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Death -999999 blogged on Friday, July 25 at 23:53 hrs. | |
Let's see. The ups for today: Got an 18/20 tentative score in an English quiz, got confidence in my Filipino long test #3, I'm finally done with the Music report, finally got my wires for THE, and was able to abduct the First Issue of Tanglaw last year. And for the downs: I still have to submit Ms. Angeles (Music II, III and IV) the... What am I to submit again? Heck, whatever. Um, I have not yet submitted the project plan for THE, I just discovered that I still hae Aldrin's quiz with me, I'm confused as to how you factor multinomials (Eh? I don't even think it's factoring anymore...), and I got an NI for the Eva form in Filipino. Basically, that's it. I'll elaborate the others on the next part of the blog. Nothing unusual happened today. What I can remember was me holding Mike's plastana and wacking it to those who dare to mention the name "Navarro" to me. Tsk tsk tsk... Marc (Chan) received most of blows. Heheh. I think he was the only one who did. Heheh again. I'd bet he freaked out 'cause of the oh-so-evil grin that gives my face an unusual radiance. Homeroom. Mr. Dizon was already inside the class, discussing about teachers that pose as a... I dunno, an obstacle to a good education. I can't remember if any were mentioned, except for the mockery and insults that Mr. Dizon gives. He doubled Ms. Abancia's "Magandang umaga, SMP.", had pin-point accuracy in snipers, adviced us to BUY projects in THE instead of assembling them, and labeled Ms. Navarro as someone hyper (I considered it as "enthusiastic"). From all the joke times he gave, it suddenly ended, as one of the things that he mentioned cut me really deep. He might not be our adviser anymore. I forgot the reason as to why, 'cause it held little importance. Well, at least for now. Unusually, around ten people were absent today (I'd bet Thursday was a worse case). Cy was included, but he wasn't under any plague: He was in Baguio. If he remained in Quezon City, I'd probably be talking to him 'till I leave school. I was a wanderer, roaming around the forever familiar corridors of the building that stood up as one of the symbols of the priests that founded Claret. But nothing... Nothing happened. Not even my umbrella came back to its function. ......... I DON'T WANNA WATCH THE SONA!!! Oh, and look, Enzo invited me to their study gimik...
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(I've finally decided to post this part...) June 18 Twosomes Two facts that apply in ALL of my BGM CDs Two materials I'll need for "personification" of my table Two things I'll place in my "personified" table Two thing people are most surprised about me Two other regulars in the chat "paper" Two sentences that I always see in each page of the chat papers: First Day Two web programs I use to surf the net Two errors that I fail to avoid while typing Two "hair styles" I like in girls (okey, this just came to me around two minutes after I typed this) Two kinds of ponytails I like the most in girls (same with this) Two assignments I have forgotten to submit Two weaknesses in English that I started to notice Two NEW teachers I noticed that have a good aura with the students Two simultanious reactions from you when you see Mr. Dizon starring ("stare" in the... progressive form ba 'yon?) at you and his eyes enlarges Two classes I wish I was under (instead of II-SMP) Two reasons why I wish not to be under a different class Two Clubs moderated by Master Conrado Leonardo (!!!) Two choices for the club in my head Two reasons why I will (try to join) the Astronomy Club Two reasons why I may not be able to make it in the Astronomy Club Two moderators in the French Club Two moderators in the Astronomy Club Uh-oh... I'm not sick anymore... Yesterday, I had this unusual sickness. My middle body was aching (spelling?), and oftentimes I wanted to lie down and drift to dreamworld. I wasn't burning up, I only did around after dinner, and it was a very slight one. Because of everything, I was not present on the twenty-fourth of July, 2003. And because I was not present, I don't know what the homeworks are. I even didn't bother to ask. Back on Wednesday, I wished I was absent on Thursday and Friday to see my groupmates suffer from their lack of cooperation towards their leader, which is me. (Yes, Vig, you already heard me rant about this. :) ) We're actually prepared, but we never included the "creativity" criteria in our report - it was the reason why I needed another meeting. 'Cause it was just a plain old report. Nothing special. Nothing entertaining. Since I'm already fine and dandy, I guess I'll suffer with them. And I'd bet the fucking hell that all of their pointing fingers would be aimed at me. *sigh* At least I've downloaded UFO: Terror From the Deep, but that wouldn't help in my homeworks...
