Nuit Blanche

2003-06-13T22:13:00.000-07:00

Greetings. One more day to go before school. Damn.

To all my classmates at II-3, here's what I've gathered about our classroom:
Saint: Rose of Lima
Adviser: Ms. Canlayo/Calayo [whatever. i forgot.]
Status: DD class [aaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuggghh!!!!!!!!!!]

DXE 124

It's not a plate number. First one to figure out what it means gets P50 from me. Pardon my stinginess.

2003-06-06T22:43:00.000-07:00

Hello there. I'm back at last. I can only go surfing on Saturdays, though. My modem's still dead. For the next five weeks, I'll be accessing the Web through an Informatics computer. Yup, I took a Photoshop class. I had to move my karate, though. Nyanya...

Only a few more days 'til school. Bleh. At least I'll be able to see stuff I haven't seen for a long time. Heeheehee. ;)

I'm thinking of getting myself a new blog at Pitas, but if I push through, I'll need to find a commenting plug-in that works with Pitas' system. Hn.

Why do some people think that long-time enemies can never stop using each other?

Meteor Garden is freaky. Lei kinda looks like Sieghart from Rave, though.

Bwahahahahahaha!!!!!!

Hn. As usual, please forgive my insanity.

2003-03-07T15:29:00.000-08:00

The following was supposed to be yesterday's post, but my ISP screwed up.

I have no intention whatsoever to become a carpenter.
We fixed up our chairs last Wednesday. Sandpaper, varnish... hn. Thanks to the aroma of efficascent [?!] oil lingering in the air, our classroom smelled like a senior citizen drenched in paint. Blech.

I have no intention whatsoever to become a laundrywoman.
THE practicum was today. I put laundry clips on my pigtails. Mrs. Magtrayo messed up our clothes. *Some* people need to know how to share faucets. [ju, you know who *she* is. grr. wanna kick her?] I got a measly 25 out of 30 because I forgot to turn my wash inside out. Laundering is weird. When I get my own house, I'm going to be sensible and spend my hard-earned moolah on a washing machine instead of a cumbersome pail and basin set. Gah...

Bathing is good.
Tuesday -- karate. I came home, sticky. What did I do? Bathe.
Wednesday -- sanding. I came home, dusty. What did I do? Bathe.
Thursday -- clubs. Room 2 was too hot for my liking. I came home, needing a temperature change. What did I do? Bathe.
Today -- practicum and first Friday mass. I got incinerated in my gala uniform. Good thing I brought my normal uniform . Laundering, as I've stated before, was hell. I came home, hot and dirty. What did I do? Bathe!! Mwahahahahahaha!!!!!!!

Please pardon my insanity. To those of you licensed to bonk me on the head [this means you, nana], please do so before I start observing Frances' breathing patterns.

[Breathing patterns? Hee!
Frances: (sleeping)
Me: (bored, sits in front of Frances) Oooh... The great Frances is inhaling...
exhaling...
inhaling...
exhaling...
Frances: (wakes up, freaked out)
Ah... the things one does to thwart boredom. Mwahahaha!]

My parents made me listen to 80's music while driving home. Eurgh. I should've brought my D-man.

Hey...
Abi, my PS7 CD on Monday.
Frances, my Macromedia/Adobe CD on Monday.
Ju, my PhP10 on Monday.
'laine, we talk on Monday. If you don't, give me back my money. -glare-

Today is March 8. Happy birthday, Rej!! Matanda ka na!

Na, hope ya pass both your DD tests!

Off to karate, then. Bwahahahaha!

2003-03-01T23:57:00.000-08:00

I'm Still Here -- Johnny Rzeznik

I am a question to the world,
Not an answer to be heard.
All a moment that's held in your arms.
And what do you think you'd ever say?
I don't listen anyway…
You ignore me,
And I’ll never be what you want me to be.

And what do you think you'd understand?
I'm a boy, not a man.
You can take me and throw me away.
And how can you learn what's never shown?
Yeah, you stand here all alone.
They don't know me 'cause I'm not here.

And I want a moment to be real,
Wanna touch things I don't feel,
Wanna hold on and feel I belong.
And how can the world want me to change,
They’re the ones that stay the same.
The don’t know me,
'Cause I’m not here.

And you see the things they never see
All you wanted, I could be
Now you know me, and I'm not afraid
And I wanna tell you who I am
Can you help me be a man?
They can break me
As long as I know who I am

And I want a moment to be real,
Wanna touch things I don't feel,
Wanna hold on and feel I belong.
And how can the world want me to change,
They’re the ones that stay the same.
They can’t see me,
But I’m still here.

They can’t tell me who to be,
‘Cause I’m not what they see.
And the world is still sleepin’,
While I keep on dreamin’ for me.
And they’ll want to just whispers,
And lies that I’ll never believe.

And I want a moment to be real,
Wanna touch things I don't feel,
Wanna hold on and feel I belong.
And how can the world want me to change,
They’re the ones that stay the same.
I’m the one now,
‘Cause I’m still here.

I’m the one,
‘Cause I’m still here.
I’m still here.
I’m still here.
I’m still here.

I just saw Treasure Planet. The animation was gorgeous, but the plot left much to be desired. Bleh.

Geez, there's school again tomorrow.

2003-03-01T02:36:00.000-08:00

Wow. It's been long -- too long -- since I last posted. Hn.

I'm not sick anymore! Mwahahaha!

Writer's block is bad. I'm still slightly suffering from it.

Can mint really make you sterile? As in, unable to reproduce? Hm...

Prosecution. I am the prosecution. Is that bad?

Today, Saturday, was supposed to be hyper day, but I had to go to school. Bleh. What could be worse than school on a weekend?

Blargh!! Mwahahaha!

2003-02-21T18:17:00.000-08:00

38 degrees Celsius. Two layers of blankets... still freezing.

I am sick. I do not like being sick. I do not like being sick because I cannot do things that I normally do, such as attend my karate classes.

No classes next Monday and Tuesday, extra day of school next Saturday. I hate school. I do not want to spend my Saturday listening to Sir Bau drone on and on about simple machines. I do not want to take Miss Camacho's asinine summative test either.

I can't think of anything yaoi. Damn, I need to heal soon. Na, maybe I should've gone home last Friday like you said. Hn.

