I just found out how my blog looked like in Internet Explorer and w%&*$ **thunder of sweet nothing** I expected as much.


Click to view full pic :p






How about that. To think I still have a problem with my skin in Mozerilla Firefox *boo :p*. Yay, way to go.



I woke up sullen and bitchy --again and I decided I don't care anymore! As a matter of fact I won't complain much how **another thunder of sweet nothings** moronic it looked like. Oh, no I've done a handful of verses that made Zeus cringe already.

I've done enough. I just need to focus vexing how to turn my bloodshot eyes to slutty and bitching.





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Later in the news this evening I found out Michael Jackson died. As a matter of fact I don't care. I don't even know him aside from occasional glimpses of his malpractice-stricken face. Ah, he died young, not a couple of years older than my papito. Pity.





I said I don't know of him but I knew that he will be touring and doing *aherm* 'sold-out concerts around the world until 2010. And yes, i'm a walking contradiction. If my life is poetry I'd would be satirical. Vex vex, vex -,-


I should be editing my photos right now or dreaming hot steamy dream where I'm about to be steamified if such a word exist but alas, photobucket bailed on me again. I digress. I cannot be mouthing another shitload of verses right now as I am done with it. Damn skippy!









My ebook where art thou?! ------> >--0= ~~~~!

We are Darkness. We are Shadow.

We are the Rulers of the Night.

We, alone, stand between mankind and those who would see mankind destroyed. We are the Guardians.

The Soulless Keepers.

Our souls were cast out so that we would not forewarn the Daimons we pursue. By the time they see us coming, it's too late.

The Daimons and Apollites know us. They fear us. We are death to all those who prey upon the humans.

Neither Human, nor Apollite, we exist beyond the realm of the Living, beyond the realm of the Dead.

We are the Dark-Hunters.

And we are eternal.



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Yeah, yeah. Enough of the doom and gloom because, baby, that ain't us. You want to know what a Dark-Hunter is? We are what the intro says. We're Mad, Bad and Immortal. We're ancient warriors with attitudes who fight rough, and play hard.

We are the scary things that go bump in the night. And we love every minute of it. So when you think you're being watched. You just might be. The question is...is it something evil or is it one of us?











-kyaaa~~~ finally Ash's story was already out. Well, I mean it was for some time now but I finally manage to grab a paperback which half the original price. Yeah, it paves being an impostor groupie! haha. Who weren't seduced by Acheron when you read dark-hunter series or you just happen to bump to one Sherrilyn Kenyon book? ha, tell me?!


I added Ash's video too. Enjoy this libido-inducing gift to women. :p










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sherrilyn kenyon

Labels: acheron, dark hunter, sherrilyn kenyon, the year of the acheron

ah, recession recession ah~~





Give me some booze for the boasting my brother once said. An engine needs some fuel to fire it up and alcohol can do just that for him. Alas, thinking of sweet intoxication blurs my mind somehow. But I cannot be drinking right now. Hence, I am left with no choice but to squeeze out the few ounces of inspiration left in me to keep this writing going.


If I can’t have some booze, I might as well get high with talking, about booze-encounters and what it does to people, well at least to the people I know.

Ever wondered why is there a need for it to be in people’s systems before you can get actually get them to open up? And before I go on, may I just remind you that this is not written to in anyway to get you drinking. Nor I am trying to romanticize “drinking” sessions. These sessions, are in themselves, already an item, sans any exaggeration.


It doesn’t matter if it’s not a Saturday night, as the usual schedule for such a sessions is. Just as long as there’s a reason for a celebration or otherwise, then it’s a night *or even a day* of finding comfort with the likes of emperors and horses and saints, depending on how high your tolerance for alcohol is, and what your drinking-buddies have agreed to spend for * which is highly contingent upon how much damage their wallets can take or how much the generous benefactor can donate*.

And it doesn’t really take much effort to gather people to these sessions. Everyone is just a text away, or even a holler away. Invited or uninvited, they come. It is even easier to gather these people for “drinking” sessions than for doing group projects.


