My heartache was even severed when I learned that you just found someone special. I was so jealous of that person how I wished that could have been me. Inspite of all the hurt that I felt I had to be happy and supportive to you and that is because that is what a friend does, right? I felt like an actress playing the role of a supportive friend in your love story movie. You just do not know that playing that role was so hard because it was so in contrast to what I felt in reality. Outside I was smiling but inside I was dying! I should receive credits for being a very good actress because I had everybody fooled by my acting, but me.

I did not know how to possibly overcome such heartache. I tried withdrawing myself from you but the more I stayed away the more I wanted to see you. From then on your presence to me brought joy and pain all at the same time. You were like a dangerous drug that I know I should stay away but I could not because I was already hooked. However, I know I have to foget this crazy feeling and I know in time I will.

They say time heals all wounds, perhaps that famous cliche is right for I am now over the fact that I could not have you. I am so done with crying. Being in gloom and bitter was so yesterdays news to me. I am now back to my old self, thank God!

Days had gone by and I never heard any news about you. I am sure that you are happy and doing fine especially now that you have a happy love life but wait what is this gossip I hear? Is it true that your love betrayed you by cheating on you? Oh my! How cruel of that person! And judging by the looks of you today, I can tell that you are suffering from a terrible heartache. My gosh, you are even more heart broken than I was with you!

I know I should feel sad for your misfortune but why is it I am not? I do not feel the slightest pity for you. I do not even feel like comforting you at all. I think you deserve it for being so blind. I was right there all along but you never saw me. If you had chosen me instead of that person you could have been spared of a heartache!

Life is surely amazing is it not? For it can flip 180 in a very short period of time! Look who is crying now? Oh boo- hoo!

I dreamt of you again and this time it was about me in search of you.

The dream was bizarre. It had people of different nationalities involved in it. The nationalities involved were the Indians and the Africans and these people were like in a tour here in our country. Ironic though, the place barely resembled the Philippines for it was desert like with Mayan temples erected at the center of the place. At first these people adored me so much up to the extent that they were idolizing me like a God of some sort. However, I felt awkward and scornful of their appreciation so I gave them cold shoulders. In response to my unpleasant behavior, they became infuriated so they drove me away from the community. I felt so lonely from that moment on. I felt as if nobody cared. My instinct then told me to look for you, the one person that can make me feel loved and appreciated the most in this whole freaking world.

The dust and dirt on my feet felt so real as I traveled in the hopes of finding you. My journey lead me to a rural area where there were vast tall trees and grasses. I grew a bit tiresome so I paused for a while near an old shanty shack. The shack looked abandoned so I went inside and to my surprise I saw a familiar face. The person was Gingging your youngest son and he was in deep slumber. I instantly brought him back to consciousness and without a grunt of complain he did. Is it not amazing, mom? For we both know that he sleeps like a log. When he was fully awake I shared to him my desire to see you. I even invited him to come along and to that extent he did.

We traveled to different places as far as our feet could drag us. We searched every high’s and low’s but there was no you. Still we continued our mission up to the point that I woke up. Therefore the search was a fail. Though we were not able to see you I somehow enjoyed the time spent with my brother. This made me realize that aside from missing you, I am also missing my boys back home namely; Dad, Uncle Pol, Kuya and Ginging. I swear I really miss them. It is really sad that I am here and they are there. Honestly speaking, if I were given the chance to choose between to leave or stay home. I would definitely choose the latter. Nothing, no where and no one can replace my home and the people in it. Unfortunately, I have to be practical and rational. It was I who chose this path a long time ago. I guess it is only fair that I live with the consequences that it will entail, right?

I was just wondering, do you want to be found by us, mom? Of course you do. It is just that you are someplace else and someplace far that we can not go. So distant that it will make the Scales of Metric System inadequate. However, despite our distance I will never ever say goodbye, instead I will just say see you later, perhaps in one of my dreams, eh?

Love,
Your Unica Hija

PS:
Missing and loving you ever more…
<3

NOTE: I dreamt of this three months ago. I was able to keep track of it because I wrote it down on my cp which I totally lost track.

You are probably thinking that I am politically apathetic, right? Well you’re wrong. The reason why my heart wasn’t set for this election was because I thought I’d barely be here back home and mind you I’m not that rich to fly back and forth just to vote. I thought that thinking about it will just be a waste of time and instead of making my brain cells work which might lead to an increased intracranial pressure iisipin ko nalang ang aking mga split ends na super dami na.

