it's fun to walk outside

it's that time of year again when there's a long period of time off school, and there is enough bullshit to do. the bullshit in question is lazing here at home and doing lots and lots of homework. *sigh*. well, at least for one week, i won't see chetty's handsome face. <-- you do get the joke, right?

it's also an opportune time (man, it's been so long since i said that anywhere.) for a [humorously] long blog. other blogs are as long as harry potter but they don't have any substance whatsoever.

earlier today (my, how time flies when you're waiting for an opponent) i went out and took a stroll to the nearest mcdonald's. i instinctively tried my best not to look like i was from a private school somewhere far far away (do take note that i am walking through my rather low-class but wonderful village), but on my way back with a take-out from mcdonald's gave me away. i did like the feeling of the [summer-autumn] sun on my back and the sight of the trees once more. kulang na lang mag-bike ako ulit. after buying my lunch, i went to the barber shop to get my head shaved. JUST KIDDING!

the sunlight is shining strong today. there is no wind (i think.) dapat pala pumunta ako sa pinakamalapit na counterstrikean. like the old days.

wait. i shall fetch the happy little rant notebook and archive the recent lazaap quotes. btw, did i mention that fagum has observed our class on two separate days this week?

anyway. yes. the lazaaap quotes. (we're gonna need a new rant notebook soon.)

"Ayoko na magdrawing!" - after he tried to draw two atoms on the board, which look like you-know-what.

i don't get it. where are the lazaap quotes in our notebook? did we miss something here?

"Your algebra is lost in oblivion." - afterwhich chem and algebra probably contradicted.

"Pissed off? Pissed in? Pissed at?" - referring to any product that is made by a company, then duplicated by another company. ata. he was saying that the first company will be pissed out. mayee, come confirm this.

those are the only quotes i can find in our notebook.

i might be going to town tomorrow and not going trick-or-treating. asha's mom thinks halloween is a demonic celebration, which is just plain stupid. maybe there's no halloween in korea. maybe it's just really sad.

and what is the difference between proving and verification?

that's not real to me

bullshit dinners and the free champagne,
men in suits who think they know it all
no one knows me but they know my name
that's not real to me

hotel lobby to the aeroplane
another country but they start to look the same
watch the world behind a window pane,
that's not real to me

when i see my babies run
when all the madness has been and gone,
i'll raise my family and live in peace
now that's what's real to me,
real to me

dying flowers in the dressing room
a dangerous time to let your head make up its own mind
got me thinking that the spirit's flown
that's not real to me

when i see my babies run
when all the madness has been and gone,
i'll raise my family and live in peace
now that's what's real to me

picnics in the garden
and the children, they can play
the first day of the summer
and i laze here all the day
then we'll invite the family round
and drink some english tea
then i raise up my finger and
watch football on tv

yeah, that's what's real to me

when i see my babies run
when the madness has been and gone
i'll raise my family and live in peace
now that's what's real to me
real to me

wake up you might be dreaming,
wake up you might be dreaming now

so true. a testament that fame is not always an easy ride.

we are a breast-feeding hospital

forgive the blog title. my grandma's in the hospital coz she broke her hip, and that sign up there was the first thing i saw once i entered the hospital. now, read on.

there's always that one person who'll most of the time have your heart, then you never see it coming since you're blinded hereafter. (yes, hereafter. :D) we're probably never meant for each other, and it's not so obvious. :P

do you remember girl, you were the one who gave me my first kiss? do you remember girl, you were the one who said put your lips like this? (ok, not really. on the cheek, actually) i'm sorry to have overlooked you before.

it started when we were young and i was yours. i'm gone now, and i don't know if you still remember me. even though we used to argue it's alright ;) and it's obvious that it's been a long time we saw each other. you were probably in [puppy] love with me when we were young and i was yours. i don't know if from time to time you still feel like, and there's probably some other guy in your life. then you're still my boo :P

and i still remember girl that after you kissed, i could only think about that moment. after that moment i was wondering why, and it's really pretty obvious now that it's just part of our past and you've forgotten about it already. but you're still my boo :P

-line break-

wasn't that revealing? lol.

mayee :: katrina!!! lolz.