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Death -999999 blogged on Monday, July 21 at 08:58 hrs. | |
Heck, I wish I already had my notes for English. We have a quiz after an hour. And friggin' hell, I'm sleepy. (current location is at the Computer Lab, where I'm supposed to be doing some simple and easy HTML activities...)
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BBMak - Back Here Baby set me free from this misery Here I am so alone Until you're back here baby So I told you lies even made you cry 'Cause here I am so alone Until you're back here baby And I wonder, are you thinking of me 'Cause here I am so alone Until you're back here baby
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Death -999999 blogged on Sunday, July 20 at 01:34 hrs. | |
Time Crisis 3... Time Crisis 3? TIME CRISIS 3???!!! TIME CRISIS 3??????!!!!!! It was sooo cool! O_O ............ Did you know that eating Blizzard makes me hyper? And did you know that it was my first time to ride an MRT yesterday? *pant pant pant pant* Okey, I'll stop for a while. I've gained a lot and lost so much. So I finally DID see Plasma shots rampaging from all directions. But more that three-fourth of it came from the enemy. It still brought memories... The "position" of each soldier based on what equipment they're holding. The formation that seemed like the one in a SWAT team when entering a UFO. The "gardening skills" harnesed by materials of massive desctruction and incineration. The graceful manuevers of a Buster Bomb (and the chaotic result of its impact). The frustration on the lack of clear sight in a night mission. The edited characters which were TOTALLY unfair. (I haven't downloaded a saved game editor, though...) The excitement that pokes your guts when a research has been finished. After a while, I'll download Terror From the Deep. But this is for Dom. (and for me, too) And this time, it won't be in any friggin' Amiga Disk Files format. It seemed like it was the only country/province/base that seemed to prosper... The rest lost its touch of being in a good status. And because it didn't belong to the rest that were having problems... Someone just had to make everything the same. But in order to do that, he/she removed the developed one... *sigh* Goodbye, Delta Crateris (#6876).
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Death -999999 blogged on Thursday, July 17 at 23:37 hrs. | |
I WILL NOT STOP UNTIL I SEE SOME PLASMA BLASTS FLYING IN ALL DIRECTIONS. I WILL NOT STOP UNTIL I SEE PLASMA BLASTS FLYING IN ALL DIRECTIONS, SECTOIDS AND ETHEREALS MANIPULATING HUMANS, UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECTS COME TO A HALT AND TERRORIZING THE PLACID HUMANITY, OR ACQUIRING VAST AMOUNTS OF ALIEN ALLOYS AND ELERIUM 115. (after around four hours) AAAAAAAAAGHHHHHH!!!!!! COULD SOMEBODY HELP ME WITH THESE AMIGA DISK FILES??????!!!!!! (after reading Mia's entry on July 13) I didn't realize soon that I'm lonely too. My room captures it. The locked door ensures it. The walk of evasion gets closer to it. A head turned around depresses it. Paranoia recognizes it. *sigh* I wish I could be in this state for a longer span of time... Heck, I better disconnect now before I get scolded...
