Happy ME

One of my closest friend surprised me today...Ten years na daw kami magkaibigan, magkakulitan, magkaututan-dila, and I thought he was just full of drama recalling the days when we just client-slash-artist partnership, but when I walk to my table and saw a package there, I realized he wasn't joking at all, and I was like OMG ARE YOU SERIOUS???

My friend gave me KINDLE FIRE lang naman, yung matagal ko na wish hehe

Thanks Chard kahit minsan nag aaway tayo eh we make sure naman by the end of the day magkasundo ulit para pasakitin ang ulo ng nakapaligid satin HAHAHA

Kaya lalo akong hindi naniniwala sayo!! Nakita mo ba ang mga batang walang muwang at takot na takot bago nawala ang kanilang buhay??...and you call us murderers?? Sinong ipokrito dito?? Magmasid ka nlang, dyan ka naman magaling eh X(

BluePowder on Clash of the Titans

IT'S PERM, ASSHOLE!

Movie to dissect: Clash of the Titans
Year: 2010
Genre: Mythology, Gods and Goddesses, heroes and men, dudes with muscles, protagonist with issues XD
Plot: Angered by men, the Gods finally gave their wrath and punished those who wronged them. No really, they did O.O

Disclaimer: Before I run down the goods and nuts, along  with my other revulsion about the movie, let me remind you people that these reviews of mine are for reading entertainment only, views and opinions presented here are solely my own and not necessarily represent as facts, so please don't take it seriously, for crying out loud..

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My 'homicidal' tendencies started to kick in

(and believe me counting 1 to 10 is bullshit)

Animo Tales Update

Sorry guys, I have to re-do the whole story :(

I wish I have a PepperSpray X(

Noong isang gabi habang malakas ang ulan naisipan ko sumakay ng taxi, at lintikan na yan kung kelan mo kailangan at tsaka ang hirap hagilapin. Inabot ata ako ng mahigit isang oras ng may dumaan na isa—at kung mamalasin ka nga naman, may sakay pa! Ampoocha!

Pero hindi pagsakay sa taxi ang kwento ko. Lahat naman tayo alam yon kung paano. Ang ikukwento ko ay ang nangyari sa akin habang naghihintay ako ng masasakyan pauwi...

Steve Jobs: I don't know if I feel bad about you or them...

The man is dead, what more do you want?! Either he's a nutcase, a slave driver or a genius forty-eight hours ago, I don't care. He's dead now! If other people wants to mourn for him because they believe he's the hero who change their lives, then let them be X(


Whoah where the hell that came from O.o

BLEACH: BEYOND BORDER 1/?

He flicks his last cigarette in the air and watches it dwarfing away as he stood on the balcony surrounded by cold, frigid nights and shifting silhouettes. His long fingers brush the fine fabric of his suit, tasting the smoothness, the lines and then snorted softly... It cost a lot of figures to wear this kind of shit. He unbuttoned it, so he can lean over; not minding his tattoo to peak out from his chest, and watch the dancing lights down below, lining inside the curved and snaky roads. The busy streets are not that demanding before, he thought. Even billboards and street signs are not lucrative as he remembered. Changes. Changes. He used to live in this neighborhood, but now he felt like an alien from the place he begged for shelter and food to survive, and retract a snobbish reply. Though his childhood was a nightmare, he never dreamed of leaving the city that made a mark for him. However, he must, and since then the world he left behind moved on.

And so thus Renji Abarai.

His black-tinted hair swirled as the wind hit the back of his neck, that every now and then he raked it with his hand. His amber eyes under the blue contact lens soothe to focus on one far corner of the city, to his right, where a place someone waits for his return. It pained him to remember, but then again, he promised to be there...

He will come. Surely, he will come...

Not tonight, though. If his plan accomplished its goals, without a doubt, he would come. He must do something first, and he needs all his guts to do it so. Renji Abarai must be ready himself for the change.

Even so, the change has to wait, as his attention was descended when a sundry laugh sounded behind the glass doors.

Though the night is still young, galas and those aristocratic faces sweeping across the fancy hall made him feel duller even more.

Pompous ass'...

He turned his attention to his glass and sighed, no more wine. But then again... forget it. There's no way he's going back inside to snatch another one. The world of infamous personality, politicians and the likes was not his style. Not that he has a bad behavior to begin with, he just... hates it.

