Destruction is a member of The Endless™, a bunch of half crazed email maniacs that's bound to create havoc on any unsuspecting email server. She was called Destruction because Death was taken, but secretly she wants to be called Destiny or Despair (why the obsession with ' D ' ? ask Spinal ).
Don't be fooled, the one on the picture is not Destruction, the girl on the ledge is actually a hitchhiker who ran away from home. D is the one sitting on the side of the volcano crater, eating a taco and sipping a mug of root beer float while reading Hemmingway's "A Farewell To Arms". If you can't see her, click the picture to enlarge it, and follow the arrow.

The brain behind this website have always wanted to become a writer, so kindly excuse her amateur works posted here. In real life, she is a mathematician who is currently busy creating a program that would solve all the polynomial space complete equations in the universe. Once in a blue moon, She contributes poems and essays to sites like Bones From The Graveyard™, and Life In Ink™.

When not trapped inside a 10 sq. ft. cubicle debugging code or making bug fixes, she is out on the rooftop, gazing at the moon and counting the stars. Her hobbies, aside from sleeping, include driving people crazy, collecting dust under her bed, reading shoegazer's diary, and re-answering the personality tests at emode (hoping to get a better score. Duh!).

If you have any questions, about anything and everything at all, ranging from how to drink 12 shots of tequila in 5 minutes to the time complexity of the search heuristic in her thesis, just send her an email.

Today passed by uneventful... the document changes were only few thus less time was needed for modifying the program. It is days like this when I wish I was somewhere else, counting the waves of the sea, picking up pebbles from the beach, or just simply lying down on the warm sand and watching the birds perch their nests on a nearby tree..

Maybe someday, when I have all the time and money that I need, I would do all those things. I would visit places, meet people and collect experiences like candies from a jar. But today will just be today.. trapped inside a cubicle with nothing but my monitor in front of me.

Tonight I shall dream, and maybe tomorrow, everything will somehow fall into place.

Saturday was one of those days when troubles seem as meaningless as the dust that accumulates on my desk. Martha just arrived from Singapore, and as part of her welcome party, we had dinner at the Vudu Lounge with Yan, Gay and Shing. Finding the place was easier than I've expected. it was rightly placed at the Crossroads Mall in Banilad, away from the usual hang outs and party scenes. On the way there, we passed by High Life, and I vowed to visit that place next time.

The dinner was nice, but the people I was with, was even better. we had demitasse at Treviso Panini at the Village, while I was counting the stars over bailey's on the rocks. We stayed for quite some time, talking about things and stuff, then we decided to head off at Waterfront since it was way too early to go home.

The tequila at the Abbey was blech! It reminded me that I'm not used to hard drinks anymore. maybe I should stick to iced tea. =)

The night ended, the way all nights do, but not without the tinge of nostalgia. Martha was incessantly talking about the wonders of Singapore airport compared to NAIA. Manila buses still boast of its deadly fumes and well our country is still slow in terms of progress, some things do never change,,, i just hope that our friendship would be one of them..