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Death -999999 blogged on Tuesday, July 15 at 23:41 hrs. | |
To those who remember when my birthday is, thank you for exhausting a little more space it your memory for recalling it. To those who greeted me a warm "Happy birthday!", thank you for exhaling a breath with a volume and tone combo, using a peso or two for saying it to me, tagging the board, and/or any other means of communication. To those who gave me a gift, thank you for considering to use a little more just for my sake, though it really isn't necessary. And to the person who kissed me... Thank you for loving me back. When it's Maths period, the only existing letters in my mind are x, y, z, a, b, and c. When it's English period, the only language spoken is self-explanatory to the subject name. When it's Filipino period, the only Literature to tackle were the Philippine ones written back before the Spaniards came. When it's Science, I will only be located in the lithmosphere and will exist in the ecosphere as a consumer. When it's AP, my thoughs will only be located inside the boundaries of Asia. When it's CLE, the only person to ponder on is Jesus Christ. When it's THE, only two will spin rapidly, and those are the gears in my mind and Mr. Mariano's hand drill. When it's P.E., thoughts will fly, along with the balls of whichever sport it belongs. When it's Music, it is time to panic in the Musical Intrument report. When it's Computer, no obstacles stand in the way except for the traps set when I play minesweeper. When it's Club, there is only but few objectives: To make articles, requested or just for the literary works, and to submit it on time. Whew... well at least I kept those in mind. Men are FOOLS to have been saying that they are within the state of loving. They say that she is the one when the saying was actually triggered by their sexual desires. There is no beautiful girl existing that has not been courted, or, should we stupidly say, loved. A common and pathetic excuse given by these idiots is that "their main highlight is the woman's attitude or personality." Men don't know the meaning of love. Even if they use a TOME for a dictionary and find fourteen meanings in the word love... Their search would be worthless. I, myself, was tested in such an illusion. And I have to admit, I was a fool myself. No more tricks will work. I know now the traits of admiration, infatuation, love, and the easiest among them, a crush. And my previous one was a major inFATuation.
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Death -999999 blogged on Sunday, July 13 at 21:02 hrs. | |
NOTHING MUST RUIN MY DAY. NOT EVEN A.P.
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Death -999999 blogged on Saturday, July 12 at 23:57 hrs. | |
July 11 The birds were chirping the music of the joyous, as the cool, gentle breeze provided a heartful atmosphere. *Now playing: Command and Conquer Sole Survivor - Drill* "Hoy, bawal 'yan a! Ba't ka naninigarilyo?" *The bus passes by "Michael"* "Shit, birthday ko na sa Monday!..." Hordes and hordes of vehicles were passing by, as merry-makers were dropped off to celebrate his 16th. "O, andaming blangko dito! Aba'y gago ka pala e!" "Mas malamig pa sa classroom kaysa sa Conference room?! Bwiset!" "Ay, sa wakas, dismisal naaa!" More friends came than his mother could handle. "Nay, you need help?" And finally, the actual motivation to create this part of the blog entry... "Pascual (Federico), Pascual (Michael), Ong, Quijano, Pineda, Ramos, this group got a perfect 15. Let's give them a round of applause!" July 12 "O ayan, kumaway na ako sa kanya! Are you happy?!" Look at it like this: the size ratio of it compared to the one that uses actual bullets type is 1:1. Batteries and the electronic stuff power it up. Its can spit up to around fifteen to twenty-five rounds per second (that's est. 1000-1500 rpm for you). Its magazine can hold fifty (normal) to two hundred rounds (hi-capacity). The rounds can reach up to four hundred feet per second, and can reach up to five hundred if you "make it silent". Though it does use pellets as ammunition to feed the furnace, It doesn't sound right calling it a pellet gun. Maybe it's really called electric gun or something like that. Guys, meet Kuya Elvin's best friend: the MP5A5.