He shook his head and smiled to himself. No. He laughed at himself. Renji Abarai can leave any time he chooses; he doesn't have to endure all this hypocrisy. If not for a reason, he could drop it all and marched away through that door. But it took him forever to be here, no way to ruin it now. Another cigarette would do. Fuck if he had one.

"I can see boredom is depleting you."

Renji cocked his brow haughtily, but kept his eyes plastered somewhere out there without moving much of a budged. Human behaviors are weird to begin with, and so does the ampler surprise. A voice of a man behind him started him yet he shows no response to it. Either deliberately or otherwise, Renji just stood still.

"Forgive the intrusion," said the man who's now starting to walk towards the lamppost of the veranda. The sound of his voice was like a hymn from those of fairy tale books. "I hope I didn't disturb you?"

Renji snorted softly and glance over his right. He saw a figure of a man with shoulder-length hair stood under the light, and Renji controlled himself not to laugh, for the man has a pink mane—a color too ridiculous for an adult male.

"Can I help yah?"

"No." The man with a weird taste of color shook's his head. "But I want to ask you the same thing."

Renji smiled, but as soon the man stood in front of him, arm's length, the smile faded.

The eyes under the silver-framed glasses of the other man shivered Renji Abarai. He saw amber. No. Gold, and felt his jaw tightened seeing the like of it again, anger creasing as though burning his nostrils. The stranger's face appeared to be young and treacherously beautiful. The black suit he wears contrasts the frame that attached to his neck. Anyone who believed attraction at first sight was a myth; the stranger has an exception for it. His smile alone can weaken the toughest predator, drag anyone to its knees and beg for more. However, for Renji, none of these came. In fact, his hands want to move voluntarily and strangle the man with everything he owns.

But the eyes...

Renji looked away, hating to see his reflection from those golden orbs.

"Did I frighten you?"

"No."

"Did I say something to—"

"No." Renji closed his eyes, shut it tighten, and then the stranger heard a murmur coming from his lips. When he was about to withdraw from the somewhat crude gesture, Renji spoke and this time it sounded like a purr. "No. I'm sorry if I acted... rude."

The stranger smiled. "Your glass is empty. Here—" he offered Renji champagne.

Renji nodded sheepishly and took the glass from the alabaster hand. He acted as if he was apologizing, but beneath the hooded eyes, Renji was smiling—a triumphant, so to speak. He already knew he's been watched by those prying gaze of the pink-headed man since he came out to the balcony. Or better yet, since he stepped inside the premises of this building. Renji's goal is to be the bait, yields to the man's inner request and hopes to stay that way...

...Till morning at least.

He drank his wine.

The stranger looked around the balcony. "Alone, I see?"

"The date runs off." Renji shrugged. "It happens."

"How sad."

"In a while. People inside might think I'm insane talking to the wind out here, but since you came..." he stopped. It's too early.

They both gazed at the horizon.

"Do you like what you see?" Renji said suddenly, almost a whisper, a tease.

"I'd seen it a thousand times."

"I wasn't talking about the stars..."

The man laughed softly.

Renji inched up a little, lifting the glass to his mouth. "So how about you, someone runs off from you too...?"

"Granz," the man answered his new companion's silent query. "Dr. Szayel Granz. You can call me by name, though. No sir or doctor, please. I wouldn't allow that kind of formality when I'm outside my profession. It ruins everything. And no. No dates for tonight. No dates for a long time, in fact." He sipped from his glass. "And you are?"

Renji had to lie. Forgive me...

"Kurosaki." Renji held up a hand. "Ichigo Kurosaki. No preambles, no titles..."

"I see."Granz probe for a moment. "Never have I remembered putting you on the guest list."

"Oh." Renji then laughed. "Saw you're the host of this boring party?"

A raise brow from the direct candor. "Touché, Kurosaki-san. I like that. However... look over there." Granz motioned to his right where one giant man stood near the threshold of the door, dressed so formal like a pissed-off federal agent, and Renji wondered right away where the hell the large man came from and how he got there without making a noise. "You know I have the capability of... what's that word... throw anyone out for crashing my party? Nevertheless, I do sometimes have an exception, Kurosaki-san." He laughs a little. "Save for Medazeppi, of course. He doesn't like gatecrashers. Well, he doesn't like anyone, in particular, in fact. He despised everything that moves." Granz smiled at this, having the presence of his bodyguard really do affect someone with raw nature.

