the rain works from 9 to 5

it's been raining nonstop which leads to speculations that there may be cancellation of classes tomorrow. if only fagum does the right thing. if not, then he'll be hearing from me. and the rest of diomampolution. because we're that damn good.

new layout. yet again!!! ha!

this one didn't really need that much work. what slightly irritated me was the coding. it's hard to pinpoint coordinates. really.

r-e-s-o-u-r-c-e-f-u-l-n-e-s-s

when you have two pieces of 1/8 illustration board and you're required to have a 1/4, what do you do? here's what i did:

-took the two pieces and the draft
-wrote all words
-drew all necessary illustrations (those clouds coincidentally look like food)
-ipagpantay
-tape both pieces in the middle in the back
-tape some more

and you've got yourself an [unstable] piece of illustration board.

okay, i'll drop it now

mayee: i'll have to plug you first now and just link you tomorrow na lang. sorry i forgot about you. PLUG PLUG PLUG

is it just me, or is something wrong with my coding?

is it only me who can see the sidebar (which is supposed to be on the left of the blog) beside the rightmost one?

anyway, on to a topic.

i know you've been asked this question so many times, but...

...what do you see yourself doing when you grow up? will you be a dishwasher in some shantytown in ermita? will you be a successful businessman/woman and travel in business trips? will you be a famous pop icon (actor, musician, baller, whatever) and be a player? will you be a teacher? will you be plain filthy rich? or will you be doing something you love and not something you were actually forced to do?

i'll be playing top-level magic or be designing a frigging video game when i grow up. playing top-level magic actually has its fat monetary rewards. :P and you get to play with the best of the best. (all hail kai budde)

i'll just drop this for now

it's amazing how yahoo's doodle IMvironment reduces your artistic skill to the level of the scribbles of babies and 3-year-olds. :P

new brand-spanking layout.

finally. a new layout done in its entirety on my own. (well. almost.)

i feel like one day of the long weekend has already been used up and wasted due to practice yesterday, and another will be used up and wasted due to practice tomorrow. (at least di ako barok tulad ng ibang tao dyan. JOKE!!!)

anyway, i've got to go now. see you all later.

nye

there's a sad fairy tale i have to share

once upon a november in the dlsz fair grounds, while all the happy little high school were running around brandishing their belts, there was this person who was caught. i should probably say that this person was probably requested without any bail. and we should probably know what happened there.

problem is, that person's [militaristic, they say] dad came to kick some stuff he calls sense to them catchers. and that particular catcher's dad also came to defend his charge. then the testosterone heats up, the atmosphere becomes surprisingly similar to that of the squared circle's, and finally culminates in a [rumored] fistfight.

and now they say that all catchers will be thrown into Gehenna next year, where they shall mourn and grind their teeth. [implicit message: no-more-booths]

but hey, we'll never know because we're just grains of truth. and i just got that from my tita delia.

but can i really?

i haven't been maniacally ranting about love for a while now. maybe because some will just scoff, some will just tease, and some will probably pester me further into telling who the maiden is. they say that letting out all that pent-up emotion building around your head is good for you. but when i'm motivated and about to type without looking at the keyboard, i find that i can't twist the emotion into words.

singit: i almost forgot!

hooray for the orchestra. (JACKIE LIBRE MO KAMI SA GIANT SLIDE!!! LAST DAY NA BUKAS!!!) congrats to the successful (imo) concert and i'd like to remind you all that we'll be having another concert this december. i just don't remember exactly what day it was on. shoot.

going back

okay, i'll try to twist whatever emotion is in me right now.

it's not wrong to just dream about love. especially when you're being cocky and calling her yours when you talk to other people. (julian, you perfectly know very well what i'm talking about) but what if you have enough foresight, may it be true or false, that you predict your chances with someone? is giving yourself a 75% chance and calling her yours so wrong?

did i just make any sense to you?

i'm probably feeling some euphoria filled with a slight drop of disappointment and regret. the brain is the bartender of the body. like that made any sense too. i want to proclaim "i love you" but people will just scoff and ask me, "that's probably infatuation. get real." ah. procrastination. screw you.