a warrior's chronicle

--the following blog entry may only be understood by people who have played a good RPG or two.--

hi. my name is...uhh...i forgot my name. it's either the player forgot it or the developers didn't make me one. or, the typical rpg-hero amnesia most of us come with. anyway, i'm a warrior. living in my mom's house. i start with absolutely no weapon at all, and my mom tells me to get a job and move my bum ass out of her house. anyway, i must go to the happy castle of gwyfold and ask the king to make use of my warriorrific abilities.

i don't remember where i get my sword, but i do know that my amazing 180 degree slash ability is innate. anyway, i meet happy little green...things on the road to gwyfold and i slash them with my sword. out of all the slashing i collect 8 gold on the way. i arrive at the castle and talk to the soilder. he says,

"Its weird. Monsters are gathering lately."

so i go inside, and talk to the commander -- whatever rank he was. he tells me to go to the town of norwille and meet up with his man named gohar. so i walk all the way south, while slashing the mean little green things, and reach the town. i walk around until i finally find his house, and meet some townspeople to give me quests. gohar tells me to make myself useful around norwille.

so i walk east and find two things: a cave and a harbor. the harbor is literally empty so i walk to the cave. i find that there are other areas separated by walls so i begin to slash little white monster-thingies. finding no way to reach the separated areas, i walk out of the cave and walk east to find a man wanting a toll fee to pass his frigging bridge! so i collect at least 500 gold and every hundred gold i go back to toll guy and still there is not enough money to satisfy him. jerk. so i try to bash some skeletons (oh. so that's what they are) around in that cave, and out of sheer desperation, i bang myself on the walls. from the continuous banging i hit a switch and those separated areas become magically accessible! so i learn that little circle thingies on walls are actually switches. gawd.

so i free the townsman's wife, and now gohar has a job for me; to sail across the sea on his (rather) large boat. gohar tells me to go to darksyth castle and ask the king for some kingly quests to give me. due to my usual rpg hero-ish amnesia i don't seem to remember that kingly quest but once my job is done in darksyth i meet an old man outside who is an actual merchant of secrets! for 30 gold he gets to tell me a half-true fact.

once i get back to norwille, i quickly learn that the king i've just worked for has been kidnapped! *cue thrilling music* so i quickly go to gohar, who tells me to meet up with his best soilder, who is named...bohar. (honestly.) he is on the rocky fields somewhere outside gwyfold, and i've gotta move my bum ass over there. first, there's this soilder blocking the way, and i get rid of him by talking once more to gohar. so i move on and find bohar seemingly unharmed amidst of happy little ogre-things wandering around him. he tells me that all his men have been eliminated by the ogre-things and he is now dying, even though we both know that i can kill the ogre-things with one attack from my 180-degree sword slash ability power. so, he dies on the spot, leaving me with a stinky corpse and his sword. (come on, even with my little rusty lopez here i can smack anyone in one hit.) i go back to gohar and tell him about...er...bohar's death.

old gohar says that with bohar's sword, i am nearly unstoppable. i realize that the old coot must be ignorant since i've earned 600+ gold with my rusty little knife and my ability to swing in complete 180 degrees. my master now turns off the game on his phone and leaves me to sit down, wondering what i really want to do with my life.

--done!--

hey. i have a boo! =))

boring. boring. boring. b-o-r-i-n-g.

life, where have you been? friends, where are you? why leave me to my house rotting? why are you not plugged into the wondrous world we all call the internet? why do you leave me here stuck?

fine.

to get my creativity going, i'm going to make a new layout. and with this new layout i would like to address some people.

rod: walang music.

mayee: the image will be smaller.

julian: add some substance to your blog.

leiron: i've made a manny pacquiao "wrestler" in smackdown!. technically, he does nothing but punch, but he can also do a running kick. but still, his hands are somewhat full. his trunks are rather oversized.

seva: you will be the victim.

and to anyone who is good enough to buy me a copy of Mortal Kombat: Deception, i'll be your best friend/love you till the bottom of my heart/whichever comes first. (don't worry, i'll give you money to buy it for me. i rarely go out these days.)

i have to get back on smackdown and play with manny pacquiao!! let me play!! let me play!! get off the f***ing ps2 and let me play!!!

lol. i'm sorry if i'm currently acting like a deprived and abused child. (take a hike, fagum.) it's just so boring and lifeless, i feel it's my obligation to...uhh...i don't really know.

