58. An open letter to my long hair

Dearest Long Hair,

When I was a kid, I remember the time when I wanted a long flowing shiny black hair. You see, I am a rocker by heart. Although my dream to have a long hair wasn’t really possible because number one, my parents won’t allow me and number two because I went to a prude unimaginative catholic school where the last remnants of Nazi like teachers and administrators worked.

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57. Diet Update: Joel’s obesity through the years

I admit. Aside from being a drunkard, a druggie, a gambler and a freaking sexual offender, I also have a sort of eating disorder. The type that I DON’T STOP EATING either until I throw up or pass out. It all started out after highschool I guess, I blame college for what I have. People in my former university are vain and being anti social, I usually do the opposite of the norm. Everyone was trying to pass and diet at the same time. I did the exact opposite, I failed and I ate myself to rebel status. Err. Yeah.  

Some people say I’m strong and insensitive. But it’s actually the opposite. I am sensitive. I am usually depressed. Being so I tend to eat my problems away. Yeah, the typical “I eat because I’m depressed, I’m depressed because I eat” shit and look at me now. I wasn’t like this before. I went to the gym, I played sports (like magic and games of the general) I am a freaking frustrated CAT officer and I could proudly say I am fitter than all of them officers!! (more…)

56. Why here?

I’ve been staring at the screen for hours now not knowing what to write. Browsing from one site to another trying to get an idea from anywhere in the web. My mind is blank. Is it because of the diet? The fact that my wife is back in Singapore and I’m still here? Then something popped into my head. I don’t know why but I remembered what an acquaintance said two days ago. He’s actually a foreigner. An American I think. Forgot to ask where he was from but judging from his accent, he’s from the land of the free and the home of - err.. I guess you know from where. (more…)

55. Don’t Make Me Hungry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m hungry.

So, It’s been a while. Thanks to our broadband connection which for the last eight weeks was down for erm.. six WTF weeks. I’s like I’m living in a third world count - Ok. I won’t go there. I am not updated on the internets anymore. The Internet has moved on without me. Don’t get me wrong now, They have an awesome product. Faster downloads (*torrEHEMnts*), faster browsing (*poEHEMrn*)  and the works. Problem? Their after sales customer service bull crap which sucks as much as me playing badminton. Also, I really have to have my cough checked. (more…)

54. The day I’ve dreaded is here!!

It all started with a boil or in tagalog, Pigsa.

I was minding my own business, preparing for work, on a Tuesday morning when it appeared. A lump on my chest with a reddish area. The night before I was trying to prick this black head on my chest. It was quite stubborn. I wanted it to launch and stick on the mirror. It didn’t. It didn’t even bleed. The morning after it has turned into a volcano of sorts. Hence my THIRD NIPPLE IS BORN!!! Dun dunn DUNN!!!

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