Internet Explorer 6
August 27, 2001 − March 01, 2010

There will be an IE6 Funeral to be held on Thursday, March 4, 2010, 7:00 pm at Forest Room 5, 2532 15th Street, Denver, CO 80211-3902 (click here for directions). Funeral attire is encouraged.

Internet Explorer Six, resident of the interwebs for over 8 years, died the morning of March 1, 2010 in Mountain View, California, as a result of a workplace injury sustained at the headquarters of Google, Inc. Internet Explorer Six, known to friends and family as "IE6," is survived by son Internet Explorer Seven, and grand-daughter Internet Explorer Eight.

Goodbye IE6. I first learned HTML, CSS, Javascript and PHP using you when I was young and bored with life. I love you, yet at the same time, I also hate you.

Here's the layout of the upcoming site Coffin Thrill: Vampire Hunter D Fanlisting:

I've spent like days worrying about that layout - wondering what type of layout this time. I started that after I watched Sherlock Holmes this afternoon. I didn't get the inspiration from there though - but Robert Downey Jr. is sexy. XD

Unlike the Lunatic Symphony layout I did before that took me hours rearranging details, I did this one in one whole sitting, including the coding - about 2 hours or so. And then, I spent the rest of the day filling up the about page. I spend more time thinking about what to put there than code this.  I just randomly picked an image I liked best among the scans I currently have - since I only have a few high quality ones. And started from there. While editing this image a bit, I thought, as oppose to a striking shades of colors, a soft feeling would suit it best - since D himself is a quiet, elegant soft-hearted bishie. And since the art (image) itself is already very pretty, there's not much to edit in it.

Btw, isn't the image I used lovely? It's the cover of the 9th Vampire Hunter D novel: The Rose Princess. I've been a fan of Vampire Hunter D since I was a kid. It's one of those childhood anime I used to watch. D is one of my childhood crushes and I used to think that I wanted him for a husband when I grow up. Unfortunately, I didn't grow. *sob*  I also remembered owning a VCD copy of the Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust too. I'm trilled to be allowed to adopt this fanlisting. Every time I think about it, it makes my day brighter and brighter and brighter. x3

PS: I'll fill you guys in with the link when everything else is done. ;)

Please join Coffin Thrill: Vampire Hunter D Fanlisting!

[Edited: 2010.03.04 13.52]

The photo above was taken last week. That's my brother's beloved glass. We were having lunch then and the ice turned into heart-shape unintentionally. We found it amusing so I took a photo of it.

Of course, for the Lunar New Year, here's something about Tigers that I stole from here:

Tigers do not find worth in power or money. They will be completely honest about how they feel and expect the same of you. On the other hand, they seek approval from peers and family. Generally, because of their charming personalities Tigers are well liked. Often, failing at a given task or being unproductive in his personal or professional life can cause a Tiger to experience a depression. Criticism from loved ones can also generate this type of Tiger reaction. Still, like all felines, Tigers always land on their feet, ready for their next act in life, pursuing it with unyielding energy and hunting it infallibly.

The year of the Ox is going bye bye. I feel sad because I'm born of that year. Then again, here comes another year! x3

Don't pick on it, wise-ass. *pout*

I kicked the mat pushed it a bit but it didn't seem to move. I kicked it again and it moved but I wasn't sure if it's just because I kicked the mat. I kicked the mat again and it moved a little bit again.

I was restraining myself really hard not to step on it. I kept telling myself, "leave it alone, leave it alone." But at the back of my mind, I kept thinking, "I wanna squish it. I wanna squish it." Even until now, as I type here, I'm still thinking of wanting to squish it.

I wanna kill it. I wanna kill it. I wanna kill it. I wanna kill it. I wanna kill it. Because squishing it makes nice sounds and killing it is fun. ♥

Anywho, information regarding the third Victorian Valentine are as follows:

Event Date: February 21, 2010 (Sunday) – gates open at 7:00PM
Event Location: Ariato Events Place, Il Terazzo Thomas Morato (near ABS-CBN)
Ticket Price: PHP350.00

Tickets come in first come first serve basis.