MORTAL KOMBAT: DECEPTION!!!!!! (Hey, it's got Nightwolf. Lemme! Lemme!)

I will kiss any person who will give me a set of Chrome Moxes.

hi. i'm experiment number 627.

it's lilo and stitch mania on disney, and i'm in. :P just let me brew myself a glass of dalandan iced tea and then i'm watching. the packet says "100% RDA of vitamin c." para di tayo ma-scurvy. if we get scurvy chetty will give us a -10. sa card.

anyway, me and rod have been trading f4 mp3s. sana mahulugan tayo ng meteor rain.

no one -- except dianne -- is online. i'm waiting for rod then i'll challenge him to a chk sealed deck game.

I WANT MORTAL KOMBAT DECEPTION! LIU KANG LIVES!!!!!!

LIU KANG! LIU KANG! LIU KANG! WOOHOO!!!

when two games just aren't the same ;)

before i forget

once club was over we usually store our instruments back upstairs in the violin room. (it's a violin room, yes, but we, the orchestra/band, use it. so do the jammers.) and we go in and hear some freshman try to sing she will be loved in his forced falsetto. and it smelled like medicine inside. so i try my best to store the things as fast as i could and once i got out i was relieved to not hear his voice.

pilit talaga eh. can't he try harder to breathe? it's lower.

back to the topic.

when two games just aren't the same :P

right now i'm talking to jam and i'm telling her that i couldn't beat affinity (a.k.a. rod's deck) because of its initial speed. the speed of its explosive draws and its overwhelming board position. the outlets that can be shut down with a matrix.

anyway, i tell her that it's the speed that i can't catch up with, and then, oh, the ideas she gives me. *warning: slight magic-speak coming up*

- i need to build on my endurance then build up my speed.
that would be fine but the so-called endurance you speak of (i.e. steel wall) was already used by someone else (i.e. janvit) and it never worked. he was overrun by fire, not by flesh. maybe this works for swimming, but not for my deck. :P

- i need to draw the right cards.
if only that were easier done than said. in magic there are five colors: red, blue, black, white and green. i'm playing red, and rod plays steel with a mix of blue, black, and red. if you wanna draw the right cards all the time then blue is the way to go. unfortunately and obviously, red plays with fire. and then we need to rely on non-red things to do our drawing for us. like, sensei's divining top. once more, drawing the right cards is easier said than done. (hi enlightened tutor.)

- we'll need a little bit of luck.
of course. in this game, everyone needs a bit of luck. unless you do luck's job for him. (hello future sight, scry, long-term plans, parallel thoughts, index, second sight, etc, etc.)

so obviously, me and jam are both thinking in two different worlds. :P there's also something called aggressive, combo, and control. but i'll go into those some other time when my audience actually understands what i'm talking about.

Nurse: "Milady, she's dead! Juliet's dead! She's f***ing dead!"

why i don't like cocky idiots.

1. they're usually stupid.
2. papansin sila.
3. they're so bigheaded they can't see where they're going.
4. papansin sila.
5. they make promises they don't usually keep.
6. papansin sila.
7. they're rude.
8. they think with their mouth. < -- proven.
9. they're thick-faced.
10. they think they are the world, but one spear will just bring them down.

anyway

we had our first romeo and juliet practice yesterday and i must say for the first time to see it it was already good in itself. maybe it was the stellar cast, or the scriptwriter. *ahem.* or the script. or the director. *hi hans* or maybe all. or the gatorade we're going to use as poison. anyway, we will be the best.

we will rule. we will be bonggalicious. according to hans, that is.

please, forgive my eyebags.

today my eyebags were..um..what's the adjective for it? shall we say, baggier than they usually are. i couldn't get myself to sleep last night. i felt the fatigue in my bones but whenever my eyes flap down my free-willing imagination quickly drives it back up.

maybe, it was because of last night's nip/tuck episode. maybe.

it's probably that talking cadaver's head's fault. although her intentions weren't scary, it freaked me out when the cadaver (dictionary definition: dead body. corpse.) said "ouch!" while dr. mcnamara was giving her a rhinoplasty or something.