I did not even have a president in mind nor a vice president and same thing as to my chosen senators, mayor, house representative and councilors too! I did not even know who runs for what position except sa mga presidential candidates. I never got into the Noynoy vs. Villar vs. Gibo vs. Erap vs. Eddie vs. Jamby thingy, na mas nakilala ko lang dahil sa 7-11 presidential cups (hihi). The hell I cared for I know on the day of the election I would just be busy buying 500 ml of C2 apple at 7-11, sampung piso nalang kasi eh (hihi), and surely would not vote! Another factor why I was not aware of who’s running for what position was because wala kaming TV kung saan kame nag stay, I’m ignorant, ok? However I came back home just in time for me to exercise my right to suffrage!

MARKET- MARKET

By the way I came to the election venue with my younger brother’s friend, Kris and it was his first time to vote. The venue was where I had my elementary education and the traffic getting there was fantastic (sarcasm). Grabeng traffic kinailangan pang mag park malayo kaunti sa iskwelahan pero carry lang go lang nang go, ganito naman tayong mga Pinoy, matiisin! To no surprise the school was like market. The people were so many, same as to the number of basura este sample balots lying everywhere. Oh well, what do you expect from freakin’ Pilipinas kong mahal, di ba? Pero infairness ha kahit talak ang kurapsyon at pandaraya ng gobyerno, hindi parin natitinag ang paniniwala nang mga Pinoy na sa pamamagitan ng kanilang boto mababago ang kapalaran ng buong bansa, at dahil jan mabuhay tayong lahat.

VOTERS ID-

Holy smokes, may silbi pala itong ID kong ito other that being a valid ID to claim legal things! Mantakin mo andito pala naka saad kung saang presinto ako nabibilang! Yehey, I need not to call or surf the net just to know where it is.

Precint 1256 that’s what is written on my ID and according sa manila paper na naka paskil sa dingding na malapit sa entrance ng school sa room 10 ako dapat bumoto, so off to room 10 ako.

ZIMMER 10-

Kris’ room was at room 9, at least magkasabay parin. To my astonishment may dalawang bonggang bonggang mahabang pila na animoy ahas patungong room 9. Upon seeing that, I feared that I might suffer the same fate of waiting in line under the heat of the sun on my assigned room! Subalit, ibahin niyo room ko walang pila pero may numbering naman, mamatay! Ang dami naming naghihintay doon as in! Bakit ba naman minerge ang super daming precints in to one room? At kung bakit may pila sa kabilang room at numbering system dito sa amin? What’s the difference? Mukhang walang organization, (tsk, tsk, tsk). Pero infairness wala naman akong napansing dahas na nangyari sa tagal ng pamamalagi ko dun. The only disturbing thing that caught my sight was that teenage boy carrying a digicam, di ba bawal yun?

FOR THEIR ENTERTAINMENT-

While I was waiting I heard young and old people (especially the old ones) complaining about the long wait! Sabi pa nila:

”…akala ko computerized na ba’t ang tagal, mas mabuti pa ung dati!”

”…uuwi nalang ako, parang mamayang gabi pa man itong number ko!”

”…sana wala akong ibang trabaho, hai naku uuwi na ako…”

”…patingin nga ng number mo, ah na neng bumalik ka nalang mamayang hapon…”

and many more other complains, siyempre naman di na ako sumabay sa putak nila, iniisip ko nalang na ‘‘that the sky is blue and the grass is green.”Ayokong uminit ang ulo ko sapagkat magiging isa yan sa mga factors sa pag dagdag ng init ng kapaligiran! My gerd, the place was so warm. The people were all sweaty and they all look shitty, including me, I guess. Pawis, lagkit with matching pamaypay and kunot noo mode was the ”IN” look that time and fresh look was so “OUT”. Kahit naka sampung paligo ka pa ng safeguards sa bahay ay wala yang silbi, I assure you na mababalot ka rin ng lagkit at pawis, Eww! Oh please don’t destroy my inner calmness (sky is blue grass is green).

My seatmate to my right was number 220, and me? I was number 2! Nice noh? sana nga lang hinde ako second batch and at that moment 156 pa lamang ang pinapapasok! Mamatay! Excited pa naman talaga akong ”itiman-ishade-ang-loob-ng-bilog-ang-loob-ng-bilog-na-hugis-itlog!”