2003-02-19T01:43:00.000-08:00

Miss Tidon said to immortalize what we did for Homeroom today. Here goes...

Diane is patient, Diane is kind.
Diane is not jealous, or self-important, or puffed up.
Diane is not rude and does not seek her own interests.
Diane is not quick-tempered.
Diane is not quick-tempered.
Diane does not brood over injury.
Diane does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth.
Diane bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Ah, finished. Those lines do not personify me.

Alpo tastes a lot better than Eukanuba. Yes, I taste my dog's food. Wanna try some with me?

My parents' masseuse came over. They decided who was to go first in a very strange way: paper-scissors=rock. Second childhood? Hn.

There are frogs (doused in formaline) lining the sophomore's section of the fourth floor corridor. Cool.

Our morality play's due tomorrow. =crosses fingers=

2003-02-17T04:54:00.000-08:00

Why does Sir Bau always wear orange? Weird...

Nuit Blanche 7, coming soon.

Rej's blog, coming soon.

New layouts for DEM and Bipolar... ehehehe...

2003-02-15T20:56:00.000-08:00

Goodbye Haloscan, hello Squawkbox. Bwahaha!

My annoying cousins came to visit. They've infiltrated every part of the house, except for the computer room, where I'm currently hiding out. It'll be a matter of time until they come to "attack". =shudder=

I hate socializing. Hn.

2003-02-15T20:21:00.000-08:00

Damn. Haloscan isn't working....

2003-02-15T05:10:00.000-08:00

One-act play for Speech... check.

History position paper... check.

THE proj... half done. Spray painting is fun, even if I don't know how to hold the can properly.

English essay... damn. I'm torn between wanting to sob uncontrollably and wanting to kill the person who invented essay-writing. Btw, if Anubis and Hades battled, who d'you think would win? Nyaa...

Why do people always stare whenever 'laine and I go to the canteen together? It's not like we're married, y'know. Pasalamat nga kayo na peace na kami eh...

Abi, Nana's the one with the new blog. Can't give you the url, though. Haven't got any permission yet. Marunong na nga pala ako nung patterns sa Photoshop. Click on the stampy thingy...

Nana, thanks lots for virtually bonking me.

Tricia... gumagana ba yung haloscan sa pitas? La lang...

Frances.... .... ... rabid meatloaf! Mwahahahaha!

Ana, may kihon na ba kayo? I worship thee...

Qara... what do you call the font you used for Abi's link buttons?

G'night.

2003-02-14T21:42:00.000-08:00

Wai..... no karate today.... ...damned homework...

Our living room turned pink...

Meteora comes out on March 21. Linkin Park...

What'd you do if you saw two girls kissing?

I'm using my emoticons too much. Someone slap me!

2003-02-14T04:23:00.000-08:00

Woot! Someone's got a new blog!

2003-02-10T04:48:00.000-08:00

-_-

:)

;)

XD

X_X

>=<

@_@

Damn, I've got too much time on hand -- I made these crude emoticons myself. Hn...

2003-02-08T16:24:00.000-08:00

Damn. I'm getting really pissed with the Blogger ad up there. Should I move to Pitas or something?

Hn... off to mass. I'm in dark colors, as always, but no one really minds... except for the ancient crones who reek of White Flower and wear long-sleeved blouses coupled with ankle-length skirts. Yeah, =those= kinds of senior citizens. Fortunately, my grandmother wasn't like that -- at least that's what my parents told me. She died before I came out of my mom's uterus...

Nyaa... wala parin akong load. Any generous donors? ^_______________^

2003-02-08T02:37:00.000-08:00

Quizzes

You are: BARBECUE SAUCE! You're sort of a bitter
child with an attitude.

---What fast food condiment are you?---
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Chicken McNuggets - Fairly popular, but not the
general public's choice

What McDonald's food are you?
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The Powerful Red Dragon is your guide. Conflicts,
Destruction, Devestation, Good, Evil... It's
all really about Power. But how much of
yourself is yours and how much is your masters'?

What sort of Dragon watches over you?
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2003-02-08T01:52:00.000-08:00

It's been a long time since I last posted... Hn.

I'm out of load. -_-

Sir Oliver's a really good substitute for Sir Chino. He likes to elaborate on terms. ^_^

Valentine's Day is on Friday. Eurgh...

Kissing is weird. Really weird. Don't look at me like *that*.

Gah...

Frances, I'm done with your template. Kaso, nakalimutan ko username at password mo... Tapos may layout ka na... Nyaa... @_@

Na, your template's not done yet, but I've already created your account.

Does anybody else want me to make blog templates for their blogs?

I'm hungry....

I hate Sir Bau.

I hate Sir Paz.

Sister Agana has..... feet. Yeah, *feet*.

No offense. I am merely a bored fourteen-year-old.

Money...

Tomatoes. Pelt me with tomatoes.

2003-01-31T15:18:00.000-08:00

Cougar

What Is Your Animal Personality?
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Yes, I'm up. Damned maids...

2003-01-31T02:20:00.000-08:00

Damn. I don't know what to feel today. Everything's a blur... a mangled kaleidoscope of discord....

Maybe I'm depressed...

Depressed? Moi?

...that isn't like me.

...

...whatever.

Filipino: Nothing much. There's a quiz about chapters 9-12 of Canal dela Reina on Monday, one-sixers. Drag...
Science: Sir Bau looks like a fag. Sir Bau IS a fag. Sir Paz looks gay. Sir Paz IS gay. Did you know that those two collaborate to make quizzes?
THE: Argh. Practicum. At least me and my groupmates were only assigned the living room. Frances and Rej got the bathroom. The utility rack's the easiest project I've ever received. Finally, no more bleeding fingers... ^_^
English: Mrs. Flores went hunting today. She called me, Ardelle, then Bettina, and many others who were just minding their own businesses. Damn you, Alex. Stop acting like a vacuum cleaner!
Math: Point... slope... y=mx + b... y-y1=m(x - x1)... i fell asleep, y'know...

Rej talked to me about the prom during dismissal. 'twas a very sick topic, but at least it killed the ennui surrounding us..
She said that my mom would most probably be the one who'd pick out a date for me. Excuse me, I won't be taking a "date". If I do attend, I'll be going stag. If I had the chance, I'd probably even spike the punch. Sheesh. No offense, but I think proms are extremely trivial gatherings with no sense whatsoever. Peace.

