Kinda looks fancy but I don’t know what those globs of red stuff in the background are either. Could be… prions.
Blogs
Things You Can’t Unhear
I’ve just realized: where are my manners, I haven’t even asked if Smirketh got some in her date last night. But she did reveal, however, that they now have a TOE. I’m sure you’re thinking: toe, sexual activity, toe fetish,… Read More ›
Tough Love
In pure boredom I noted that I’ve been channel surfing for hours and hours on end, until I came across a new VH1 reality show called Tough Love wherein stereotyped women who have difficulty dating for one reason or another… Read More ›
High Estrogenic Content
I’ve been attempting to attend the morning endorsements the past few weeks, as the ward seniors this month are of the high estrogen variety and things could be very interesting. I was able to attend last month’s endorsements with an… Read More ›
The Silver Age… of Wrestling! For More.
Around twenty years ago—TWENTY!!!—my brother lifted off our giant kulambo and climbed over our giant bed and woke me up to inform me that Bret The Hitman Hart is now the World Wrestling Federation champion. He has, apparently, seen this… Read More ›
Invisible Jetplane!
While in the elevator which has the strange ability to carry a stretcher with an intubated patient, a huge oxygen tank, six other people, and a heavy trolley I noticed that the trolley was full of bibles, and what should… Read More ›
Melt
The thing about the rain now going down sporadically is that we can no longer complain as much and we can no longer attribute so many pointless things to the fucking heat. A few months back everyone was whining, whimpering,… Read More ›
Do You Like Me? A Quiz
Er, I mean, “Are You Like Me? A Quiz”, as I have no underlying desire to be liked, I am not clamoring to be liked, I’m not, I’m not hungry for approval, not everything I do is a subconscious wish… Read More ›
The Front Row, The Front Row, with Popcorn
In the summer of 1996 I bought my first ever record, Alanis Morissette’s Jagged Little Pill, which has been in circulation in 1995. I got it from Odyssey in Park Square Makati back when it still had Bun-on-the-Run, which was… Read More ›
Post-date Interrogation Guidelines For Those Playing the Role of the Understanding Guuuurlfriend
And so I went on with my post-date interrogations. In quick succession I asked these to Smirketh point blank with a straight face. Keep in mind that Smirketh was not in the proper frame of mind. At this point as… Read More ›
Hail, Smirketh!
Smirketh is wearing a hair clip today. And a pink blouse with lacy things dangling at the side. And she looked like she has taken a bath. And you know what they say about people who look like they’ve taken… Read More ›
Hiatus Over! Just Like That. Bigla.
Because apparently, I only need to put in a token entry and I would no longer be able to shut up again. HIV has recently dragged us to Tong Yang Hot Pot, which was my first time to eat in… Read More ›
Hiatus
Was about to write some sort of, well, lie, about having gotten some kind of life to which my blogger absence could be attributed–you know the drill: studying, participating in an orgy, getting into drugs, engaging in extreme sports, the… Read More ›
Craptacularly Shameful
When you gather thousands of doctors—internal medicine specialists at that—from all over the country you would expect palpable egos trying to topple each other, but on this rare occasion—the annual convention of the Philippine College of Physicians—everyone spectacularly and unabashedly… Read More ›
Kyawa
And so finally there was the annual interns’ Sunog, wherein the most reviled—REVILED!!!—personalities in the hospital were burned to the ground. No resident was really dragged out in the middle of doing an IE just so she could be hogtied… Read More ›
Childhood Trauma
Mrs. Therese has recently dragged me to Charles and Keith, that bright, shiny store in Rob selling expensive shoes with all sorts of glittery contraptions and buttons and stuff. In a totally reprehensible lookist manner I asked Mrs. Therese, if,… Read More ›
Poverty Reigns Supreme
Upon reading my derisive entry on her abject poverty Smoketh has declared that it doesn’t matter if she’s poor now, she knows she will get rich very, very soon. Also, she proclaims that she may be sleeping under a bridge… Read More ›
Poverty Rules!!!
Er, I mean, poverty sucks. Because truly life is already hard as it is, having to deal with the prospect of dying in a few years from cancer, the very real tendency of losing one’s temper and killing someone and… Read More ›
Inputs
Had I known that this field would require too much thinking I would have probably pushed through with my initial career option of being an action figure cabinet arranger/decorator, yes, truly we can invent careers, because I have a special… Read More ›
We Want Them Veneers
Wow, people are really waifing up. The still on going Internal Medicine Biggest Loser is turning out to be quite a doozy, as we are enjoying seeing previously plump people turn into total waifs, and it would have been totally… Read More ›
Supposed Former Melancholia Junkie 