Light stuff.

I am a cuddler.
I am a morning person.
I am an only child.
I am currently in my pajamas.
I am currently pregnant.
I am left handed.
I am a little shy around the opposite gender at first.
I bite my nails.
I can be paranoid at times.
I enjoy country music.
I enjoy smoothies.
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I have a car.
I have/had a hard time paying attention at school.
I have a hidden talent.
I have a pet.
I have a tendency to fall for the “wrong” guy/girl.
I have all my grandparents.
I have been to another country.
I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor.
I have or had broken a bone.
I have caller...

If it's in BOLD, I've done it. c:

1 Attend at least one major sporting event: the Super Bowl, the Olympics, the U.S. Open.

2 Throw a huge party and invite every one of your friends.

3 Swim with a dolphin.

4 Skydive.

5 Have your portrait painted.

6 Learn to speak a foreign language and make sure you use it.

7 Go skinny-dipping at midnight in the South of France.

8 Watch the launch of the puwang shuttle.

9 Spend a whole araw eating basura pagkain without feeling guilty.

10 Be an extra in a film.

11 Tell someone the story of your life, sparing no details.

12 Make pag-ibig on a forest floor.

13 Make pag-ibig on...

Ah, fanpop, it's been so long since I had a nice rant.

Recently due to personal experiences I've been looking up people's opinions of cutting, as in, self-harm. Which got me thinking about how other people think in relation to this issue.

The most common thoughts in regard to cutting is 'It's weak and pathetic,' although there are some dumbfucks out there who seem to think 'eet's just a way 4 deprezive ppl 2 tak out how der feelin.'

Wanna know what really fucking PISSES ME OFF about these two groups? In the majority, NEITHER OF THEM CUTS. They might know cutters, but they've never put a fucking...

Character Chart
Character's full name: H7BITLZ99
Reason or meaning of name: It's his serial code from his project number.
Character's nickname: Light.
Reason for nickname: That was what he was called sa pamamagitan ng the Scientists working on him.
Birth date: 31st Dec.
Theme: Average Man sa pamamagitan ng Obie Trice.

Physical appearance
Age: A little under 7 months.
How old does he/she appear: 15.
Weight: It depends. Generally about 45 pounds.
Height: 3"4.
Body build: Anorexic, but he has a slight, lean muscle on him.
Shape of face: n/a.
Eye colour: Sickly, glowing yellow.
Glasses or contacts: None.
Skin tone: Light grey.
Distinguishing...

The young girl held her breath for the longest time she had ever done so. Her lungs were beginning to hurt, her head began to swirl, and her sight blurred. The tension in the air was thick enough that you could cut it with a knife. The light shone on the girl's face from the crack in the closet door.  
 She had no idea what was going on, and she'd rather it stay that way. She honestly didn't want to witness what was happening. Why were these strange men in her home? Why were they pointing loaded mga baril at her parents? Did they know where she was, hiding in the closet and peeking through the...

My VCD teacher, don't get me wrong, she's an okay person. In VCD I have a habit of not trying my hardest, though. And she knows. So she's always trying to get me to try harder with my technical drawing.

So I decided to do a huge 'FUCK YOU' drawing for her.

That was about a week ago. I was planning the picture that entire time, as I always do when deciding on a full-scale project.

Two days nakaraan I started sketching. I've finished the sketch now. And I am happy with it. VERY happy with it.

It's Grant Theft Auto IV fanart. I've never played GTA IV, I only have Vice City, but it looks pretty cool. So...

WARNING: Showers


 Light sighed. That lunch happened two days ago... And he hadn't seen her since. He found out that Red's name was Jason, but he refused to address him as such. He also found out Chicken's name was Ezekiel, and, much to Chicken's dismay, he used sinabi name. He sat on the slab of concrete that jutted from the pader (which was his bed), and picked at his itchy, ugly jumpsuit. That's when the intercom system buzzed to life. 
 "Inmates in the 'H' block ulat to the West Wing," Sid's voice, though fuzzy, rang loud throughout the cell division. Light looked down at his sleeve, and...

She could only pick at her food. Her stomach couldn't take it, after the beating it took. She had indeed executed that tyrannical bastard, but it didn't sit right with her. It's what she hated about this job.... She had a conscience. She hated killing the inmates, especially the ones she befriended. Her thoughts transferred to Light, and she shuddered. She didn't want to kill him, either. 
 Nicholaus, a guard at her mesa and very good friend, looked up at her shudder. "You OK, Sadaris?" he asked. Whenever it was a tanong about her health, they used her last name. They all knew her first...