see cat

dude, this couch is like comfy and shit. and i'm tired, because i did absolutely nothing today. it's tiring, you know.


head is too heavy. must be all the brainpower i have. i hate my nose too. need to flatten it.


sniff sniff. smells like ass, dude. can you wash this shit?


zzz.....catnip, greenies, birdies, canned food....zzzzzzzzzz

walk from work

merry christmas

why is this loser buying a a stupid green tent?

i think i'll raise his hopes by going inside it a few times, let a few days pass, then piss it in and never ever go near it again, thus crushing his spirits.

merry christmas, fucker.

1 gb and 3 days

of digital photos later, i've come to the realization that i fucking suck at taking pictures underwater.

preliminary examination shows the following breakdown:
- 70% of the pics were an homage to van gogh's blue period. if i looked at those pictures any longer, i'd cut my own ear off too.

- 29.9% were out of focus, blurry pics. it's almost like looking at the underwater life when you're on acid. colors running everywhere.

- 0.1% were not sucky pictures. and i use the description "not sucky" very very loosely. lindsay lohan loose.

so it seems that i spent almost $200 on my underwater camera housing just to prove that i totally suck at it. it's just like taking the SATs again.

why pay money just to prove you suck donkey balls?

kryptonite

i can deal with crazy roller coasters, bumpy everlasting bus rides, uncomfortable train rides, long choppy boat rides, nyc subway, boston T, but i can't last through a simple "for 6 yr old" swing ride without getting sick.

what kind of sick twisted logic is that?

fuck, it's 2am already?

which means i have yet to finish packing. clothes i mean. scuba gear has been packed since this afternoon.

which means i am fucked, because i need to be up in 2.5 hrs.

which means i will be dead tired for my 6:15am flight.

which means i need to get my butt there by 5:15am.

which means i am in trouble, because my ride's getting here at 5am, and it takes at least 30 minutes to get there.

which means i will be late and rushed, but i will get on that ride even if i means i have to blow someone. maybe not.

which means i'll swear that one of these days i'll actually go to be earlier the night before a trip.

which means i'll definitely never ever achieve that goal.

which means i should probably stop blogging and go to bed now, doesn't it?

i have a dream

that one day, i will be able to find a passive stream of income.
that i'll be able to sit on my fat chubby ass and blog all day.

so i'm thinking of setting up a kitty porn website. it's just like those sorority webcam sites, instead of girls, monthly subscribers will be able to see what kitty cat is doing 24 hours a day.

here's a preview of what you might get if you paypal $9.95 to fishballer at gmail.com

*no cats were stripped in the taking of this picture.

masterpieces

zzzzzzz

you go downstairs to get some water, only to see the fucker taking over your pillow in your absence.

asshole.

iron chef what?

cat lounging on fridge watching me putz around the kitchen.

after 2 hrs of running around, buying the necessary equipment, ingredients for my big project, i actually spent another few hours completing it.

wow.

i know. for other peeps, maybe it is nothing, but for the allergic to cooking me? it wasn't the norm. i have to admit though, it was pretty fun. it turned out ok, i guess. haven't really tasted it yet, but it looks somewhat like what its supposed to look like. tomorrow shall be the guinea pig day, either it turns out ok or i get food poisoning. we'll see.

all this for a skirt.

meow

crazy cat picture posting person strikes again!

man, i wish i were a cat

sniff sniff

what's this little smoking shit?

by special request

stupid cat chilling in bed

lost photos of cozumel 06

it was brought to my attention (through constant bitching by a certain someone who shall remain anonymous who has a grey fluffy cat) that i was negligent in documenting his experience in cozumel through photography.

thus, i fired up my camera and realized that i had indeed taken pictures of him exploring the underwater world. here and now, i share the lost pictures with the great readers of my blog.

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here he is, taunting an eel of some kind. i warned him not to get too close, but all he mumbled was "unagi, unagi". sensing that my logic would not be able to combat his low IQ, i decided to document the event.


here he is, up close and personal with a starfish. notice how the attention hog looked at the camera to make sure his face was captured in the shot. has he no shame? i do not know.


i think this is the best picture of them all. it captures his "at one"ness with the underwater world. he morphed himself to adapt to the underwater conditions, and thus was able to navigate through the corals in perfect form. i envy his buoyancy control.

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don't say i never documented your adventures underwater, buddy. hope those pictures bring back wonderful memories.

Perspective

on any single dive, no two people will see have the same experience, see the same exact things. so everything's a matter of perspective. your point of view, the context in which you set things in.

but this, i can't really decipher what it is. i've looked at it from every possible angle, and yet, i still can't draw a conclusion that i'm confident about. sure, i could venture a guess, but there's absolutely no certainty to it. well, i've learnt to just drift along with the current and see where it leads you to.

at least i'm underwater.

yeah yeah yeahs

eating at an ethiopian restaurant just to get out of the rain : $48.00
2 beers at 9:30 club : $12
2 tshirts : $40
forgetting about everything during a 60 minute set : fucking priceless

makeover

i've been looking for some sort of change in my life for a while now.

i mean, i fucking quit my job cold turkey and shaved my head. still, i realized it wasn't enough.

i needed an edge. that distinct look. something like michael jackson and his white glove.

so here it is : my new edgy, dangerous look.


damn, i'm cool.

here's wishing

smiles for everyone in the new year

(even if they're forced)

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