YOU BLEW IIIT!!!!!!

O.A. was commenced just minutes ago, but all plans were changed on the spot, and his own free will was shrouded with the darkness that hides within the perimeter. I even had to demoralize him to fight back his (temporarily) lost morale off and at the same time, fight for the success of O.A.... fight for the team.

I also had to personally help him. I had to contact other allies, but the aid was rejeced because I am an uknown leader of the team - only dfg467 was the leader whom they could identify.

And because of O.A. itself, his identity could become a bone-tickling one.

............

Bah.

............

AAAMMMBEEERRRRRR!!!!!!

Parokya Ni Edgar - Harana

Uso pa ba ang harana?
Marahil ikaw ay nagtataka
Sino ba 'tong mukhang gago?
Nagkandarapa sa pagkanta
At nasisintunado sa kaba

Mayro'n pang dalang mga rosas
Suot nama'y maong na kupas
At nariyan pa ang barkada
Na nakaporma't naka-barong
Sa awit na daig pang minus-one at sing-a-long

Puno ang langit ng bituin
At kay lamig pa ng hangin
Sa iyong tingin ako'y nababaliw, giliw
At sa awitin kong ito
Sana'y maibigan mo
Ibubuhos ko ang buong puso ko
Sa isang munting harana para sa 'yo

'Di ba't parang isang sine
Isang pelikulang romantiko
Hindi ba't ikaw ang bidang artista
At ako ang 'yong leading man
Sa istoryang nagwawakas
Sa pag-ibig na wagas

Puno ang langit ng bituin
At kay lamig pa ng hangin
Sa iyong tingin ako'y nababaliw, giliw
At sa awitin kong ito
Sana'y maibigan mo
Ibubuhos ko ang buong puso ko
Sa isang munting harana...

Para sa 'yo.

OO NGA ANO!!!

Kaya pala nag-fail ang O.A.! Dahil kay SRIMAVO BHANDARANAIKE!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAGHHH!!!!!!

ASAN NA YUNG MGA PICTURES NILAAA???!!! (mouse-over on the red-colored text)

(added four hours later)

AND INFOCOM IS FRIGGIN' SLOW!!! I EVEN HAD TO STOP I.E. FROM DOWNLOADING THE PICTURES, BUT NO, "INFOCOM - WARPSPEED" UNDERSTANDS THAT "WARPSPEED" IS SIMILAR TO A SNAIL AT IT'S NORMAL, SLOWPOKE PACE!!!!!!

Keep everything up, and I'll fill my entries with the html tag <font size=4>, or even size=5 in worse cases, and with not even a single lower-case character. (Are you happy, Sig? Pero hindi naman nakasulat sa mga entries si GEN eh.)

NIIIIIIYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

I've just discovered one of the most stupidest, most embarassing errors I have done in the world of English.

And it is located in the comments area on one of Ate Vig's blog entries.

DAMMIT, IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE "ORGY", IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE "CLERGY!!!"

I would like to thank Sig for informing me about that.

And I would like to apologize to Vig and to the other witnesses for freaking the pants (or shorts, whatever) (Korni, 'no?) out of her and them.

As if my names were used for LiveJournal accounts...

What a day... What a day...

At least I've finally decided what club I would join, thanks to Enzo's decision-making tradition: Flipping a coin. (well, not really a tradition, but he has mentioned this method back then) Heads is Astronomy, then Tails is French. I'm sure you know which side came to be the dominator.

(added just a few minutes after posting)

Pati ba naman yung sa Utopia... Si Sig na naman nag-mention nito. Argh!

Before I start...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TTY!!!

Though another year of a person's existence in the world is to be joyed, the date of a person's inexistence is to be mourned.

May your father's soul be at rest on the hands of God, Angelo.