These sessions are primarily bonding sessions, where everyone says farewell to sobriety and say hello to intoxication. And just when people are already drunk or think they are drunk, they seem to have more guts, have more nerves, and become more daring.

Anyway, being wasted legitimizes every action and every word. All of a sudden every person finds him/herself whining about his/her issues – sensitive and non-sensitive ones. It is such a sight to behold when everyone starts pouring out his or her innermost sentiments – sentiments too inconceivable for each of them to posses; sentiments, too irreconcilable with each of their personalities. And they realize that it’s good that they are drunk because some revelations are just too much for a sound mind to handle.


“Drinking” sessions never lose their novelty. Never mind the hangover in the morning. Never mind that alcohol reduces the production of anti-diuretic hormones, hence more trips to the comfort room. Never mind the risk of getting grounded for going home so late or so early *in the morning*. Never mind the vulnerability to disclose too much. Never mind looking foolish for displaying one’s idiosyncrasies.


I could have promoted clean-fun here, instead of using this site to sell these sessions. It is just that sometimes, not-so-clean fun can be more ‘fun’ than clean-fun. But of course, one has to know his or her limitations too.

Puking because of drinking too much is not such a pretty sight. And so is going way too wild. We engage in these sessions as a way of exploring, of socializing, and not as a way of trying to get hooked.


So, when will be the next session? No need to see posters and print-ads for details.






p.s. how come photobucket is always down when I browse in my laptop? shit-ness :p

10. Gone with the wind :D

I thought 'll be wasting my sunny days away rolling in bed. Dead wrong. Because the thought of them *sister, siopao and cousins* rolling and spending time in warm and fuzzy sand is unbearable, so i packed and went. hahaha!




9. Boracay!

ah, you must be wondering why I single-out Bora. Its because my siopao of a brother wondered what a swimming digicam looked like. And this pictures were the only ones I uploaded before the cam went swimming. My mother went from amazement, bewilderment to unpeakable rage just within the span of 5 seconds. hahaha!! *toasted siopao*



















8. Drag me to Hell

Ah, moo~, I'll never be swayed again. Its damn right scary, the old woman is. And to those who forced me to spend hundred bucks, I'll drag all of you to Hell - you know who you are! :/









7. Dorm alone XD~

There's no one in dorm, scared me some more. I'm regretting I went home earlier that planned and because I was in second floor were students mostly I'm not used to eerie silence. Rather than ignoring the paranoia I just forced myself to sleep in vain. As a result I sometimes wake up sullen and bitchy. yea~~~~





6. Seventh time around :p

Ah speaking of dorm, for the love of God I moved again for the umpteenth time. My 7th time in 6 years. **But thruth be told, I love moving around** This time Im back in a dorm because for some *actually alot, denial dear* reason I can't stand being in an apartment where miracle happens when you actually knew your neighbor and vice versa. I love chaos and there's plenty here.




























The cabinet in my room which quite puzzled me. Why in the name of practicality did they have to cut the cabinet in half? Now they can just put partitions inside to have more space right, than go all the trouble of making it two mini cabinets. *I asked but then i was laughed at, hmmmm*








Partrick Star! newly dry cleaned because the peach-orange color turned muddy already. buhehehehe!






5. Ohana means family and family means to go and multiply. XD

My hammy just gave birth, take that! I didn't even know they do the deed and I absolutely am clueless the girl-hammy was pregnant. I thought she was just fat! Ah moo~ I should reevaluate my capacity as a pet owner. hihi! Pictures of the bundle of joy later.




4. The Witching hour

Truly absolutely fantastically bewitching. It is more than it means. It is more than the witches and supernatural and goth and what it portrays it to be. No, it is much much more than that.
Hook, line and shinker, I am.








3. Blogskin and Object Dock

Yep, I am entirely obssessed with Object dock *i love how your interface will look like Mac* and i'm editing my new blogskin so I can't spare a will to blog.



