Important ANNOUNCEMENT. Not really.

Moved the Toilet to Tumblr.

Newly Renovated is over at this wing:


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    For a Good Cause...


    Of Birthdays, Cruelty, and Weird Paranoia

    The fact that i'm blogging a lot these days would be the most recognizable evidence that i have nothing better to do with my life.

    I really don't have much to say. I just needed to do something to make myself forget that I'm extremely hungry. Hey, you would be if you hadn't eaten breakfast and lunch and snacks in between. I'm not starving myself, not consciously anyway.

    Kik's having her 4th Birthday party and I kinda walked out of it because one: clowns still freak me out and two: apparently, today's breed of clowns do not shut up and let the guests eat.

    So well, anyhoo, I realized that I have been the most counterproductive person in the planet and in order to fix that, I decided to go to this seminar my aunt told me to go to... She came in my room Thursday night while I was in the middle of killing evil thingies in Diablo2 [yes, I know, it's a little outdated but it's what I found in my desktop. Besides, it beats getting bored] and told me of the seminar, that I should go, that I should learn something about meat processing. I nodded and said yes the manner of a ten year-old in the middle of thumbing through his Gameboy or PSP or whatever it is kids have these days.

    I got there [The venue was CICC, by the way. The Building of Lobbies because that's all there is in there] and I was Angel Cortes, Culinary Student. Cool. DreamComeTrue for like an hour or so.

    I reached the Registration Booth and found my new hero, heroine, whatever.

    Registration Lady: "Excuse me, how old are you?"
    Angel: "huh? 18... [flashing a saccharine smile that would make cherubs jealous]"
    RL: "You're so cute!"
    A: "Thank you... [still flashing the smile]"


    I found her pretty. I'm not being biased here, she really was pretty. My new idol. Lol.

    It wasn't until I got into the seminar [I was about 45 minutes late, as usual.] that I fully realized that it was about Meat Processing. Like, grinding, chopping, KILLING poor defenseless animals. Kinda felt awkward.

    Twenty minutes into the seminar, I started to doodle. [I really should practice sketching again, the drawing sucked big time] The girls beside me were taking notes and stuff, trying to act as if they were paying attention, which made me conclude that they were students. Hahaha.

    So well anyway, I'm having a blast being an engineer in Kyla's gift from my sister...

    Ciao for now.=)

    Happy Birthday, Princess Mikyla.=) i love you!



    Kyla playing with her birthday gift


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    A Poem

    Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    By Robert Frost




    Whose woods these are I think I know.
    His house is in the village, though;
    He will not see me stopping here
    To watch his woods fill up with snow.



    My little horse must think it queer
    To stop without a farmhouse near
    Between the woods and frozen lake
    The darkest evening of the year.

    He gives his harness bells a shake
    To ask if there's some mistake.
    The only other sound's the sweep
    Of easy wind and downy flake.

    The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.



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