Email or text your name and contact number to either of the following:

E-mail: usp.sunrose@gmail.com
Mobile numbers:
Globe – 09276338562
Smart – 09295033069
Sun – 09322017179

There are no other collateral – no website, no flyers, no posters, no nothing – aside from this few words of information about this event. The validity of this event may be a bit doubtful, but I think it will push through. I'll update this post as I get more details and such.

Edit:

** Tickets will not be sold in the venue itself. If you want to purchase ticket, you have to reserve and pay for it via bank deposit only. No other options.

Medyo interesante ang nasakyang kong taxi driver. Nung nakaraang linggo ito, papuntang Pasig mula Makati ang ruta namin ni kuya kaya medyo napakwento siya. Nagsimula yung aming kwentuhan nung may nakita kaming sasakyan na hindi sumusunod sa batas trapiko.

Driver: Iba talaga dito sa atin. Ang mga tao, hindi marunong sumunod sa batas trapiko. Tapos, itong mga pulis naman, nasusuhulan ng pera, kaya yung mga tao, lalong hindi na sumusunod sa batas trapiko kasi nasusuhulan naman yung mga pulis.

Euri: Oo nga po.

Driver: Karamihan ng mga pulis, nababayaran ng pera. Basta may pera ka, walang batas-batas trapiko. Hindi tulad sa ibang bansa. Karamihan ng mga pulis, nababayaran ng pera. Basta may pera ka, walang batas-batas trapiko. Hindi tulad sa ibang bansa.

Driver: Totoo yan. Naranasan ko yan mismo nung nagtrabaho ako sa abroad ng 10 taon. Ibang-iba talaga dito sa atin. Ang mga pulis eh talaga naman mga buwaya. Nung nagtrabaho ako sa abroad 10 taon, nakaipon akong pambili ng bahay at lupa, kaya medyo matagal bago nasundan yung 2 kong anak ng 2 pa ulit. Yung bahay na napag ipunan ko, tinitirahan namin at pinapaupahan ko yung isa. Pagkatapos, yung kinikita ko dito sa taxi, sa pang araw-araw na gastusin naman napupunta. Kita mo, napapag-aral ko yung 4 kong anak.

Euri: Ilang taon na po ba yung mga anak niyo?

Driver: Ah, yung 2 nagtatrabaho na. Yung 2 naman nasa hayskul pa.

Euri: Bakit niyo naman po naisipang magtrabaho sa ibang bansa? Hindi po ba mahirap?

Driver: Sa totoo lang, mahirap. Pero kailangan eh. At isa pa, nagtago kais ako sa ibang bansa eh. Alam mo kasi, dati akong pulis. Criminology graduate ako, tapos nag pulis ako.

Euri: Ay, ganun po? Eh bakit po tumigil kayo sa pagpupulis?

Driver: Hindi ko na kasi masikmura eh. Kaya nagresign nalang ako, bago pa masunog kaluluwa ko sa impiyerno. Alam mo kasi, nung pulis pa ako, may na raid kaming base ng droga. May nakumpiska kaming 10 kilong shabu. Tapos pagbalik dun sa estasyon, nagkaron ng usap-usapan. Sanabihan ako nung superior namin na 2 kilo na lang yung irereport na nahuli, tapos itatabi na yung 8 kilo. Paghahati-hatian na lang daw namin. Lahat sila sumangayon, ako lang yun hindi. Hindi naman pwedeng hindi ka sumangayon sa gusto nila, papatayin ka ng mga kabaro mo. Pero dahil may prinsipyo ako at hindi ko  masikmura yung gusto nila, nagreisgn ako. Pagkatapos, nag-abroad ako para magtago. Bumalik na lang ako nun katapos ng 10 taon.

Euri: Ay, sabagay po, kung hindi kayo mangingibang bansa, mapapatay kayo dito.