MY TURN TO SHINE-

In order to help me pass time, I got my cell phone and started playing solitaire, oo paborito ko to, kebs mo. I’m proud to say that in the game called Simple Simon I had 25 wins, kaso nga lang 287 losses naman, deama (hahaha). After I got bored, I suddenly thought that this event was worth blogging for, kaya nag type-typan nalang ang lola mo, di naman ako maka text, eh wala naman akong load poorita kasi.

Where was I? ah waiting na pala. After a decade and one, 298 na ang number na tinawag pero type type parin ako niyan I was busy verbalizing my feelings sa keypad, until 300 na, so I got excited. Tumayo na ako at pinakita ang number ko, na halos napupunit na!

”Sige na kuya second batch na!” request ng ate sa side ko.

The guy in charge told us that they will start calling the second batch after the previous batch was through, gusto ko nang sigawan ang nasa loob naDISPERSE!

Finally the long wait was over, my number was called and in to the room I went! Over sa kayod ang pagpasok sa room, walang gustong magpaubaya. Lahat gustong pumasok, lumabas at tumambay sa may door na wiz naman sila business doon at that moment in time. Kalbaryo kung kalbaryo, survival of the fittest na ito ate! At siyempre di ako nagpatalo nakipag siksikan rin ako! Bigla ko nalang naisip ang LRT station, mabuti pa doon mejo payapa pa, pinapauna pang ipadaan ang lalabas later na ang papasok, haiz.

Sa wakas nakapasok rin ako! Attendance mode muna mga three times at saka sign-sign with right thumbmark muna bago ako binigyan ng medyo oslo ka kapal na papel na medyo may kahabaan rin at cutie marker na may words na smartmatics. So there I was shading in according to my kodigs and yes I made one as influenced by what the media said. Actually, I made my kodigs the night before the election. Choosing from the many candidates was such a tough decision; it took me so long to decide (mga two minutes, hahaha) because like what I’ve said earlier wiz ko sila kilala. Keber ko ba na tumatakbo na pala as a councilor ang isang known host dito sa Zamboanga. Anong gagawin niya kung mananalo siya, mag host-host ng parties? (ahihihihi). Wiz ko siya bet.

Infairness madali lang ang pag vote. At sa wakas na gawa ko rin ang ”itiman-i-shade-ang-loob-ng-bilog-ang-loob-ng-bilog-na-hugis-itlog” gamit gamit ang cute na marker na gusto kong iuwi! Para sakin parang Nursing Licensure Examination lang ang experience ng pag shade-shade, it was so easy breezy (minus ang result ha). I was almost done with my voting I just needed to insert my ballot in the PCOS machine. Good thing though, nothing bad happened to the machine it was working well. No offense ha, the PCOS machine looked like a big black plastic trash can, hmmm kaya pala trashy rin ang performance ng some (hahaha). It took the machine less than a minute or so to analyze my vote, and then the computer gave me a CONGRATULATIONS remark, therefore my vote was in. Whew, indelible ink nalang ang kulang at babush na ako. In fairness ang bilis naman ng process ng pagvote, na-shock nga ang body ko at di pa nga ako nakakarecover hanggang ngayon eh (hahaha), ang paghihintay lang talaga ang chaka!

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To sum it all up, the new mode of voting using the PCOS machine was somewhat easier than the traditional way. It is actually more time efficient because voters only need to shade the oval inline with the names of their chosen candidate for a said government position, unlike before when voters have to scribble the entire names of their chosen candidate. However, the effectiveness of the PCOSmachine is still questionable. According to the news there were so many machines which went junk during that day. It barely served its purpose, which is so sad to hear. Let’s just pray that this will be a successful election.

I just hope against hope and wish against wish that whoever wins (any position) will be a solution to at least most of our problems and not be an additional burden. I hope that he/she would not be selfish and would not make politics a self income generating business. It does not matter if he/she was born from an indigent nor filthy rich family. What matters most is his/her intention to help. I hope nobody gets bitter about another’s success, instead just lend a hand. Besides, not being number one in rank will not deprive nor cripple one’s ability to help others. After all it is for the betterment of the entire Filipino nation, right? Tayo naman ang makikinabang kaya wag ng mag asal alimango, di ba?