* **** *** ** ********** *** ******* * ****** **** ***.

mayee: do you know how many processes my powerpoint has to go through just to gather up clip art?

i'm trying to do the happy powerpoint presentation, and my powerpoint has to go through painstaking processes just to give me pics i can use. lol.

isn't it amazing how i think of you to lull myself to sleep but never dream about you, and when i wake up you're the first name that enters my mind?

the fair so far

fun fairs form from... screw alliteration.

so far so good.

my skin is still virgin. not.

-before i get anything else in-

i just got smackdown vs. raw (thanks hans!) and after exploring it i did say "wow", not from positive awe but from slightly disappointing awe. look at the season mode; i can't change superstars without deleting all accomplishments. i can't modify the franchises. damn, there are only two belts for each show. the create-a-wrestler mode is far less terrific than it was on hctp.

but hey, i still got a kick out of it. ooh chavo! *tan tan tan...*

-now that's out of the way-

congrats Sophomore-C and -F for bagging 1st and 3rd titles, respectively. joann was right, we are the batch to beat. (third place kami [S-B] eh. grr. grr.)

earlier today, me and hans went in the gs singing idol competition in the cpa. number 11 was already doing fine until her voice cracked somewhere near the end of her song. sorreh. and then broken vow bagged first place.

thank you hans for your gatorade. without it my skin would've been devirginized by now. and i don't want that to happen.

i spent 150 (borrowing 50 from leiron and 2 from dom) and got untaidake. what a waste. then i was penniless, relying on hans's food stash. (how parasitic of me.)

please watch our concert. please watch our concert. please watch our concert. please watch our concert. please watch our concert. please watch our concert.

poll: is legolas confused, or just plain gay? tell us!

imay ay igpay atinlay

imay ay igpay atinlay

orrayhay, itsay thay oundationfay eekway!!! orrayhay!

imay tillsay orkingway onay myay ewnay ayoutlay. imay ustjay ownloadingday thay icturespay i eednay. itay illway eturnray ootay myay amingay ootsray. yway? ecausebay.

ohay myay oshgay!!! myay enrollmentay urveysay etterlay isay issingmay!!! ack--ay!!!

mmmhay.

itsay ootay oremay aysday ootay ogay untilay thay airfay eginsbay. iay wearsay hathay thay airfay ashay reptcay upay onay meay. iay idn'tday oticenay thathay itay asway omingcay. ownay itsay erehay, anday eway avehay ay oncertcay. iay urgay ooyay ootay atchway itay. leasepay!!! leasepay!!! leaspay atchway ouray oncertcay!!!

eyhey...inosay agpapahulimay asay inyoay?

oodbyegay!!! eesay ooyay allay omorrowtay!

hold up! this is...

...just a temporary layout. i'll be making a layout myself and this is just a placeholder.

i just won't know how long it'll take me to actually craft a layout to put in blogger. i see a challenge.

okay, bye. have a nice friday

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today's preview card

today's preview card:



enjoy!

hmmm!!!!

magandang gabi sa inyong lahat. ako'y magdidikta sa wikang Filipino ngayon. (paalala lamang na galit pa rin ako kay mama kahit papano.)

isang presentasyon

sa araw na ito, kaming mga taga-ikalawang taon sa mataas na paaralan ay nakinig sa isang presentasyon ng isang sikolohiyo na kung parang 'koboy' magsalita. (paalala: sinabi ni fagum na mula noong tayo ay nagsimula ng mataas na paaralan ay sinasabi na niya sa atin na tayo ay may karapatan na tumanggi. kaya paalala lamang na kung kahit sinong lalaking igagahasa niya ay may karapatan na tumanggi. ha! ha! ha!)

