Signed, Sealed, Delivered. Linggo Enero 23, 2011. Wow, technically, almost four years na pala akong blogger. Minus the hiatuses, siguro two years akong active. Pero matagal na rin yun. Wacky picture ni Tim Ang. Linggo Enero 23, 2011. Once again, once more, I am back. Sana na-miss niyo din ako.

Monday, January 22, 2018. On how we went to bed one night and never shared a bed again. Nobody tells you about the moment. Nobody warns you but at some point, you got into bed with somebody, slept, woke up, got ready for work, and never shared a bed again. And so I take that flight from Sydney to Hawaii. I turn back the hands of time. I fill the spaces in my memory with whatever I can get my hands on.

ELSEWHERE, in order of usage. WEBCOMICS I WISH I WROTE. OTHER SITES I ENJOY that do not involve PORN. PEOPLE WHO USED TO LINK TO ME BUT NOW IDK. B to the E Y.

Friday, February 29, 2008. you only get your birthday every four years. Ergo, it sucks to be born on February 29. And did I mention I have to go to work as well? Have been contemplat.

Moo, the gallant cow. On Seven, Pito at Siyete. Posted on Nobyembre 25, 2007. Like sand dripping through my fingers. I feel you leaving me, slipping through my clasp. Holding on, is futile and senseless. The harder I grasp, the more I lose my grip. You were not meant for my hands,.

Friday, August 28, 2015. And you wonder, were all the adults you used to watch from afar just like you, pretending? Tuesday, June 17, 2014. When, Where, How, Why.

Random Bitter Sweet Thoughts of A Struggling Writer and A Self Proclaimed Artist. I thought that you would be loving me. You were only playing with my heart. I was never waiting for the tears to start. It was you who put the clouds around me. It was you who made the tears fall down.

Ideas about my stuff, family stuff and church stuff.

Oh, I am sure you have Chanel, Balenciaga or Gucci? I love handmade bags and those ideally made of faux leather from local boutiques. Am I being blasphemous? Alright, hate is a very strong word. I would describe my feeling as apathy bordering disapproval.