2003-01-28T03:44:00.000-08:00

Woo! Version 6.0!

This is my first layout constructed mainly with DIV tags. I've still got to modify stuff, though. ^__^

Credits go to Adobe Photoshop, Blogger, and Haloscan.

We watched a movie after lunch today. It was about sneakers, running, and goldfish. What puzzles me is where the film took place. Turkey? Israel? @_@

I didn't attend karate today 'cause a severely damned cold decided to plague my system. =sniff=
A few minutes after my mom picked me up, I saw Sir Paz and Sir Bau walking together. The latter had apparently told the former a joke, who in turn, laughed like a girl. Damn, is Sir Paz gay? Sheesh... they look like a couple. Ugh.

I've still got my Peace site and an English essay to do. Na, if you're here, comment, please? Sankyuu!
Scythie here, signing off.

2003-01-27T03:32:00.000-08:00

Nuit Blanche 6, coming soon. Rawr.

2003-01-26T18:12:00.000-08:00

Sheesh. People have no respect for insomniacs nowadays.

A perfect example is Alex, my annoying suck-up classmate. A few minutes after I had gone back to bed, she called to ask me about frames and column definitions. Having no energy to throw a tirade at her, I answered her questions as politely as I could.

I thought it was over, but she rang again, repeatedly. By the time she called thrice, I was about to commit homicide. Good thing I didn't. Geez... I hope she doesn't call anymore.

Then again, the more I make her think I'm "nice and friendly", the more I can use her to my advantage. Mwahahahaha!!!

I feel really weird. I feel like I need a hug. Damn... why?

Sleep? Screw sleep. I can't do so anymore. =glares at the phone=

2003-01-26T15:06:00.000-08:00

Can't sleep.

Finally, the fair's ended. The school administration could've done better. Oh well...

Kudos to all the AAK people who participated in yesterday's tourney!

I've got two bruises on my left forearm, products of kumite training last Saturday. But hey, at least I was able to give decent hits to my purple opponent. ^_^

Poofy poofy....

Good night.

2003-01-24T03:54:00.000-08:00

Our school fair started today. Boring.

Don't ever ride the Horror Train. You'll end up wasting your thirty pesos. Seriously, it's extremely pathetic. Are we supposed to be scared of a freaky man in a mask? I think not.

I've currently got the taste of liver lingering in my mouth, but it's none of your business. =smirk=

Ana, Abbie, and all the AAK people: Good luck in the tourney! Kick ass! Mwahahaha!
Qara: How's the bandwidth prob? Hope it's ok...
'laine: Tuloy pa ba ung sa Sunday? XD

Drool... Aya...

Your Weiss Kreuz Yaoi Pairing Is...
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2003-01-22T02:30:00.000-08:00

Wargh... I hate being under time pressure. I'm not supposed to be blogging because I've still got an English report to finish, but hey, duty calls me to post snippets of my annoying life on the Web. Yes, I'm a blogaholic. Is there any help for me? Probably not. XD

I'm almost done with my interactive website about [twitch] peace. Our school absolutely loves peace. Peace poems, peace songs, peace essays, peace plays... what next? Peace food?

I've gotten over my annoyance for "Passenger Seat". The song on my explosion gauge is now "Only Selfless Love".I know I'm not supposed to diss a song about world peace and the Big Guy, but Jamie Rivera's voice is extremely irritating. [i.e.: where pheace and mhercy rheeeign, where fhaith and hophe remhain, where lhife bhegins and ehnds in God's ehmbrashe... =her voice is too... breathy=]

Hey God, I'm sorry if I offended you with my ranting. I'm a bad girl, I know. Please forgive my idiocy. [crosses]

HR time was fun today. Woohoo!

My train of thought's been cut short. Back to work, then...

2003-01-19T02:23:00.000-08:00

If I hear Passenger Seat one more time, I swear I'll explode. The song's nice, but I've heard it too many times. Argh.

Hoobastank. I love Hoobastank. They've got an ugly name, but their songs make up for it.

Someone's singing Sk8er Boi outside. Must be Diego -- he's the only one with a voice that loud.

My thumb bled for no apparent reason. Freaky.

Kim Possible is an annoying little ditz. Burn in hell!!

My dad's gone to Singapore for a Caltex golf tournament. I wish I could go...

I hate school.

Kingdom Hearts... one word: drool. I want a PS2!!!

Ooh, lookie. I'm an Italian.

What's your Inner European?
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2003-01-18T03:13:00.000-08:00

Bloody hell.

I'm tired of writing scripts. I don't see the point of Sky's asking Bettina and I to write in Filipino, when in the first place, we were chosen because of our English. I'm a disgrace to my mother tongue, I know. -_-

I'm tired of hearing insults from =certain karate people= who think that I can't hear them. Guess again.
Karate's supposed to enhance your self-control, dammit! I'm already trying my best to cage my temper, so why don't =you= attempt to control your insatiable urge to gossip? Grr...

Bloodier hell.

2003-01-14T05:01:00.000-08:00

Finally, my first karate session since I got sick. ^_^

Now that Ana and Abbie are green as well, I don't have to worry about being the odd one out. Abbie says the green kata [whatever its name is...] requires us to roll at some certain point. Sweet.

I've gone rusty, though. I can't kick properly. Training!!!
[ana & abbie: double session k sa Saturday, 1030-130. kyo?]

As for my kumite mastery... nothing's changed. Hell, I suck. If I ever went head to head with any of the Saiyuki boys, I'd be dead in less than two seconds. @_@

On a final note, I'd like to say that scriptwriting sucks!!! My finicky director looks like she wants to rewrite everything. God, it's Sabina all over again...

[in case you didn't know, Sabina's the name of a play Qara, Abbie, Abi and I worked so hard on, to no avail. -_-]

Anyways, to lighten things up, here's a quiz made by Qara. Don't you just luurve what she's done?

Which main LoTR bad guy are you?

2003-01-10T22:55:00.000-08:00

Which Italian Car Are You?

by Auto Glass America

Damn. I've got too much to do. I think I liked it better when I was bored...