sinabi ng sikolohiyo na masama ang alam-mo-na dahil ito'y nakakasira ng iyong kinabukasan. at para maiwasan ang alam-mo-na ay umiwas sa mga sitwasyon na tamang pang-alam-mo-na (kunwari madidilim na kwarto kasama ang isang babae). ako'y napag-isip. "hindi ako pupunta sa bahay ni dianne ng mag-isa lamang."

iwasan rin daw ang magsuot ng mga damit na konti lang ang tinatakpan sa iyong katawan. *ubo*giselle*ubo*

ang D

di raw pareho ang k'wento nila sa amin. ha. maniwala nga ako sa inyo. nye-nye.

ang mga pagsusulit kangina

kangina ay kumuha kami ng mga pagsusulit na tumagal ng isang buong umaga. (nainis nga ako at kinuhanan kami ng oras para sa kompyuter. leche.) kami ay tawang-tawa (tawa lang) dahil sa mga maraming p'wedeng piliin na mga trabaho. (kunwari. 'hairdresser' at 'beautician'. o baka sakali, 'education administrator', o mga tinatawag na prinsipal. ay! mga bakla lang!)

baka naman gusto mo:
-magmaneho ng malaking makina sa isang pagawaan
-dumisenyo ng kotse
-ipakita sa mga tao ang iba't-ibang lugar
-gumamot ng isang baling paa
-lumaban sa digmaan (aba!)

dito na nga ako magtatapos.

o s'ya, dito na ako magtatapos. teka lang, mayroon akong ipapagawa sa'yo! kung kaya mong isalin lahat ng dinikta ko ngayon sa wikang Inggles (Ingh-gles, hindi Ingels) at isumite sa akin, bibigyan kita ng maraming maraming pera! ikaw na bahala sa dami ng pera na ibibigay ko sa'yo.

o, diba?

(akala n'yo si mama lamang ang makata dito.)

viva la raza! =))

Viva la raza!

Lol. See you all tomorrow.

WooHoo

i have more screenshots for you later. when i mean later, i mean when photobucket lets me sign up. and that's two hours away. :P

[edit]

no. no. no. NOOOOOOOOOOO!

mayee, leiron, hans, anna, please read joe's latest blog entry very very well.

fine. then we'll just have to be that damn good.

[edit 2]

TOP 10 REASONS TO DATE A MTG PLAYER
1. Women are amazed that we use the word "priority" so often.
2. We have no preconceptions of kissing, having sex or doing things with girls, so you can train us the way you like.
3. You don't have to put up with our friends, we don't have any!
4. A magic player is usually good with their "hands"....
5. He'll always ask 'okay?' after he says something, to make sure you don't want to counter.
6. They always announce when you're going to the next phase of the relationship.
7. (Insert a random joke about how they want to 'tap it')
8. Some are known to be good with the weenie rush.
9. Others like complete control.
10. When he says that he 'pumped' someone like Serra or Jeska, you know he's not cheating on you.

may i just quickly point out that number 3 isn't always true. we have those geeks, but i'm not one of them.

bear with me on this one ;)

hi, it's me, raksha again, and while spelunking around in morrowind i took some photos of my vacation. just hover around them for those well-loved captions:














now if only i can find those postcards that read wish you were here -- morrowind.

on the way down, i saw you, and you saved me from myself

i just found out that i couldn't squeeze our powerpoint presentation to a single pathetic floppy disk. thus, i have to e-mail it to myself and open it in my mom's PC so that i may burn it properly. whoo! *ric flair style*

explain properly how you deep-fry cookies.

we did so, we tried to do so, we got it done. because the vanilla wasn't added unintenionally (we tried to follow the pillsbury doughboy, but decided not to...paos kasi eh.), the cookies tasted bland (but i enjoyed them. sort of. and the empanada did taste unusual.)

and mayee, your smoothie made me and dianne sick in the stomach. i actually had to go to the bathroom at dismissal. (oh. did i say that out loud?)

wasn't that romeo? *shrugs*

balthazar observes the burial of juliet, takes off, and overtakes friar john.

balthazar tells romeo the news, and takes off with his amazing home-brewn one-hit KO poison potion concoction.

and they overtake friar john on the way to verona.

