Well... Here's the list.

• From Tty, we got a scanner! Problem is I don't have the stuff to scan... Mostly of the comics, actually.
• Out of the Three PC games that he also gave, one of them does not install properly, one does not function well to an extent that it hangs for no good reason, and one is actually an expansion pack.
  1. Need For Speed - Underground halts on installation.
  2. Grand Theft Auto - Vice City crashes sometimes for no reason, has a slow performance, and cannot read the radio station VROCK in the CD. KCHAT rocks!
  3. Medal Of Honor Allied Assault - Breakthrough requires the original game, which I do not possess.
• Rocks are starting to bonk our heads. I'm going back to ye ol' school games, as Dom said.
• I need the Red Alert 1 and 2 and Yuri's Revenge CD! Even for just a single day...!
• We, Battlefields 1942 players, have to master a skill natural to war - map reading. Fortunately, the ordered pairs aren't #,#. It's l,#, so it's quite easier.
• Oh my God, it's Sunday already! Only 7 days of being away from school! Agh!
• I must admit, I'm really getting lazier and lazier - even back on the school days.
• I have not recently checked ClaretCentral and Friendster.
• I have no means of accessing Friendster. For the most, they know. For the least, they don't.
• From the imformation gathered from Aldrin, one of the Friendster viruses have affected me - deleted the account, left no traces, wiped out testimonials and board posts... cool.

Not good. I consumed P600 within 16 days. Actually, it seems that the rationalization could be justified, but the major problem is that we don't gain funds when school's out.

There is no control. Scary. Loss of control is something very grave. Yet, possession of control could be devastating.

Nyah! It's already the 24th! I'm starting to hate Christmas. And you know, the spirit does not dwell anymore. I mean, it's already the 24th (what I said) and my guts are already supposed to start kickin' the... something...

There's always a feeling for everything. What did I feel when I was piloting a Stuka Dive Bomber and managed to kill the very first soldier while on an aircraft? Happiness. What did I feel when I was an engineer and destroyed numerous tanks using planted explosives? Glory. What did I feel when I was extremely focused on drawing my comics and Cy suddenly slapped my face (gently)? Rage.

(I should have invited EJ to join the Battlefields... I had fun with the new experience of handling planes. Though I shot down more than one plane with the B17's machine guns, I still haven't experienced a fighter-fighter dogfight. We needed more people to join. Well, not really. More human players means more fun.)

What's good in Christmas...

• Gifts (though I really don't mind much... Besides, I, myself, don't give gifts... You ungratifying piece of crap...)
• You have lots of time provided to stick yer ass on yer home (You know me - I'm forever homesick)
• You are NOT in school (Oh yeah! That rocks!)

What's NOT good in Christmas...

• Going to locations. On the night of the 24th, we would go to either Sanville or Valley Road. On the morning/afternoon of the 25th, we would go to where we didn't go on the night of the 24th.
• Parties (I'd bet you'd say "What?!") And parties would result to...
• Meeting people (Nah-uh. I think I have to label myself an anti-social.)

I have a story...

*School. It was either AP period or the 50-minute Homeroom*
Mr. Dizon: Mag e-exchange gift tayo. Bale, ang sistema, may codename per student...
*After the explanation...*
Mr. Dizon: Sino'ng ayaw mag-exchange gift?
*I raise my hand. Mike's and Bart's hands join in*
Mr. Dizon: Pascual, ba't ayaw mong sumali?
Rico: Sir, wala lang po.
Ez: Sige na, paminsan lang 'to e!

Mr. Dizon: Bale, yung exchange gift, magaganap ito sa Christmas party natin sa December 18. Thursday siya, after exams. Sino'ng ayaw sumama sa party?
*I raise my hand again. This time, I'm alone*
*The class laughs. (That's the second time the class humored my acts)*

Here's to end the entry. The weather is colder than the last time I said that the weather is colder.. I could sleep without the blanket on with the fan dead. But then again, I need the blanket, that's why there are some things called "security blankets".

Playing in my mind.

1: Hello. I was just wondering - Is it me that you've mentioned?
2: Not really.
1: "Not really"? What do you mean?
2: I know you're confused since I know you and you don't know me. But don't worry, I'm no stalker or anything.
1: So who are you really?
2: Before I explain, I need to know if it's secure there - I mean, are there any other people reading your mail or something?
1: No one actually. Why?
2: I didn't make this for nothing, I was actually hiding - the same thing I want you to do while reading this message, so no one else can see you.
1: Why do you need to hide?
2: What you saw was actually me hiding. Since you saw it, I need you to make it confidential.

