TRAFFIC IN EDSA IS STILL A NIGHTMARE…. At least there are no more wang wangs. (Sorry Shalani, I’m always late for our date)
Pic above is EDSA during PNOY and Shalani’s monthsary.
I Spent Just $50 for Hotdogs In New York, Whereas GMA Spent A Million For Her Dinner At Le Cirque.
PNOY seen here buying the Philippine contingent and some US Secret Service officers some hotdogs in NYC. Now he promises to do the same thing in the middle of Mendiola and Legard. But instead of an Americana, he’s going to wear Barong, and buy fishballs, instead of sausages.
I PROMISE NOT TO ADD MORE ABADS IN MY GOVERNMENT
<==== is A Bad family picture. Er, i mean the Abad Family picture.
My bestfriend Usec Puno is not making me look good… But let’s give him a fourth chance.
Aside from the Hostage Fiasco and Jueteng issue, the above pic is contributed to USEC Puno’s doing. He texted the President “Paye, Badtrp me sa U, deins U uwi hotdogs from NYC for me. How could U, im ur BFF!”
Shalani and I have not yet broken up… We still see each other on Skype and click the like button on each and every single status we put out on Facebook.

PNOY and Shalani, seen here attending a Couples For Christ seminar.
I Will Stop Blaming The Arroyos For Everything… 
Pnoy pledging to stop pointing the blames to the Arroyo… and just let De Lima and The Truth Commission do that for him.
I am down to one pack of Marlboro Lights per day.
Hey, if this guy can smoke, why can’t PNOY. QUIT making him QUIT!
We f*&$#d up on the hostage crisis. I should have named Binay as DILG.

Pnoy seen here pondering on why he didn’t put the perfect man for the job.
We will succeed, because Kris Aquino is out of TV and out of a relationship.
<==== a bit freaky, but true.
I’m not supposed to be here… But because of you people I am. So quit Bitchin’! Let Me Do My Job!
PNOY letting out steam. After a very rough 100 days.
hey, let’s all be thankful he won, or else….

Ang Pagbabalik ni Asyong Salonga.
(seriously, at least this guy made the dollar rate go up man. Now, dollar is down against pesos. the OFW families are fucked!)
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About luiwui
I was born during the late days of June, a time of the year when tropical storms, blackouts and flash floods rules the greater metropolitan Manila, in the year 1981 when my country is nearing its tipping point of economic and moral collapse. The same year when Martial Law was lifted and four years before the Edsa Revolution.
The time, season and even my country's political atmosphere seems to affect how I would be 26 years after I was born. It would probably explain how crazy and chaotic my life can be.
But my family background would do more justice to the insanity that sculpts my existence.
I'm the youngest of three sons. The eldest died three days after being born. The second have unresolvable anger management issues who try to calm himself with hobbies which includes pitbull fighting, playing war games and beating the hell out of his punching bag.
My parents are both flower children. Filipino hippies who experimented and got hooked with organic and chemical recreational drugs. But their both sober now. The proof of this is well, their divorced. You can't get more sober that that.
My dad is a Customs Police. Yes he's a government "pig". A comedian and a "breeder". He has several mistresses and i have a dozen or more half-siblings (and still counting) all around the country. Every port he got posted at... its bound to happen that'll he end up knocking some girl off.
My mom, she's sweet. She loves gambling, smokes a lot, and she's part of big mafia like syndicate that operates on illegal drugs. But over all she's sweet. I love you ma'!
My grandparents? Father side, he's old man is a former mobster turned government employee slash mobster turned religious man slash retreat master. Back in the day he and his crew, which includes Berting Labra, ran protection rackets, numbers game, and customs undeclared item smuggling. Killed or have ordered someone killed. The real Filipino mob. NICE!
Dad's mom is the youngest daughter of one the richest Don's in Pateros then a municipality of Rizal. They used to own a big bakery, a pharmacy and a medical clinic. They basically own our town then. NICE!
Mother Side. Her father and all his sibling are cops. Her father got a spy like job working as an intelligence operative for the CIS working directly under President Marcos during the 60's and 70's. He's well known in Taguig to have "anting-antings" that why he never gets killed during "encounters" when he was still an agent. He got 72 children. NICE!
Her mom well, she's the real deal. The most pretty lass in Narvacan, Ilocos. She's educated and articulate, got two bachelor degrees in college. She was part of the clan in Ilocandia where they killed their kins for political power. NICE!
That's explains my insanity.
As for me.....
i like to get down and dirty.
I've been a professional writer for three years now, yes writing is economically viable!
i think i'm bipolar, im not sure, it sure feels like i am... hehehe.
im a smoker. i drink to get drunk. i am an adrenaline junkie. A hopeless romantic, who got separated after being enganged. A big tough guy. An observer and a reporter of life that is becoming.
I'm an asshole some of the times. i make people laugh... sometimes i wonder if i look like a clown. I'm a literary artist/rebel. I'm a writing sellout. I'm a explicit adult site writer. a weekend warrior...
.... and a bunny rabbit that mutated into a polar bear.