Humans or aliens?
The Big Bang Theory or the French Revolution? (if ever there was a French Revolution, I have no idea)
The whole universe or France alone?
Delta Crateris or Paris?
Ms. Laarni Pascual / Ms. Joan Lanuzga or Ms. Julie Grace Navarro?
Two Science (one General and one Physics) Teachers or an English Teacher?
Gen or Michelle Branch? (sabi nila kamukha daw ni Michelle Branch si Ms. Navarro eh. If you ask me, I'll have to see a picture of her once again)
Room 504 or Room 518?
I-SRA or II-SJW?
First Year classrooms or the Second Year ones?
A capsule or a plane?
Austell's Present or Anjo, Lawrence, EZ and Mike (and Dimaranan)'s past?

............

Astronomy Club or French Club?!

"T.A.G."

Ang ganda ng word, ano? Ang ganda pa ng acronym na napili namin.

Pero ano nga ba ang ibig sabihin nito?

.........

Hindi pa namin na didiscuss ito. ^_^'

I have to make a second blog for the entries that I type and were not published.

When you read a book, you extract from it whatever details that contained the tome. But the question is were you able to aquire everything? Surely after reading a book for the first time, you may have missed even the slightest, smallest detail. That's why PROSEC has taugh us the MPR (Multiple reading Principle), it is what we should practice in order to get the most from it.

It's like in Star Control 2. I'm playing it for the second time, and I have discovered something: the origin of the names Kohr-Ah and Kzer-Za.

And another thing: I'm sure most of you are familiar of the Spathiwa due to Neon. Well, the Spathi have fear of some creatures known as the Evil Ones because these creatures devour Spathi flesh. The High Council (leaders of the Spathi) stated that they have researched/autopsied a dead Evil One. The cause of its death? Tooth Decay from eating too much Spathis.

That's why Neon himself gets hyper too often. ;)

............

There are three more years (game time, not our time) before the game... the UNIVERSE and all the inhabitants, will go to a bitter end. Though I know how to solve everything (thanks to some FAQs), I have once again failed to save the Pkunk from being destroyed by its Yehat brothers. (download the Yehat music! Measured by "popular demand" it is the best SC2 music in the whole game!)

Before I terminate this blog entry, I should finalize it with a simple quote to you guys (and it is up to you as to how you would interpret and/or understand it)

"Submit or die, foolish human!"
Ur-Quan Kzer-Za

(edited at 1600 hrs. Sorry, Mia! ^_^')

I can remember how it was before, calling almost everyday just to have a chat. I can remember the sensation of being closer and closer, even if our homes' distances were miles away. I can remember our bodies stable from leaning against each other to support ourselves. I can remember inviting each other to whatever gathering or special occasion that sprouts out from our schedules. I can remember asking each other favors and end up oweing (spelling?) it too. I can remember sharring (spelling?) our burdens and crying it out together.

But now... I am the burden.

I can remember people asking me who my bestfriend is. I can remember responding with "I don't have a best friend. Only close ones", "I don't know who to consider as one" or sometimes even "My Computer" or any other inanimate object or an uknown being.

Soon, it was no longer like that. Was it evolution? Or devolution?

I can remember a sensation that I was only one... That the people dominating the surroundings were mere aquaintances. I can remember the fear of separation eating my guts or maybe increasing the acidity of whatever it is that burns the food I take (sorry, I'm hungry).

I can remember cowering like a chicken, blanketing myself with everything. I can remember my earphones taking over my sense of hearing. I can remember pitch-black darkness, save the mere glow of the moonlight, nullifying my sense of sight.

I never knew tears had enough force to get the hell outta your eyes, even when they're shut.

............

I can't remember anything at all.

Ang madalas kong nadirinig sa mga Claretiano nang tatlong araw pa lang ng pasukan ang kanilang nararanas:

• Display - Next week pa daw kasi gagana mga aircon namin eh, pero sa mga Juniors, handa na. (at totoo pala ang mga rumors na yon... Since summer ko pa naririnig yon eh) Sabi pa nga ni Binibining Roselyn Abancia na nagtambay daw siya ng onti eh.
• Dizon - Guro namin sa AP II, si Ginoong Richard Dizon. Lakas mambiro yon, pero madalas, panggagago na yung mga hirit niya. Bait naman. Nakakatakot lang mga salita niya. Alam niyo, dahil andaming magbigay ng plus at minus (sa conduct), pwede na siyang maging Math teacher. ;)
• Broadway - Guro ng ibang second year at third year sa Filipino (pero 'di ko teacher yon, adviser daw ni AJ kaya nababalitaan ko), si Binibining Myra Broadway. Maganda daw siya. Miss Santiago daw ng mga araw ngayon kasi magkapareho silang strict, maganda at pandak (Maui Taylor nga, sabi ng iba eh.). Ang contrast lang e si Miss Santiago, English. Anlabo, hindi ko naman nagugustohan. Iba talaga standards ko... Well, kami ni Austell.
• F4, na madalas ay sinusundan ng "Meteor Garden" o yung sikat na sikat na linya na "Oh baby baby! Oh baby baby!"
• Terror - Generally, tingin ng mga estudyante sa kanilang mga guro eh nakakatakot o nakakainis o sobrang strict. Example si Binibining Mendoza ('di ko alam first name niya eh), me pinagalitan na, first meeting pa lang. (sa amin, at sa klase ni Lawrence)
• Joke Time! o kaya Joke joke joke! - Strict ang mga guro sa tamang oras. Nakikisama naman sila sa amin sa tamang oras din. Diyos ko, si Ginoong Christopher Bejar, first meeting, naka dalawang jokes siya eh. Si Mr. Dizon, nakakarami na eh... Heheh.
• Index Card, na kasunod ang recent 1x1 or 2x2 picture - Eto naman, madalas sabihin ng mga guro. (Kahit guro sila, kung tuusin mo, kapwa Claretiano din namin sila) Mga apat na na guro ang nag-request ng index card, tatlo na 1/8 at isang 1/4 para ke Ms. Navarro.
• notebook na may cover - at hindi lang basta-basta plastic cover. Art paper na may specific color muna bago yung plastic cover. Aba'y si Ms. Navarro nga, nag-specify pa ng brand ng notebook...
• Astronomy Club - Ang pinakamagiging in-demand sa mga club, kapag ang topic sa usapan e yung mga club, andaming nag-sasabi na gusto nilang sumali dito. JOKE!!! XD 'De, kami pa lang ni Austell ang alam kong me balak sumali. XD
• Sa marble tables! - Kahit nung grade seven, nagpupunta kami dito almost every recess and lunch eh, pero anyway... Ang isa sa mga lokasyon na kung saan sila kumakain pagkatapos bilin ito sa "Old" canteen (elise) o sa "New" canteen (Food court), eto ang aming sinasabi (yung grupo) kapag nagkataong nagkita kami at nabili na namin ang aming hapunan (o tanghalian ba yon? Basta kung ano yung lunch). Ang nagiging problema ay dumadami na ang kumakain sa mga mesa na ito. Dinig ko, batch namin nagpa-uso no'n e... Aba'y may maipagmamalaki pala batch namin!

Tama na muna sa kwento, pero huli na 'to... For the teachers, sa totoo lang, sa lahat ng nalaman ko na guro ko sila sa klase namin, ang hindi ko lang napabor ay... Wala! Kahit gusto kong maging guro si Binibining Clarissa Untalan kasi mas maganda siya, e wala na akong pakialam do'n, sobrang bait naman ni Mr. Bejar, tapos 'di ko pa alam kung mahigpit si Ms Untalan. Alam ko na yon since last year kasi guro ng iba kong kaibigan (specified si Kyle, Ven, Carl and many more) si sir. Isa pa, kumpara ke Ms. Untalan, mas type ko naman si Ms. Navarro eh. ;)

Dammit.

This is the second time I've slept in the afternoon (and woke up at night).

I HAVE TO stop commuting in order to go home.

The problem will soon be solved, as I know now the identities of the bus (and bus driver).

"0:47", says my red digital clock in my screen on the lower-right-most, while the colon blinking relentlesly, each blink signaling the end of a second.

Oftentimes, food is "scarce" in the early morning, but fortunately, we took home some food from Food Express. Some sushi (I think) and a peach float for me.

*Rico eats his food*

Now that I am energized, it's time to go to the Net.