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ha! i now look shiny.

i'll just shut up now and blog later. :P

hooray for this card:

Spellborn Golem - 4
Artifact Creature

Imprint - When Spellborn Golem comes into play, remove a card in your hand from the game face down.

When Spellborn Golem is put into a graveyard from play, turn the imprinted card face up. If it is an instant or sorcery card, put it on the stack.

why? because it's my entry, and it's now the card of the week.

tune in later for more delusional adventures in morrowind ;)

i'm finally back in reality

i'm starting to hate my isp (okay, i've been pretty cool with it, but now i'm rather angry with it) because it has monthly periods. that's right. it disconnects itself when it's lucky every month, leaving me 2-4 days before it recovers and i can connect again. now i'm back...on prepaid (MAN THIS IS SO PATHETIC.)

meanwhile i shall delve into my own world, starting...now:

-- ENTER IMAGINARY DYSFUNCTIONAL MEDIEVALISH WORLD --

Hi, my name is Raksha, and I'm a Khajiit, which is Morrowind-speak for Leonin. Yes, I'm a cat-man, and I can't wear shoes because I have little furry feet that needs a manicure and a...err...I'm not into those parlor stuff. Anyway, the people around tell me (I have the traditional RPG-hero amnesia) that I was previously a prisoner, and the emperor Uriel Septim the...uhh...VII ordered my release.

So I talk to this Dark Elf when I awaken, and he's called Jolo, (well, no. he's actually named Jiub), and he says we're on this happy little prison ship. Once we land on Seyda Neen (hey, that's a town, fyi) this guy asks me where I'm from. I guess the more accurate question is what race I am. I'm a Caucasian Khajiit, and I tweak myself so I look like a lion whose mane was sheared against its will.

I proceed and enter the Customs and Excise building, and I talk to Mr. Friar about my job. I register myself as Skyhunter, with a focus on combat, long blade, athletics, and medium armor. I now pick up the letter of release, and I proceed upstairs and take everything from the table and cabinets to sell later. (I am an evil Khajiit. Well, just a poor one.) I also take the dagger so I have a nice little weapon.

Anyway I go talk to Sellus Gravius, the nearest centurion who will release me. I meet this elfish-human named Fargoth, and I give him back the ring I found in a barrel inside Customs and Excise. And now he says I'm his favorite friend. I run catlike very far away from him, shocked at his statement, for fear that I might become his favorite plaything soon.

I walk to the nearest store and sell all the stuff I stole...I mean, borrowed and bought myself some new duds, a longsword, and a shield. I now look for the silt strider to take me to Balmora where I must find this guy called Casius Cosades. Up and away!

-- END IMAGINARY DYSFUNCTIONAL MEDIEVALISH WORLD --

NO!!! I HAVE PIMPLE!!! ARGH!!! ARGH!!! stupid high school sitcoms. they really get you going about your looks.

PIMPLE!!!

-EDIT-

dragon_flip24: jam
jam_onl1ne: romeo
dragon_flip24: jam
jam_onl1ne: romeo
dragon_flip24: jam
jam_onl1ne: romeo
dragon_flip24: jam
jam_onl1ne: romeo
dragon_flip24: jam
jam_onl1ne: romeo
dragon_flip24: jam
jam_onl1ne: romeo
dragon_flip24: jam
jam_onl1ne: romeo
dragon_flip24: jam
jam_onl1ne: romeo
dragon_flip24: jam
dragon_flip24: did i make you crack?
jam_onl1ne: romeo
jam_onl1ne: no
jam_onl1ne: you cracked first
dragon_flip24: dammit!

it is proven by Mr. Hayden Christensen that Jedi mind tricks only work on weak minds. (hi leiron.)

just bitching around.

