y u k i h o t a r u

i am bored. :))

well, there's been a lot to write about lately. brainard and i had just celebrated our third month together. himig xientia won first place in the contest held last tuesday. two hoorays for that.

is it me or is my lack of enthusiasm quite evident today? this is what happens when boredom teams up with not being in the mood to write.

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WARNING: the following paragraph in text language tagalog is going to be dumb because, well, text language makes people dumb. in my opinion, the said language should be banned forever in the face of this earth. it'll be awkward for me to write because i NEVER use text language. but since certain circumstances are forcing me to write in a language which is indecipherable through google translate, i shall use text language tagalog. i expect to fry some of my brain cells during the course of my writing. so help me. :((

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ngpkita n nmn cya (at s 4 na slita lng n un nhirpan n ko mgtrnslate kc di tlg aq snay XD ). lam nyo n kng cno. mlmng, cno p b yung d dpat mkbsa ng part n 2?! :))

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GAAAAH!!! TANGINA ANG HIRAP MAGSULAT NG TEXT LANGUAGE!!! :(( SIGE, I-TRANSLATE NA NYA KUNG ANONG GUSTO N'YA, BASTA AKO AYOKONG MAGSULAT IN TEXT LANGUAGE!!! NEVER!!! :((

grabe, isang maikli lang na paragraph, sumuko na ako...ganoon nakakabobo ang text language. kaya yung mga tao d'yan na todo gamit pa rin ng text language, bantayan nyo na  ang mga sarili niyo at ang grammar n'yo. baka kahit mga paper na for school ang sinusulat n'yo, text language na ang gamit n'yo...kawawa naman yung mga taong ganoon...nabobo na ng todo...=))

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anyway...

sabihin na lang natin na, 'yun nga, nagparamdam uli siya. at sabihin na rin natin na alam ko na kung bakit siya umalis at kung bakit siya bumalik. at dahil sa mga dahilan na 'yun, at s'yempre dahil may ka-relasyon na akong iba, di ko siya pinatulan. tanga ako kung papatulan ko pa siya. duh. :))

for more info, sa ym na lang...ayoko nang mapahiya siya dahil sa akin. sibilisado akong tao; kahit naman sinaktan niya ako, di ko siya pahihiyain. tao siya, at tao rin naman ako. alam ko kung ano ang masakit para sa isang tao. kaya 'wag na lang. :))

so bakit ko pa sinulat ang mga 'to kung halos wala naman akong sasabihin? wala lang, trip. para mahaba-haba naman ang masusulat ko sa blog entry na 'to. =))

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so, there. lesson for today: NEVER attempt to use text language. if you do, it'll make your head explode. and if you're used to this language, attempting to speak english (or even filipino, or any other real language for that matter) with good grammar would make your head explode. one reason why those telecommunications companies have unlimited texting promos is for people to stop using text languages. it eradicates the necessity of making messages shorter; hence, people are not forced to use text language. everyone can get to keep their grammar skills.

NO TO TEXT LANGUAGE! =))

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...well, look at that...i got myself in the mood to write...:))

and now that short paragraph of text language tagalog is getting to me because i'm starting to doubt my grammar right now...=))

haha. dahil kinukulit ako ng doggie ko na ituloy na, itutuloy ko na...:D

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EVENT 2. the himig event incident, aka the day metro manila was visited by temporary armageddon and lived to tell the world about it.

i woke up that day before the sun did, which was unusual for a rainy saturday morning. but that day was different; it was the day of my supposed first chorale contest as part of himig scientia. i arrived at kisay at 5:30, sharp, in the morning, as was instructed. my himig-mates started arriving, and after some coffee, mia's sunlight-summoning dance, vocalization, and a few rounds of last-minute practice, himig scientia was ready to dominate the stage. the sun was smiling at us as we left the campus and headed for amoranto stadium at about 7 am.

and so we arrived, ever ready to pwn all our opponents' heads by singing like little birds on a warm, sunny day. except it wasn't a warm, sunny day. rain was pouring down, hard. and the 'disorganizers' (the rotary club, the freaking people who thought of this event, do not deserve the title 'organizers' because they're so freaking disorganized. tapos may 4-way test pa silang nalalaman. oh the hypocrisy.) made us stay for a while after registration because, apparently, amoranto stadium was not where we were to perform. and, apparently, they didn't know where the hell they could put us, so they made us sit and wait at the stadium bleachers where the charming little drum and lyre bands were made to wait. we were still waiting for our costumes, so we did our makeup and hair first.