Renji lowered his glass and set it on the table near him. "My apologies, I guess I'm busted then. Do you want to kick me out now?"

The doctor studied him for a moment, scanning him from head to toe. Renji tried to relax with those eyes of which he noticed there's a hint of mischief in it. "Well?" he followed.

"Are you begging for your punishment, Mr. Kurosaki?"

"Am I entitled?"

"That is up to you. Do you know who I am?"

"A doctor?"

"I am more than that."

"Can you be my host, then?"

"Like I said it's up to you."

Renji pushed himself from the veranda and closed their distance, and stop until their noses were a few inches apart. Between them, a hand was raised. "From what I witness tonight," Renji purred, "you need my help in that department."

"Then you better show me how."

Bingo.

"And the gorilla?"

Granz glance towards Medazeppi. The giant man nodded back and opened the glass door.

"Do not worry about him," Granz said, leading Renji towards the door. "He's harmless."

"And your party?"

The pinkhead man smiled and walk ahead of him. "What party?"

xxxxxx

Renji was gazing up the walls—the plaques and the recognition complicates his eyes. Dr. Szayel Aporro Granz was a known surgeon and a popular one too. Books were already published under his name, and his methods were used all over the country. He's a genius and a skilled medicine man—saving lives, aye? However, that is not enough for Renji though.

"Russian?" Renji said, sitting on the couch, beer halfway to his mouth.

"Hm?"

"Granz. Is it Russian?"

"Romanian," the doctor replied.

"Really?" Renji bit his lower lip. "You don't sound like one."

"You travel a lot, I see."

"Yes. Other than for practical reasons, I like to learn more."

Renji wandered his eyes again. The house was huge; everywhere he looked there were doors. And the room was bright—too much light in one area of the house. There are antique vases, paintings—which obviously costly, and furnitures he'd never seen before. Granz watches him from the wet bar, smiling, waiting, until Renji landed his eyes to one wall... where a katana displayed behind the glass casing. "What's that?"

Granz smiled and sat beside him. "Zangetsu."

"Huh?"

"Zangetsu. The name of the sword."

Renji whistled. "Looks priceless."

"Yes. It was an antique. It played a big part in history."

"Killed a king, something like that?"

"No. More like little boys. A sacrificial blade."

Renji's jaw tightened on that note.

"More beer?"

"No thanks." Renji looked away and glanced at his watch. "It's getting late."

Granz frowned. "Oh."

"Let's get down to business."

The doctor's eyes flick differently. He almost lost hope.

"What do you prefer, Kurosaki-san?"

"Ichigo."

"All right. What do you prefer, Ichigo?"

Renji stood up and inched closer, pulling the other man from his sitting. Granz took the hint.

"You almost got me there. I thought you lost your interest. This way..." He leads Renji upstairs—to the bedroom. "Tell me, Ichigo, have you... done this before?"

"Fucking a doctor, and famous at that?"

"Candid."

"Straightforward. Do you play?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not the first man who ever entered your room, I'm sure. What do you want me to do first?"

They reached the bedroom door.

"Just fuck the living daylights out of me?"

"Candid," Renji purred.

"Straightforward," Szayel smiled.

xxxxxx

Medazappi mentally groaned when his attention suddenly caught by the rhythmic thump behind his master's bedroom door. At first, he was hesitant, but curiosity empowered him. He stepped closer towards the door. Besides he never heard such a chant from Szayel before.

"Yeesss... Oh fuck yes! Harder... like that... don't stop, don't stop!"

Medazappi gulped the lump down to his throat. Boy, his master was indeed chanting.

"Deeper... Yes! You're good at this aren't yah...! Yeah, yes... Like that! Oh god yes!"

"Are... you sure... you're all... right." Medazappi creased his brows when he heard Renji's voice. He doesn't trust the man.

"Shut up! Just fuck me! I didn't drag you here to talk!"

"Turn around. I want you on fours."

"Why, don't you like the view?"

"You'll see."

Another thump and there it goes again. Medazappi twitched his mouth.

"Ah fuck... why didn't you tell me... Yes! Oooooh... YES! It'll be the end of me if you keep that up!"

"Oh... you'll be surprised."