Nothing much has changed since school restarted: *we* aren't at peace yet, people still call me a human dictionary [damn...], and Sister Agana still hasn't bought a new pair of sandals. What has ceased to remain the same is Ms. Pacinos -- they say she resigned, but I've a feeling that she was fired due to her incompetence [serves her right!]. In her place is Sir Bau. He's quite boring, but at least I'm learning something from him. The guy probably gives killer quizzes. The look on his face [prior to announcing the date] was quite menacing. Hmm...

The PAASCU people are so annoying. Since they're coming on February, they've decreed that no activities should be held within the month in question. 'cause of that, we students have been forced to rush certain projects such as the songfest, the morality play, and the school fair. I really don't think such requirements are needed to evaluate a school, but that's just me. Nakakaasar lang talaga.

I hate dentists. My mom dragged me to one earlier. Sure, I can endure shots from doctors, but having someone poke stuff inside my mouth is another story. Grr....

I haven't attended a karate session ever since I upgraded. I'm a disgrace. Things kept coming up -- I got sick, we had to practice for our songfest [kudos to Abbie!], and I was scheduled to go to the dentist as well as attend a family reunion today. I'm not even supposed to be blogging, as Bettina, Roxanne, and I have to finish the script for our morality play. It's hectic, but I'm not complaining. Because of my fully-booked Saturday, I don't have time to attend the school's Family Day. ^_^

I've still got to go to that reunion. I'll probably be the photographer, as usual...

2003-01-06T01:21:00.000-08:00

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Which Saiyuki Character are you?
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Which Yami no Matsuei Character are You?
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I happen to like Hisoka a lot, thank you. Any problems?

2003-01-05T22:24:00.000-08:00

Classes start tomorrow. I'm gonna have to see my teachers' faces again. Drag...

Ah, the high school faculty. They're much freakier than their grade school predecessors. From what I've seen, it's the males who are the most bizarre. Take Sir P and Sir J, for example. The former's a prick [as his students call him], he looks like he's never bathed, and he acts like a washed-up faggot. The latter, on the other hand, looks like a perverted monkey [Goku??]. And then there're also the weird teachers: ones who come out from behind blackboards [x = y], ones with severe grammatical errors [ruther ; putten], and ones that are just... weird. Sigh...

I'm such an evil girl. I shouldn't be ranting about the teachers this way. I still respect them, mind you. I did keep their names private, after all.

For the nth time, I'm really bored again. I don't feel like doing anything, yet I want to kill the ennui plaguing my being. Am I cursed?

2003-01-05T01:28:00.000-08:00

Great. Just when I've started to recover from my fever, my reproductive system suddenly decided to remove its wastes. Yep, I've got the visitor. It's strange that I didn't experience PMS, though. Augh, dysmenorrhea... here we go again...

Would anyone care to take my second quiz? [hopeful grin]

2003-01-02T18:02:00.000-08:00

Wai... quizzes. I'm still sick, and I've got nothing else to do. Stupid fever. Everyone's not bothered by the climate, while here I am, bundled up in a blanket, freezing. Geez...

Thwack
What's Your Anime Power?

Btw, did you know that Philadelphia cheese, Bega cheddar, and pitted green olives taste good on whole wheat bread? Lots of calories, I know, but it's the one of the few things I'm allowed to eat while suffering from this stupid illness. Yum...

2003-01-01T19:42:00.000-08:00

Take the MA test!

Just a drill. Does anybody have ideas for my next online quiz? Give 'em to me, please!

2003-01-01T19:15:00.000-08:00

Solitude is now hosted by Heavenspit. See ya, Geoshitties!

2003-01-01T19:13:00.000-08:00

I'm bored. Really bored. So bored that I'd be willing to kiss a really ugly bishonen. Is there even such a thing? Hn...

I need to do something.

2002-12-31T08:40:00.000-08:00

New Year's Eve/Night/Day/Midnight/Whatever. Um, am I supposed to be happy again? =scratches head=

We didn't have any annoying cheek-pinching relatives this year. Yay! No money, though. I tried worming some out of my mom, but she said that she was showering me with too much already. Too much? You can never have too much money! Mwahahahahahaha!

...that was freaky. Nevermind.

I now know how it feels to have smoke under your nose for a prolonged period of time. So that's why Sanzo always feels cranky. He'd better quit smoking...

Wai, 2003. I guess I'll be making mistakes on date-writing again...

2002-12-29T19:41:00.000-08:00

I'm feeling a little better now. My guts still hurt, though. It won't be long 'til I can instill fear into my PlayStation-hogging brother again. Mwahahahaha!

I surfed into the FFX-2 site. Good Lord, Yuna looks sluttier than ever! On another site, I saw Rikku's new render. I liked her first version, but now she's no more than a cheap hooker wannabe. Is it just me, or are the guys at Squaresoft turning into perverted monkeys?

2002-12-28T18:43:00.000-08:00

Today's such a "wonderful" day. Goddamit, who am I kidding?

I woke up at 3 AM due to unbearable pains coming from my accursed stomach. I nearly hurled my insides out. I went back to bed, hoping to reenter dreamland, but noooo, my frickin' system just HAD to kill its antibodies.

By 8 AM [when everyone else had woken up], I looked like roadkill. Dearest mother, responsible parent that she is, forced me to ingest two horrible tasting medicines. I was burning hot, she said, and thus unfit to go gallivanting outside. No problem with that, but when I found out that the rest of the family was leaving me with our oh-so-religious maids, my views changed. I wasn't about to be exorcised by two paranoid provincial women who abhor anything "unholy". Geez, I may look like one, but I'm not a Satanist.

[crosses self] See? I'm not melting!

So, here I am, hiding out in the computer work area, ranting about my "scintillating" Sunday.

What more could I want?

More stamina and a better immune system, perhaps? Wai...

PS stats:
ff7: still no omnislash.
ff8: disc 3. trying to get bahamut and eden.
ff9: still can't obliterate ozma's butt at level 95.
LoL: bah, i've given up on the aluru. i guess i'll try to get juggernaut instead.

2002-12-27T23:25:00.000-08:00

Augh... I'm running a fever and my stomach hurts. My mom keeps saying that I got sick due to too much gaming, but I think otherwise. Did I get bitten by something?