sean: "what did your head die of?"
christian: "heart attack. you?"
sean: "killed herself."
christian: "hey, wanna switch heads? mine is a midget and it's hard to operate on her with my big hands."

plastic surgeons. they're such a blast.

so after that, i couldn't sleep. something (...or someone unseen. joke.) kept me up last night and i only considered it a miracle when somehow, i drifted off to dreamland. then, i woke up early this morning (hey, it's a jazzy monday) and on my way to the shower i noticed big black patches below my eyes!!! *gasp*

(i was used to seeing my face normal as it should be.)

and then i played with the skin below my eyes, and figured out by myself why they call it eyebags.

screw consciousness! sleep rules! :D

the science of musicology

all morning i was tuned in to mtv and myx while chatting, and i noticed a few things.

sum 41.

i miss their old sound. i miss their original hits in too deep, fat lip, and what we're all about. it's so disappointing that their second and third albums don't sound like the first. i miss the pool sequences of the in too deep video. i miss that song's guitar interlude.

bow wow.

jojo has a new single and it features bow wow. yeah, you read that right. BOW WOW. obviously the dawg isn't little anymore (i recall fondly watching like mike. hehehe) and his voice has deepened. :P

smart business move to omit the "little" from the "bow wow".

other stuff i did this morning :D

i argued (or tried to) with jam about the matters on my previous blog entry. apparently, i lost. (i know, i know, no winning.) so given that my goal in life is to design and bring to life a ground-breaking game in the near future (example: the Sims), that very goal is now the purpose of my existence. it's starting to make sense now, but two contradicting theories won't mix very well. (duh.)

i tried hunting for the love below cover for my next layout, but i couldn't find a large one. the farthest i can go is a small one. and a wallpaper.

the diannish nurse

"Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
The County Paris hath set up his rest
That you shall rest but little!"

- act four of romeo and juliet, scene 5

have to go. byebye!

"you are the prototype."

everything's gonna be alright. rock-a-bye. rock-a-bye.

oh my. it's been a blog-less week, and everyone has been looking for it, i presume. then again, it's been too busy, and no teacher assigned a research homework so i'm never online. mama is giving us an easy time this week with the Jose Rizal movies, and we had a twenty-five item-long check-up quiz. oh, mama. oh, papa. =))

anyway, my mind is blank = there is nothing to write about. someone said something that has been circulating in my mind right now, and to be honest it just might be folly. someone said hi to me, the first "hi" from her in a very long time. i'm depriving myself of the maiden, which means, i'm trying to forget her. actually i am in the process of forgetting her. my mind does not react anymore to her.

conversations with God

i've been reading the third one of the whole trilogy and i have to say, i've now erased all respect for religion. God says, through author Neal Donald Walsch, that the whole Christian faith was made up by some one/people and all of you believed it.

NDW: But wasn't it said that, "God said, vengeance is mine?"
God: I never said that. Someone made that up, and you all believed it.

And, something very fun:

God: There is no tomorrow, and there was no yesterday. There is only Now. The world is in the Eternal Moment of Now. You can not go to the time you call "tomorrow", you can only "be there".

And,

God: Where do you think your soul is?
NDW: Inside my body.
God: Your soul is actually not inside your body; it is the air that contains you. Everyone's souls are actually around them, so all souls are interconnected. But, there is only one soul. Your soul is everyone's, for everyone is you, a million yous individualized. And then, your soul is My soul. We are interconnected, we are all One.

Oooh. So everyone else is me, simply individualized.

Ever heard of HEBs?

better come back down to mars, girl quit chasing cars

hmmm..as i ponder on what to write next for my damned fil thingy, let me share an excerpt from it:

Hindi tulad sa mga ibang seksyon sa Ikalawang Taon, kami, ang seksyon namin, S-B, ay nagkaroon ng dalawang outreach. Ang unang outreach ay hindi natuloy dahil sa pagsuspend ng klase, pero noon ay nagkakakila-kilala kami bago umalis. Pag balik namin, hindi ako nagulat na kilala pa rin kami nila, dahil pagka-alis namin ay nagkakausap pa kami sa Friendster. Minsan sasabihin niya sakin, “Pepi, kailan kayo babalik?” At ang isasagot ko sa kanya ay, “Malapit na. Maghintay ka lang.”

