Meet LuLu

We name her Lulu. The man says its male. But Oscar did wore a tutu in that Sesame St's musical, didn't he?

Cousin Alisya

She makes me laugh sometimes.

Remember that you're perfect; God makes no mistakes.

-Welcome to Wherever You are, Bon Jovi-

N3230. Cause I couldn't afford a D70.

Spore's in China.
An idol's shrine. In a cab.

Feel Good Inc.

Windmill, Windmill for the land.
Turn forever hand in hand.
Take it all in on your stride.
It is ticking, falling down.
Love forever love is free.
Let's turn forever you and me.
Windmill, windmill for the land,
Is everybody in?

"For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been.' "

-John Greenleaf Whittier-

Disclaimer

I am very much liberated from any forms of external opinions, be it constructive or otherwise. Hence lawsuits and complaints are, as procedures, forwarded to Sam, my cyber fantasy, who would undoubtedly put it all in thrash because he has been receiving nothing but junk from me of late. I do, however, exercise great care in not defaming anybody’s name or image (be it human or feline) unless you happen to be my former boss who took off with my laptop charger and caused me unnecessary unrest for a couple of days or any of my ex beaus who had used the word “F***” / “Dammit” in association with my name.

I may have a job, a roof and 32 pairs of shoes but I am still in dire need of cash to fund for that extra scroll of paper that is usually accompanied by board and mortar. If attained, it would be the 1st strike off from my list of things-to-do-before-I-drop-dead-and-die and it would thus give me the time to concentrate on accomplishing No. 2; scaling Mount Everest.

Kind words and donors are most welcome to utilize the comments function. Do leave a name and in return I’ll give you my account no. For anonymity, you may forever hold your peace.

Have a good day.

Sincerely Yours,
DiLa

Now for some pictures of plastic with a fist-sized beatbox:



Now that's just some case of bad photoshop.

Now that's just some case of bad photoshop. Part 2.

I am wordless on weekends. Below are some snaps taken from my phone (N3230).



Sunset at work. I never saw this until last week. Which is sad. Really.


Ma Quenching tower of thirst.



Meet ma friend, the holy pen.

If you leave, can I come too?

We took quite a distance to get here now, didn’t we. And since the only scars that we have are superficially physical, I’d like to conclude that as partners we rock. No mean feat since its a well-known fact that I'm not quite the easiest person to live with.

And heck, I am ugly when I kiss.

PS: Thank you for pulling me up on ma feet the many times I wanted to stop, take off ma shoes and quit. And thanks for the heels too. Beautiful, the way we are.