Medazzapi walked away. Enough for that. He would have to go to his room if he kept this up.

xxxxxx

The shadow behind the door was gone, inch by inch swallowed by the lights outside. Renji grinned at this... finally alone. His eyes flick back to the man under him—

—the show was just starting...

The bed linen was skewed, looking like a wild tide beneath the hail storm. Pillows were thrown away here and there, too crowded for the two of them. For the first fifteen minutes, the doctor holds the pillow with his dear life—until he decided he doesn't need it anymore. Well, what do you know...Renji let Granz enjoy the fucking ride of his life, yet twitching his lips from the chattering mouth who moans and curse like a possessed whore. How long will he go to endure this, Renji doesn't know. Not until he heard the other man's breath became ragged, pleading him to go on. Oh yeah... keep it up... keep it up. To bleed, to come, to feel he's alive because he wants to enjoy his time and perhaps demand another round. Beg, you motherfucker. Renji knew Granz would, and so he slowed down, teasing him slowly... patience, patience, soon the show will be over.

"How long..." Granz gasped. "How long..."

"It's for you to decide..." Renji grinned.

"Now. I want it, now!"

"Are you sure?"

"Fuck yessssss!"

Renji, holding the hips, thrust deeper, making the man under him wiggled to insanity. His groin prose to solidify the trust, to reach the other man's peak...

...But Renji's eyes are burning, saw differently. There's no lust building there, only the dark scheme writhing inside his mind.

Few more... Yes. Just a little more.

And then...

Time's up.

"What are you doing?"

"Shh..." Renji pulled Granz to his chest, hand palming the neck, mouth to the ears. "Trust me..."

Granz relaxed a little, his muscle eased by the caress of that hand, closing his eyes again.

"Don't you remember the name..." Renji started as his one hand reaching something under the sheets. "The name you breathe, the name you cursed a while ago?"

Granz was too busy tasting the delicious body grinding behind him, hardly heard or understand what Renji was saying.

"Are you a good boy now... or still the bad one...?"

"W... what?"

"The name I told you at the party," Renji said. "Ichigo Kurosaki? Ring any bells?"

"I'll put it on a check. Now stop teasing and finish what you started."

"Wrong."

Alarmed by that tone, Granz's eyes snapped open. He used to play games too, but the young man behind him plays differently, too infectious to ignore. And before he could protest, his neck was gripped with a large hand and the words "I waited for fifteen years to do this" prickled his ears.

He pulled away, or trying to, he's outnumbered and Renji knew what to do. The plan worked.

What the fuck are you talking about, Granz wanted to say out loud, but not until he felt the stinging pain below his collarbone... and the wetness that goes with it.

The thrusting stopped. Renji stopped, and the doctor could hear the silent laugh behind the back of his neck.

He reached up where the hand Renji rested. The younger man was holding something cold, and for a while Granz thought it was a joke...

... Until he saw red.

His eyes began to widen. Renji withdrew from him and turned to face him.

Blood. There's blood, and Szayel Aporro Granz knew it was him who's bleeding.

"I'm... I am..."

"Yes, that's right," Renji replied triumphantly. His grin was scary. "You're going to die."

"You... you... you..."

"Is that all you have to say after all these... drama?"

"You... you bastard..."

Granz was about to reach his bedside, looking for the alarm, when Renji grabbed his arm. "Uh-uh," Renji said. "Not so fast."

"What did I do to you...?"

"Now that's a funny question. Let's start with Ichigo Kurosaki," Renji answered under his gritting teeth. "Or how about Shuuhei Hisagi... and me?"

"W... what?"

"Ah, I see. Names don't matter to you because back then you're so fucked up to remember everything!"

"I... I don't know what you're talking about. I don't..."

"You don't?" Renji peered closer. "Now, try harder."

Fifteen years ago...Where was I? Who am I? Szayel Aporro Granz, that's my name!

You're a doctor, yes? "I save lives, yes..."and famous at that, yes? "I am... I am!"

You lure young boys; gave them shelter and then what? "No... no..."

You have them drugged, shut them from the world and bring them hell. "No... I didn't mean to..."

You sold them to the highest bidder after testing the merchandize, right? "No... no..."

And when one of them goes against your will... you kill them. "Please God no..."

"Do you remember me now?"

The golden eyes began to widen. "Renji."