Austell, Astronomy Club tayo, ha? ;)

Votation for the color to be used in covering Computer II's cover:

Blue: 3
Red: 1
Black: 15
Pink: 14 (I was one of them XD)

I can feel it already... Even in the first day, I could feel it already...

'Cause there was homework. Research pa!

Ven felt it so strong that I had to conclude that he has felt it the most.

Why?

Gusto na niyang mag-bakasyon eh. XD

Shit. Enzo says there'll be a gathering in Big R to celebrate Gen's birthday back on Monday.

(edited thirty minutes after)

Ah, all-girls gathering pala yon eh...

(for those who do not play Utopia, please pay no attention to the date of the note... or ask Mia or Sig to explain it. Tinatamad ako eh. XD )
(Oh, and my province name is Delta Crateris)

On May 16th, YR10, we received this note...
To The Honorable Sir Conrad Hayes
Hey...I'm sending this message to Kebec and PLAGUE and Delta Crateris and Angevil.

You four guys are a huge part of our kingdom..and a huge part of why we have won these last three wars.
You three, Misery and auxtria are our big bad main attackers.
These last 3 ages or so we've had a very mediocre kingdom, before that we had lots of good attackers etc...but for a while now..nothing much.
Now that we have you guys here I HOPE you guys stick with us next age, because we are becoming an awesome kingdom to be dealt with.

I decided to send this message to thank you guys for yer hard work and the good work you've been doing. It DOES NOT go unnoticed even if we never really say much about it.

Signed, King Nagam the Rogue of Lord of the Nagamzor (30:2)

...............

Somehow, I wish I could hug him... ^_^'

An hour and a half from now, I must bid Summer a bitter goodbye and to be greeted by school with a much bitter introduction.

You should have seen Dom's act of rebellion last night. Hahahaha!

............

Thank you, Stacy, Ate Vig, and Mia for wishing me the best from the worst. XD

Sayonara.

This post will range from I think Monday or Tuesday 'till today. Chow.

-March-

I can remember sitting down on the greeneries of the Sunken Garden, trying to fade off the exhaustion from the walk between Claret and Philcoa. I can remember that beneath the silence of the atmosphere, save the automobiles and the rants of its engines and the rages of its horns, was a sensation burning my heart and mind from just thinking and thinking.

-April-

I can remember feeling a stabbing pain in my chest. I can remember it was like my heart was, without sanity, screaming and screaming from all the wounds with missing cures and puzzles with missing pieces. I can remember that nothing was able to soothe the pain besides the mere pillow that I was hugging - crushing and the thin sheet of cloth blanketing my body to keep temperatures at a reasonable level.

-May-

I can remember people hating each other and avoiding each other. I can remember them shifting poles from opposite to same. I can remember people saying that he/she regrets what he/she has done, then end up saying it was all my fault. I can remember handling both conflicts between people and the actual reality in the path.

-June-

I can remember turning around and taking a good look, stare and analysis of steps I have taken. I can remember making a conclusion from the data and results that got -

- I can't remember anything at all.

In Rico's imagination part of his thoughts:
Arm Positions: Short - fourty-four degrees. Long - ninety degrees.

*Rico sits comfortably in the chair that he always sat on when he had buisness with the almighty contraption in front of him, which he could not live without: the computer.*
*Rico has just connected the device to the Internet, then opened MSN Messenger without question*
*Fortunately, Rico sees a friend online - Mia*

Rico: Elo. :)
Mia: yo oric! :p
Rico: Ah, can you do me a favor? ^_^'
Mia: sure.
Rico: Pwedeng paki-publish yung blog entry ko? I'll give you an html file, tapos open mo siya sa notepad, then copy mo siya.
Mia: ok... :)

Shifting to Mia's perspective...

(When the font's red, Times New Roman, bold and italicized, I'm Rico / When the font's blue, size nine and Courier New, I'm Enzo) would like to send you the file "blog_test.html" (8 Kb). Transfer time is less than 1 minute with a 28.8 modem. Do you want to Accept (Alt+T) or Decline (Alt+D) the invitation?

