1. Buy Dunny
2. Repaint mural
3. Be awesome

As an avid fan of zombies and Dunnys, artist Patricio Oliver released his very own Zombie Pet Dunny. It glows in the dark too.

Cheese and rice look at that beauty, it was clearly MADE for me. I’ve got to get me that hunk of vinyl before it gets sold out.

Last year, I painted this funky looking mural in my bedroom (see photo below) and now I want to paint something else…really bad. I hate waking up to that every morning. I mean look at that, it’s a piece of joke! Only toddlers and hippies who get high will find my mural to be worth looking at.

I think I’ve gotten better so pretty sure I can give this badboy a nice upgrade.

I might want to paint one or two gigantic bodies on my wall, instead of doing multiple characters, albeit I’m not so sure what to paint yet. Any suggestions?

I don’t feel like I have to owe an explanation to a guy that I don’t want to talk to anymore if I’ve only met him once or twice.

You see there was this guy I met a club a while ago who I thought was uber sexy, and a terrific dancer (if I might add). We talked on the phone a couple of days after we met, and well, it turns out that he was pretty dumb. That’s a turnoff, btw. I thought the blandness of our conversation on the phone was a clear sign that we didn’t match, so I didn’t expect him to call me again.

Well he did eventually. I screened his call, because it’s the only rational thing I could do. Based on the level of our relationship—which was zero (there was no relationship to begin with)—I was not obligated to inform him we’re not compatible with each other and that we shouldn’t talk anymore.

Yeah it would totally suck to find out that you’ve just been rejected, but since there was absolutely no commitment involved, you’re supposed to bust a Jay-Z move and brush that dirt off yo shoulders. Move on to something else and if I decide to call you back, fine, that’s great.

This guy ended up calling my phone every other day for about two weeks, and I never answered once.

Exactly what part are you not able to grasp? If I’m not taking any of your calls, it has to mean something. If I like you, I will return your call-yeah, no shit, right? It should be a no brainer but it’s not for some, unfortunately. I’m not some vulnerable kidnapped victim who’s locked in a dark basement all day anxiously waiting for someone from the outside world to call me. But apparently, psycho over here has no commonsense whatsoever, and decides to abuse my number as if he was trying to sell me Viagra.

Fuck that, I’m not down with creepy callers and I’m not down with Viagra either.

Sometimes persistence isn’t the best idea to follow. You just gotta let some shit slide, or else your reputation gets dumped into the abyss of humiliation, where the rest of the creeps go.

I’m going to play along and write “10 weird, random facts, habits, or goals” about myself since I was tagged by Melle.

I believe I have already written one a couple of months ago on Myspace, but I wouldn’t mind writing a new set since I can come up with a never ending list of things about myself. This is just only the beginning!

1. I’m a gay man trapped inside of a woman’s body.
I can’t tell you how many times people have told me that I should’ve been a guy. I don’t take it seriously, since it’s all based on male stereotypes. For example, I prefer the single life. I don’t like commitment. I don’t ever want to get married. My opinions might change as I get older, but at this rate, going solo is the way to go. Also, I get ready really fast when I go out. Typically, my daily regime before heading out would be to change my clothes, use the bathroom, and then put on some deodorant. There’s nothing to it.

2. I was every parent’s worst nightmare.
Because no one ever taught me right from wrong as a child, I established my own rules. Most people probably went through their “bad stage” in their teenage/high school years, I, on the other hand, started in kindergarten all the way up to fifth grade. My family never knew about most of the things I had done (since they never ask), they assumed I was an overall good kid, but I wasn’t. I was just good at hiding my childhood antics. After attending elementary school, I eventually matured and grew morals.

3. Lolcats are retarded.
It’s not exactly about me, but it’s an opinion of mine that I’ve been aching to spill out. Maybe it’s the fact that I generally don’t like cats, I don’t know, but they’re still retarded. Most of them fail miserably at being funny or adorable, buuutttt this was one of the rare exceptions. I giggled:

4. I have an excellent memory…except for names.
The earliest memory I have was at the age of two. I’m also great at remembering faces (since the age of two as well), but I’m terrible at remembering people’s names. I’ve always been. If you have no personality or you’re not good looking, I probably won’t remember your name.

5. I hate the taste of alcohol.
I find that to be a blessing. After one sip, I’m done with it-I can’t go any further than a single gulp of any kind of alcohol beverage. No matter how mixed the drink is my spidey senses always manages to detect it. You’d have to get me drunk to drink. Ha!

6. Honker nosed and proud of it.
I’m an Asian girl who, oddly enough, has a big nose. I know society finds small, pointed noses to be more attractive, but I like mine. I think it gives me character.

7. I’m a geek for conspiracy theories.
Yeah that’s right, I’m into it. I enjoy coming up with my own and I enjoy reading other conspiracies, though I’m usually not a firm believer of them. They’re great for debating, debunking, and reading. One of my personal favorites is, “somewhere, someone has their finger held precariously over a button that will decimate the planet.” –Some Yahoo! user.
It is simple yet frighteningly feasible.

8. I’m definitely not camera shy.
I don’t have a problem admitting the fact that I like having my pictures taken. If someone’s going to snap a photo of me, I’m more likely to bust a diva pose then to hide from the camera. I find it so hilarious when people try to run away or cover their faces when someone tries to take a photo of them. Relax you bunch of nerds it’s not a gun they’re aiming, it’s a camera.

9. I would never want to own an Ipod or any other mp3 player.
I get sick of songs real fast. I use to download music nonstop on my computer, but I ended up hating the songs, I couldn’t possibly use an Ipod and have my songs follow me everywhere I go. So now I prefer listening to the radio station, because it’s unpredictable, random and you’d feel good if they’re playing your favorite song.

10. I hate procrastinating!
I’ll finish this later.