose wisely, you may choose poorly, but right and wrong may be all of subjective. Only you can decide. After all, that's the least you can do, right? Own your decisions. Deny nothing. Embrace your life because it's all you have. Everything else is a gamble whatever comes your way. Except what's yours. What you own is never a function of chance. Don't accept anything for less than the truth. Because all of it, is yours.

Your life is an illusion you can't fake, sort of like pretending but knowing the truth. Yes?

:) Congratulations, Mikkel and Tippy Gutierrez!

Never validate yourself through other people, if only because, you might forget that what you believe in is worth its salt, that you may forget the head on your shoulders. Never lose respect for what you feel, because others may never feel the same.

Yay beer!

Greetings from sleepy Manila. I am on the final leg of my 8-flight ordeal in the Pacific (LAX-MNL-GUM-SPN-GUM-MNL-CEB-MNL-LAX), and just got back from a very eventful trip in Cebu. Pictures to come soon!

Sleepy eyes rest on a tired smile
Trying to get out of the dizzying tumble
of a hamster wheel that answers no questions
Just an endless pitter patter
of stuff to do
Dues to pay
Things to consider
but it's really up to you,
to decide what to do.

I'm sleepy. Hopping on a plane soon, for a slew of work and other trips. Need to finish packing. I'll be doing six point-to-point legs on this trip. Sigh.

Brevior saltare cum deformibus mulieribus est vita.

:)

Yo, VBS.tv has some really good stuff. Been checking out their videos regularly for the past year. Sweet.

Our days are fickle and fleeting. Or they can also last forever. Just like the smallest of decisions we choose. Can take less than a heartbeat to determine, or a lifetime to decide. Yet all pass within time's constant pace. All inside our minds. Or even possibly outside of it.

The world is busy with its own rhythm. Easy to get lost in the distractions of the daily scramble to get on top of your predefined space, any space, that you can call your own. Everyone tries to call their shots on you. Never listen. People can judge you, but choose your own path. Get out of your own bubble. Do what you feel like doing. Ride at your own pace. Even if the only thing that makes the truth real, is your belief in it.

If I won the lottery, I'd get:

1. LEED certified prefab house / Mid-century modern Eichler
2. Customized hybrid Volkswagen 1979 Type II Transporter
3. Concourse restoration 1959 Porsche 356A
4. A shitload of records in vinyl
5. A harem of Maltese bitchez for Nickel the boy wonder

The hamster wheel won't turn unless you walk. And it only gets faster when you start running!

Today I ran to the Home Depot to score some PVC joints to repair my laundry hamper. It's the kind made of plastic PVC pipes, shaped like a long quarter circle, and a drawstring cloth bag liner. The connecting parts have crumbled away and the whole thing is always prone to popping apart at the seams. I had to dremel the pipe threads out of the pieces, but it all worked out beautifully.

Still toying around with Ubuntu. I just installed Apache so I can run PHP locally on my box without having to test on a remote server for my random web projects. I still need a couple of hours to get my feet wet. Can't wait to deploy our new ideas for Paulandkat.com. :)

And... one of these days, I would really love to be in an Eichler. :)

It's been more than a year since we've decided to take Nickel in to live with us in Tarzana. It's been quite an adventure to say the least! He's gone camping in literally freezing conditions, caught bubble gum in his hair (c/o Lovell), engaged in very inappropriate makeout sessions in our garden while a crowd of 20 watched, ridden the Vespa numerous times with his Mama Kat, taken a few road trips back to San Francisco, pee-d on snow at Tahoe, poo-pooed in Baby Lara's playpen and made her eat it, and the list goes on... For his next adventure I think we'll have to cut off his balls.

Calling him my best friend would be an understatement.

Happy fourth birthday, you crazy little guy. :)

Caught The Little Ones at the Troubadour tonight. I saw them open for the Magic Numbers almost a year ago, and am glad to catch them headlining tonight at one of my favorite venues. Ra-Ra-Riots, opened for them and put on a really tight set as well.

As usual, everyone flaked - I still don't give a shit and will still watch gigs by myself because live music is and forever will be the last indulgence I would deny myself. Worddage!

I like the beauty of randomness -
like when you don't peer into the viewfinder
but click anyway
because you know the beautiful picture is
what you're not looking at.