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Efficient Well, not me obviously. It has been ages since my last post. I have been very busy though. This morning I had to renew my driving license in the Philippines. Interestingly what I though will be a torturous walk through bureaucracy turned out to be easy street. It took me less than an hour to walk out with a brand-new license in my pocket, drug test and everything. By the way - drug test. It sucks. They had nothing good to try.

Recycling It is said that when your hair grows back after chemotherapy it becomes sometimes curly or different in structure. I noticed that my fingernails had ripples in them and I thought it might have something to do with all that poison they put in you. 4 ripples - 4 sessions of chemo. Yesterday a friend of mine pointed out that all the platinum they drip into you has to go out somewhere and it is too big for the kidneys to handle so it comes out in your hair and fingernails. That's what makes those hair curly and ripples in the finger nails. Platinum is expensive stuff. I better keep my toenail clippings in a safe place from now on. My hair of course is a different story. It went all blue again.

A friend, Bing Beltran referred to my photography as being : "kinetic". I like that. From now on I like to refer to myself as : Andy Maluche Kinetic Reality Photographer and Participating Observer

Puerto Galera Jazz Festival My photographs have been featured in the The Correspondent, the magazine of the Foreign Correspondent Club in Hong Kong. See them on page 19 and 23 of the PDFs of the magazine. See all of the pictures here

I am not a relationship kinda guy. Hell, I can't even masturbate twice to the same porn video.

Ein Freund, ein guter Freund One of my best friends who happens also to be the funniest person I personally know and a great writer just started his own blog. Unfortunately for my English speaking friends, he only writes in German. But if you speak German you have to check out his website. If not, here is a story we wrote together and I translated: Kackeverduecken Here is his flag to my website on his blog. Below you'll find a rough translation. Ein Freund, ein guter Freund Ist schon eine feine Sache, so einen Freund zu haben. Und wenn man mehr als einen Freund hat, umso besser. Aber am allerbesten ist es einen Freund zu haben, der Stabheuschrecken jagt. Denn das ist eigentlich ziemlich sinnlos, aber sicherlich ganz lustig. Auf alle Faelle lustiger als Modellflugzeuge saubloed in der Gegend rumfliegen oder Eisenbahnen im Kreis rumfahren zu lassen. Die Rede ist von keinem Geringeren als dem guten alten Stick Insect Hunter. Dieser Mann ist unheimlich schuechtern und gleichzeitig wahnsinnig agressiv. Man munkelt, dass er, wenn er sich unbeobachtet fuehlt, sogar vor sich selber Angst hat. Das gibts nicht? Ueberzeugt Euch selbst auf seiner fabelhaften WebSite. A Friend, a good Friend It is great having a friend like that and if you have more than one friend - even better. But nothing beats having a friend who hunts stick insects. Sure, it doesn't make any sense but definitely is a lot of fun. In any case it is funnier than flying model planes idiotically through the landscape or watching toy trains drive around in circles. I am talking about nobody less than the good ol' Stick insect Hunter. That man is terrible shy but at the same time madly aggressive. Rumors have it that he is afraid of himself if he thinks he is not being watched. You think I am pulling your leg? Check it out for yourself on his fabulous website.

It's amazing how much stuff you can get done during the day if you didn't have 20 beers the night before. I should try that more often.

Date: Exhibit # Title: January 16. 2006 060116 Can You Handle Bar ? click on the picture to see the rest of the series

Just a series of pictures I have been taking at my hang-out Handle bar

Somebody asked me if I smoke marijuana and I said that I used to but it affected my memory and I forgot who my dealer was and then I couldn't buy it anymore.

NS 9 (3 kinds of mushroom with wanton and herbal noodles) Usually you won't hear many negative things from me. The main reasons for that is that I don't like to document when I am in a foul mood. The other reason is that I am very shy and I don't like to bare my emotions unlike certain body parts of mine. This is one of the occasions you can get a rare insight into a healthy, "holiday blues" kind of belligerent rant. Transcripted from a yellow pad written at the North Park Noodle House at 11 pm, Christmas day. Here it is: It still feels like routine sitting here and ordering NS 9 (3 kinds of mushroom with wanton and herbal noodles) although it's more than a year ago the last time I did. And it is even longer ago that I bought a yellow pad and a cheap ball pen to document my thoughts while I am waiting for my NS 9 (3 kinds of mushroom with wanton and herbal noodles). My brain has been mostly paralyzed in the last month. The inconvenience of reality is smothering any possible creative ambition. It doesn't hit creativity directly. No, reality much smarter than that. It hits you below the belt and targets self confidence. Suddenly I am surounded by screaming signs of the futility of mankind. Destructive politics, silly courtship behavior and annoyingly bad mass productions catering to the lowest common denominator. All the things that normally pearl off my field of attention like water drops on a lotus leave. Suddenly for some reason those drops leave trails of mud over my cheerful disposition. I have the feeling as if somebody wants me to grow up, to become one of those miserable adults. What does it mean to grow up besides the lack of self confidence, cynicism, pretense and practical egoism? Wisdom? Wisdom can be found anywhere independent of experience and sophistication. Mushrooms are good for you some wise men say. That's why I ordered NS 9 (3 kinds of mushroom with wanton and herbal noodles). I am not suffering mental anguish. It's more a combination of cynicism and indifference. In other words - a foul mood. And it's not depression either. I know depression. It's depression light with far fewer calories. One of the symptoms is an almost animosity against religion. I can easily understand the sinister motives behind people advocating patriotism and / or religion for their purposes but I can't understand how a normal, average, intelligent person can believe that stuff. And not only believing in it but going so far as to trying to screw up the trip for everybody else who doesn't believe the same mind numbing bull they do. See I told you I am belligerent. NS 9 (3 kinds of mushroom with wanton and herbal noodles) helps a little though. (Btw, don't worry. I am feeling just fine. It's only that Christmas thing that does that to me every year)

Date: Exhibit # Title: January 13. 2006 060113 MC 2 awards click on the picture to see the rest of the series

My photos have been featured in Adoi Magazine in Malaysia. Unfortuately on the website they put some watermark logo over the pictures so that you can't see anything. If you want to see how they suppose to look like check them out here

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