NOTE: That's not Alan, you idiot. That's my foster bro.

now on to something else. please. thank you.

hmm. statistics (and testimonials) show that more people read FaculTV than I thought there would be at all. hmmm...maybe the overall expansion of FaculTV (you know, creating the scripts, shows, etc etc etc) earned me the job of making the Romeo and Juliet script for act IV. even if i am the leader, i have sort of given my responsibility to Hans, because he commands more presence since he is close to the teachers and able to recite the rosary in fluent Filipino with the exception of Hail Holy Queen. i even took some flak from miss ayen for laughing. (at the filipino rosary, that is)

And it's like...Everytime I turn around
I fall in love and find my heart face down
And where it lands is when it should
This time it's like
The two of us should probably start to fight
Cuz something's gotta go wrong
Cuz I'm feelin' way too damn good

- Feelin' Way Too Damn Good by Nickelback

Hmm. Major pluggage time. I don't do this so savor the moment. inhale. exhale. savor it. more. savor the moment. can you feel it? CAN YOU FEEL IT? lol. ok. pluggage:

Baby sis
Babiest sis
Posi
Rod
Jam
Julian
Leiron <-- HALAA!!! BAGONG MEMBER SA BLOG COMMUNITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lemme tell you that his blogging style is similar to julian's previous style, before i told him on how to improve the damn thing. still, i don't think anyone else can match my blog style. (kapal ko eh. but then, lemme see if you can handle two sites at the same time. hahahaha. kapal ko pa rin. *bow*)

until next time, cheat to win!

"there's something wrong in the cockpit." "what is it?" "well, it's a room back there full of buttons, but that's not important."

i realize now that i couldn't die at all, much less not be online, for people require my company. at least, some do. :P

anyway, there is a loose end on the previous blog entry. it seems that i have forgotten to add this little question at the end of the whole entry:

"what would you do if I died?"

to compliment the topic of the previous entry.

Lord Capulet: "You, ho! More torches in my bedroom!"

Sige shout out time.

Dianne, I hate you. And now I got your name right.

Rather short blog because now I have nothing to say. Well actually I do have something to say before I leave. I want you to know that I can not be online all the time, no matter how much I will it. (will it..oh no. nasheshakespeare na ko) I'm really sorry if you needed me when I wasn't there, and I promise I will make it up to you by becoming your vent sponge, your avid listener, whatever you want me to be when you need me.

Anyway, back to the question. What will you do if I died?

what would you do if someone close to you died?

what would you do if someone close to you died? hmm.. let's look at the possibilities.

-if my sister died, i would be very very depressed. really. i lost a sister. and i never had a sister before in my life. she is the first and best sister i've ever had. ever. :P and i'd go to her funeral.

-if rod died, i would be depressed at a loss of a really damn good friend and worthy magic opponent. i'd overlook the times he would tease me and think of the funny moments that we had. and of course, i'd go to his funeral.

-if leiron died, i would be really really really very very depressed since i have lost my best friend in the world whom i understand the most, whom i only can handle when he is wild, whom all the craziness he absorbs goes to me. i'd go to his funeral, and bring the whole family along. there goes a worthy yet unworthy cardflopper.

-if mayee died, i would be sad at the loss of a person that makes my life fun whenever it needs to be. i'd probably go to tita Florida and ask for the happy little rant notebook (lolz) so that i can keep it. and i'd go to her funeral, and probably hit fagum in her memory.

-if julian died, i would be very sad because this guy is one of the closest persons i know. marami kaming memz lolz, and he is the honorable leader of our neopets guild. i will be truly sorry for all the times i've fought and condescended him, and i would go to his funeral.