three hours pass, and the rain was pouring down harder than ever. our costumes finally arrived, and we were finally given instructions by the disorganizers to go to some rotary club center near philcoa. yes, the freaking disorganizers picked the time where the streets of metro manila were already too flooded to tread to send us to the venue they came up, maybe, by just spinning a wheel of sadistic misfortune two seconds ago.

and so, we were stranded there at the stadium's canteen, with no hope of ever getting to the venue. ma'am hermano used her powers to persuade the disorganizers to make us perform some other day. and that problem was solved. now, how do we get home...?

let's skip the boring part of waiting for a ride and go to the part where i jans and i hitched a ride in janina's car. apparently their blue car's name is jessica, and as her dad drove through puddles of flood he'd squeak in delight, much like a little boy, or my brother. as we finally found our way to commonwealth, a procession of people with no hope of catching a ride slowly but steadily formed, and as we reached fairview jessica could not go any further because of the traffic that piled up. i wanted to go home immediately, so i decided to leave them behind and start walking. and and so, my hellish procession began.

i walked for an hour, encountering about 0.75km of above-knee deep floods. as i reached fairview center mall i chanced upon a jeepney ride home. even with the luck i've experienced (my sister traveled the same route hours ago, but with chest-high floods), i couldn't help but cry as i arrived home because that day was all for nothing...and so i curse the rotary club. i hope they lose the lawsuit the administration of amoranto stadium had filed against them for their disorganized event.

EVENT 3. coming soon...

soooo...it's been a while since i wrote on my blog. pretty significant things have happened in my life since then. i will try to enumerate them chronologically, and write long paragraphs about them, because that's how i write and that's who i am. :))

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EVENT 1. the jail booth incident.

ah, foundation day. the last foundation day my batch would experience. so nothing really was happening. that day was my first public performance as a member of himig xientia (hooray, sumabit din! XD). after that i was just trying to play dota on juancho's laptop, then watched some people play diablo...then rodlyn came and took me, brainard, and nigel to the jail booth. every person we were with followed. *GASP!*

nigel's punishment was, apparently, to be splashed with gallons of water until he developed pneumonia. but he was lucky, compared to the punishment the gods (or, at least, the jerk who paid for my supposed five minutes in hell) had bestowed upon me. i was to be chained to martin vivo for five minutes. *dun dun duuuuun.*

okay, that really wasn't the worst part. at best, martin vivo was a gentleman, and five minutes with him wasn't that bad, unless people would point and laugh at you. then it would be humiliating. unfortunately, people WERE pointing ang laughing at me. kevin was even taking pictures. i tried to break free from the handcuffs, and, well, it was easy as pie; my wrist is pretty small for loose handcuffs. in effect, i thought, i cheated my way out of nothing since i only had about one minute left 'til freedom, so i decided to play fair. i slipped my wrist back to the handcuffs and tightened them so that i wouldn't be able to pull of that stunt again. big mistake.

and so, the five minutes were over. martin and i were led out of the booth and were asked to sit down, please, as they searched for the key for the handcuffs. but then, five, ten minutes passed...and the key was nowhere to be found.

so, apparently, the warden had lost the key. martin was furious, partly because he's been tugging on the handcuffs and, in effect, had been tightening his half. i was getting really pissed off, but i was more scared than pissed off. i've heard of how the infamous martin vivo would explode in his fits of anger. when he spreads terror, he REALLY spreads terror. no mercy. brainard sat by my side and held my hand, both of us bracing for the coming traumatic events.

another ten minutes passed, and they still can't find the key. my wrist was freely moving, although i could not slip out of those dreaded handcuffs anymore. but martin was cursing; he'd really tightened the cuffs too much. he started threatening people and pounding on the desk. i was getting too scared, and i had to think of a way to at least calm martin down a bit. normally i'd hold back my tears, but, hey, if i cried then martin would see that he really should calm down because he was traumatizing me. so i cried on brainard's shoulder.

after some time martin's anger waned a bit, and i started to laugh off the tension that was building. but then, jade (remind me to kill the imbecile when we meet on monday) arrived at the scene and laughed at me and martin. and so, poor jade faced the inevitable wrath of martin vivo; he suffered two kicks and barely ducked from the trajectory of a flying chair.