Just had another dose of Black Hawk Down - the movie for pure war freaks whose veins stream with gunpowder. So may I say that the best rifle is still the M1 Garand.

Recently, I've been playing Gundam: Char's Retaliation. Rocks. The first-ever Gundam was, of course, the jump start to all the other Gundams, but it sucked the most - not much weapons available. A rifle, a sabre, a hammer, and a bazooka.

Tactics were the same - Comsume all ammunition in first long-ranged weapon, then use first weapon that could stun. If enemy is stunned, boost forward, draw melee weapon, attack as much as possible. If enemy is not attacked, repeat the stunning. If not stunned, repeat the stunning. Repeat until enemy has lost all durability. For defence, hold guard. When enemy opens fire, rapidly change direction of movement as evasion while holding guard.

Oh, did I say that exams are over and classes have ended for the year?

Bad news: There are chances that a tooth would be pulled from my upper teeth.

The panic button was pushed the momment it was said. A siren howled like this:

PANIC!!!

Yep. Just like that.

Gave another round of .45s from a Colt, some RPGs from Panzershrecks, bullets from a Springfield, and received more than the same. Was looking for EJ and Aldrin, who were nowhere to be seen or heard. Had a Major Victory from the loss of the opponents' tickets. Had a Major Defeat from the loss of our tickets. Played in the same map, with almost the same tactics, with two original team members missing (EJ and Mike) and a new one taking over (Drei). Had the same laggish (spelling?) slugish (spelling?) crapish (spelling?) computer performance as of yesterday, and concluded that the laggish slugish crapish computer performance is the result of the machine being a Battlefields 1942 server with five human players and forty-five (?) bots. Misses the M1 Garand that was seen only once - in the map with two small islands surrounded by the ocean, battlecruisers and aircraft carriers. Ratio of Allies to Axis is 1:3. Were in the Allies Team. Pushed through. Pulled back.

New team member is mesmerized.

At first, decided to use half an hour for the Battlefields and the last half for the Counter.

At last, decided to go for the Battlefields all the way.

Will schedule another day on the Battlefields. Having trouble finding the day for the Battlefields.

.........

Is not composing the profile.

I have not yet eaten a full meal for 39 hours straight. And that's no joke. The only thing I ate/drank for that whole time are three pieces of cookies, Cheers!, Jungle juice and a small pack of Cheese Tortillos. Hahahaha!

So am I hungry? NO!!! MWAHAHAHA!!! 'De, joke lang. Siyempre, gutom ako. So it's party time after two hours! And it's Battlefields time (again!) after the party!

Scary.

My only wish is not for me to pass the following exams, nor for our survey to reach its fiftieth mark... But for Ma'am to accept the activity I just made.

Special Maths IIC notebook Edition
December 15, 2003 --------- 1115 hours

I've finished the Maths long quiz, with all the items answered, but that doesn't mean you know everything. I don't know how to get the distance of the line parallel to another line. I don't know how to get the standard form of the line who has already two ordered pairs. I HATE GEOMETRY!!! So confusing... This is all the Third quarter's fault! If it wasn't jam-packed to only four weeks, Mr. Bejar would have time to expound on the lessons he's teaching...! And the other sujects too...! And we're the ones who're being affected?! Should't the school manage time and the lessons in a better manner?!

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

Now that I'm home and fell asleep when I'm supposed to ask Nny to buy me some sticks of carrots, more cans of condensed milk, more than a dozen eggs, I would like to say that today is a big slab of fucking shit.

After the exams, I went to Lawrence' house, along witn Alec, for a group study. It was the most lousiest group study I've ever seen - since it was the only group study I've been... I think. Jolibee's much better than McDonalds - that's for sure.

I still don't have my pair of scissors, and back on Sunday, I discovered that MY COLORED PENCILS ARE MISSING!!!

By the way you fellow Claretians, do you know of any high school teacher that lives in Marikina?