-if beshtie died, i would be very sad since even if i haven't known her for a long time yet, marami na kaming mems sa chat. :P all the times condescending surreal for his oblivious-ness, giving each other advice about maiden and surreal (respectively, of course), telling each other what we can do if maiden or surreal asked who maiden and surreal were (:P), and etc etc etc. i would go to her funeral even if it meant i had to look for the memorial park. :P

-if jam died, it'll be very saddening and depressing since i lost a good friend. when i told her about alan, she didn't tease me (unlike the others. lol) but told me to just laugh at it. you concluded correctly, jam, i really won't probably see him again for the rest of my life. thanks for listening to my venting on that one. i would go to her funeral of course, even if it meant looking for its location. :P

yan. consider that the testis i never gave you, all of you mentioned above.

sige special mention time.

diane, ever since the dressing rooms were established, you've been using the wrong one all this time. now comment. :P

hans, sino ba leader sa paris group? ikaw or ako? musical or role-play? come on...we have to meet sometime.

i bid thee farewell! :P

now you've listened to my story, here's the point that i have made. chicks will only give you fever; be it farenheit or centigrade.

here's my ten ways to know you're falling through the pavement. aka, ten ways to know you're really falling for someone. copyright pepseeh.

1. you think she goes online just to look for you while she does her homework. you think that she goes online just to seek your company, and when she doesn't find you, she will sign off shortly.

2. you think she's your "saving grace". you think this because you find that a chance encounter actually led you to win a game of Magic. but then again you never know. and yet you ne'er listen. :P

3. naging ksp ka na sa kanya. although she may not notice it, you find that you have to get her attention somehow, at least once, in one day. if you feel that she didn't notice you, you suddenly become depressed and think that you're going to hell. or something close.

4. you think she comforts you. you tell her your worst problems and she gives you a way to go around it. you go around thinking, "ooh. she cares."

5. you try to talk to her, but feel guilty for wasting her time. you find an excuse or a topic so that you can just talk to her, but deep down inside you fear that she might think that you're just actually wasting her time. but then she receives you warmly.

6. every encounter with her is a happy moment. even if it was just a simple wave of hi or an apir, you will consider it as a joyful moment and write it in that happy little rant notebook. *wink wink nudge nudge*posi*wink wink nudge nudge*

7. somehow, you just have to get in her way. this one is similar to number three, but somehow placing yourself in her walking path is a cunning ploy to get her attention.

three more left to go.

8. what's inside actually counted. instead of what the others go for in her (aka the looks), her ability to make you smile made you fall through the pavement. then again, her friends tell you that maybe it's just her.

9. you laugh, and she laughs with you. she laughs, and you laugh with her. once you laughs, she laughs. once she laughs, you laugh. you feel that there's some sort of synergy (or if you would prefer the word chemistry) going on between you two.

and, 10. you take big risks. you're taking a huge risk to tell her how you really feel, and you really never know if she will get the message or not. you take a big chance, and probably it can be worth something. we won't ever know, but that's the way life goes, joe.

agh. agh. agh. nyah. nyah. nyah.

my body is giving me hell, and i have no urge to eat or anything. my nose is clogged, my phlegm is bugging me, and my body is faltering a bit.

short blog lang since sir pats will let us go in a few minutes.

here's a short story:

In many European countries, your grade is entirely determined by a single final exam. At one prominent school, the philosophy test (to be graded out of 20 points) contained only one question: "What is risk?"Of all the papers graded, only one recieved a perfect 20. The student had written on the first page "This."The rest of the test booklet was blank.

Got that while surfing around in Brainburst. Apparently it was someone's siggy. :P

romeo loved juliet, juliet she felt the same. when he put his arms around her, he said, "juliet baby you are my flame. you give me fever."

ok i friggin seriously really damned have to go now, but i feel that i can sneak one blog entry in for tonight. that talumpatian was two hours long, and i really regret that we didn't dance in it. there was some confusion regarding the dance itself. hey, what we got was an amazing song by ms. ruiz and mama rogs to sir lasa--este, a very nice duet by two teachers in our batch.

the pleno brothers rule. =P

as for the magnificat, all we can say is that we were happily slumbering UNTIL that small kid began to sing. lucky for justin and the others, they were able to get back to sleep. but i, traumatized by the kid's pitch of voice, was not able to get back to sleep, and began to poke fun at the play itself.

*bright lights turn on*

me & justin: "the light...it burns!!! make it stop!!!"

me: "what's with that apple?"

justin: "god is scary. and he's wielding that staff."

me: "aren't they supposed to be naked or something?"

me: "the devils are gay."

justin: "there's supposed to be three of them. see, three temptations. there's the third one now."

ok i have to be going now. ohhh romeo. :P

amazing. it's green. like julian.