2. Crash and Burn

My claptop crashed.Finally. I know for sometime now that my laptop willed itself to crash, thank god it has some decency to hint and leave a tell. Now, there's nothing you can do with this right? buhaha





1. Lazy ass. I'm a lazy ass that's what I am. I just can't muster any motivation to blog when procrastination is sweet. boo!! hahaha!






p.s. it strucked me to blog more often though I don't know if I can. I'm weak from all of this really. bleee~~

Labels: blogskin, boracay, drag me to hell, object dock, witching hour

Only once in an eclipsed moon I update my blog.


I realized that I cannot write something that does not contain any rubbish talk like what the hell I've been up to or like a constant chatter about the smallest detail of my life **you know twitter-like haha!** I've been meaning too, to let certain people know how I've managed my life now that I became an adult or am I still the idiot I once am.

And it's effing frustrating how I can't write a paragraph now that does not include words like building system, work summary, estimate bidding form or materials quality control **part-time work**. Being an adult comes with its own perks and pressure like my aggressive goal to million what I earn. HAH!! How I wish to the moon I can still waste the night away and come to school late and just photocopy what I must learn. hehe!!



It's been so boring lately I can't help but think what was I doing a year ago?


Other than procrastinating and feeling miserable about my recent grade, I was probably hanging out with friends and wondering what I would be doing now. Maybe still catching some sleep. Sleep was precious way back.


2 Years ago.....

Definitely competing with daem in plate projects. Memorizing those crazy dance moves in P.E and planning the next gimmick in the pretense of site visit. Procrastinating again -_-


5 Years ago.....

Sunbathing the roasting heat of midday and donned in white T-shirt and fatigue stiffening my whole body to look like a true-blue Cadette officer. Worrying about crushes, boys, high school drama and a bad case of acne. I was just Adie the softball captain and fighting for the attention of the baseball captain was everything. Hehe!! **I was never reserved with my emotions then not like now and I can flirt to oblivion. where was all of my impulsiveness gone?**


10 years ago.....

I was the snotty little brat who likes to gang up her younger sister. And worrying is just a pain in the ass. Cartoon network was like the next best thing and Play station. Must I've been wondering about all of this, I don't know.



haaay....who knows what I'll be like the next time I feel like writing about myself again.hmmmm

ja ne!













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May 22, 2009:





I've cut my Rapunzel hair and it's effing short now. Shoulder length and super layered. Its like what I sported back then only better and super better. hehe!

I decided to cut the ugly part and the hairdresser was horrified when he saw i'm harbouring an abominable dead hair. **must be a taboo in his world** When I hinted he will cut it bob style I instantly bolted out. He must have realized there's no way in this third world place I will sport a do' like that. No effing way!

Dorm people said I look decent and like a girl now. what?! So, all the while I look like a walking asexual being? Hate chuu XD


Sister strongly insisted on taking a photo of me and put it on her blog. Fucking no. I'm the only one can abuse her and do the things she must have dreamt of doing to me as a retribution. deal with it -_-

An acquaintance pointed out not so long ago why I bother with long posts and its making readers **like her obviously** strained reading it. Does she think I cared? I blog to please myself.

As a response this should cover it. hehe! -_-







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Another batch of retrieved pictures. This time our pseudo-excursion under the name of BIO 101.

Quick summary; because we were obliterating one by one until graduation **blame of the maths in the world** we were reduced to 9 students who still hasn't taken up BIO 101 and its pretty estranged listening to the 20, 000 leagues under the sea were you're down to 9 people.

We're supposed merge with the group of freshmen but all of my classmates turned up one by one at the pier in the pretense on camaraderie **this was one of those moments when WE feel obligated to come because the call of beach + free = fun were very intense** after we thought they won't come at all. And to think I encourage **hence begged** half of them when they already planned out the beach invasion beforehand. hah!!







Crazy people. -_-








Tina, usutsuki! And to think I pleaded you to come and all the while you planned to?! grr.....









The first boat was ours the second was the freshmen's. And I don't exactly recall where we are, my teacher lost me at the mention of scuba diving. XD Well, behold the wonder of Samal Island, or so they say. hehe! And yes it is white sand.