Transfer of file "blog_test.html" from (When the font's red, Times New Roman, bold and italicized, I'm Rico / When the font's blue, size nine and Courier New, I'm Enzo) has been accepted. Starting transfer...

You have successfully received C:\My Documents\My Received Files\blog_test.html.jpg from (When the font's red, Times New Roman, bold and italicized, I'm Rico / When the font's blue, size nine and Courier New, I'm Enzo). Before opening this file, you may want to scan it with a virus-scanning program.

back to the MSN conversation...

Rico: Thank you. :)
Mia: :) username and password mo nga pala?
Rico: Oh yeah. Forgot about that. ^_^'
*Rico types username and password*

In Rico's reality part of his thoughts:
Arms Position: Short - fourty-eight degrees. Long - two hundred twenty-seven degrees.

Thoughts: Why did you have to ask other people to post the entry for you?
Rico's subconscious voice: Because I have temporarily lost the capability to do so.
Thoughts: And why is that?
Rico: Because I don't have a new Prepaid Internet Card yet.
Thoughts: Then how can you actually give to them the file, seeing that you are unable to connect to the Internet?
Rico: Easy. I could connect to Citibank anytime I want.
Thougts: Citibank?!
Rico: Yes. Citibank.
Thoughts: Have you forgotten about The Firewall?
Rico: ............?!

It seems that I have...

Let's go to a different topic, but still related to the dialogues:

Ate Vig's subconscious voice: (to Austell) You can't use words that you don't know!

Hahah. I'll counter that! With my Almighty, Life-Trusted Tome(s) of Knowledge! (sounds like a rip-off from an old first-person shooter... and it is... XD )

subconscious |sub kon' shes| (supposed to be the letter e turned 180 degrees), adj., n. 1 not wholly conscious; on the border of consciousness. 2 Beneath or beyond consciousness; existing in the mind but not but not fully perceived or recognized.

Ironic, as I do not exactly kow the definition of consciousness...

conscious |kon' shes| (again, it's supposed to be the letter e turned 180 degrees), adj, 1 knowing; having experience; aware

And something I should know already 'cause we took that up back in Grade seven:

syncopate - to cut short

Once there were wooden chairs in a table. Tainted with colors of the trunk, mauled with structure perfection. Neatly arranged. On the framework, there were thin sheets of paper sticked on it. On the paper were scribbles... characters... forming words. And not just words.

Names.

Wishing not to end up in a quarrel when taking the seat on the named ones, seeing that he wasn't the owner of the name, He searched around some more to find what he wanted - his name on a piece of paper sticked on a chair too.

He never found his.

Soon everyone went inside, and took their respective places, leaving no other chair vacant.

No other, except for one.

Fortunately, a chair was vacant. He took a closer look to see if there was the mark of his dominance.

Not even a sign.

*sigh* So this must be reserved for my sitting.

Reserved?! The reserved ones are those with the names on it! And besides, there'll be a piece of paper on it soon!

He gives out another sigh, trying to relieve the pain that bothers his guts. Attempting to remove the thorn piercing his heart, he decided to step out of the house, and sit down on the damp, green thorns that infests the healthy, brown soil patched in a large field, its colors filtered with the blanketing darkness of the night, slightly radiant with a touch of the peak of the moon.

A group of known bandits have been viciously cursing the city with the loss of the citizens' lives - without any reason. "Live to kill, and kill to live." - their motto. Their pleasant sight is to see the red liquid ooze from the bodies of the innocent or likewise, as a fountaing of blood is summoned from the slash of a sword. The stains grasping the steel blades of their weapons may seem "dirty" for a sword, yet it is but a mark of the death that their victims may or may have not witnessed.

One night, one of the most bloodiest battle took place, and their target was the police themselves. Pathetically, the police were unable to stop them, even with theit best, advanced equipment and proffesionally-trained men.

As they sought victory, the bandits roared their victory ditty, and the head announced a grand feast to celebrate a wonderful success.

The food were prepared, the wines and other drinks too, and it was like a parade - only that they seemed too rampant to be one. The fiesta was so good that it lasted more than a week of merry-making.

