A local IKEA? Prolly not. But do check this one out.

Okay. So this is the general image: it’s 2:30 in the morning, I have Scott Pilgrim on the player (50 First Dates earlier–I like playing random upper movies when I’m coding), and I have a chocolate cake in front of me. I. Am. Famished. I have been eating non-stop since 12am but all I have [...]

There would only be a few references to Kismet that Jill would only care to believe about.Jill’s mother died when she was little, and therefore was bereft of bedtime stories. Both her and her father were never believers of destiny, nor fairytales, nor toads turning into princes. And as far as Jill’s concerned, she’s perfectly fine with that.

Which is why she never recognized Kismet when she sat beside one.

Wak kayo maingay, badtrip si ate. At ayaw nya mag yosi kaya stfu ka muna kasi baka masira nya yung streak nya.

She was the color of fire, while I was the color of calm. Red and blue, we called our selves. Whilst red called for intensity and inspiration, my color called for strength and mobility, but with a call for an on-hand composition when needed. She had the same color on her abdomen in the mark [...]