by then, i was really scared at martin and angry at jade, so i started crying again. by that time, the jail wardens were trying everything to unlock the cursed handcuffs, and everyone was trying to appease martin's anger. i was almost to the point of being willing to saw off the handcuffs. thank goodness someone thought of fetching a security guard from SM to lend us a key to handcuffs, since the handcuffs we were chained to were real, standard-issue, policeman's handcuffs.

after thirty agonizing minutes, martin, brainard and I were lead to the school gate where the policeman was waiting with the keys to freedom. martin offered the keys to me, but i declined and let him use them first. as soon as we were free i turned my back on martin and the security guard and those cursed handcuffs and cried in my beloved boyfriend's arms.

and so, it was all over; brainard and i were soon back to being cheesy, and all was well. i sang onstage as mark played the guitar for family day, and it was the first time my parents saw me sing a song wholeheartedly, since they always tell me to sing songs i did not like singing for contests i did not want to enter in the first place. everyone thought i sang really well. the grades were then released, and i made it to neon's top ten. XD

the end. :D (but that's only event 1! >:D )

EVENT 2. coming soon.

i will have mercy on you today, dear reader, for i understand that event 1 is too long for you to read and it will exhaust your enthusiasm for event 2. thank my two years in journ for the mercy i give you. but hold on to it while you have it, for i will soon post another blog entry so long that it will increase the radiation from your monitor tenfold and blind you. or worse, it will mutate you! MWAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!! >:)

...okay, fine, tinatamad lang talaga akong ituloy. =))

hi:D hi:D hi:D

i am at ysabel's place. apparently jolina is at school right now for the flag retreat, elaine and frances are asleep, and ysabel is in her parents' room which i will not dare enter, because it's her parents' room. duuh.

they (frances and i didn't help because we are the ones to go to brazil) attempted to make the tarpaulin we're going to use for our project display in brazil, but we chose to slack off instead. :))

my phone is dead. and apparently, the caballes household does not have a charger appropriate for my phone. so, brainard, if you've been texting me for the last five hours, sorry. :))

i've finished my daily facebook routine, except for restaurant city. apparently, it's undergoing maintenance right now.

i am very weak in vampire wars. i only have a skill ranking of 1200 or so. need more clan members! :))

hmm. thirty minutes 'til we leave. i wanna go home now and recharge my phone.

is it just me or is this the worst blog entry i've ever written? :))

oh, the product of boredom.

i finally got a six-kill streak in dota WITHOUT ANYONE'S HELP. yeah, that means i'm DOMINATING. mwahahaha. >:)

i am finally happy with my life 'cause i learned how to use puck the faerie dragon quite well now (yeah, i can hear that frickin' old song in my head going, "puck, the faerie draaaaagon...lives by the seeeeeeaaa...). totally pwned pugna last night. the game ended with me at level 18 and pugna at level 16. i LOVE harrassing heroes using the PUCK YOU combo. =))

yes, yes, a lot of you pro players may have been using the PUCK YOU combo (illusory orb, ethereal jaunt, waning rift, dream coil, shiva's guard, in that order) for a long while now, but, hey, i'm a newb, so let me savor my happiness. it's my first time to really own in dota without kevin or gio helping me, after all. =))

my core build for puck includes 3 null talismans and int treads. then i'd eventually buy a linken's sphere, shiva's guard, and an eye of skadi . if the game goes on i'd buy radiance to complete the build. any more suggestions? i'm very open for improvement. =D

so there. I KNOW HOW TO PLAY DOTA NOW. =)) but i still don't know how to creep block. XDD

i am bored with my life.

why is it that everyone except me is busy with schoolwork or anything else? it makes me feel like i'm missing a big part of my life; the part where i experience the last year of high school, the part where i get ready for college. the upcat has passed, and i have dota on my computer now, and i remain oblivious to it all.

it's almost weird to realize that my one-week period with my pseudo-boyfriend made my life a bit more exciting, even if nothing different really ever happened that week. maybe it's the thought of having a love life (albeit fake) that gave the illusion of my life being worth a little bit more than usual. with that, i thank my pseudo-ex-boyfriend. =))

i wasn't supposed to write that last paragraph, but hey, i did. oh well. i was bored, so there.

i can't wait for periodic tests to end so i can finally go jamming with the bands (apparently i unoficially have two). maybe i'd have less boredom after.