Snorkeling!!! I know how to dive mind you **how come I don't when there's a big dam just in the outskirt of our town**











**one of the things you pick up when you were together for almost 5 years and seeing each other's faces everyday was that never show any pound of flesh than you normally show to further fed the ero-ero infested minds of the highly libido-ed individuals. we can never forget how thick skinned they are! daem I doubt you're one of them but who knows? you have the same genetic structure. hehe!**












Among the advantages of them showing up? They come bearing food!! ahaha. Now Maam whose name escaped me, who says they're trouble? -_-








Carla and Marga enjoying their grilling. Carl, if I knew better I won't ever believe you cooked something edible. well....








There's nothing better than grilled bangus coupled with savoury spicy sauce than i guess an equally mouthwatering hunk in trunks strolling along the beach. hehe!!














While the others were busy cataloging the forgotten BIO project we were busy playing around. Well, the food evens out the fare so we just asked them to remember all those they did under and along the sea or so we thought they actually did. vague...




















On the boat home. Everyone was dead tired and asleep but we still manage to capture the moment before sunset and the calmness of the sea. Breathtaking, really.












We were provided with great view for our attempt to emo-ness of course. xp


















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Side story: I know what you did last field trip!



We were supposed to go swimming again after, this time in swimming pool. If these people were high on energy booster I don't know but, I never had any intention of going. Tiredness is a symptom of aging!

I never heard of their chatter about this the day after. I don't know the details but........


THIS HAPPENED!








No wonder! Goodness, who died and made them the next bunch of those shameless pseudo-hunks on TV?!! am laughing my ass of really. **staring too long will cause an intracranial pressure followed by seizure and will result in sudden death**


























Eda Karla Rodriguez, star student. Pag-asa ng bayan. went crazy




























These are the only ones I manage to snagged before they went to great lengths to retrieve the pictures scattered! hahaha. **The traitor were among them and budget for classroom espionage could feed a mid-size classroom. BWAHAHAHA!!!**












Where it all happened










It brings amusement to us the misfortune of others. hehe! Rai-rai nearly send a great fortune of these pix for our batch's yearbook. They made a devil's bargain I suppose. Retribution comes to those who wait. Sweet.....












p.s. eds, gomeeeen!!! hehehe what can I do? its your misfortune these pictures were retrieved. XD

Labels: biology 101, boat, grilling, samal island, snorkelling, swimming

I'm liking this words. Watching re-runs of Avatar does some good to my vocabulary. hehe!







How hard it is to be a professional bum, I wonder. I'm officially a bum now. And I'm currently learning the ways of being a bum. I thought my back-up plan was good, but what I didn't expect was that fate's plan was even better. LOL.

Now I'm left with the option to either use my savings *which I painstakingly endure meriendas* or to work in call centers. hehe! WHAT?! With jobs available to my line of work, I'll be eating my hammies in no time.


Well, it's not that i'm totally out of option, my father gave me one. And he's the reason i'm in this predicament. If I still want my allowance I'd have to work for him in the construction. Money's in the construction, his words. And I'll be my own boss. He also won't share with the profits of small projects he will give me. VERY TEMPTING! The catch? Construction will be my death bed in no time.

The overview: FATHER only bids in projects offered in south cotabato, which means it's in rebel infested areas. Laborers and the et cetereas don't respect me least follow me. I have a problem commanding someone older than me *geezers*. And I tasted all of this twice when poverty was unbearable during holidays and summers. Goodness, I always get yelled at by Father not because of incompetence but because i'm a wimp, I'm at loss at how to yell and straighten their butts out. And you know how I think yelling at someone who doesn't move the way you want them to is a pain in the ass. hehe! I have authority issues. Amen.

Another thing, I experienced once being the project manager of a small project in Sariff Aguak, a solar dryer. It's in Muslim area, but I don't have anything against Muslims, except that water and oil doesn't really mix in together. You know how people get funny when it comes to religion *touchy topic*. They worked just before 2pm and expected to be paid a days worth. The laborers were another thing, they kept bothering an advance even though they're overd ropped. The wives and children does the trick though. What?! How can I refused them when they had puppy-eyes and sob stories??? I lost half the income.