Well, at least I'm not hacking my lungs out... yet. Hn... I had to skip karate earlier.

Stamina... I need it bad...

2002-12-26T20:05:00.000-08:00

D'you know what I've been doing? I was saturating myself with RPG games.

Two days ago, I began FF8. V-kun and I were supposed to race like we did with FF9, but... =evil smirk=
Currently, I'm on disc 2, trying to get Odin at level 42. I need to train more... I loathe Irvine and Rinoa... no 'ffense...

Cloud, RedXIII, and Yuffie are at level 90, thanks to the Knights of the Round summon materia. I can't finish the Battle Square sidequest. Wai... Omnislash...

Since I absolutely abhor him, Amarant's the only one at level 57, a stark contrast to the other FF9 characters at levels of about 90-95. I wish there was an easier way to defeat the Yans on Vile Island...

I'm trying to absorb an Aluru for Van. Damn, why is he the slowest Seru-absorber? Curse you, Legend of Legaia...

My poor eyes...

Btw, I present to you... Nuit Blanche 5. It's red... XD

Gotta go. Where DOES my mom keep the eyedrops?

2002-12-24T06:57:00.000-08:00

2002-12-23T16:22:00.000-08:00

Tomorrow will be Christmas. Am I supposed to jump for joy?

I woke up this morning in an extremely odd position indeed. I was on the floor [as usual], but this time, my Genso wallscroll [thanks, Na!] was positioned on top of me. 'twas strange that I didn't asphyxiate. I've really got to hang that thing up more properly...

My clock reads 8:14. I can't sleep. Wai...

Perfecting an RPG is such a meticulous job. Have you ever tried to make all the characters from FF7 and FF9 reach level 99? Have you ever tried absorbing all the Seru in Legend of Legaia? Have you ever tried getting all the characters from Suikoden 2? I have, and doing them all at the same time has harassed my reflexes and instincts too much.

Btw, did you know that Solitude's up? Take the Martial Arts test for me, 'kay? It's in the miscellany section. ^_________^

ScytheWielder here, signing off. I've got to get back to dreamland, somehow. Grr.

2002-12-21T22:42:00.000-08:00

I'm still alive. What, you thought I could die from too much school and karate tests? =smirk=

The ThiQua exams were okay, I guess.

Due to Ms. Pacinos' incompetence, we were exempted from answering certain parts of the GenSci test. Sweet deal, but Sir Paz looked like he hadn't bathed in days. Is he gay?

Math was easier than I thought. The last part was a bit unclear, though.

Ms. Regala's test was extremely amusing, but she should've nixed the innuendo contained in the shape poetry she gave us to decode.
How many fleas are making love in the old bearskin rug? How should =I= know?! I don't go around humping people!

The minor subjects were pretty simple too. Let's hope everyone gets good grades. XD

On the other hand, I barely passed the green-7th kyu test. I know, I should've practiced more. Maybe then I would've fared better in kumite. Zero points is a bit hard on your ego, ya know. When time comes for my blue-6th kyu test, I've got to kick ass. I seriously want to sink a *sanbon into a certain sempai's head. =smirk=

[*sanbon :: a three-point blow]

Sir Rex can really get on your nerves whenever he wants to. Here's what he did when I went to the desk for my results:

Sir Rex: [deliberately staring at me] O, baka may mga umiyak diyan...
Me: [twitch twitch glare glare]
Sir Rex: [focusing] Ano?
Me: [saccharinely smirking]
Sir Rex: [bewildered]

I find glare-grin combinations to be extremely advantageous against people like him. You should try it out sometime. ^__^

2002-12-12T01:25:00.000-08:00

Religion: Boring. I slept right in front of Ms. Bondoc. Rude, huh? Sorry.
Recess: Ate Erika from the fourth year suddenly pulled me to the Math room for an interview, along with a few other freshmen. I was the only one who had grim answers =sigh=. Then she said that we'd be interviewed three more times, with chocolate as payment for our services. Geez, I hate bribery.
English: We were supposed to practice for our choral interpretation, but my group ended up doing nothing. Thank you so much, Bela, for being the number one pain in my ass for today. Grr.
Math: I hate graphing inequalities.
Lunch: Multimedia center. Wrote two poems for our English compilation. Rushed to the canteen. Potato cubes...
Science: Drag. I want to kill Ms. Pacinos so badly. Poor Na, she's turning into a vegetable due to the insufficient education she's been getting. Honestly, I think I like stingy Sir Paz better than our idiotic excuse for a Science teacher.
Study Period: Didn't study. Sang obscene rhymes instead.

Such a freaky day. Hn...

2002-12-10T04:14:00.000-08:00

Screw this day. My dys worsened. I feel like I'm being stabbed repeatedly. I got stained twice, and I nearly hurled. Currently, my vision's still blurry. It's a miracle that I'm able to see the keyboard, though. Hn...

The fireman's drag looks exactly like the missionary position. I'll be taking my practicum next week. Can't we just work with nonliving replicas instead of living students? Geez, the school's trying to indirectly promote yuri. Ugh.

Softball? Fuck softball. I couldn't focus well enough to bat, pitch, or catch. Fuck dysmenorrhea. [I don't care how innuendo-ish that sounded.]

Sir Rex substituted for Sir Chino. He was nice, but my moves weren't. "Kulang ka sa practice," he said. How true. I'm surprised I'm even capable of keeping up [albeit erringly] with Ana and Abbie. Banzai...

To make matters worse, I'm going to be the first room sixer to recite my Filipino speech/talumpati tomorrow. Dana suggested that I speak about suicide. 'twas a good idea, but I couldn't think of anything that would help cram the said thought into three minutes' worth of spoken words. Not to worry, though. I've got a backup topic. =smirk=

Tomorrow, I'll be bringing two unused napkins. One for my change, and the other for my speech. Dysmenorrhea, I shall finally get my revenge on you. Bwahahahahahaha -- ouch! -- hahahahaha!!

Tricia showed me a picture of *her* during dismissal. [It was probably Bela's, since her ditzy face was in it as well.] *She* looked like a guy. What are my classmates trying to do, creep me out to death? Whatever.