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Death -999999 blogged on Thursday, July 10 at 22:41 hrs. | |
Never have I been threatened by the sun's descent... Oh, by the way... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KUYA DOM!!!!!! And for the celebration, we ate at Kenny Rogers. Dialogue: Nny: 'Tay, pakiexplain me sa kanya yung gift natin. Yep. It was just a box alright. But no one said the contents weren't what the box said. :) So we took the honor of taking some shots. And here is one from Dom and one from me. (both are 640 x 480 and have an estimated 45 kb. in size) (added a few hours after. Just look at it as a new entry...) I sleep for around four to seven hours. Because of the lack of sleep, I'm exhausted. I arrive home, wanting to do the homework, but I'm too tired to do it, so what is left for me to do is to procrastinate until the evening. When evening comes, that's the only time I do my homework - and finish it at around 11 in the evening and two (or three) in the morning. And it's back to square one. ............... If I sleep now, I'll get major deductions in the map activity, I'll fail in the Filipino quiz once again (no doubt, 'cause I suck in it), I won't have anything to give as a report to my two groupmates, and I won't have any Project plan in T.H.E. But I'm SO exhausted that I lack the energy and stamina to memorize fifty-one countries and fifty-two capitols, a hell lotta authors, literature forms and creations... GOD DAMMIT, WHY DO WE HAVE TO MEMORIZE SO MUCH FUCKING SHIT WHEN THEY'RE ACTUALLY USELESS AND WILL JUST GO OFF YOUR MIND WITHIN A FEW FREAKING DAYS?????? !!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Dapat hindi na lang ako nakinig sa mga nagsabi na "Pinakamadali yung second year". Aba'y putang ina, apat na beses na 'kong mangiyak-ngiyak dahil lang sa mga buwiset na homework na 'to eh. Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... ............... Putang ina, suko na ako... muli. Kahit ma-zero pa 'ko, sisigaw na lang ako ng "BULLSHIT!!!", kung meron man lang akong lakas na loob na gawin iyon. Kailangan kong tanggalin mga distractions, kung tawagin natin. Utopia, Earth 2025, Kings Of Chaos, kahit anong games sa computer na 'to, yung blog, yung TV, yung mga gimik (Hah! Kailan ko ba kayo huling nakita?!), yung mga lakwatsa... At lalo na, ang computer na ito.
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Death -999999 blogged on Wednesday, July 9 at 18:39 hrs. | |
What happened? Those were supposed to be the momments when the drowziness finally awakens to its stimulating life. Her voice was supposed to be a high and joyous one, uplifting our spirits with its tone. Yet it seemed bitter, like the coldness of the classroom that blankets us to our frozen death. Her smile warms me to the point of my existence, but I barely see its radiance. Instead, I was left chilling all the way to the day's end. It was like she was the counterpart of their real bellwether. And a soul couldn't resist it. He couldn't bear it. He just had to let his emotions go. Imagine yourself walking to a distant open lot where vehicles stop there to park. On your way, you only have your bag with a heavy load along with you, lest the contents of your pocket/s. Imagine yourself roaming with your friends around a five-storey building going from the first floor to fifth floor in a zig-zag manner, then downwards in the same way. In the end, you depart, and soon you're all alone again. Now, what's the similarity between the two? There is a period of time that you're alone. And what's contrasting, compared to my day? I had friends along with me, on the start, and in the end. These people had no intention of providing assistance due to the fact that they are unaware of my need. They were just there... Talking to me. Talking with each other. Sharing facts, opinions, and the like. Just like that. The day seemed to be a dark and gloomy one. I felt like bringing Dom's CD player (and my CDs, of course) at Friday and stay at the Sunken Garden for the while. But after the period of waiting for the Second Trip bus to arrive, I took home with me a smile that could lighten my burden for the rest of the day. Jan Cyrill, Quito, Tristan, and Bautista (don't know the first name)... Thank you very much. (added seven hours after) Heck, I hope everything's worth it. And I hope the members'll cooperate. They've already started to become a burden.
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Death -999999 blogged on Tuesday, July 8 at 23:38 hrs. | |
I forgot to tell you. Yesterday was one of the most important day of my life. I have realized something that was so simple, yet I didn't even know how it was. I was pondering of its concept and its mannerism, but yesterday, Mike taugh me everything. Yesterday, I learned how to play the great game with the name of... Minesweeper. I got a 29/40 in an AP II quiz... That's a VERY good way to start it. You know how I suck in AP and Filipino. But you don't care if I suck in AP and Filipino. Hahahaha! The Quad has done it once again! Welcome, Terminal Velocity - Stage 1. "PREPARE THE BARRICADES!!! -Conrad Hayes. Chat paper, June 8, 2003, page 3
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Death -999999 blogged on Monday, July 7 at 19:14 hrs. | |
Before I start everything... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DFG467!!! Thank you for the treat. 'Di ko kaya mag-handle ng gano'ng situation. :) Great. The disk is damaged, and I was SO CLOSE to obtaining her picture... Zeus: the Female Do you know him? Yes, He's the one But in my years of existence Though her dominance is not vast She smiles with all merry-making Trails of aura put ice to thaw A semi-mortal that is sage -Steps backward. By Death -999999 That does it! I hope Ms. Locsin has her time after dismissal... Then it could end everything... And bitterly start all over again.