i'm so bored i'm entering the brink of depression. sometimes i wouldn't even be in the mood to listen to my music. it's disturbing. and i'm going back to being anorexic. partly it's kevin's fault for touching my tummy all the time, but to me it means more than that. during my emo days i didn't have the courage to cut myself so i starve myself instead.

i don't want to go back to being depressed. i really don't. and my situation at home doesn't help, either.

someone save me, and make it quick. please. i don't want to oblivious to all the happiness.

my incubus continues to haunt me.

in my sleep and as i wake, i am lured by his trap like a moth to a flame. he used to bring me joy as i long for him; now, he brings me pain.

he brings about the illusion of what was and what might have been. surreal visions leave me with false hope that cuts like a knife, leaving me bleeding with a wound without cure.

do i kill these demons and rid myself of his illusions forever? i should. i must. i will. but how, when the demons are my memories of him? i dare not forget, for forgetting means killing the lone flower in me that longs to bloom in snow. ultimately i lose her, for if i kill these demons, i kill her. and if i let these demons harass me i hinder her growth.

and what of the intimacy we've shared? is it of lust or, dare i say it, of love? lust is not as creative as its discovery. but neither is love, for true love is seldom articulate. which of these stupidities have we experienced more? more of the former, yes. or the latter, maybe? but i'll have none of it now. i refuse to continue to be the puppet of this sadistic puppeteer.

this is my ultimatum. i will cut my strings even as i bleed; the blood i shed will be the last tears devoted to the incubus i long to destroy. i close my eyes and seek peace in insanity, destroying his essence until all pain disintegrates.

you are no longer my incubus. i will love you nevermore.

haha. kahit di 'to survey, sige, gagawin ko pa rin, para makita ng isa dyan na kunwari nagtatago pero vineview pa rin yung blog ko. :))

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my ideal guy...

>> looks good no matter how long his hair is.

>> knows how to initiate and maintain both intelligent and nonsensical conversations.

>> is/looks caucasian. XDD

>> is horny, but knows when to be horny.

>> plays magic: the gathering. yes, this is a requirement. i plan to groom my child into the best magic player EVER. =))

>> should act really tough with other people, but should fear me enough for me to order him around.

>> should be mature enough to handle himself but should also be childish enough for him to make me handle him.

>> does not need to know how to write mushy poems and stuff. i believe that "not finding the right words is paradoxically often the best proof that the right words are meant...real desire lacks articulacy."

>> knows why i am not as vain as other girls.

>> doesn't mind that girls can curse like sailors, too.

>> will do anything and everything to gain my family's approval.

>> knows how to use my own weaknesses against me, and comfort me when i feel bad about it.

>> shares my passion for music.

>> isn't thick-skinned, but is emotionally stable enough.

>> doesn't think that my squeaky voice is annoying.

>> is a cat person. for confidential purposes. =))

>> is crazy. :))

>> is crazy for me. =))

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application forms are available anytime. :))

Here I am again, an average student with a truckload of assignment piled up on her lap, but hey, this little devil isn't planning on doing her assignment tonight. Partly because of laziness; but also because I just want to skip it. I'm not taking anything in college related to it, anyway.

Some of you may have noticed two things about my typing tonight: one, I'm typing in sentence case. Just to stir things up. Two, the phrase 'truckload of assignment'. Why a singular noun? Because the truckload was brought upon by a single subject. And what other subject would bring up too much workload than the dreaded ********? =))

Yes, my dear readers, I've censored even the subject area due to the System's paranoia. Hey, I'm not blaming them. I'd be paranoid myself if someone were to post the truth about me somewhere in the World Wide Web.

Sigh. I remember my first missed assignment.

A long, long time ago (four years, to be exact), Lizbeth was grade-conscious. (Yeah, I can hear a lot of gasps around here.) Aside from being GC she was also curious and very scientific. When she wanted to know why this is that, she follows the scientific method; she experiments.

Our story for tonight involves her experiment with missed homework. She asked herself, "What happens if I miss just one homework?" So, having a question in her head that she wanted so badly to answer, she decided to perform a simple experiment. She didn't do her assignment in Reading.

See, her Reading teacher at that time was kind; the type of kindness where her students wouldn't dare upset her by missing homework. Not to mention Lizbeth was in her teacher's Top 5 Teacher's Pets list. The minute her teacher learned that Lizbeth missed an assignment, she got pissed off. She told her it was like a slap to her face.