I'm sorry if some people couldn't find it; I did change URLs to pepseehcola.blogspot.com. I guess I should advertise it properly.

since i'm so bored and probably the only one online (agh. what a shame for me. be offline for more than eight hours then go online to find yourself alone), i'll blog once more then probably, when i'm done, someone i can actually talk to and interact with will go online. the ym toaster will display that. pleeeeease go online. please? please? please?

btw, i've forgotten to do this the first time. hi hans! (special request eh.)

anyway, it's just so boring. i wonder where everyone is, not being online or anything. i'm just stuck here in the house, and if my parents are home (and conscious) i'm restricted to being offline. it's so boring, i know. i have this urge to bike outside but i know it's a hassle to take the bike out from its rack. our dog is having a happy nap outside, and i want to do the same, but something's keeping me up. heck i even want to play outside but who will i be playing with? my cousin isn't even here to play in our ps2.

hmm...after grade 5, what was on our ps1s were smackdown 2 (fun! really!) and knockout kings (wooh!), and TONY HAWK 2 (best game of the series. ever.) then the summer after was abe's odyssey (and going out to buy halo-halo) and heck, tiger woods 2002 (or 2001...i don't remember at all.) after getting the ps2, tekken 4 was what kept going on the ps2 during christmas holiday. summer before freshmen year were two months full of shut your mouth (royal rumble is the best. ever.), ffx, and the coup de grace...vice city. ohhh yeah. i still remember my "city strolls" with the tank. if i'm not playing with the tank, i would turn on the weapons cheat and see how far in the wanted rating i can go before being arrested. (para-fbi's were all the rage back then.) it was also fun to see the cars blowing up while my tank just rolls by. also some late-night the sims on ps2. crazy taxi also. fun! now if only i could persuade my dad to move the ps2 from the den back into our room, so that i would actually give a damn to what is being played.

last summer it was ffx-2 (a bit), of course, here comes the pain (seasons would last 2-3 days), and fight night (boxing never seemed so smart before.). this summer i wouldn't care what was being played coz i'm usually holed up in the room chatting, because the ps2 was two rooms away. i miss the days when both the pc and the ps2 were holed up in the same room. i used to chat while running around the calm lands. and drinking mirinda.

if you haven't caught my drift yet what i'm basically saying is that i miss the old days. this summer i did have fun in the u.s., no doubt, but i think i would've had more fun if i stayed home. or something. during this school year, sometimes, i wish i was back in the u.s., going to our tita's house, going to the nearest costco, going back to universal (and heading for the bathroom after the jurassic park ride), chatting really late at night and/or waking up at say, 4 am just to chat because i know everyone else is online at that time (and bracing the cold of the morning), and stealing a blank cd to burn on. (i took some flak from my parents for that.) oh, and calling leiron from the grand canyon! (that cost my tita a good $70-something, but she wasn't the one to scold me.)

i'm sorry if my blog has become julianish. i'm just so bored and i feel that if i take a nap, i would be wasting a good sunlight-washed day. actually i am wasting it sitting in front of the pc.

i'll probably see you all tomorrow, where school is my liberation, and fagum is the ultimate irony of all of it.

nyah. nyah. nyah. nyah.

this has got to be the most boring weekend i've ever had. being offline for more than 8 hours feels like you're missing one of your limbs, and even when you do get online, you find that the thing that you're looking for online isn't there, only to reappear when you're done. (confusing?)

it was so boring (i couldn't get online because of a restraining order) that i had to flip through the yearbooks just to do something fun. that something fun was looking at the old pictures of the maiden. (teehee)

grade 2 yearbook - the "innocent" look. not the maiden i know now.

grade 4 yearbook - mmm...not as healthy as today...some flesh missing from the jawline. have i missed something here?

grade 6 yearbook - close to the one i know now but still, not quite. there's something wrong but i can't quite put my finger on it.

grade 7 yearbook - the closest replica of the masterpiece, it's the one i trust the most. (well...duh...it's the most recent one yet.)

i'll probably be back later, but i tell you not to count on it. the only sane person/s online is rod and denise, but then again, would you count rod as sane?