It's nice to take the test, seeing that you've studied the notes you have in your notebook. I passed by Science with nice smooth shading of the circles. I feel like I'm gonna pass Biology's Third periodic Exam... For the first time! But I lost 20 points just because I've missed the lesson in Genetics, ARGH!!! Lawrence explained it to me back on the group study, and it was SO EASY!!! *sigh* Oh well.

That sucks. The Nightmare Child was that easy?! That magma-spewing dragon was too powerful, even for an Element Avatar's ultimate weapon... It destroyed that Blackhill and the Nightmare child itself too quick... Now, what to play? I await Mike's shipment of the Resident Evil 2: Dual Shock Version.

Favorite weapons...

Doom2: Super shotgun.
Unreal Tournament: Flak Cannon.
SIN: Shotgun
Quake: Super shotgun
Quake 2: Super shotgun
Quake 3 - Arena: Shotgun
Resident Evil 2: Remington 1100
Resident Evil - Nemesis: Benelli M2F
The Nightmare Child: Magma Cannon
Half-Life: Shotgun
Heretic: Ethereal Crossbow
Hexen, using the Mage: Frost Shards
Medal of Honor: Shotgun

All brands are Shotgun manufacturers and the models mentioned are, therefore, shotguns. All weapons that are not shotguns like the Ethereal Crossbow, Frost Shards, Flak Cannon and the Magma Cannon act as shotguns - one click of the left mouse button, and more than one projectile gets released.

Oh, Quito, that was one BIG false move!

Ang saya-sayang mag-sagot ng mail/post questionaires... :D

Well, this is it. Exams... After Wednesday's battle, it's off to Blue Skies to inhale some Battlefields 1942 and Renegade!

P100 just went down the drain. An hour was wasted. The little energy provided was burned without purpose. My trust on Rex (Vidamo) was of no use. The guards at Gate1 Guardhouse and Mr. Cuya would each eat a slug from a Benelli, a Mossberg, AND a Remington. Everything was disregarded - just like that. It's not Rex's fault, he's actually a savior, but he can't save my life as a whole.

My fellow IP members only managed to poll 10 people, according to Neon. The sheet of paper regarding the idioms is not under my possession, as I need it in order for me to contribute to the project itself. P100 is divided unequally among two taxi drivers. Mark (Zaf), Mark (Sagun), EJ, Robby, and Rex saw me as how I currently look like, with a backpack and a plastic bag containing our experiment.

Curse this life. We're really gonna get an egg in our IP and in our shit Idioms. I mean, LOOK AT MATH/GEOMETRY!!! I could finish it after a while and submit it to sir tomorrow without any problem at all! I really hate group projects. This time, I'm not saying it's my groupmates' fault. I get my guts too much in pecking 'cause it's a group project/activity, I have failed as a leader, and as a result, the whole group fails to present/submit anything.

I really have to remind myself to go out of such shit. If the teacher/fellow members leave me in such a position, I would retaliate. If retaliation fails, I would pose as a leader and not act as one, therefore, creating an intentional defeat.

Life sucks. Every third quarter sucks. But why? Ever since grade seven, my grades in the third quarter plunge to the lowest.

And I'm stuck - again. I can't make the rest of what I can do for the projects because I'm sleepy, and I can't sleep because I still have to do the rest of what I can do for the projects.

(After 20 minutes of typing the first part...)

Derick is inspirational! After a single phone call, it turned to A LOT OF calls...!

We're still quite stuck, but we're gonna go for it! All that's left now is the IP... I could have accomplished another Leche Flan... All I ask for is a single stick...

AND GOD DAMN, I CAN'T BELIEVE WE STILL HAVE TO PUSH THROUGH THAT LITERATURE PRESENTATION!!! SHIIIIIIIT!!!!!! PUNYETAAAAAA!!! I'M GONNA KILL HER...!!! Seems that Saudi Arabia and Israel Literature won't be part of the periodic test anymore...

I just remembered... Monday STILL has classes... So tomorrow's the report, and Monday's the discussion... I'M GONNA KILL MS. NAVARRO!!! But could I do that?! NO!!! Because I'm just a student and she's a teacher and teachers have more power than students. Beh!

I've found the music that Ez liked in group 3's presentation! Talk about random play... Dom had it all along...

Now, what's cooler... than being cool?

ICE-COLD!!!

Wooohooo!

Tty woke up late, and was probably my fault. If we didn't cram for that damn activity... So let's go back.

