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

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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~~

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