Ah, seems like I can't move on with that past ordeal. If I can't deal with it sooner or later I'll be the one moving on in thy kingdom come out of hunger. hehe!


But i'm still up with call centers though. Beggars can't be choosers right? Night jobs are not a big deal to me. I've been used to live in nighttime too besides Im miserable in daytime. hehe! The promised of high salary still deludes my mind. You know, the frenzy of anticipating lotsa money on the 15th circling my mind. But then again, my sideline *autocad* beats call center. hahaha


Aaaahhhaaha.....penniless is mortifying, ne? I can't believe lotsa people opt for being a bum as a career choice. And I also can't believe why my mind still refuse to comprehend that there's no easy money. hahaha! Mataku, haven't I learned *and watched* over and over again the teachings of Patrasche and REMI and Edward-kun *Srgt. Keroro cited* the principle of Equivalent Trade? That enable to gain something you must present something of equal value. *bow* Amen.

Labels: avatar, bum, call center, construction, holiday, summer

After thinking trice, I decided I'll have this page to my good old’ mother because I realized that she’s a one hell of a woman. There is no dull moment with her. Actually the real reason behind this was I remembered her long and explosive STORY-TELLING about her recent victims— I mean detractors. hehe!

How about we start this with "Mother is awesome, she breathes fire, owns a very big and sturdy-looking fork—figuratively speaking, an aura as huge as all of us combined and she towers most of the people we knew which makes her formidable and would make my point seem literal".


Anyway, my mother is my father's yang; father is the water and my mother, the DRAGON. Hehe!

I recall back in my elementary days how terrified I am with her that I don’t even invite friends over. She was really scary and I mean REALLY scary. My older brothers were scared of their wits when mother incarcerated *I love using that word* them in a dark storage together with our unfriendly dog when they tried to off the dog’s family by ‘accidentally’ drowning them **it was so cool at that time until they were caught**, when she hanged me in the feet upside down because I gave all of our dinner to my cats, when she forced-kneel my sister in mongo beans under the scorching heat in front of her boyfriend because my sister secretly took our car and drive around town in the middle of the night and went home early in the morning the day after *stupid!* or when she stripped my younger brother all of his clothes and forced kneel him in from of us with all his crowning glory erecting in embarrassment *teenager, ultra stupid* because my brother was ultra lazy to include the used clothes in the hamper and use the used clothes again the next day for an unknown reason.


See? she's ultra scary and she doesn't even have to raise her voice. Just her chilly and nerve-standing glare is enough to make us scuttle.........including father! HAHAHA



But the odd thing is, the only employees who actually liked working with mother are Dodong and Bam-bam with the H. I can comprehend the logic behind bham-bham's mystery. He is the most resilient person I know. He can actually dismiss my mother's fearsome rambling and even make good out of it *the ingenuity of the person!* but I don’t really know how to explain about Dodong.

He's the most timid person in the block and very very susceptible to bullying. At first I thought 'maybe he's just scared," but he proved US wrong when he even hauled his huge family to work for mother in the farm. HAH! Scarcity beats fear! LOL.


Anyhow, mother isn't that all bad. As far as I know she's the only person who can hover and never gets you annoyed. Oh, it's brilliant, she can hover all day. hehe! But now I guess she's a little tamed with us. She can't bully my big brothers anymore *ahmm, no smooching, no cuddling and no spoiling of grandchildren. genius!*.

And we're good with disappearing act now because WE know she can't stand to have father all by herself nowadays. And with all Papi's love maneuvers and ero-ero speeches, figures! hahaha!!!!


But mamita, for all of our much remembered hostile memories of the past, remember WE CARE.........sometimes! hehe. Of course we do. Right? HAPPY EFFING MOTHER'S DAY!!!!!!!













p.s. we also learned the art of persuasion and manipulation applicable to situation where she could condemn us to death without being judged. We learned from the best and who experienced real-life situations where he had to do his damnest best to persuade you he's not fooling around! hahahhaha......Papi, get a life!