December 9

As usual, I wanted to go home and sleep and do whatever it is that I WANT. Yet I was shocked when Mr. Dizon told us that the deadline of our presentation was the next day. There was no time to spare, yet there was a lot of time wasted. Imagine, thirty minutes for a thirty-second scene. Imagine, five hours of cramming just for a 10-minute presentation on film. Sounds like an unfair ratio.

Tty gave me a high-octane ride as our journey home. Yep. He's mad. The thing I want to happen the least on such scenarios.

(Well, all of our parents would get mad at us when this happens to us)

As soon as I arrived home (at 1:00am), I went straight to bed. No homework. No studying. Just went to dreamland without regards to anything at all.

December 10, Wed

I woke up to see the clock at 8:00am - thirty minutes ahead of the actual time, so that's already 7:30. Tty would normally wake us up, but this time, I woke myself up. Therefore, Tty was still asleep.

Before we left, Tty told us that we were already extremely late (like thirty minutes after class), and we may not be allowed to go in anymore. So Dom and I stayed behind.

Cool. It's all I wanted - a no classes day. But this time, dom and I are the only people not to go to school. Our Literature report may be pushed on tomorrow, and we would be stuck since I'm the leader and the leader is absent.

I better cram all projects and the like today. But first, Friendster and a doze-off.

Cy is my negativity. He keeps a high profile. (what is the opposite of a LOW profile?)
Alds is my negativity. He wants to be with someone all the time.
dfg467 is my negativity. He could help anyone anytime.
Gem is my negativity. He is close with his crushes. (don't say "no")
Lem is my negativity. He smiles all the time. (sorry kung pang-asar 'yon)
Nny is my negativity. She maintains his social life in a good condition.
Tty is my negativity. He has a strong desire to learn.
Meak is my negativity. He likes Filipino more than English.
dfg467 is, again, my negativity. He prefers rifles than shotguns.
Ate Vig is my negativity. She studies, even if it is agaist her will.

I love the word negativity.

Six pens were placed as order for the shipment. One red, three black and two blue. All of 'em are gel pens.

And ALL of 'em are for me and me alone. Once I get back to school this coming Tuesday, I'll get that pen back from Alds and I'll make sure he won't get some slack from me again.

Same goes with Ez, who consumed the remaining blue ink off a Jell Road 0.48, has my pair of scissors that was long lost (Thanks to Winston and his anonymous safe-keeping, I've recovered it), and has destroyed my stapler - with or without intention, that does not matter.

That's why I hate lending people stuff. And Mike owes me P110.

Jerome (Aytona) is extremely humble.

*It was around a week ago, dismissal time - the time where everyone is supposed to depart*
Rico: Ei Aytona, yung pen ko?
Jerome: Ay, oo nga pala. Sandali lang...
*Jerome spends a few seconds to search for the pen. And alas...*
Jerome: Pascual, sorry, nawala ko pen mo... Bayaran ko na lang. Magkano ba 'yon?
Rico: Bente-singko.
*Jerome pops his wallet out to get some cash*
*Jerome hands out the cash*
Jerome: Pascual, sorry talaga, ha.
Rico: 'De, ayos lang yan.
*In a sidenote. I know very well that a casualty of a pen is very grave*
Rico: 'Pag nakita ko yung pen, balik ko na lang yung P25.
*Paolo (Intud) enters the scene. He places a blue gel pen on top of Jerome's table*
Rico: Oy! Ayun pala!
*Rico gets the pen*
Rico: Aytona! Na kay Intud pala yung pen...!
*Rico looks around the classroom to find Jerome, who was nowhere to be seen. He looks at his table - to see that his bag is no more. He had left already...*
Rico: Hmmm... Bukas ko na lang ibalik ung P25...
*...Which I did.*

Alds could get my Sacred Black Bag, but what he would only see is a single black gel pen, a red gel pen, a mechanical pencil and its lead, an eraser, a stapler and its ammunition, three Metallic (spelling?) pens, two small felt-tip pens, three normal-sized felt-tip pens and a pair of scissors, my bespren Elmer, my PCB and its other compunents, a triangle, and nothing else. No extra pen to spare to him. No extra pen to spare to anyone.

I REALLY prefer the week of the exams rather than the week preceeding it. But that doesn't have any connection with playing Battlefields 1942 or Command And Conquer: Renegade.

