One writer's block

There's some things that once you got a hold of it, you just can't let it go . You'll just keep turning back and hang on to it. Like me, for example. I'll never get tired of watching new old series, and eventhough it kept me up and down the hills at times, but eventually I'll still continue watching them and voila, the very same story caught my interest once again. Yah, Prison Break for example. This series had long gone from its first season, and right now, starting their fourth one and I'm STILL interested in the plot. Hahahaha. Maybe you thought of me as a bit of megalomaniac addict to Michael Scofield, but I don't think so. Michael Scofield is chubbier now, compared to the first season (in which everytime you set your eyes upon him, you goes like "Aaargh, kill me, he's adorable.") So, no, his looks is not something I chase anymore, cause right now I'm looking at Sara Tancredi. Hehehehe, big spoiler, yes? Despite the ridiculous plo

Weird day Yesterday I went home only to find a bunch of homeless people sitting on my floor and playing cards. Wow, a game I barely played anymore. With that in mind, I mingled immediately and start playing like crazy. It's fun, it's awesome, it's brutal, it's SEVEN SCOPE!! We played for like centuries, cursing and singing like moron =D, being defensive and offensive as much as we could muster, and eventually it's already 3 a.m in the morning. Yaiks. I got meeting and client document processing tommorow morning! Aaah, who cares! =D Played and played like there's no tommorow, huhuhu, and then my roommate prepared their early breakfast (tsk tsk, that's like the earliest breakfast I've ever seen, hehehe). She cooked some meal then join us again after few brutal and bloody losses she suffered. Looked like she didn't want to be humiliated just like that, ladies and gentleman. That's why we changed the pace and the game into CAPSA! I sucks at capsa,