Get a ROOM!

Last night, while riding home inside the bus, there's this two people beside me. Two girls to be exact, and one of them was... ah... lesbian, and I think they're in a relationship. First I feel awkward to sit with them because, you know, privacy? (yeah right inside the bus) and I thought one of them was a guy with long hair; the tomboy looks like a typical "tomboy" in pre-teen movies, and, mind you, she is beautiful - meztiza. She wears this inverted cap, rolled-up shirt, a vest or a jacket-i-dunno-know, and her voice of which she emphasized as manly (pffft!). Anyway, sweet as they are and having me goosebumps when the girl giggles as the tomboy attempted to kiss her, and I was like "Yoh! Get a room!" But the weirdest part of this was (aside from me having laughing within twenty minutes) was that all the passenger are not looking at them. They're looking at me. SHIT!

Just Random

What do you get when you fall in love? Butterflies, flukes, assholes with elbows or, if you're a fan of fucked ups, a douche with gloves.

Just postin’ ayt XD

Pissed and sooo hating it X(

Wah! I've been FLAMED -- if you don't like what I did to your fav character then don't read it! It's an AU you asshole, what do you expect?? Making a habit of flaming, well then Fuck YOU!

Writer's Block??

Okay so... yeah. Writer's block is what, about things you can't reciprocate through writing, or, better yet, can't unleash what's on your mind? -- in short, you're procrastinating and you have no idea how to pronounce the damn word!

I don’t tend to be a writer, but I started writing bunch of stuff, nonsense stuff, since I was nineteen, and five years later I started to write about what I thought would be "my start of something big". I was into a novel, my first, a fantasy one, and finished the draft seven years ago. Of course as a newbie you have to "know what you write" and make sure you're not developing idiocy out on you. That time I don't know anything about writer's block, I thought it was normal like "I'm tired – I'm gonna do this tomorrow" thing and then leave it that way. But not until it hit me one day, and my mind, emotion, passion, went all down to a drain. And when I started editing the draft I made… shit, it was a disaster. What the hell happened to me, I dunno. I have my own world once, but when I saw the outside world, my nightmare started. Aside for my fantasy work, I have done some other stories too (thirty plus originals and ten short stories) and none, take note, none of them are published. I even have a FanFiction, and that too flew away. I have a short attention span, and I'm easily annoyed by noise. I can't work in an environment with people and pets roaming around. I snapped when someone asked me a question while I'm in a verge of concentration (ask my spouse, he knows what kind of bitch I am when it comes to that). And the worst part, someone says my English is not that damn good. Yeah. Good. Thank you for the help. For having English as a second language in our country (of which we have more than a hundred tongues under our belt), I might take that as an exception. But when you start revealing the notes under the pen, you have to have a guts to show them. And that part, I have a problem.
You don't know what I'm talking about, do you?
Anyway, just ignore it. I'm just expressing things, that's all.

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(

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My 'homicidal' tendencies started to kick in

(and believe me counting 1 to 10 is bullshit)

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

FU Day

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