no, i won't even bother censoring the title. in this post, you will only be on two sides, and it's either on the "agree" side or on the "disagree" side.

first off

okay, i love the sembreak idea. no classes, no school, no canteen food (okay, i prefer the canteen food over most of what my mom cooks...sometimes), but oh no.

it started last monday during chem. sir lasap was making a list of things to do when we all read, IP: Preliminary Experiment. Progress report to be submitted Monday, November 8. i thought it was just that, and nothing else.

and then over the week the teachers begin flinging abnormal homeworks our way. and then i thought, this is all fagum's fault. this is all fagum's fault.
this is all fagum's fucking fault.

note: if you want to leave and quit reading, be my guest.

the progenitor

note #2: i will no longer hesitate to show any signs of pacifism. it's rants like these that gives this blog its purpose, and i will unleash it now. i sincerely do not give a damn whether the gay master himself who moonlights as our principal is actually reading this.

you, good madam, have been on my nerves for too long now. i go to yfc camp, hoping for a good time. but no, you just had to go there. i was on my toes, trying to avoid you. wait, let me rewind. last year, you snuck up on me in a supermarket. i was petrified by fear and i was staring at your teeth. i could not believe that this goody-goody principal of ours actually smoked. you, good lady, smoke, and it shows in your teeth.

anyway, you always spoiled our fun for us. you had the nerve to say in a rather annoying light-hearted tone that our break wasn't a break at all, but some scary mutation of home study. and you say that "it's not a break at all, since you will be given homework by your respective teachers." i wish you fall off a rollercoaster and break every bone in your body, because you're probably adopted and your parents don't even love you.

i know, i screwed that off of dodgeball.

i'll also somewhat rip carlito caribbean cool off when i say, i spit in the face of people who don't want to be straight.

now, back to making fun of people

"by the way, i heard you had an LQ with ms. T.H.E."
- Dravicky

honestly, you look like the virgin mother of J.P. Arcilla. you both look awfully ugly. you both awfully look like flies, but then cappy will be the ultimate parasite to ever walk the earth, so thank God you don't get that title, Mr. Arcilla. pack your stupid fly bags and go live in chettyville where you will drink choco marble or non-fat smoothies and eat dip-fried mini cookies or empanada for the rest of your sad life. or maybe some pizza with raisins.

note: i sincerely thank the people who are reading up to this point and not feeling offended with what i say.

chetty, i have no doubts as to why you are still single.

our love-hate relationship with mama

"mama" is not referring to my biological mother. "mama" is some sick sadistic bitch with a giant ass and a knack for making her underlings suffer. honestly, i think sir lasap is trapped in mama's spider web. to borrow the term from i-spy, papa has been booty-blinded.

sometimes, mama is just happy-go-lucky. she is sometimes light-hearted, and sometimes i feel she picks on me. i mean, come on. she likes to pick on me because she deems me as someone bound to break her rules, ever since that incident with the paper. well, guess what, you can't see me.

honestly. she picks on me. i don't say this just because i hate her.

i say it because i loathe her, and that abnormously gigantic ass.

okay, maybe you've had enough.

i'm going to stop here, and to those who've tolerated my words up top, i congratulate you.

and to those who are aforementioned above, i only have five words for you.

you can't see me, homie.

sure, you're up top, you're angry about it, but what are you gonna do? you don't host this space on your pathetic la salle network. you don't own this webspace. the point is, i can say whatever i want, and you can't do a thing about it. no, nothing. you can't do anything about it.

if you have a problem with it, you can take it up with me when i arrive at school. sisibatin ko kayo. now translate that into english, and you'll become familiar with it.

and now, my final sorry

to those who are not mentioned but affected, i'm really sorry because this is just mere pent-up aggression built up over time, over assemblies, over fagum saying "ok?" in his oh-so-gay tone, over the times where mama would just be so damn sadistic, over the times when authority seems to abuse their...uhh...authority.

please feel free to pacify me through your comments. i know you want to, and i'll appreciate it. ;)