PS:

I hope next time Comelec will find a way for us not to wait that LOOOOOONG for our turn to vote. A comfortable and clean election is all I ask. Thank you. Bow

It is almost a year since you have been gone and not a day has gone by that I did not think about you just like this particular morning. I somehow saw you walking from a distance, you were your usual self. You were wearing your blue jogging pants and white hello kitty shirt. Knowing you were there made me feel that you never left, it felt so good, and it felt so complete. Unfortunately, reality snapped back and oh, there goes gravity. Ouch, it was just a dream.

Many things cross my mind each time I think about you but right now all I could think of is that it was my fault why you went away so soon and that I should have been a better daughter.

I blame myself for loosing you because of the terrible things I said and done prior the day you went away. Yes, I am guilty. I am really sorry for being such a selfish child. I did not mean to say hurtful words just because you could not give me what I wanted. I know you know how brat- like I could be when things do not go my way. I maybe like that because you pampered me so much more than you pampered my two other siblings. You never said it verbally, but I was your most favored child and your only girl. You never admitted it because you wanted us to know that you loved us three equally and unconditionally. You had supported what I needed and wanted all those years. You were my number one fan. You had spent more for me than you did to my other siblings, good thing they never complained. I guess through it they supported me as well.

I always think that I should have been a better daughter by understanding you more. You were so kind to me, in fact for me you are the best mom in this whole freaking world! You devoted all your life in taking good care of all of us three therefore, keeping little time for yourself. You were so selfless; you kept giving without expecting anything in return.

You know, I did not mean to ignore you and so did my other siblings back when you were alive. I guess as an adolescent we were so preoccupied with our selves. I do not know about my other siblings but for me, I was just trying to find my self, trying to find where I rightfully belong, trying to be independent. I guess you never got the hang of the fact that your babies are growing. I know as a mom you still wanted to be part in our lives, believe me you are, we just needed time to grow and that includes us detaching from you. You somehow felt that we do not need you anymore and that bothers you because you did not know what else to do because for many years being a full time mom was all you know. I am really sorry mom, sorry for letting you feel alone even though we were in the same house together.

I always knew nothing lasts forever and that includes life. You had Transient Ischemic Stroke (TIA), a few years back before you left us. I know as a health care student that that illness is only a warning sign to an impeding  Cerebrovascular Accident (CVA), which is a deadly disease often times some patients make it, unfortunately some others do not. You survived many years after that attack and it made me feel confident that you will stay longer but in the back of my mind I know you will eventually go someday. It was like a big billboard sign that I could read but just ignored it. I saw the warning, I saw the signs yet I only did little. I guess I became so laidback, believing that you will always be here.

Oh mom, I and kuya could talk endlessly about you. We talk of endless if’s, like if you were still here today we could have done this and that… It is really lonely without you. The house is a mess, literally and figuratively. The house does not feel so complete anymore. It feels like it is just where I spend the night at. I guess this is how it feels like to be independent, huh? Just like a young adult away from home for college or work. No rules. No curfews. Well, some wish granted for me and it does not feel good.

Nevertheless, I know you are finally at home now to our Maker. No more worries or fears for you. You need not to worry about us, we are coping just fine. We are doing our best to look out for each other. It is just that we miss you. I terribly miss you. I can not help but be emo about you because I love you and I just have to let it out.

Like what I have told you before mom, you are always welcome to come into my dreams.

PS:

I love you.

Sar Labora

R.I.P.

Love,

Your daughter

Julie

This was my profile pic, I don’t have any tattoos, OK?

Aside from that my profile was also changed to this…

About Me:

Relationship Status: Single

Looking For: Networking

Interests: cooking

Favorite Music: Avant-garde

Favorite Movies: Lakeview Terrace

Places I Want to Visit: Southeast Asia

Anything Else: “it’s quality not quantity”

The hacker also made intriguing status updates which were not so wholesome!

Friday May 22, 2009

*Julie commented on her own profile

Yo Feelin’ soooo horny (and bored), come chat with me!! my AIM = sexyhottie19855

*Julie updated her status to

Where’s the party? – 514!

So I panicked, I told my brother about what happened to my account!

He then suggested me to change my password! Unfortunately, the hacker was able to change my password! Damn!, I couldn’t retrieve my e-mail account! Even though I was no longer using that account it had a sentimental value you know. It was my very first e-mail account! I could still remember that I thought so hard just to come up with that address! Back then I thought it was so cool and so original! (you get what I mean, right?)

