tj cafuir | the Life and Times

Nan really has an eye for art. What more if he studied Fine Arts instead of Philosophy at the Ateneo. Hmmm. I think I need to replace my header now with some great photography. *Ahem. Click here for Nan’s People and Potraits.

“It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause, who at best knows achievement and who at the worst if he fails at least fails while daring greatly so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.”

- Theodore Roosevelt @ Sorbonne 1910

So there was the Inane Rambler and me at 1:30 in the afternoon preparing our Amazing Race station. See the brown thing I’m holding? That’s a ridiculously priced tanning lotion (so fag, I know).

See, I really hate my pale white skin. Why? Because girls think I’m gay just by looking at this whitey so-called conyo skin! So I went on a mission to totally darken it. Now after soaking as much sun as I could, it was an epic fail. All I got was sunburn. Now my back skin throbs like hell and instead of getting a tan, all I got is red. ****’in burnt red.

Ouch. Even my arms are so burnt.

My skin is a curse. And it’s not even tisoy white. It’s white-yellowish Korean skin. Ewww. And hey, you should see my legs. Double ewww. Why can’t I have surfer tan? Dammit. Blah, I go now. Till the next tanning moment, girls please. Don’t judge a man by his skin. Judge him by his…

Curls. Ay fabolous! Wahaha! Thanks Nan and Kupy for the pics.