Labels: experience, family, father, mother, mothers day

Yatta! I finally mastered the art of swirling pictures. LOL. It’s really easy you know when you also have an awesomeness in photography like me. You just have to set your cam to night mode *usually with good digicams night mode needs a tripod or not*, focus then click. Don’t worry your cam will do the job for you then, you have a swirling effect on your picture! Easy right? Of course, there’s no bloody steady hand can prevent from saying after 5 seconds.





However said: “Try and try until you die” kudos! My 8th time, perfect.XD














I seriously steadied my hands as long as I can. Its not blurry but the lights swayed. Yehe!











This time I tried standard lighting with night mode effect, but I deliberately shook the cam the moment I captured it. PURRR-fect!!!










Taken by sister *jealousy*. She really swung the camera to oblivion because she can’t do it properly. **I-click ba naman muna bago i-shake. May 2 sec interval pa yan ha? Adik na bata, haha** Well, it turned out good. Neng, BRAVO!!











China town. This was taken out of frustration because we miss the dragon parade and all. Not intentional, well all of our pictures that night turned out blurry or like this one. Kind of expected with my mom’s killing aura and all *we dragged her there out of nothing*.













Kids this age can’t read proper English. Either you enlarge it the size of the moon or embossed it with gold, you can’t help the growing urges to touch the water fountain...……..with swirling lights……..and unpredictable water surges and interchangeable lights. Restrain is not one of a child's strong point. So there.

hehe! easy-peasy this effect-effect thingie. just follow thesteps and you'll be a pro in no time. Just don't mention photoshop. hehe










p.s. my eyes is also swirling right now. I'm in the middle of editing thousands of pictures XD.

Labels: digital camera, photography, pictures, swirl effects, tripod

Labels: computer, friendster, hanging bridge, horse, house, province

Labels: abs-cbn, local channel, maala ala mo kaya, tayong dalawa, tv

Nothing good on TV. Burned-out playing Play Station. Nothing else left to do except lying around scratching my stomach while skimming the house. Oh look! The fu-riiii-dge!! I know there is still some left-over chocolate moist from last night! Why don't I just stuff myself with this since I have nothing better to do than to sit on my lazy butt and try to make it wider?

Nope. That was never a good idea. You have no idea how many times I drowned myself with green, red and rainbow-colored tea just to purge the former residents of the fridge out of my digestive system?! So I gave myself, ok you too if you feel the same way, options I can think of to indulge in than doing nothing and wondering what's inside the fu-riii-dge during my 4-week vacation in work free-paradise - beyond the realm of chocolate moist, Goldilocks and everlasting spaghetti (never did our fridge miss the absence of spaghetti since time immemorial).




#1 MONEY. MONEY. MONEYYYYY!!!
So, i've worried myself about not having anything to spend on my guilty pleasures during the hibernation--i mean VACATION because no amount of plea, tears and incoherent acting will convince my parents that i need money despite the fact that i'll probably be home most of the time. Damn skippy!

I did think about it. My parents gave me a little allowance to fatten myself. But did I ever actually work for the money i'm being given? (Aside from the chores I do - which I shouldn't be asking money for! hahaha) Nope! So self, why the hell not get your ass a Job? Right, be amiable to your parents once-in-a blue moon.



#2. WORK IT!
First of all, physical fitness does NOT automatically mean hoping to have the gorgeous body of a super model (oh, well it's not bad for a bonus). It means having a body healthy enough to hopefully get you and me to our 115th birthday and keep our stomach indistinguishable from our boobs. hehe! And of course, one way to get there is forced EXCERCISE and cramp our whole body.

Ok, that's exaggeration. I'll just think enrolling myself to a gym or better yet I'll kick some ass in Aikido, that way I'll be closer to achieving immortality!!! Well, no. But i'll be very busy to lie around scratching myself to sleep right?