The hacker is probably using my account to send spam messages to my friends or contacts, to appear it more convincing, but I will not let that happen!

Since I could no longer retrieve my account, I deleted everything in it! I deleted my messages, contacts, folders, drafts, attached files for short EVERYTHING! I will not let that hacker-bitch triumph in sending stupid SPAM MAILS!!!

I also checked on the net who was sexyhottie19855. To my surprise this ID seems to appear in different sites on web. From the data that I read the hacker seems to be invading different e-mail accounts and social sites as well! Therefore, I wasn’t the sole victim of this!

FUCK THAT HACKER!!!!

So you guys, I suggest that you check your accounts and change your passwords frequently!!!

By the way, I also frequently receive stupid How Oprah lost weight etc. etc.. messages from my friends on my yahoo mobile!

PS:

Yahoo, you better fix this glitch or no one will use your site anymore!

I took these photos last Oct 8, 2008. It was a boring day so I decided to take some photos just to help pass the minutes. Converse shoes has been quite a common concept on the internet these days, so I decided why not give it a try. I had a great time taking these photos on our backyard and by the way all of the shoes are mine. Just click the pic for a bigger size.

Photography and Concept: Dianne Labora

PS: Tell me what you think about these photos…

Model: Hopi G. (one of my best friends)
Clothes: model’s own
Make-up, Hair and Accessories: Geronie Labora
Photography and Concept: Dianne Labora (me)

PS:  She kinda resembles like Zui Suicide, right? Except that she’s longer than her. LOL.

1. I consider a person who knows how to ride a bike as GOD and that biking is a godly talent.

2. I am still in denial of the fact that I love chocolates.

3. I am so gay with my friends.

4. I am left handed and I write in an odd way which my friends find it so painful to look at.

5. I sleep with a cat, and it sleeps on my chest.

6. I have a mole on my right foot.

7. I don’t like eating chicken feet barbecue nor the adobo version of it.

8. I idolize Dita Von Teese and Paris Hilton.

9. Obsessive- Compulsive.

10. I have gazillions of social sites! and my top sites are facebook, myspace, buzznet, flickr, deviantArt, multiply and wordpress.

11. I hate friendster but I have one.

12. I want to be a sexy star.

13. I can sit on a lotus position on a mono block chair without discomfort.

14. I love photography.

15. I love squeezing 30 minutes into five!

16. Narcissistic yet very insecure.

17. I have the ability to destroy things easily.

18. I understand css codes.

19. I hate Miley Cyrus but I always end up reading about her.

20. Ketchup, ketchup and ketchup everywhere!

21. Nocturnal, I love working around 1 am onwards and I hate it when the sun is rising. My friend says I’m a vampire for that.

22. When I was young I had a very huge crush on Jonathan Brandis, I saw him on a poster on somebody’s house and he became my ideal guy, unfortunately he is dead now.

23. I have not seen twilight OK? so don’t you go telling me that Edward Cullen is so romantic and shit!

24. I always have a bad case of Pre-Menstrual Syndrome, so stay away. I bark and bite!

25. I admire the person who was patient enough to finish reading my crap.

Ahhh!!!

And I want to inject a bolus of potassium chloride on my jugular veins…

Have you ever felt so low in your life, like you are not making any sense at all? And the worst part is that you can easily suggest or recommend things to your friends who are in trouble or is having some rough time in life yet you can’t figure out a single encouraging word for yourself? Well that is what I’m totally feeling today. I feel so utterly terrible and I totally hate it.

My day started out just fine, it was just an ordinary Sunday morning except the fact that I have to go to a seminar about Rehabilitative Devices and ECG reading at St. Louie Review Center. I woke up around 7.00 am and the seminar was to start at 8.00 am. An hour of preparation will sound reasonable if the venue is just quite near from where you’re staying, but no! – This is not the case for me, I just so happen to live quite far. So how do I do it? Well it just depends on pure luck, sometimes I make it, sometimes I don’t and this morning I was just on the nick of time. Actually, it has been quite a hobby of mine to be a little negligent about time. I know it’s bad but I like the feeling of squeezing 30 minutes into 5 minutes and it always gives me a sense of great accomplishment (such a petty excuse!). Yes, I know I sound such a tardy person, but I don’t mind I’m just so freaking PINOY.