"Yes, your favorite." Renji grinned. "I told you I would be back."

"No... no. This can't be." Granz pushed away, holding what's left of his flesh. "You're dead... this can't be!"

Renji let go the doctor's arm—only to grip the dying man's neck. "One mistake you made. One. And here I am. How does it feel to be literally impaled now, you sick fucking son of a bitch!"

And before Renji could pull the blade away, or wait for the weeping man to answer, Dr. Szayel Aporro Granz spurted blood from his mouth and tumbled backward, dead.

Renji glanced at the lifeless body for a few minutes, and then pulled the blade finally from the dead man's wiped the blood clean, stood up, picked up his clothes and walked away, simple as that, like nothing happened.

There's no gorilla at the main balcony, or the hall, or the stairs. Medazeppi was nowhere to be seen inside the house. The giant man was dead, Renji assured of himself. He saw Medazeppi beside the pool, laying face-down, eyes wide open. Back at the gala, Renji thought the gorilla was a tough nut to crack... guess he was wrong. Gluttony killed the ape, and Renji made sure the poison would work wondrously according to his time frame.

He walked across the hall, taking his time, looking for something to... Ah! there it is.

Zangetsu.

He lunged up and pulled the glass cover, took the katana from the wall and wrapped it carefully inside his jacket.

For fifteen years, he waited to bring the sword back.

Zangetsu can now go home to his real owner.

The owner who died fifteen years ago...

Ichigo Kurosaki.

NEXT

FU Day

Yeah, that's what I meant. FU day--Fuck up day!

I Had Enough!

A week ago my friend and I had a fight. Not just some casual petty fight but a real 'if you've not been so fucking retarded this thing wouldn't happen' - that kind of fight. She said that I'm lacking sense of her feelings, that I don't understand her, that I neglect her, that I'm not there to support her. Fucking DUH! I'm always there! I'm always there that I forgot I have my own life to deal with. As far as I know the only mistake that I made is saying no to her each time she whines, hearing the same old bullshit and claiming the bullshit is not that bullshit, and calling in the middle of the night just to hear her fucking excuse for a life. I mean I'm only human for crying out loud and I have a life to deal with (oh did I say that second time?). Seriously, I love my friend but...but I can't go on like this. I can't be this...this fucking absorber each time she needs it! I'm not build for this kind of shit. I had enough. My advice to you, my friend---GROW UP! X((

Too harsh? This is my blog, assholes, so fuck off!

The Most Spectacular Dog Show Ever. And I mean, EVER XD

Top 10 Lists - Listverse

Top 10 Lists - Listverse

Woooopeeeedooooo!!

Transformers 3 Dark of the Moon by teasertrailer

Oh look, it's Shockwave!!

Transformers 3, here I come. I'll be watchin' it, that's for sure, and I'll beat the crap out of anyone who gets in my way X(

My Book Collection

First Layer: The Russians, Shogun, QB VII, War and Remembrance, Close Combat, Legacy, Texas, Alaska, Iberia, Falcon Flies, War Chief, Space, Overload, Corsican, The Fighters... other titles will be posted soon - can't remember them all, okay X(

Second Layer: How to make a War, Eleanor of Aquaitaine, American Dream, Alexander the Great, Bunker Hill, Abe Lincoln, Sepharad, The Key to Zion, Petain's Crime, Winged Chariot, Famous Fables, Defoe, Gulliver's Travel, Legacy, Genghis Khan, Great Commanders of WWII,  Aenead, Protege, The Magician, Eagles Way, The Jackal, Shibumi, The Red Falcons, Red Badge of Courage, George Washington, White Fang, All Quier on the Western Front (my favorite), The Big War, Battle Cry, Shadow of the Dark Queen, The Silence of the Lambs, War of the Worlds & The Time Machine, The Eye of the Dragon, Cantenbury Tales, When we were Saints.

Third Layer (mostly Hardbound): Prelude to War: WWII, Inventions that Change the World, Juvenile Justice, Pie in the Sky, The World Begins Here, The Quimbt Manuscripts, Write Better: Speak Better, Primates of the World, PAPALSin, Benjamin Banneker, The Spinster and the Prophet, Falcon of the Silver Hawk, War of America, The Last Legion, Following the Drum, Faith of the Fallen, One King's Way, Red Phoenix, Love and War, Amnesty International, Religion: Enthicity and Self Identity, The Stand, The Making of Medieval Spain, Jewish Stories.