A year passes, and Lizbeth enters high school. Here she meets different kinds of teachers; some were nice, some were just, well, either annoying or incompetent (it's a good thing the latter is kinda rare in her school). In order to satisfy the evil in her, she just had to insult these not-nice teachers in her own evil way. Mwahahaha.

But, wait! She's among the Top 36 most intelligent people in her batch that year (based on the entrance exams). To insult a teacher directly is suicide. So, she asks herself, "What's the most subtle way of insulting a teacher?"

Then she remembers her Reading teacher and the assignment she missed.

And, dear friends, the rest is history.

THE END.

PS. YAAAAAAAY!!!!! I STILL DON'T HAVE MY VOICE BACK!!!!!!

I am Red/Black
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being a 4th year student has been fun so far. then again, i've only been one for four days. not much pressure there yet.

every time i see a freshman or a sophomore, instinct tells me to laugh at them, albeit cruel. is this a side effect of being a senior? =))

the major highlight of this week is me being invited by jolo and mark to provide vocals for a coheed and cambria-esque band. i've been wanting to sing or play in a band for a long time now. i hope this turns out well. this is going to be quite fun. XD

well, that's all there is to blog about for now. my life hasn't been that exciting lately. give me a couple of days for the stress and insanity to sink in. =))

i am currently typing with my feet up on a chair and my keyboard on my lap, for reasons i originally could not point out before but soon realized about a minute after sitting in this position. after some time i noticed that my legs and eyes were actually aching before i assumed this position, and that this was actually very relaxing. took me a minute to figure that out. now my face is about two and a half feet away from the monitor, unlike the usual four inches. it's like typing into a laptop, but not really. oh well.

it's weird. i thought i got over him. but i'm still listening to all these songs i usually associate with him. i still listen to his lullaby, his theme song, his soul. guess i got quite attached to him, but not too much so that i remain ignorant about him being, well, you know, too chicken. if you're reading this, you know who you are. and i don't care if you know who you are, because i am ignorant and ignorance is bliss. oh well.

ignorance doesn't necessarily equal stupidity. ignorance, when used at the right instances, can be very wise. for instance, being ignorant about the complex derivation of a simple formula which you have very little interest in can be useful when you know that you can never ever find a useful application in this lifetime. it saves space in that cramped brain of yours. and it's not like there's a big muscular guy that'll kill you just because you don't know how to derive the formula for the distance and angle between the hour hand and the minute hand of a clock in a given time. as long as you know the formula itself, you'd still pass those college entrance exams, dear. ignorance can also be useful when you know that you're just half a step away from the brink of insanity because of depression and stress. ignorance is the best, not to mention the cheapest, antidepressant. well, there could be some side effects, such as insensitivity. oh well.

i've noticed that i've been writing very long paragraphs just to express very simple thoughts, so i'll make this one relatively shorter. i won't be falling in love again anytime soon. maybe i'd get lonesome, but oh well.

i'm supposed to be angry right now, but i'm not, 'cause i'm ignorant. i don't care about perverts, pedophiles, hypocrites, stupidity, or love. ignorance is bliss. ignorance is bliss. but maybe it isn't. maybe it makes you suffer so much so bad sometimes. maybe my ignorance toward the things i had to listen to, the things which i know i need to do to make that relationship right, is ultimately the reason why i need to be more ignorant now. oh well.

suddenly my current seating position felt uncomfortable, for some reason. oh yeah, that's right; i forgot i was still wearing tight jeans. i'll have to change into something more comfy. but you didn't really need to know that, did you? oh well. gotta go.

isa syang malaking duwag. manok. MANOOOOOOOK!!! =))))))

'yan yung naging tingin ko sa kanya pagkatapos ko siyang iyakan at pagtiyagaan. pero ewan ko na kung anong tingin ko sa kanya ngayon. mas lalo lang siyang nagmukhang...tao. nakita ko yung pagkatao niya.

kailangan kong ilabas 'tong mga 'to. ayokong ma-depress na naman.

iniwan na naman niya ako. natawa na lang ako, kasi pinaplano ko na ring iwanan sya. pero nai-plano ko naman na magpaalam. siya di talaga siya nag-paalam. ni walang sinabi kahit ano. parang noong nakaraang taon lang. pero okey lang, kasi ginagawa nya 'to dahil matino rin siya kahit papaano at alam niyang maraming mali sa pagiging kami.

