We were looking through a collection of images by Luis Royo and other artists whose creations fall along the same genre: meaning, gorgeous women with unbelievable bodies and legs to turn anorexic for... hehehe... and a thought flashed through my shallow, poor self image obsessed mind of how I wish God had made these artists prior to the majority of the population, and had 'ripped', 'pirated', or at the very least 'plucked' how these men envision women straight from their minds, or as an alternative, procured their services in conceptualizing and architecturing how the 'average' female would look like.

But i'm sure God has a good reason why my legs aren't three inches longer.
niz on 10:37 AM CST [ link ]

Nothing is harder to resist than the kind of hunger which food cannot rationally satisfy. I'm talking about craving... which is sometimes so horrible I feel as if it's eating me from the inside, and it takes all my willpower, all the control I have within me not to give in to the torment...
niz on 05:46 PM CST [ link ]

A quick expulsion of brain flatulence...

If someone asked you 'How do you make your living?', how would you answer the seemingly innocuous question? With some thought, I realized that i'd have to say that I live when I dance, I literally come alive, every muscle, every tendon, every part of me is attuned and responsive to whatever moves I want them to do, so yes, this is what I do for a living and I definitely do not get paid for it, and from this it became clear to me that there is nothing small or subtle about the seemingly synonymous questions of how one makes a living or how one makes money.

All there is is distinction.
niz on 12:20 PM CST [ link ]

[For the record, before spoiling someone's appetite with the blog below, I just have to say that I love my socks today, they're actually candy striped, and I vainly think that they make my feet look adorable... hihihihi.]

Retroactive.Blog which was actually written on 15.September.2004

I find the idea that I might have parasites in my stomach to be highly disturbing. I'm a pesco vegetarian meaning I ingest a lot of raw vegetables, and i've always taken it for granted that i'm invincible to worms or bacteria of any order, a niggling feeling i've had in my belly since yesterday and an incident in the bathroom this morning brought the nightmarish worm incidents of my childhood back to haunt me, and I feel faint at the thought of a slimy, wriggly relative of the Anaconda taking up residence in my digestive track, just the very thought is enough to turn me towards overcooked vegetables and fastfood dishes which I normally think of as the anti-thesis of healthy dining for life.

I'd be on the verge of a serious depression, but for the insane idea that part of the consumption of a pesco vegetarian is seafood and aren't worms considered bait?
niz on 12:05 PM CST [ link ]

I was looking forward to some quiet time this morning prior to facing the day on my way to the bathroom which I consider as my Transcendence Portal and where I do my best Dave Barry Immitations (which means I see life two hues more brightly and a stone's throw lighter than I normally do, yes I actually have a sense of humor when i'm in the bathroom). I abide by this bizarre belief that I could actually write like Dave Barry if I had a happier type of disposition (which has neither been proven or disproven... hehehe).

Anyway, it was in this frame of mind in which I entered the bathroom when I suddenly found the barrier of sound surrounding me shattered by an obnoxiously loud blast of music (of course it's questionable whether the force imposing itself upon my sound barrier really was music or some kind of sonic garbage brought to bear upon our galaxy from a more advanced species who sees our world as a decomposition heap for their audio visual discharge), really it was loud enough to merit an eardrum replacement transplant, and it was coming from somewhere just directly beside and underneath where our bathroom is situated, though one cannot deny the possibility that the assault on my senses might have been coming from a source as far away as the moon judging from how loud it was.

Really, I see myself as a founding parent of the school of belief which promotes the value of living and at the same time allowing others to live, provided that they don't attempt to kill themselves, me, or anyone close to me while they're doing their 'living', that's how much of a liberal I am, but I draw the line and I would draw a sword at anyone who tries to force their bad taste down my throat at such a Godly hour of the day when God through our regular bathroom conversations is still in the process of making a human out of me.

Not Dave Barry, but human enough.
niz on 03:10 PM CST [ link ]

The way one's mind can wander tickles my sense of irony so, so much so that my blog juices are being squeezed, and i'm at work and giving in to the temptation, more like the luxury, since this is the first time ever that I find myself with internet access in my workplace, or any place else for that matter, not that i'm begruding anyone or grumping too much about it but I don't exactly have that much of free access to the 'net at home, so to have a DSL connection installed on my work PC which in principle is exclusively mine to use is sublime, like taking a cold bath after an exhilirating dance work-out. It's more than a technological paradise for me, it's a path of freedom away from the mind-numbing clerical work I find myself burgeoned with day in and day out. It reminds me of what I am. I'm rating it right up there with salmon sahimi, and dancing, and a cool, rainy day. It defines me and refreshes me.

Wandering minds... yes... wandering minds... I find it funnier still how my tastebuds can be enjoying a sumptuous lunch of one of my favorite types of fillets, a sweet and sour dish no less, and I find myself salivating for a Garlic and Cheese Pizzadilla from Greenwich sans the garlic lest I end up unintentionally committing homicide with my breath whilst my eyes intently follow a cockroach as he systematically runs to and fro across the office floor while every thinking fiber of my being is completely electrified and euphoric about finally having hooked a client, after oh, so many rejections, I no longer bother to count lest I aggravate what is turning out to be a chronic inferiority complex, one which seems to be taking my whole lifetime to cure.
niz on 12:59 PM CST [ link ]