The Friendster Column!

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Hopeless surrender
Obsession's got me beat
Losing the will to live
Admitting complete defeat

Dream Theater - The Glass Prison (It's got SO MUCH stuff for quoting!)
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Because of slow addiction, an edition for it has been made.

Testimonials to submit IF these people were my "friends"...

rfa:
(she ain't gonna accept 2nd year students, that's what I heard from her)

Guro ko at ng aking kuya sa Filipino II, si Binibining Abancia ay may tamang balanse ng kabaitan at katarayan. Kapag joke time sa aralin, mabait at nakikibiro. Kapag may masama kang ginawa, antinik ng iyong mararamdaman. Ngunit sila/kami din naman ang may kasalanan kapag lumalabas ang kanyang pagkataray. Kilala ko na si ma'am nung nakaraan na taon dahil sumama kami ni Ven - ang dalawang Freshmen na sumama sa CMLI. Kilala na din siya ng aking mga magulang dahil sa CMLI din - una, nung dumaan sila sa Teacher's camp upang kamustahin ako, at upang dalhin ako do'n. Sa katunayan ay hindi ako mahilig sa Filipino, ngunit paminsan, ang guro ang mismong nagpapaganda ng kanyang sakop na subject - at si ma'am ang kasapi sa mga 'yon.

Arnie:
(I haven't added her... I'm gonna hunt her down! Simple.)

Ang aking nawalang ina, si Binibining Laarni Pascual ay ang aking naging guro sa Science I. Mabait siya - hindi ko pa siya nakitang magalit, ngunit marahil sa dahilan na pumalit siya kay Ginang Luna noong... ikatlong markahan yata. Sa mga proyekto, sapat ang binibigay na oras, ngunit sa ibang aktibidad, maikling panahon lamang ang naibibigay, at ito'y para kami'y matuto na magtrabaho ng hindi pakupad-kupad. Mataas din magbigay ng grado. Hindi ko makakalimutan ang proyekto namin sa huling markahan nang nakakuha kami ng mataas na grado. Nakadikit sa pader ng aking kwarto ang maliit na piraso ng papel na kung saan nakasulat ang "Pascual, Tizon of I-SRA: -Very organized! Keep it up!" at ang aming grado na 95% - ang ikalawang pinakamataas sa I-SRA. Hindi magandang isipin na si ma'am ay ang aking ina dahil hindi magandang isipin na ang isang ina ay may edad na 28 at ang kanyang anak ay 15, kaya maaari po ba na ituring ko na lang kayo na isang nakakatandang ate? Dahil wala akong ate eh. :D

My testimonials would be composed in deep Filipino. If Filipino was my expertise, people would drop dead from it. Heheh.

Oh, and to the people requesting for testimonials: Stop it. It's actually discouraging me. Wait patiently for the mood, time, and other resources. Thank you.

IT'S CRAMMING TIME!!!

I've taken out most of what PE has, I will take down notes for AP and English, and only six more minutes before I pop my Leche Flan out of my pan. (Cool! Rhymes!...)

I've escaped from the photosynthesis activity. I nearly made it on a Mathematics quiz. Experimenting in the middle of a quiz just to remember the formula of getting the distance and midpoint proved very essensial.

I will not be able to escape from the:

• AP presentation (and we don't have a video camera to use in then first place!)
• English presentation (about Saudi Arabia and Israel literature... I'm sure I told you guys that already since this was assigned back in the first period... DAMMIT, why does the Mainland literature group only have to submit a written report in order to have that grade, when we get stuck to create a presentation?! Fucking shit!)
• Maths project (although it's quite cool, so there's barely a problem about that)
• Science presentation (We're done with the Carrot Leche Flan! It's perfect! All I don't know is how come the second trial looks like a sponge, while the first one was really REALLY perfect, except for the sugar that was cooked too long)

But there will NEVER be an escape for Geometry. It really stings and is freaking me out!

Heeheeheehee. Marlon gave me this plastic sword that they and the second group in our section used for Florante at Laura. These are the times when my childish side shows off. I mean, what would you think of a person holding an assault rifle, aiming at the heads of people, and opening fire while shouting "GAME OVER, DIRTBAG!!!"?

Somebody has to get a picture of me posing with the sword on my hand. Because... by the Power of Grayskull, I HAVE THE POWER!!!