okey na sana ang lahat. desidido na ko na iwanan na siya talaga at 'di na siya balikan. tapos, dahil may hangover pa 'ko ng pagka-stalker, nagikot-ikot ako ng onti sa site nya at sa site ng mga kaibigan niya, tapos may nakita ako. (di ko na sasabihin kasi nirerespeto ko ang hangganan ng aking pag-iimbestiga at pagkalat ng personal niyang buhay. basta, 'di naman 'to bastos.)

sa nakita ko, bigla kong nakita ang posibleng buhay niya sa likod ng kakaunting ipinakita niya sa akin. hula lang 'to na base sa aking mga sikolohikal (*nosebleed*) na obserbasyon, pagsasaliksik ('takte, naaasar na 'ko sa tagalog), at pagkakakilala sa kanya. alalahanin niyo lang, mga dakila kong mambabasa (waaagh. di ako sanay magsulat ng tagalog. @__@), na hula-hula lang 'to, at posibleng ang iba sa mga 'to ay di totoo tungkol sa kanya. di ko rin alam kung totoo o hindi. at di na rin natin malalaman.

baka siya'y isang tao na wala nang matinong magawa sa buhay kundi sakyan ang pagka-liberal ng kaniyang bansa. sa ibang salita, mahilig siyang uminom, mag-sugal, bumibili ng babae, at baka mahilig din siya sa bato. 'yan ay dahil pwedeng-pwede 'yan sa bansa niya, at dahil wala naman siyang relihiyon (wala akong problema dun). kung 'di yan ang ginagawa niya, nagbabasa sya ng sobrang daming libro (sobrang talino kasi niya) o di kaya nakaharap siya sa computer (trabaho nya 'to. mahilig din siya sa computer games). pero di siya ganun kahilig sa tao; baka nga di ganoon kaganda ang social life niya para sa isang tao na nasa edad niya. baka di siya masyadong nakikipagsalamuha sa mga taong nasa paligid niya. baka dahil 'to sa nakakatakot niyang itsura. baka tinutugunan na lang niya ang kanyang sosyolohikal na pangangailangan (*super nosebleed*) sa pamamagitan ng kaniyang matalik na kaibigan: ang computer.

siguro lagi siyang nakikipagkaibigan sa mga dayuhan gamit ang internet dahil nababawasan kahit papaano ang insecurity niya dahil sa distansya nila. baka rin naman nakilala niya ang mga ito sa mga bakasyon nya. mahilig siyang magbakasyon. pero siyempre, kelangan din niya ng pagmamahal, tulad ng iba pang tao sa mundo. siguro ito ang dahilan kung bakit niya ako pinatulan. siguro ito rin ang dahilan dun sa nakita ko. di ko lang alam ha. pero dahil sa nakita ko, parang di na ko na talaga iniisip na naging seryoso siya sa kin. baka talagang manyak lang siya, tapos nakonsensya sya. pero iniisip ko rin na kaya nakonsensya sya eh dahil minahal na rin niya ko. ewan ko.

(...siguro psychology na lang ang kukunin kong kurso sa college. kahit papaano, maayus-ayos akong magbasa ng tao. XD )

siguro kung naiintindihan niya 'to, kokontrahin niya ang ilan sa mga sinabi ko, lalo na yung pagiging insecure. pero ganun talaga ang mga taong insecure. defensive sila. lahat nga tao ay insecure sa isang bagay, kahit maliit lang ang insecurity. sa tingin ko, ang maaaring maging insecurity niya ay tungkol sa impresyon sa kanya ng tao. nakakatakot kasi talaga siyang tingnan, kung conservative kang tao. pero kung open-minded ka naman, okey lang naman siya. baka rin naman di talaga siya insecure; baka naman yung ugali niya ay dahil sa kinalakihan niyang paligid. lasenggo kasi yung tatay niya; naghiwalay yung mga magulang niya nung bata pa lang siya. di ko alam kung yung nanay o tatay niya yung nagpalaki sa kanya; pero ang alam ko ay naka-epekto din ang pagpapalaki sa kaniya ng magulang niya sa naging pangkalahatang ugali niya at perspective niya sa buhay nung lumaki na siya.