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Death -999999 blogged on Friday, July 4 at 18:08 hrs. | |
NIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! THAT THEFT IS GONNA PAY MORE THAN THAT PEN'S FINANCIAL WORTH!!!!!! (after reading a message in the outbox) See what I mean?!
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Death -999999 blogged on Thursday, July 3 at 23:20 hrs. | |
What a day. I've been accused of not participating in the Lupang Hinirang, I got a 22/35 in an ENGLISH quiz because I forgot to write the part of speeches in each item, and I almost got nothing in a Maths quiz 'cause I left my quiz booklet at home. I think I should already tell Ms. Navarro that I won't be a member of the French Club anymore. *sigh* I feel a sense of betrayal creeping out of the time I'd be doing it. It seemed that I already did feel it when I decided to choose French instead of Astronomy (I weeped when Cyril told me about their future activites) (I'm not talking about Neon, ok?). Betrayal? Hmph. Who am I to them, anyway? I'm nothing but a mere student. Why, the Astronomy Club moderators aren't my teachers. At least one of them was. I am nothing. I am an aquaintance to their realm. Just like what I am to everyone. ............... ............... .........??? .........!!! ......???!!! !!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT IN SATAN'S NAME ARE FINAL FANTASY SEVEN HENTAI PICS DOING IN MY SHARED FOLDER??????!!!!!!
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Death -999999 blogged on Tuesday, July 1 at 20:31 hrs. | |
Ms. Navarro: I would need two guys, please. Okey, so it wasn't a discovery that proved the accuracy of all text in the Bible, nor was it a scientific find that could make me win the Nobel Prize. Oh, dammit, I just realized that I left my almighty reminders notebook - again. battalion Because of those four words, I got a 16/20 on that spelling test. I have a pain in the ass. Yes, you've read it right. Would you like me to repeat? Certainly not. And I didn't mean it in the figurative manner. You know, God saves me. He tries to help me in any way possible. In times where the records are inevitably blank and silent, He lets a kind soul pass by and be with me for a while. He knows that I'm having trouble with friends and maybe He understands that I'll have a hard time patching it up, so he lets the original... should we say, "acquaintances" evolve into something different even just slightly and momentarily.. When you just got an hour and a half just because you have to wait for the friggin' Second Trip, there is only one solution to keep Time runnin' - loiter in the high school area. (kung pwede nga, magtambay ka sa loob ng faculty room eh) And I learned how to salute in the proper manner. ............ Should I let Fogger take over again and again? No. Sobbing won't do me any good. Nothing would happen if I did, besides the loss of a few mililliters of... Is it water? Whatever tears are made of. Thank you, Dream Theater - The Dance of Eternity. (added around three hours after) Fogger isn't the only one with its kind of power. Connecting to the Internet has an endless number of problems, which not all can be solved easily. One is the ISP itself. Oftentimes, it does not cooperate with you - you are unable to connect to it without reconnecting again and again. Another is when you're almost connected, an error pop-up suddenly... pops-up (duh) to tell you of whatever ******* excuse it can give. Another one is the phone line. Before starting to connect, I take a peek outside my room, and check to see if the red light on the cordless phone isn't glowing anymore - meaning to say that no one else is using it. Oftentimes, it takes more than thirty minutes to wait for it to fade away. If that's the case, then Dom must be online, talking to either Ria or any other people that I could be out of place when I'm with. It was nice of Stacy to call, even if having a chat was not her objective, but... It was already back then that my days of landline dominance were over. ......... It just came to me that one did not, even the slightest unintentional offer to help, want me to reclaim the throne. (added around five hours after first post) Oh my GOD!!! Pitchshifter! Major part of the Test Drive 5 OSTs. The title of the song bothers me, but still, why should I let it ruin the song? And basically, this is the lyrics of the song, just repeated a lot of times: If dysfunction is our function (and if we learn by our mistakes) Weird, eh? Well, enough about it. Just a little more... Downloading......... Welcome aboard, Genius.
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