I usually don’t go out of the house on Sundays. I prefer curling up on my bed until the sun rays entering my closed window hurt my skin. Nevertheless I chose to go to the seminar because it was for FREE and we are getting FREE certificates in return! (Oh, Yeah!) And we all love FREE things, right? And yes, I’m a parasite but not a selfish one. In fact I shared the info about the seminar to my friends and some of them came. It was a nice feeling seeing and talking to old friends. Hey, don’t get me wrong, I didn’t stay all day chatting with them, I also listened and learned! I just did the chatting on the afternoon, LOL. I was with Lei, Chicha and Laine, who are some good girl friends of mine.

So where’s the emo part? Well I started feeling all emoish while I was on my way home. I was alone riding a public transportation then all of a sudden I felt so lonely. I have no problems of traveling alone; in fact I do pretty well on my own but I don’t know why I felt so abandoned that time. The transportation was nearing town to its terminal when it halted near the church, so since it stopped there I climbed down the vehicle and went in the church to attend mass hoping that this feeling will go away.

When I was in I began looking around the church and noticed that almost everyone was with somebody and I was just with me. Then thoughts of my mom sunk in me, I had the sudden urge of wishing that she was there. I was imagining she was beside me because she was always my church buddy. I looked on my side, staring at the empty seat beside me wishing that she was there. At that time I started remembering her little mannerisms in the church and smiled. I thought of her innocent gaze, how she’d say peace be with you to me, her smile, how her eyeglasses would fall on her face due to a loose screw (which is basically her fault because she’d sleep or take a nap with eyeglasses on) and how she would unintentionally yawn in the church. My God, I miss her terribly!

I know missing my mom is enough to make me go emo and that is given a fact, but I think there are probably some contributing factors that made me extra emo today. One of it is that maybe it’s because it’s Sunday, and Sunday is our day together. We’d usually go to church and after that we’d eat at a fast food and roam around town going window shopping. And you know what? The thought of doing that alone sucks so hard. Believe me; I did that a while back.

Another is that maybe I had not let my feelings explode during my last menstruation. I’m a total train wreck when my menstruation is nearing. I shout, I cry and I love picking up fights for short I’m terrible! And indeed Pre-Menstrual Syndrome or PMS (not Pre Marital Sex you pervert) really gets the best out of me. It was only my mom who can tolerate listening to all my paltry rants on life and now that she’s gone I no longer have an outlet, no more emotional catharsis for me I’m on my own. I know I have my family and friends who are willing to listen to my sentiments in life but not all can understand, like the way my mother did. I wish she was here.

Just a while back in church I prayed hard to the Lord to let this feeling go away, because it hurts but then I realized that if this feeling will go away then that would mean forgetting her. I don’t want to forget my mom. She will always be in my heart. I’d rather feel the hurt of missing her baldy than disregard her memories.

Mom, if you’re reading this I truly miss you. I love it when you visit my dreams. I especially love that dream when we were like in a house and I saw you and I hugged you so tightly! That hug felt so real like you were just here beside me! I know you’re in a better place now and I hope you’ll always watch over us. Thank you for helping me with my problems even when you’re far away. You are welcome to visit my dreams anytime.

I love you mom.

I just felt like sharing it since I accidentally made this post kinda long…

I posted it last 12/10/08 10:05 PM

Here it is…

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This is it, this is my latest manipulation before I get myself busy again because just today this 6:30 pm my grandma died and this calls for another vigil (i dunno the spelling, correct me if I’m wrong)…this is literally called the circle of life…what a christmas this will be…

anyways…i love sailor moon, yes i know it sounds corny and all, but this is my first anime, ever since i was in grade two (1994, hey I’m not that old, k?)…this anime brought me to the world of other anime’s, thus later made me an anime fan or better yet an addict!

Sailor Goons Super

So if you want to star in some of my future deviations, why not add me as a friend! you can simply do that by clicking this link = lutykuh.

Hey, and if you find me in your view list, well maybe I’m up to no good, check this group right away and you might find your face plastered on top of an original art!, if not well maybe in the future…teehee..

This photo brings lolz in the house….

So i dare you to comment…
let’s liven this group, right Kris?

PS:
I dunno what food I ate to let me write something this long (maybe the chicken sandwich at wmsu architecture canteen did the majic?)…
Then again bear with me…
I have issues too, you know…

PPS:
I admire the stamina of the person who read this post from start to end,
how about a round of applause and a standing ovation! (clap clap clap…)
with the length of this post, should this not be considered a blog?
- never mind…

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