naging masaya siyang kasama. matalino siya; nakakatuwa rin minsan, lalo na 'pag nagtatanong siya tungkol sa pilipinas at mga pilipino. parang bata. mami-miss ko talaga siya bilang matalik na kaibigan. pero di ko na siguro siya babalikan, kahit bumalik siya sa akin.

yun lang. ang haba na. ngasasawa na rin akong mag-tagalog. =))

wanna see how a final fantasy 7 cd looks like after it goes on a "limit break"? =))

 

 

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yes, bad, bad GIR (my computer) made it explode inside the cd drive. strangely, the cd drive remained untouched and fully functional after the explosion. =D

i taped the pieces myself. 'twas fun! =))

the little fragments on the center were those that were too small to figure out where they would fit.

it's a good thing you could download playstation games on the internet; otherwise my head would've exploded with the cd. XDD

summer's here! yaaay! ^_____^

unlike my other summers, i plan to be productive this year. i plan to raise six chocobos and get them to rank s. i plan to get cloud's ultima weapon. that means i'll have to get cloud, tifa and vincent to at least a decent level 75 before hunting down the weapons. that'll also mean i have to get all their final limit breaks (well, i do have all the final limit breaks now, except cloud's). with all this work, i may be able to spawn another bahamut materia! XD maybe, if i'm dedicated enough, i might get to battle sephiroth before school starts again. i have a full summer ahead of me; i've no time for silly reviews or workshops. FINAL FANTASY 7 is calling me! XD

...and this means i have one school year left in high school. this means i'll have to go to college soon. this means i'll turn 20 after four years. and this means someone may or may not visit me in four years. but i hope he will. he will, he will. think positive. =D

I was instructed to write a top 10 list about anything for Journalism class. Thinking about a topic gave me a hard time being creative. This is because when you give someone a specific topic to write about; the writer has a chance to be more creative and thoughtful about what he or she might write. He or she may incorporate the topic to his or her own experiences and interests, which opens the door for creativity and originality. If you give a writer the “privilege” of writing about any topic he or she chooses, there’s more probability that you get an article about overrated topics, especially when the writer is a high school student with raging hormones and all.

Anyway, back to our regular programming. As I was pondering on what to make a top 10 list on, I made a list on what I may write a list about. Guess what? I wrote down exactly ten topics. So I decided to make a list about ten condensed ideas which will soon be divided into ten individual ideas, ranking them from okay to ingenious. Here we go:

 

Top 10 Things I Want To Make Top 10 Lists About

 

10. The 10 best Magic: The Gathering cards I’ve seen in my entire life. This would be interesting enough, if every person in the world played this game. I don’t think everyone could relate to this, so maybe I’ll just keep this list to myself.

 

9. The 10 things I like the least. Oh, this’ll be quite fun. Maybe I’d be able to fill three or four pages of pure unadulterated ranting if I had the chance to do this.

8. The top 10 things I usually do when I get bored. One is sleeping; another is drawing GIR, the cutely crazy robot from Invader Zim who occasionally wears a green dog suit.

 

7. The 10 songs most frequently played by Dani California, my iPod. Yes, if you wondered who Dani California is while reading my previous blog entry, she’s my iPod. I named my iPod Dani California, after that Red Hot Chili Peppers song. I skip or repeat a lot of songs when I let her sing to me, and I want to know which songs I actually get to listen to the most. I don’t know how to gather this data yet, though.

 

6. The 10 best teachers/mentors I’ve ever met. Of course, the person to top this list would be my mom.

 

5. The 10 things I want to be when I grow up. This includes me being a chemist, a famous guitarist, or a professional Magic: The Gathering player.  This reminds me of a friend of mine who wants to be a Roman emperor when he grows up.

 

4. My 10 most favorite guitar heroes of all time. Of course, Steve Vai and Joe Satriani make the list. Maybe I’ll include Jolo Villanueva and Mark Valenzuela.

 

3. My 10 most favorite songs of all time. I bet you haven’t noticed the fact that I love music. Don’t be surprised when I post this list and you see that more than half of the list consists of instrumental rock.

 

2. The 10 things I want to do before I die. It’s always fun to make a bucket list and realize your goals and dreams.

 

            1. The 10 impossible things I want to do before I die. This is like the previous list, only more fun and, well, impossible. The list would include me having an immortal Siberian husky puppy that’ll stay cute forever and the widest vocal range in the world so that I can sing anything from death growls to opera.