There is no escape. This time, I'm not talking about academics.

There is really no escape. Yeah, I'm still talking about the division preceeding this.

There is REALLY no escape. Not even at home, I cannot escape the tragedy. When you hear the phone ring, there is no space, no time to be deaf.

There is REALLY NO ESCAPE. I REALLY WANT TO SHOVE THAT FACT, BUT NO I'M TO FRIENDLY TO TELL THE WORLD THAT THERE'S A PIECE OF SHIT THAT I KNOW WHO THE PERSON IS TO THE EXTENT THAT I'D RATHER DROP DEAD THAN TO BE WITH THE PERSON MY WHOLE LIFE!!!

No, I'm not gonna say there's no room for evasion. I just want to say that I hate being a magnet. I'm starting to be more bad in attitude, but that doesn't involve anyone, which is bad! I mean, if I copied from my classmate, or cheated in the middle of that Maths quiz I was talking about a while ago, would it hurt anyone?! Would it make people hate me?! NO!!! IT WOULD HURT ONLY ME!!! IT WOULD ONLY MAKE ME HATE MYSELF SOME MORE!!!

I need to be mean... mean to people. But it would seem that I'm just acting. Argh! If I could just go away...! But I can't! I'm stuck for the rest of my school year!

I'm sorry. I just realized I'm just saying again "There is no escape".

And my theme song... Dream Theater - The Glass Prison. But I won't post it. Would you like to read lyrics extending to both ends of a bond paper with the alignment set to landscape, the font is times new roman, size 8, and the whole paper was split into three parts, and the actual song lasts for thirteen minutes and forty-seven minutes?! I guess not. It would be new table material, replacing the MTV INK front cover with Michelle Branch on it. Finally... to occupy some space.

Vigorous, Irresistible
Sick and tired and laid low
Dream Theater - The Glass Prison

I'm supposed to do something for EJ... Am I gonna copy my blog layout and give it to him? Something like that... Sorry, EJ!

My feet are starting to chill. My fears are starting to take over. My sleepiness is accompanying it. Bells are ringing. Trees are dominating. Green is blinding.

Big deal. Wait... big BIG deal! Great. Christmas is coming. Go away, people. I have no sense of giving. Expect bullspit.

TEACHERS WHO HAVE FRIENDSTER ACCOUNTS ARE INSANE!!!

Now, what is the minimum required age of a person allowed to use Friensdter? Eighteen! They are more obliged (spelling? And I don't know the meaining either... hahahaha!) to create an account than us students. And why did I create one in the first place? Beh. I don't care anymore. My objective is to add all of my ACTUAL friends, then I could close my account already.

Let me take back that sentence with all-caps and let me say, instead...

EVERYONE WHO HAS A FRIENSDTER ACCOUNT IS INSANE!!! GET YOUR HANDS OFF THE KEYBOARD AND STOP TYPING TESTIMONIALS!!!

Heeheeheehee!

I really really really REALLY REALLY need to be more mean... Too much people lurking over you isn't good. Forcing yourself to have friends is an act of an asshole. If you don't want friends, then just don't. If you always need someone to be with, you're a pathetic piece of shit.

Nakakapikon kaya. Yung bigla na lang magsasabi "samahan mo 'ko", just to go to a location around 200 meters from where you are, without any reason as to why you need to join. You won't carry luggage that a single person couldn't. You wouldn't talk to someone you really need to. Nakakapikon din yung biglang mawawala gamit mo. You know me, guys - a person who doesn't like missing stuff, especially when it comes to my pens. Trusting anyone is a cruical decision - that person may or may not return your pen either from desire or just plain clumsiness (spelling?).

Ever since Monday, more than a single person would ask for an extra pen. Fortunately, everything is back on my black bag, yet there is this thing that you call "abuse".

Do you know how it feels when you're racing to a time that you could reach but at a critical speed?! 'Course, you do! How 'bout a play that lasts for 40 minutes, and did not even practice at all?! How 'bout that, huh?! OH YEAH!!!

And may I quote...

"EAT MOSSBERG, PIECE A' SHIT!!!"
-Rico, while pointing at Mike (Pascual)

*chaKOOM chaKOOM chaKOOM*

Tu m'as promis... Hahahaha! Sayaw na lang tayo!

Just read the "Definitions" page.