Fourth Layer are consist of Cookbooks and Encyclopedias XD

Shoutout!

Sabi ko sa hubby ko kaninang morning "O nga pala, naiinis nga pala ako sayo!" then he asked me why, and I said, "Ewan ko, nakalimutan ko na kung baket!"

 Pffftt, I think it was the hormones. I wish XD

Pfft...

I'm having a bad day. Weather sucks...ah, what else...Oh! My neighbor's dog is still alive X(

WTF stop barking, assh*le!

Good news - Bad news - Pick one!

My sister wrote an email today. She lives in California with her husband and their thirteen year old daughter. She said there's good news and bad news. The good news is, after thirteen or so years, she finally got pregnant - Yehey! But the bad news...well, the bad news was the ultrasound shows the baby has signs of hydrocephalus...and that devastated her. Well, who wouldn't?

And because of her condition she asked me to pray for the baby and for her. However, there's one problem. I'm an Atheist.

English to Polish...whoah!

Someone out there wants to translate my work (Bleach: Memento) into Polish---whoah that's something XD. Can't wait to read it...er...wait, how can I read it, I don't know how to read Polish *smack on the head*....Well, anyway I'm excited. And I mean REALLY *jump jump*

Ooops!

I’ll be on Hiatus-stage ‘coz I’m working on one particular fic right now (new to be precise) and continue my originals—obviously I have to clear my head on that, so I guess I have to shut up for a while.

See yah all!

Craig Ferguson 5/2/11A Late Late show beginning & MONOLOGUE

There are things people will never learn---DROP the ego shit...

HeartBreak Diaries 1/?

I wrote this when I was in...wait, should I tell? Whatever. I just want to share something I wrote when I was young (freaking teenagers) and after digging my archives, I found this *laughing*

Oh and ah, excuse the title. I couldn’t think more other than the obvious.

Note: None—except if you’re a kid below fifteen. Besides, what’re kids doing here anyway? Hello 18 above!

Whew! Finally!

Finally I found a program to cross-post my blogs. Yahoo!

Sheesh...

Punyemas na site toh ba't ba nakakaligtaan ko i-update grrrrrrrrr....



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Thoughts...

I was cleaning my friendster account and saw another so-called poetry of mine from my blog---eww cheesy!

Friendster Blog. February 9, 2008

On this starlight stroll in the park
loves mystic hand touched our soul
breathless whispers in the dark
our hearts touched, we were whole
trembling lips part with desire
fevered kisses fuel love’s fire
eyes aglow with passions light
with looks of love, we ignite
Oh, in what a wondrous space
love clings it’s sweet embrace
so short this time, we both know,
we were only friends a moment ago…

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About my next story: Vincent

Okay, here goes...This brain of mine doesn’t give a shit for those screaming teenage girls and girls-alike when they thought about vampires do fall in love but I’m telling you, they did freak me out! The obsession and the idea of this peculiar devotion—of which mostly passed when you reached the age of twenty, empowered the great population made me so pissed I want to gag their mouths with my own fist just to shut them up from speaking the protagonist names over and over again as if was possessed and ended up naming their dog after the movie.

Oh for crying out loud. Grow up!

However I’m not here to judge and I do apologize for my part. I’m just telling common sense is not an option, that’s all.

Anyhow I’m here to introduce my next work and yeah I know, what a preamble way to start, huh? Please spare me *pleading*

Vincent the Vampire is my next story, and let me warn you though that this is not a typical—what's that word? —fluffly stuff most avid fans around the world used to follow. This is not about teenagers with cheesy moments and love—well, I can fix that. It's my own work anyway. The story’s all about survival, damnation, salvation, awakening and such, with porn on the side...or not *grinning* full of angst and not-for-kids parody or whatever you call these days. I'm having a difficult phase right now but I am dealing with it—by smacking my own forehead till my brain comes out of my ear just to finish this and I hope you’ll like it. If yes then thank you. If not...then go away LOL.

Oh and by the way, if you thought this story of mine has the resemblance to Anne Rice's work, then think again. As much as possible I want to...you know, create my own thing. I’m setting myself away as much as possible from any books, television shows, movies—oh for fuck's sake, especially that! —which can debunk my idea of the world of the undead, so that I can do my own shit. 

