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My fatal flaw is that I have no filter. Acquaintances I barely know, people I have only met in passing, will light up when I run into them in the mall – “Oh, I love your tweets! Your blog entries! Your status updates,” they’ll say. “You’re hilarious! You’re crazy!”

I guess this is the offshoot of me being such a socially-inept, awkward nerd. I’m an affirmation whore, with an incredible need to be accepted, and the simplest, fastest way I think I can get people to like me is by making them laugh with crude crassness.

Hence the torrents of outrageous oversharing that used to populate my Twitter and Facebook accounts – what kind of underwear I’m wearing for the day, how I like to multi-task by shaving my head and smoking while taking a dump, the new sex tape scandal I’ve downloaded, etc. Things designed to fall askew of conventional social decorum, and provoke a reaction from the reader.

Well, somebody call John Mayer, cos I think I’m the latest, greatest incarnation of the legendary Captain Backfire..

Above all things, I value openness, honesty, and sincerity. I can’t filter myself, because I’m such an emotional person – a classic INFP, by Myers-Briggs standards. I navigate the world by how I feel, by intuition, by how I perceive things. And closing myself off emotionally would mean I couldn’t connect to the world in that way.

And I suppose I’m leaving myself open to getting hurt when I do that. That’s the sort of thing that happens when you lay yourself out so honestly and openly to people – especially the ones you choose to love. You’re always just a little bit more vulnerable to getting your heart broken in those cases, mainly because it isn’t really inside your chest anymore – it’s in their hands, unprotected, and theirs to either cradle or crush.

But you know what?

I would choose to feel that pain one million times, over even trying to live a life without love.

There are some things that are worth being hurt for.

JC made a wonderful point in an article from Details he re-posted recently.   

When it comes to a guy talking about another guy, there are only three strictly acceptable adjectives in the dictionary:
  1. Cool
  2. Awesome
  3. Badass
(And to be technically correct, “badass” isn’t even in any dictionary that I know of, except quite possibly for the Urban Dictionary of Kickassery, Abridged Edition, 2001…)

To be fair, there are a lot of times when it will suffice to simply say, “he’s cool,” “he’s awesome,” or “he’s badass.”

It just doesn’t feel right when one dude wants to say about another dude, “he makes me laugh,” or “I enjoy being around him.”

I suppose there are ways around it, and the best theory I’ve heard when one wants to do a deeper exposition on another guy is to quickly and fluidly quickly follow up with a distinctly masculine, alpha male nonsequitir.

For example:
  1. “Dude, I think you look totally fabtabulous in those flat-front pants… Boobs!
  2. “Pare, you should totally stick to jewel tones… Ang lupit ni Marlou Aquino!”

Until someone comes up with a better way to safely pull off a non-awkward dude-on-dude exposition, this is the best thing I can think of.

I am not a religious guy (truth to tell, I haven’t properly been to Mass in years), but every once in a while, I confess to seeing something so divinely awesome and well-crafted that it can’t help but blow my mind as I say to myself, “Gee whilikers, ang galing talaga ni Papa Lord.”

While watching the doggies prowl and sniff around the garden, I noticed something supremely cool.

This is a profile pic of a four-year-old beagle, Sir Conan Hart Dela Mugis.

Conan

While watching him snuffle his way around the garden, I just happened to notice the superb engineering of his snout – the angle is set perfectly such that when he sniffs the ground, the line from his nose to his jaw is set perfectly parallel to the ground!

God truly is a genius, I must admit…

My my my.

Tracy Isabel Borres.

This is one of the more mildly controversial topics I’ve seen floating around the blogosphere. (screencaps of her blog entry attached, but I am thinking this is creating a buzz only because Gorrell is currently on hibernation)
I don’t begrudge her for not being able to vent anything deeper than ohmygollyhowkadirinamanthesepeopleare in her blog. Not all life lessons come immediately, and even when they do, not all of us articulate enough to compose them into a straightforward essay we can share with our friends.

I will give her the benefit of the doubt, and simply ask – how will she live her life from here on in? We don’t expect all people who join an immersion to suddenly become saints and social activists. but if she learns to be more appreciative of her material comforts, and grateful to those who are kind and who provide for her, that becomes a plus in my book. Consuelo de bobo nalang, i guess.

She’s a ditz, i will say that, but as someone who does not truly know the person. She doesn’t strike me as being very nice. Again, that is not a fully-informed judgement. I certainly wish she could have been more reflective on her experience. But still. Feelings are feelings, and I will respect her right to vent her very visceral reaction to that one weekend.

How she will live the rest of her life – it’s sad that none of us will ever find out. We will only know her as a name on this particular blog post that she never meant for anyone outside her close circle of friends to read.

How would any of us have reacted in her place? Tell me.

[UPDATE: Her response to this whole mini-controversy right here]

I recently pitched out a simple question to an Apple Mac community of which I am a part. Do you, I asked, use WiFi while on the john?

If you’re like me, you probably have a preconceived notion in your head of what Mac users are like – sleek, sophisticated, urbane, intellectual, cultured, and profound. I imagine them writing haikus or perhaps drafting this generation’s response to the Mona Lisa on their Macs. You’d think such a slick group would have equally slick potty habits, wouldn’t you?

The results from my survey were shocking. Here are the results from my sample size of 60.

Three out of every four Mac users claim to regularly use their gadgets while taking a crap. 49% use their ultra-portable doodads (an iPhone, an iPod touch, or a PSP, maybe), while just over one-fourth actually drag their full-time, full-size laptops into the bathroom.

“Isn’t that why WiFi was invented?” asked a very successful restaurateur. “Anything you guys can do, us girls can do better,” was the response of the sole female who answered my survey. Others told me of bathrooms custom-designed to allow room for a 15″ TiBook on their laps, while others recommended investing in curious-looking tables that apparently put their laptops on a very strategic location while doing their business.

Who am I to contradict such an emphatic bunch?

And the terms they came up with for their toilet sessions were hilarious. “Dropping the kids off at the pool,” was my personal favorite, while “sitting at the Oval Office” was cute too.

Here’s the moral of the story.

“If you are going to borrow someone’s Mac, make sure you sanitize, dry-clean, and otherwise sterilize your hands thereafter.”

I know a lot of Mac users. A bunch of officemates within close proximity are iPhone users. Knowing that I run a 75% chance of getting contaminated with post-shittal germs and residual bacteria, MDJ Superstar hereby officially pledges to keep his hands to himself when it comes to reaching out for someone else’s gizmo.

These prolonged Number Two sessions do accomplish one positive result though. They explain why, as a whole, Mac users are less full of crap than Windows users.

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