As I'm sitting here now above a cheese cake, on and on, I kept wondering like that, staring at the cotton candy above, dreaming, in a far far away candy land.

WARNING: Currently IC
Probability of different personality is high.

When you see my status like that, it means that I'm roleplaying.

IC is short for "in character" often seen and used in roleplaying. While you're "in character," you should follow the personality, manner of speaking, mood, etc of whom/what you're roleplaying. Therefore, when I am "in character," I am bound to have a different personality and my mood may shift often too. I used to change my name and avatar to that of the person or character I'm currently roleplaying.

OOC, in the other hand, means "out of character." When this is indicated, it means that the person is speaking out of his/her roleplay character. This is often used when the person roleplaying wants to comment, give up additional info, clear up something or just plain say anything random while roleplaying or while in a roleplay thread.

I used to be an active roleplayer years ago. I've roleplayed a lot of characters both from anime/manga and original ones. Those characters that I remembered roleplaying were:

• Hidaka Ken, Weiss Kreuz
• Tenou Haruka, Sailormoon ()
• Lenneth Valkyrie, Valkyrie Profile
• Mana-sama, Malice Mizer
• Amdis Anima (original character)

I started roleplaying about the same time I started writing fanfiction - around the age of 11 or something. Back then, I still have the confidence to write in total proper English. I got a private tutor for the said subject and my hands are always getting slapped when I get lower than 85 remaks. T^T Math, however, is out of the question. I got a Math tutor when I got to highschool but I don't even need a math tutor. The standards of education in provinces are way too low. I didn't even shed sweat and blood or cram during exams like I used to. That's when I learned how to be lazy and skip class. But don't worry about it, when you start working, you'll get your butt back on track and get serious or else, you'll starve. After all, no work, no pay. No money, tummy empty. =D

My take on it is, if you can’t comply with the smaller things, what more the bigger things they ask of you? Sure attendance is a small thing compared to output. But the bottom line is you’re supposed to do what the company asks of you. If you say you can only deliver the bare minimum, if they decide to let you go, that’s probably how they see you. If you get to comply with even the smallest of requests, doesn’t that make you better out of them asshole bosses out there? Its not always rewarding to do so. But still by the time you leave, you come out clean. With a shiny belt around your waist.

— Tuna Caserole on a topic about tardiness.

Sometimes, you learn a few this and that from the guy. Even though he's like that (you know, sharing disgusting gay links to you, being molested and hit on by gays and such). Heh.

To: xxxxx@xxxxx.xxx
From: xxxxx@xxxxx.xxx
Subject: How have you been?

Message:

Hey, how have you been? It's raining hard here tonight. The windows are getting covered with moist that I could hardly see the view outside anymore. There's a usual cup of tea beside my desk, nothing's changed since you left. I wonder what would your reaction be when you receive this since I haven't written you letters for so long. I'm happy that even though we were are so far away, I could still send you my feelings like this.

I've attached my complete domain details and my blog password with this e-mail. Please update my blog for me when I leave. Please tell them that I'll be going. That it had been a long journey and I've reached the end of my road. I'm happy that I met such beautiful people along the way. I couldn't express how they all mean the world to me and that blogging was fun.

Every last minute I have left I spend with all my memories of you. I wish for your happiness more than anyone. Take care, and I love you.

You're e-mail has been sent.

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Let It Rain

• Chapter 1: Joy Ride
• Chapter 2: Courage
• Chapter 3: Promise
• Chapter 4: E-mail

Yes, I've just stopped following/unsubscribed from Hay! Men! Ang blog ng mga tunay na lalake! for the following top 3 personal reasons:

1. Their posts are flooding my Google reader. I could bear as much as 3-5 entries each day but posting 15-20 entries, imho, is already an over kill.
2. It's becoming too mainstream, and I'm just not fond of main stream stuffs.
3. There have been lots of new blogs modeled after its concept that's been showing up lately and it's starting to get annoying due to lack of originality. I shall not post their links because there is this one particular blog about gays that disgusted me enough to last my entire life. Not that I hate gays, in fact, I love them, for I am a certified yaoi lover/fangirl with certification number 00069 of the official yaoi fan club, BUT this particular site, is totally, undeniably, unearthly, unheavenly, unhelly disgusting. It's beyond humans', angels', demons', monsters', spirits' and even insects' concept of living creatures! Oh and I would like to condemn Kini, for the that particular link source.

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To Kini:

Thank you ha! (¬_¬)
Start hiding inside your can, you tuna flakes! XD

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Extra Information: Stop Following in Blogger's Blogs I'm Following Feature

Just in case you're wondering how I stopped following or unsubscribed from Blogger's Blogs I'm Following feature, here's what I did:

1. Go to the Blogger Dashboard
2. Under the Reading List section, click the MANAGE button
3. Click Settings of any blog title
4. Click the Sites you've joined tab
5. And stop following the blog you wanted to unsbscribe.

for (i=1; i<=100; i++) {

echo "I will not play GaiaOnline at work anymore."

}

?>

Even just logging into it.

Really, really.

