Some pangs of guilt struck me when I got out from the office. What the fuck was that? more>>>

Okay then, I have to admit I’d watch the Quantum of Solace...more>>>

I quit my job and it was worth my while...more>>>

I stumbled into a conspiracy quite by accident and my life is in fucking danger.

So I run through everything again in my head and how it all happened and all that. I was left astounded and perplexed after I deduced everything and came to a conclusion that sent shivers down my spine. It can't be. It can't fucking be. The cook, that dagglenailed filthy woman with a weird hair and leecherish persona, must have been accumulated through years of smutgery. WTF! No. I need to do something and stop that filth like her from ruining those good people's lives in the company.

It's been September, gentle readers, and three weeks since my last updates of this here blog. Blame me for it. I am a sluggard slinger. But fuck you I write when I feel like it.

That said, I want to thank you for following this far. The thing is I was promoted in my job - from a bad lazy writer to a most unscrupulous editor of the company, and it's been a month now. So you see, I have some reasons here of not writing and more time of...

So I have this new resolve to accomplish at least before this year will end. It is something wholesome I tell you and some good friends support me in this. Umm, well, as long as I keep from antagonizing them every other day with their bad choice of music and idolizing Piolo Pascual. Secks!

Now...damn,wait!

For the meantime, amuse uself with these latest pics from the Olympics(courtesy of a very good friend):

“Umm, what are you doing?”

“I am looking at the wall. Why?”

“Well. First, you are supposed to be writing right now. Second, you are paid to do so. Third, I am your boss and you are supposed to be writing or something everytime your boss comes to see you. You notice? Everybody in this room is writing except you.”

Everybody chuckles.

I smirk, then sigh.

“I invoke the writer's block privilege.”

“You invoke what?”

“I have the writer's block,” I said sheepishly.

With the growing agitating report from people who said to have been much offended by my website, so I've decided today, just for today, to be nice and write only about wholesome literature.

I made a promise to my friend to help her on her diet but not after I made her promise too to grant me some wishes I have in mind (it's normally dirty).