V-kun, if you're so antisocial, why do you still hang out with your friends? La lng. It's true, I like being alone as well, I'm not about to live my life as a hermit. Other people have uses too, but I'd rather have them working under me than have them work with me.

Sorry if I sound stuck-up, but I was only being myself. If I offended any of you, I apologize. Chill.

2002-12-08T19:57:00.000-08:00

Dysmenorrhea sucks.

I like blood, but not when it's coming from DOWN THERE! Damn, I had to skip karate because my system suddenly decided to bleed today! Argh!!!!!!

I'm 1/4 done with Solitude, my new page. Hee hee hee... ouch. Stupid abdomen cramps. Must. Withstand. Pain...

Is it just me, or is everything going blurrrrrry?

2002-12-06T23:48:00.000-08:00

Post deux.

This pic is absolutely SICK. Traumatizing, ne?

Sanzo looks anorexic in this one, but he's still HOT!

hn...

2002-12-06T16:01:00.000-08:00

Got home last night at 6. Was too tired to blog until today.

We didn't have classes because it was the end of Ramadan. Let's all thank the Muslims!

Unfortunately, I got forced into attending a company party my dad was invited to. I was contented sitting in a corner with my phone and my GBA, but nooo... all the adults kept forcing me to "socialize". They knew I was going to be a burden, yet they still brought me. Hn...

The Saiyuki ep [Tomfool! Tomboy!] I watched was incredibly stupid. Lilin can burn in heaven.

2002-12-05T05:13:00.000-08:00

Pardon the abrupt thought transitions in the following paragraph. I'm drained.

Marian celebration. Boring. I hate the wind. It kept blowing out my candle. Counted the passing airplanes during the mass. Total count was 11. Thought about being a logistics person in the military/air force. Save the world, kick terrorist butt. My phone got confiscated, but I got it back. I liked staying in the darkness of the gym, but I hated the stupid performances done by my schoolmates. [no offense] I was forced to go home early. I hate hamburgers. I wish my mom brought me something from Kitaro instead. Got mad at Ju and Reg earlier. I need to control my anger -- I nearly threw cuss words at them. Talked to Kimi, the only yaoi person in Bettina's group. We got along pretty well... I think. Sison visited. 'twas nice to see a former Paulinian.

I need sleep...

2002-12-03T05:44:00.000-08:00

Parasites, do you know why I answer your questions? So that you'll become dependent on other people. In the future, when you've got your own jobs, you'll end up as failures because you require the work of others to progress. Mwahahahaha!!

Pardon that, please. I needed to vent out my rage for my plagiarist classmates. I don't think I'll be able to stand another "Diane, anong sagot dito?" anymore. I hope none of you are offended. Peace.

Lots of strange things happened at karate class. When I entered the dojo, Monique ambushed me and began pinching my cheeks while exclaiming, "Diane, ang cute mo talaga!". Cute? Pff, I think not. Freaky.

Minutes had passed before we started clamoring for Sir Chino's presence. He said (through Abbie's phone) that he was stuck in traffic, but he was probably fixing stuff for his marriage to Ma'am Kat on Sunday. How sweet ^_^. He left us with our sempais to practice the bunkai. We finished successfully, but we weren't as serious as compared to when Sensei was there.

Something was definitely wrong with Monique today. In between bunkai training, she started turning almost all the orange-belter's pigtails/ponytails into buns. In Ana's opinion, I ended up looking like Chun Li. Abbie, on the other hand, purportedly looked like Soi from Fushigi Yuugi. Wai...

Ya know, being part of the military's logistics team isn't a bad future job. I don't know why, but wouldn't it feel sadistically great to plan sieges and rescue operations? ^______^

Where the heck do I get these ideas? My brain must be malfunctioning...

2002-12-02T04:45:00.000-08:00

Post deux for the day.

Finished my poetic analysis. One down, two more to go.

Maybe I'll make another ppt for my Creative Math -- Ms. Camacho always takes delight in those...

As for my mittens and slippers, they're hopeless. I've been stung by a needle for too many times already. Is that why my anemia's acting up again?

Argh... I think I'm allergic to chicken popcorn. Must. Not. Scratch. Cheeks. Wai...

2002-12-02T02:01:00.000-08:00

It finally happened.

No, I'm not pregnant, you dolt. My days of hyperness have ended at last. It's back to being gothic old me. You haven't noticed? Did you ever stop to think of the possibilities of my using a facade?

Blood. I wonder how it tastes like? Am I saying this because I lack blood in my system, or because of my vampirish tendencies?

I vant to bite your neck... mwahahahahaha!

The novelty of being hyper just wore off. Besides, I'm tired of answering questions from classmates who assume I'm a "nice, approachable girl". True, I may be able to help, but only if I feel like it. It's the survival of the fittest, so why should the weak survive?

[no offense to everyone. the evil diane is back, after all.]

I wish I had a weapon similar to Sanzo's revolver.... oooh, the fun I could have with it...

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2002-12-01T00:00:00.000-08:00

Waaaaai....
I haven't started on my Creative Math. I haven't started on my mittens. The only thing I HAVE started on is my Poetic Analysis. Oooh... I hate schoolwork. Then again, who doesn't?

Christina Aguilera is a fucking whore. Did you see what she was wearing at the Awards? I like bondage myself, but she's gone way overboard. Ugh.

Despite my impending deadlines, I'm surfing the web nonchalantly. Maybe if I download enough Sanzo/Alex B./Joe/Tom data, I'll be able to snap out of my laziness...

2002-11-30T02:46:00.000-08:00

A bloody bishonen. Macabre and beautiful at the same time. =grin=

Nyaaaaaa...

Yesterday was Sanzo's birthday, but I wasn't able to celebrate because I got forced into attending my creepy cousin's birthday party. I begged my mom to let me stay home, but nooooooooo, she said I needed to "socialize". Why must mothers always make you do things according to their preferences?

I brought my GBA along to avoid boredom. It failed miserably, since another of my cousins kept asking for a turn. I couldn't refuse, practically the entire clan was watching my moves. In return, he lent me one of his cartridges, a chess simulator. Surprisingly, it was fun -- the computer was stupid even at the highest difficulty level.

We got home at 10 PM, thus leaving me without time to go online. I could've stayed up all night if it weren't for my karate practice (see below) today. It's been a long time since I've attended due to our Jazz chants. Despite our efforts, neither us nor room 3 won. Poor Sky and Ana Marie... Poor Bia...