The only resemblance or characteristic of my main character was like the old-age tales of Vampires except the following: crucifixes are full of bull; they can be killed lightly as any human; no impaling of stick—of which I find it very ridiculous even now; the coffins and the no reflections-thingy that were so infamous back then—is out of a question now, and aside from being a narcissist, they can be bitchy at times of needs and has the power equivalent of at least...uhm...five men. The best way to describe my protagonist/antagonist, aside from being a fierce killer, is that 'they are afraid of sunlight, they are night creatures, and they are alone'. And yes, I believe Vampires have not, for so ever been, fall in love. Duh. Hello? No heart. But can be possessive like crazy.

Well, that's it. Enjoy reading. Reviews needed. 

Click here.

Grrrr...

Few more days to go and boom—vacation! Not for me, though *sigh* One client of mine is kinda giddy. No. Too soft. Make that stupid--grrrr...Had I told him I have a reservation, of which I’ve been dying to go somewhere but my cubicle? YES! I've beat my ass to finish the design he requested a week ago--only for him to left it at the HK airport! Now I have to do it all over again! 

Vacations sucks. They suck. Work sucks. And the worst part, my writing started to go suck too!

Anyway before I commit homicide and kill everyone in sight, I decided to stop using the net for a while to finish my job. And that includes my emails, blog, twitter, FB and LJ's. In-between working hours—while being a mommy—I’ll peruse the notes and reviews few of my new friends had given me yesterday so that I can work on my fanfic. Woopeedoo!

Be back in a week or two.

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There are things people will never learn---DROP the ego shit...

Crocky gets cocky...

There are things people will never learn---DROP the ego shit...

The Ballad of One Musikero

Music is and always be part of us, especially if you’re the one who’s creating it. Love, anger and rage, solemnity and tribute are mostly the ingredients of one good song. Your happy about it, you’re sad about it, you’ve become what you’re not expected because of it, and in the end you’re in love with the Music and, at the same time, the music is in love with you. But what if the music you created is tearing up your entire guise, the mobility of your life, the sanction of your privacy which before was a blur, and the fame and fortune starts to control your life? What are you going to do?

Leave...

Leave it all behind and set off to embrace a new life, of course. That’s what I’ve heard from the few band members who call it quits from their comrades and followers. They are tired from the same society that strangles the core of their being. Not that they hate the faction—they just hate of being...them. They hate not to be alone anymore because privacy was so hard to reach. The prying eyes that dictated every move in which in the end created an image they themselves could not fathom. They said musicians have to learn to crawl before they learn to walk, and when everything is in order the honour of music was no more and the puppet master will conduct a show, turned bands into corporate bitches and whore them for the sake of money.

The truth of it, it’s not the love of music anymore, people don’t care about that anymore, it’s all about currency. And when this empowered the novice musicians, they will be blind and things will start all over again. And it doesn’t stop there. A new breed of offspring will crawl up from nowhere and start to form a band, the thought a group of four boys and one girl will be enough to make real music—which mostly don’t know what diminish was and power chords as the center of aim—to hazard our ears just to prove they are lack seeing the difference between harmony and noise. One side; fame and fortune, the other; a poser and a noise maker. Which one you’ll choose? Neither. Does anyone know how to play real music anymore without harmful defects? Am I the only one who seeing this? It may sound brutal but it’s the truth. And the truth shits us all.

I don’t see real musicians now; they disbanded or died long ago. They died or separated long before we knew the real meaning of their lives. I understood them, because I was too in band for sixteen years. And those sixteen years took me a lot of reasoning why I intend to humble my life. I respect music, I listened to them. I desire to listen and play them with the knowledge I knew that I don’t have to show it off. I want to be nobody, nameless to the world of MTV’s and music channels and music companies. Fame is not for me to intake any longer. I don’t want to play music just to preserve my everyday life. Not for money. I don’t want to be a whore. Elders said music is an expression, words with tunes, to share and be shared back...just like love. Maybe that’s why I’m in the verge of ending my happy days of performing. I’m craving for a place where music was life.

I want to listen now, to others, without those eyes watching over me, telling me what to do, telling me what to feel, telling what to play. I have to say goodbye now, my agent is calling. I have to do this...media, for our last farewell.