#3. LEARN!
I'm kind of a big klutz when it comes to music. So, I think it's a fun way to forced myself to learn playing the piano and know how deaf-note I am. hahaha! But then again i'm dying to play Pachelbel's Canon in D Major and Bach and Schubert and Debussy! (thunder!! ambisyosa!)



#4. LEARN AGAIN!
More learning, but this time learn how to drive! But that doesn't mean I have to have a car of my own, just the fact that I know how to drive is enough. Coolness. :p

Ok, main reason is that Father had been hinting that he wanted to give the big car to me. It is a pajero-like car and huge enough for me to drive. All I want as of now is a beetle car but then again, if they give the big car, then i'll graciously accept it (pa-demure!) hehehe




Wow. I think i'm seriously thinking i'm going to do all that because i am now in a dangerous territory of facing the possibility of being taken by mind-numbing boredom - which simply cannot be allowed if I still want to fit in my current jeans! Hopefully in the nick of time I can use these strategies on (cue: cheesy thundering voice) HOW TO DITCH BOREDOM!! I just hope this will work or else I'll be buying myself another piece of jeans and tees!! grrrr

Thank God for Holy Week because it grants wishes of person like me who are obsessed with singing their guts out. And of course to parents who are also equally annoyed by the constant begging of renting a karaoke machine so, they decided to celebrate Holy Week in our farm mainly because of the expected eruption of our crooning. Holy Week should be observed solemnly! Arigatoo!! hehe

And it also served as a thanks-giving for the good harvest, i guess. And even though our house is super-mega far from the farm its worth it because the climate was chilling and we love it and also for the fact that most of our workers, construction and farm, lived there. buhahaha!!

Anyway, we (my sister and I) were deemed useless so we automatically became the 'caretaker' of those drooling rugrats. I hate the crib-midgets. Mooo!~ I'm a control freak so when face with uncontrollable chaos I turn from yaya to monster. They are pushy and demanding and pushy and they're getting on my nerves. You know, it helps to yank out any kindness if all of them were cuddly and as cute as "come-here-let-me-bite-your-nose" kind of cute but unfortunately they were neither! LOL.



most of the gang...






















Luckily I have an evil sister who likes to gang up little children. Buhahaha!!!






















Yeah, evil sister and I have been secretly stuffing them with food which sometimes need parental guidance. And since they flocked together like little puppies with a piece of bones we're quite happy to do it again and again. hahaha!



The alien kid # 1. Happy with our services



























And alien kid # 2. Happy with our services too....he's too obvious!




























This girl's a bratenella and bratenella's deserve to be served with lemonade with something which I leave up to your imagination. Why? Why?! She has been kicking me every time I'm nearby and when I sat down with them out of exhaustion she pulled my hair its freakin painful. Goodness, just out of consideration she's a child, I led her out of our house and locked the door. I know she cried because she's the only kid outside (I slammed the door in her face, I know it's cruel!) but I never opened the door even though my mother pinched me. hahaha!!!

Spoiled Brat #1!




























Him I hate the most. He's a monster kid. I've been jokingly skidding him every time there's no people around. **does he know that jokes are half meant?!! **

Spoiled Brat #2!





























Gaaah.....every time someone cries my hands are itching to return them to their mother's V!!!
Oh yeah, when everybody cried they'd become an orchestra it's a spectacular because it is always followed by my mother's screeching. hehe!


I almost strangle my sister because she'd been toying with this kid. She's 10 months old already and my sister's playing with her feeble attempt to stand up. And she doesn't like to be kissed.























Stuffing them with food really works! buhahaha

















This cuddly-bear is the only one I really like. He just wants to sleep and he thinks that crying and struggling is a pain in the ass. I second that!

See, he's already got a resigned look....:p


























The Aftermath...........




Yeah, this is the new version of singing!




























And this is the version of someone who swallows the mic so that nobody would even dare to snag the microphone. Ven, sturi... hihi!

























Anyway, it is still fun! I just hope my Mother would just stop trying to make a better person out of us. hehe! I was the one who was severely nagged at even though this is my sister's Modus Operandi and mother knows it very well, gahhhh!!



Happy HOLY WEEK Minna!!!

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