One day during the feast, several warriors took in too much wine, and their vision turned from keen to blurry, their muscles from mighty to mere, their intelligence from genius to dunce. Still, a conversation still occured.

"Damn it! Wheeen ish thissshhh phartey gunna end?!", raged a man, whos breath, even his whole body, smelled like wine. "Issh been toooo looong shinshe I shaw shumwun ssshhhed bluuud toooo mah face!"
"Come on. I'll take you home," said another man who was a friend of the drunkard. "You took too many bottles."

So they went away from the party, on their way towards the home, their swords being carried and were not hidden. Only show-offs were the ones who do it, though this time, everyone in the gang had something that they could shout it aloud in front of the others' faces.

But why shove it to 'em if they could just shove the sword itself through the body?

They stopped in the middle of the intersection. The friend has forgotten where his companion's house is built, yet he thought his drunk pal, as dumb as a rock, wouldn't know anything at the momment.

Trying to remember where his friend lives, he looked around in all directions. He never saw a message in his mind saying "his house is there", but he did saw two other people.

One was on the left side. He was a very tall man, his body protected by full metalic armor. Must be muscular, seeing that his strength could carry all the equipment His weapon was a double-bladed polearm weapon - two of them, actually. Such people holding those kind of equipment were known to have been trained by a famed and admired secret organization, wherein the students themselves were a deadly weapon, not yet counting that they are carrying one.

Another one was on the right. It was a lean man. His clothes are but mere rags. The height wasn't determined because he was sitting on the ground. Probably waiting for some kind-souled person to give him some alms. It really wasn't a common sight to townspeople.

Finally, and fortunately, his alchohol-bombarded pal slightly came to his senses, and realized that they had stopped.

"Hhhuh?! Wazzzat?! Gaaaaaademet, why did weee zzztop?!", the person-who-needs-to-brush-his-teeth said. He, too, looked around, and saw, too, the two people. "Aaaaha! Fffinally! Therrre'sh shumwun to kiiillllll!"

The drunkard apparently drawed (or is it drawn) his sword, and was poised to attack. What startled him at first was who was to see his guts first. After a few seconds of trying to think, he then dashed off to the left - where the fighter was.

"I'll get 'im for ya," said the freakshow's friend. Then the drunkard halted, fortunately, was able to understand what he said\.

He set off dashing towards the fighter. The fighter, at first had his back looking to the backstabber, and now his front. He can clearly see a man out of his mind, holding a sword, and approaching towards him.

Then the fighter was running away from him.

As he was in point-blank range already, his sword made a lightning-speed horizontal movement, from left to the right. As movement turned to stillness, he saw that the fighter wasn't there. Only a couple of footsteps.

Startled, he looked around - and saw the beggar on the left-most side of the street, carrying the fighter, who was shivering in fear. Then the beggar was crippling towards the companion of the drunkard.

The companion, now, was more determined than a while ago, to make the kill for him. As the sword could already reach the death of the beggar, he now made a vertical slash from up to down. Again, motion stopped, and he saw nothing.

But the beggar could see him like from a bird's perspective.

He jumpped into the air both for his evasion and the enemy's desolation. He took a small knife from the rags that he was wearing, and threw it towards the companion's head.

It hit him directly, and no doubt he could not survive such an endeavor. He landed gracefully, with a few dust particles clouding his feet as he made the touch-down.

Now the drunkard saw this and it made him more insane.

He still had enough sanity to know that he wanted to kill.

The drunkard, too, charged towards the beggar. The beggar saw this and his eyes showed more hatred. He took the knife that went to the other one's head, and threw it towards the drunkard.

He got hit in the head too.

Finally, it was over. The beggar turned around to the fighter, and said "Are you all right?"

"I-i-i-i-i'm f-f-f-fine, ma-ma-master...", said the man, still quivering in fear.

It turned out that the "beggar" was the leader of that secret organization. The rags were blessed by their monks and priests to help them strengthen the barrier that protects their physical world.

And the "fighter" was only a servant, being ordered to bring their equipment to the trained students. He was wearing it to have no problems in carrying such material.

............

So I'm a backstabber. Sue me.