Non sequitur to the depressing train of thoughts chugging along this entry, I think I've got a new bishie to add to my list. I'm beginning to =like= Alex Band for no particular reason. I just saw Could It Be Any Harder for the nth time on Channel V, and I happened to get a clear shot of his face. Boing. He got me. But why, WHY exactly do I fancy him? Because he and Sanzo-sama look alike? Maybe...

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WHY THE HECK AM I SWOONING IN PUBLIC?! Must remain stoic! Argh!!!!!!!!! =hides behind Sanzo and the rest of her bishies=

Before I go... why do Re and Ju always pair me with *her*, given the fact that =we* like almost all the same things? Gawd, we fucking HATE each other. Where's the possibility of LOVE in that? How utterly sick....

Karate class was fun!!! ^___^ I nearly fainted, though. Am I not taking enough iron supplements for my anemia? Oh well...

After training, I dragged my mom to Human. I entered empty-handed, I exited carrying stuff for the members of Demented Inc. and myself. Pity, I didn't get to buy the kick-ass green shirt they had due to lack of time...

2002-11-23T22:16:00.000-08:00

I present to you... Nuit Blanche Four. Spartan, huh? Hover over the flavors and you'll think otherwise.

The computer that contained the code for this layout short-circuited. It was a good thing I transferred the file onto a diskette. I can't view the rest of my files, though. I miss my Sanzo, Tom, and Joe images... =sniff=

The erring computer's been sent to the repair shop. What am I going to do with the computer in my father's study and this empty laptop I use to surf? Hn...

2002-11-23T19:28:00.000-08:00

=sigh=

We ran out of Almond Roca. No more sugar rushes for me. Damn.
I'll be switching layouts this afternoon -- NB4 still requires minimal tweaking. ^___^

I'm a murderer? Geez, I never thought I'd be THAT bloody in the past.

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2002-11-23T05:23:00.000-08:00

I'm back from my yaoi endeavors! =grins=

I feel mushy, in a nice sort of way. Sanzoooo-sama!!

Note to self and others who wear pants: NEVER EVER PRACTICE KARATE IN FITTED/SEMI-FITTED PANTS.
That's exactly what I did after surfing, and when I side-kicked, an ominous ripping sound followed. A long-sounding "SHIIIIIIT!!" emanated from the four corners of my bedroom. 'twas good that my parents were at another meeting. Phew. It's just too bad that I ripped one of my favorite pairs of pants. They were sinfully black...

To all you Saiyuki fangirls out there, you're bound to enjoy this. Go ahead!

2002-11-23T02:39:00.000-08:00

Nuit Blanche Four, coming soon.

I'm too busy to do something as trivial as blogging, especially when I've got tons of SxH pics to drool upon. =falls into beguiled stupor=

2002-11-22T02:29:00.000-08:00

=I= apologized.

*She* declined like an insecure brat. Why couldn't she look me straight in the eye?

I told her I was serious, but then I remembered my previous blog entry. Yep, a mistake.

But the truth is, I'm getting tired of hating her.

Then there was her blog entry which stated her want for peace. Is she that dense to think I'd fall for such an obvious trick? Bakayarou

I really wanted settlement earlier. But with the actions she's been displaying...

Now that the insignificant details have been laid down, I've got better things to rant about, such as the Jazz Chant finals on Wednesday. I got transferred to the front line, which means everyone in the whole department will get to see me screw up. Everyone's working hard, though. Even Bela put her ditzy daydreams on hiatus just to help out with the props. Wow... are the room sixers finally united?

English class was a drag. Miss was teaching us how to "properly" read poetry. Is there even a wrong way to read rhyming words strung together? I don't think so...

THE sucked as always. My slippers look extremely deformed, but I'll have to admit that they're easier to make than my basket. My fingers were constantly being pricked. Where's Sanzo when you need him? (Na, do you remember the SMS I sent you? Hee hee hee...)

Wai... Sanzo. =faint=
Geez, I guess I really do like bad guys better than good ones. Hakkai was just too angelic. =sticks tongue out=

Hey V-kun, wanna glomp?? =saintly grin=

2002-11-21T02:14:00.000-08:00

Why must you be so slow, P-Net??? Grr!

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Tuesday 21:23

The jazz chant inter-class competition is tomorrow. Good luck to the people I know in the other classrooms.

Almost the entire class stayed until six-thirty just to practice. I guess we're finally emitting sparks of unity.

Na-chan and Reg make really good pillows. Zzz...

Pop tarts have extremely catalycismic side effects on my system. Once ingesting a bite of the said pastry, I turn into a really hungry zombie. ^____^

Why do the people in my house disregard the etiquette they know by heart? My little sister ate her bacon with her hands this morning. Does she not know how to use the utensils set before her? Brother dearest kept slurping his soup at dinner. If only glares could disintegrate porcelain...

Then there's my parents. They exercise the right manners, but they never seem to want to eat silently. I have nothing against talking at the table, but at times, it ticks me off. I dislike answering queries such as: "How was your day today?" and "Did you eat properly at school?". Geez, you'd think I wasn't old enough to manage myself. Just once, I'd like to eat my meals in tranquility, without any disturbances. Hn...

Most people my age would prefer not to attend to such formalities. I don't know why I even bother. I'm quite a bizarre kid, don't you think?

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Wednesday

WE GOT CHOSEN AS ONE OF THE FINALISTS. =faint=

There's a drawback to our victory, though. While our other batchmates are frolicking around the campus, we, along with rooms 7 and 3, still have to practice. Oh well.

I actually flashed *her* a peace sign as she was cleaning up the PCH, but she didn't seem to notice. Or did she? @_@

Ei, peace. I don't care if *you* aren't serious with this because I'm not sure if I'm serious either. For now, I think I'm apologizing, but don't be surprised if I feel like hating you again. I don't know why I decided to say sorry, I don't know why this squabble grew. I don't even know why I hate you. Geez, will these queries remain shrouded forever? Argh, I'm rambling...

I've got a new obsession: Nerds. Yum. They give me a stronger sugar rush than Pop Tarts, although Almond Roca can beat those two anytime. =chomp chomp= Want some? The hyperness is kicking in. Unless otherwise marked, I'm in crazier-than-crazy mode.

