holy smokes

i do not smoke. i have a lot of friends who smoke. my closest friend smokes. my dad smokes. sometimes my mom does too. wherever i go, there's someone smoking. i'll be twenty-six in a couple of months and i have not puffed even once on a single stick of cigarette. i know it's no big deal but it's an achievement and im proud of it. it's not that i hate cigarettes. i have nothing against smokers. they choose to fill their lungs with nicotine, fine by me. i just chose not to. nothing philosophical about. well, it's not like i never wanted to try it. i once created/drew this detective character for a number of short mystery stories and he smoked. his hat would always be tipped down to hide his eyes and only thing you'd see would be his mouth with a lit cigarette. i guess i thought smoking made one look cool, thanks to movies and tv, and i admit there were periods in that past where i contemplated putting that filtered butt onto my chapped lips and with a flick of my wrist, burning the other end with a lighter. i would then siphon the smoke into my system, take away the cigarette with my thumb and index finger, and release that grayish white mist that would hang in the air for awhile. at least that's how i think id do it if i did do it (id probably learn how to do those smoke rings too). i will, however, not end that smoking sessions by throwing the cigarette carelessly on the ground and stepping on it. i would put it out in the trash bin where it belongs. that's what annoys me more about smokers than the smoking. dude, you just polluted the air, you're gonna litter the streets with your garbage as well? but like i said i have nothin against smokers, it's their thing. as long as they do not force me to follow their example, we're fine. they're not gonna hear anythin from me either. which is weird. well, smokers are just like the gay community: instead of them adjusting for you, they want you to adjust for them, as if they are the norm and you arent. any smokers out there who doesnt agree with that last sentence can eat these next ones: if i'm wrong then by adjusting for the non-smokers, you shouldn't smoke anywhere near us. heck, you shouldnt even be asking for our permission to smoke (we non-smokers usually say "it's okay" but really it's not). smoke only when you're alone or when you're with other future lung-cancer patients. if on the other hand it is inevitable that you would need to smoke in our proximity, be polite and do everything to prevent us from inhaling it. and that, my friends, is what i would call good "cigaretiquette".

hey! welcome (back, if you're a returner) to my bodacious bad-ass blog! im at our humble happy house in batangas, been a while since i last set foot on here. today is my youngest sister's 15th birthday and i gave her an uno stacko. my first option was actually an inuyasha figurine (it's her most favorite anime) but some stuff came about and depleted my funds. this coming wednesday is yet another special occasion that requires gift-giving: layla and i will be celebrating our 3rd year anniversary! hooray!!! a lot has happened within those years, proof that tempus does fugit fast. there were good times, bad times, ups and downs, rights and wrongs, cheers, tears, and fears, just millions of memories, and if by some sorcery i had to go through all of it again, im in, merlin. as long as it's still with layla. she is my life, my edge, my balance. and i love her verily. anyways, i can't wait to give her my gift. i like gifts, giving em, taking em, thinking of new ways to present them. i don't know, it's my thing to not just hand over the gift and greet her, i like a great surprise set up to accompany the gesture so that she doesnt just get a gift, she experiences it. plus, i like making her cry. happy tears, of course.


oh, by the way, ive quit my e-mailing job.the three-month contract expired and when they showed me a new one, an extension upto october with no salary increase and added benefits (same sht, different paper), i refused to sign it. well, actually it's not really about the money... okay, it's always about the money, that's what jobs are for, but what im tryin to say is that i had other reasons to not keep the job and only a better-looking paycheck amount would sway my decision, depending on how good it looks.well, it looked exactly the way it looked the first time i saw it so i said "screw you, morons." (in my mind) and let myself out and now im a bum again. but not for long, tonto, not for long... (weird. have you seen those movie scenes, usually in the ending, where, after surviving an ordeal, the protagonist, sometimes with a companion, walks off smiling, in slow-motion? i kinda had that when i exited the osma building. took off the id, paused at the sidewalk, wind blew, involuntary smile, then i crossed the road towards a new destiny...)

as jessica simpson/daisy duke would have said it, these links are meant for clicking:

funny classified ads - body tricks - jack the ripper - weird records - davy jones - bad ads - google logo artist - cool cursor kite - not-everyday pics - moscow underground - keyboard food tray - strange statues -

then there's the new trailer for the teenage mutant ninja turtles cgi movie:


and that's my cue. thanks for tuning in. hope you always find the time, interest, and internet connection to come back here. au revoir and take care out there, friends.