=]

I visited my dentist last 6 months ago or so to have my teeth cleaned. She said I'm growing out third molars (yes, to my luck, both of them at once) which she finds, at my age, rather late. She told me that most of her patients grow their third molars at age 17-20. Then around 2 weeks later, I went back to her to have her check up on my third molars because they hurts like hell. She asked me to have an x-ray to see how the third molars would grow because they might not grow out the usual straight way but diagonally which might be the one causing the pain. So I had the X-ray as soon as possible and gave her the resuls a week after. She said it's normal and it's bound to hurt that way. Considering that I already have a high tolerance for pain, and it's really really painful, it's definitely THAT painful. So then, I took those medicines she gave me (some hard core pain reliever) and the pain stopped for a bit.  But these days, it's been hurting like hell again and I thought, why the fuck haven't my third molars grew?! It's been more than 6 months already! D'=

Now what do I do? Who do I beat up to make the pain go away?! D'=

You know father, I love the fact I live near your church. At first, it's nice because every 6am, I hear songs of praise. And since I'm a sucker for classics, church choirs songs are a a plus especially when you just woke up. They leave an ethereal feeling like I'm on drugs or something. But what makes them better is that mom's stupid African birds are less annoying than they usually were. I've always thought of cooking them for breakfast. But killing is a sin and it would break my mom's heart if I killed them all and break their feathers apart. Because she loves them and they cost too much.

But, you know, lately, for some reason, all I hear from morning 'til night are novenas and rosary prayers. To be blunt, I don't like them. I don't ass-fucking goddamn like hearing them. The fact that they recite the prayers in an incredible speed and uncomprehending lyrics, again and again, drives me fucking insane. I can't concentrate with whatever things I'm doing like taking a crap or something. There had been several times within this day that I've imagined sinful thoughts like shooting them all dead or slitting the throat of the one holding the microphone and leading the prayer. And then, shower his blood to those lots holding rosaries and singing with him.

So father, if possible, please help me and drive these evil thoughts out of my head.  Please try talking to them and tell them, "For the love of all things holy, SHUT THE FUCK UP PEOPLE! And PLEASE be considerate of those who live in the area." Or else, I'll really go insane and really do it. Really. Just so you know, I'm not trying to threaten you or anything, I just want let you know, we do keep a few samurais at home and I know where exactly they were kept.  Please give me some real advice or something than a "be patient" because obviously, I'm running out of it. Oh and father, please don't make me recite prayers too much. I hate repeating stuffs.

And lastly, father, please tell the people reading this not to take me seriously because God made a flaw in creating our world. Of all things to make a flaw on, why did he not make our world idiot safe? Everywhere we go at anytime of any given day, there are bound to be people who can't take jokes and are huge idiots. Please tell God to save them too.

So, yeah. That's about all of it, father.

Amen.

English translations are provided in [braces].

Euri: sama ka nlng sakin [come with me]
The Writer: haha
The Writer: when though?
The Writer: :P
Euri: may 20
Euri: wed
Euri: are you free?
The Writer: ah.
The Writer: may 20
The Writer: first day of classes ko [my first day of class]
Euri: wag ka na pumasok [don't go to school]
The Writer: 'di pako tapos [i'm not done yet (referring to schooling)]
Euri: nyeta ang skul [fuck school]
Euri: walang mabuting idudulot yan school school na yan [you wont get anything good from going to school]
Euri: nakakasira ng barkada yan [it will only ruin your friendships/peer cirle]
Euri: tama na yan [stop that]

We're talking about going out to watch gigs and such. May 20 refers to the Velvet Darkness They Fear (reposted) gig.

Haha! If he actually ended up in the same type of student as I was, it will partly be my fault. It's partly his fault because he agreed. :P

Out Movie DVD collection. Most of them are pirated DVDs. Just because we're pro piracy. LOL! Kidding.

That Stigmata you see there is a VCD though. I bought the original CDs years ago because it's one of my favorites. I rememembered my mom buying the original Titanic VCDs too.

This is an action figure of Son Goku from Dragon Ball: Evolution. To be honest, Dragon Ball: Evolution has the UGLIEST character representation of Dragon Ball, and this action figure, therefore, makes it the UGLIEST of all action figures of Dragon Ball I've seen so far. And the painful part there is that it's made by Bandai too. We used have an entire collection of Dragon Ball actions figures from Son Goku down to the weakest character Chiaotzu of which were all made from Bandai too. But this, is totally depressing. Thank you very much, Bandai, for ruining my night.

It's an event by Subkulture this coming May 20th 2009 at 6 Underground, Pearl Plaza Pearl Drive, Ortigas Center, Pasig City. The Gig will start at 8:30pm. The entrace fee is Php 150 with free beer.

My attendance will depend if I found people to go with.  So if you are coming, it wouldn't hurt send a bat my way, dark ones. =)

I saw this dead frog lying in the street across our gate, this morning. It's in the area about a feet or two away from our car, so it's probably not our car who run over it. I actually stood and sat there under the heat of the sun, when it's around noon time, to add, just to take a picture of it using my super lame cellphone camera.

That white T-shaped thing is its bones. The dark or black area was probably his blood and internal organs. It already dried up when I saw it so I wasn't able to see its intestines and such. Either way, it's quite facinating. Bearing the heat was worth it. I'm pretty satisfied. :)

This is an old mechanical calculator. And it's still in working condition. I tested it myself and it still added the numbers I inputed. Although, it's actually hard to use since you need to push this and that just to add. It was actually owned by my deseased grandfather. And I'm not sure what year exactly was it when he had this one, probably some 1950's or something. By the way, it's actually prety heavy. It took me all that I had to lift that for about, uhm, a few seconds. ^^;

Have I not told you of how much I LOVE him?

Now, hate me.

PS: Image taken by Marcossius.