Driver: Oo, talagang papatayin ako ng mga kabaro ko. Isipin mo yung laking pera nung 8 kilong shabu na yun. Nung bumalik ako, nag taxi na lang ako. Di bale nang ganito, nakakaraos naman ako at marangal. Eh kung itinuloy ko yung pagpupulis ko, isa narin ako sa mga bayarin. Kapag kasi nagpulis ka, hindi mo maiiwasang hindi tumanggap eh. Mismong yung pera yung lalapit sayo eh. Kapag tinanggap mo yun, magkapalit na proteksyon iyon eh. Hindi pwedeng wala. Kaya kapag nagpulis ka, kahit gaano ka pa kalinis, siguradong matutukso ka.

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English translation to follow. XD

A marriage license should be just like a passport or driver’s license. If we are not interested to renew it, then it expires. We are tough women, we will fight for our right to be free from the bondage of marriage.

— Margie Tajon

Above all else, your party list has the LAMEST of lame name EVER, in the history of mankind. It's called "1-ABAA" which is short for "1-Ako Babaeng Astig Aasenso," for the sake of those people who are interested.

On to the main topic, a marriage license, my dearest Ms. Margie Tajon, can't be compared to a passport or a driver's license. Having a husband is not just like having a new car to "ride on" and throw it away when you found a sexier and better car for your taste. And a family, for the love of all things, is not just some "luggage" or "extra trash" along the way.

If you don't wanna get married, then don't get married. Live-in couples are very common in this day and age. Just quit thinking of these ultra idiotic ideas. If, you just can't get the idea of  "til death do us part" off your shit, try proposing another DIVORCE law. You'll never know when the bishop would actually agree to it just because it's already getting annoying. On that note, I still think that the Church should just shut up about these laws since government and the Church will always be different.

You may not want your husband, but there are people who wanted to get married too. And could you image how many people wanted to a have a "family" but can't? There are tons of people out there who would appreciate the things you throw away, and if only they could, would rather take it out of your hands happily.

Hey, it's Beyond Eternal's 6th year! I'm really happy! Thanks for everyone who still reads this uninteresting blog. :P Together, let's all look forward to a future with boundless possibilities.

Here's everyone's gift for this year!

Oh, and yeah. That's me in the image. It was taken by Jeromee~ x3

To name a few:

Elegant Gothic Aristocrat Dress
(I don't know which brand it is yet, though)

Elegant Gothic Aristocrat Dress by Atelier Boz

Cravat and Fascinator by Cyril Lumboy (Love Lace Lolita)

Crawler Choke Tophat by Dark Sweet Soul

Mademoiselle Cocktail Hat by OneFreeKiss

Disclaimer:
Does not include random h.naoto, SexPot Revenge, Bodyline, Rock n Doll and OneFreeKiss products that I might encounter here and there. =P

Click to take, and remember to link back. (^_~)

The light from the moon was glittering. As he is, mad with desire. He tore her white night gown and throw it roughly on the floor. He slowly kissed her at the nape of her neck and admires her smooth, silky, pale white skin. He caressed it slowly by the arms down to her soft legs. Grabbing her plump butt with all his strength as her moans echoes through the empty dark halls. His long warm fingers slowly slip in within her making her cries louder. She returned his advances with kisses starting from the chest and slowly, downward.

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Note: Just in case you didn't know, I'm a huge pervert and I used to be a massive lemon fanfiction fan. This is an erotic blog entry written as a parody of a blog by a girl named Manila (now closed to public due to her increasing popularity earned from trolling and dissing models online), which contains erotic blog entries such as step by step sexual acts and detailed description of how she does her blow jobbing.

Written by request of Ade.

Oh and please excuse the photo quality and my desk decoration.

The front view. :)

The side view. :3

When the mouth opens. X3

The blood covered streets,
Where the difference between morality and not,
Is but a thin line of thread
That warps each and every one of us.

We screamed at the top of our lungs,
Yet our screams merely echoes around these thick walls.
No one knows who's at the other side.
Or is there someone at the other side?

Doubt started to haunt us.
And that bond we use to call friendship
Became nothing more than a memory
As we stabbed on each other for survival.

The warm fluid that covers our hands,
Are what tells us of our life's story.
The bodies that laid before us,
Are the living proof of our faded memory.