To hell with the December 2012 apocalypse!  I'm watching this!

 

Death by cuteness!  I need an army of ruthless minions!

If the videos above don't quite satisfy your doomsday fix, try reading the following articles instead:
NASA's | Forbes' | The Washington Post's

Being able to witness (failed) doomsday scares firsthand is among the interesting perks of being born in the 1980s.  That Y2K scare was effin once in a lifetime!

For my part, I don't think it's a matter of when the world we nastyasses know of will end.  The hype is quite amusing, yes.  But I prefer putting greater emphasis in living a worthwhile life, a life lived to its fullest, like that of sedated rockstars, like that of the overused aphorism "as if the world is to end tomorrow, as if you are to die tomorrow."

Fact is, I don't know when this lovely fucked up world will end, I won't know!  And to fill that void, that grey area of not knowing, I say my prayers, my personal cussword.  To wake-up each day like it’s my birthday, only better.  To willfully try my damn hardest to do only the superlatives -- big dreams, hard work, endless travels, limitless learning, great laughs, grand love, bear hugs, thousand kisses, sexy whispers, million words, gazillion fine stories - written, photographed and spoken... etcetera, etcetera.  Because life should be lived like that, and nothing less.

Note:  Remind thyself daily... so holy heavens help me.  (Insert long overdue bucket list here.)

With a Dutch Mill in my hand, I put my warface on.  Bitchfest?  Bring it!  (Chos!)

Photo (2011) by Edralin Manila
Posted June 23, 2012