()()()()
I feel like typing the entire Tarantella...

Do you remember an inn, Miranda?
Do you remember an inn?
And the tedding and the spreading
of the straw for a bedding
and the fleas that teased in the High Pyrenees
and the wine that tasted of the tar?
And the cheers and the jeers
of the young muleteers
under the vine of the dark veranda?

Do you remember an inn, Miranda?
Do you remember an inn?
And the cheers and the jeers
of the young muleteers
who hadn't got a penny
and who weren't paying any
and the hammer at the doors and the din?
and the hip! hop! hap!
Of the clap of the hands to the twirl and the swirl
of the girl
gone chancing,
glancing,
dancing,
backing and advancing,
snapping of the clapper to the spin
--out and in
and the ting! tong! tang! of the guitar
Do you remember an inn, Miranda?
Do you remember an inn?

Nevermore,
Nevermore, Miranda
Only the high peaks hoar.
and aragon a torrent at the door
No sound
in the walls of the halls where falls the tread
of the feet of the dead to the ground
No sound
but the boom
of the far waterfall like doom.

I can't believe I actually rewrote something as long as that from the top of my head...

Do you remember an inn? I sure don't... I've never been to an inn before 'cause my parents prefer hotels with pools they force us to swim in. @_@

Why the hell do young muleteers have to hang out at dark verandas? They're YOUNG, for cryin' out loud! They should be happy and carefree and all sorts of similar shit. Are they goths? Oooooooh... goths... leather... chains...

Anything soft and suitable to sleep on. Yep, that's what I want for Christmas from my few friends. I'd be satisfied with even a small packet of cotton balls. Zzzz...

I still don't know what to get Na-chan... a huge yaoi poster of Sanzo and Hakkai, perhaps? That way, I'll get to keep it since she exhibits a strong dislike for male-male pairings. Hee hee hee...
(Don't worry, Na. I'd never get you something you'd hate. 'sides, buying through the Net will take too long.)

()()()()

Before I forget, if you want to talk about me behind my back, please do so when you're out of my hearing range. Stop calling me arrogant/mayabang as well -- I already know that. Why don't you anti-Diane people try calling me a pessimistic bitch for a change?

(erm, v-kun, I'm not talking 'bout ya, though I know you keep calling me negative adjectives as well.)

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Thursday 17:40

What do I lack? An acute sense of timing. I couldn't predict when *she* was in a good mood so that I could finally say peace. Wai...

Reg has her retreat with room 9 today. Will she turn into a werewolf like I did? Rawr.

When we traded classrooms with room 7 for Religion class, I spotted a Gryffindor pillow poking through one of the bags. Ju said that those were available at Rustan's. I swear, I'll get myself a Slytherin version. ^___^

You're lucky not to have seen me during Science. Pacinos was attending the retreat with her advisory class. In lieu of her unnecessary presence, she left us a seatwork. 'twas harrowing, but I finished it. Having nothing left to do, I then chatted with Bettina. We were talking for a while, and she suddenly asked if I wanted the sugar we were supposed to use for our experiment. Being so annoyed with the ennui of the situation, I agreed.

There I was, eating the sugar out of a tiny Rubbermaid container. Carla said I looked like I was ingesting shabu. I didn't care -- I merely kept devouring the saccharine crystals, unmindful of the sugar rush that I'd have later on. Bettina was getting worried about my sugar spree since I was eating diabetes-causing amounts. After a while, I stopped. Too much sweetness is bad, y'know.

And it was bad. Very bad. The sugar had gotten into my neurological wiring. I kept asking for glomps, thus freaking out Na and Ju, who were accustomed to my everyday seriousness. The rush would subside, but then it'd return a few seconds later. It completely went away at the end of the period, but I still felt slightly hyper. Hn....

Well, that was my extremely OOC day. I wonder, will *we= ever be on neutral ground again? It sounds dubious.

2002-11-17T03:55:00.000-08:00

D-man: Tightrope, Charcoal Filter. (I've got the OST. Sanzo's pictures were drool-worthy as usual. =lewd grin=)
Chomp: Philadelphia Cream Cheese. I just grabbed it out of the fridge, thrust a spoon into it, then bolted upstairs.
Gulp: Oxygen. I wonder how blood tastes like...

Report Cards were given yesterday. Went up by .30. I have to train harder. My Science grade went down by one point. Wretched conversion.

Watched CoS yesterday as well. It was nice, but they could do better. Tom was drop-dead gorgeous, but his scenes weren't. He looks better with his hair down. My family kept asking me questions about the flick. I wanted to shove popcorn down their throats. Plus, the scene after the credits was pathetic.

Before we entered The Podium to get to the cinema, there was this really hot BMW being displayed near the doors. Rawr.
I said, "Ma, may I have a BMW for Christmas? =saccharine smile="
My mom looked at me as if I had escaped from a correctional facility. At least I tried. Perhaps they'll give in when I'm sixteen...

Saw an exquisite pair of pants at Herbench. They were wonderfully black. My mom agreed that they were nice, but she kept lamenting about my increasingly dark-colored wardrobe. In relation to that, the salesladies were gawping at my lugubrious clothes. Hey, just because they're from Human doesn't mean I can't wear them in YOUR store.

I'll be getting those pants pretty soon. I just need to make a few more puppy dog eyes in front of the units. Hee hee hee...

Can anyone tell me why some people consider black as taboo? Curses.

Anyways, when we went home, I nearly roundhouse kicked my brother in the face. Seeing that my parents were watching, I settled for a silent "Goddamn you!" instead. Nobody messes with my stuff and gets away with it. My siblings are such pains in the ass, but I have to remain allied with them. After all, they can function as pawns in the near future.

I love roses. Elegant, yet so destructive.

2002-11-15T04:27:00.000-08:00

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Tuesday 22:34

The Hora is a horrible dance, but at least it's better than the Hukilau or Highlife. =shudder=

Mrs. Magtrayo, though petite for an adult, was able to execute the pack-strap carrying position using me as the victim. I didn't know why I was chosen, since I was merely minding my own business, counting the tiles that comprised the Red Tiles. She was actually able to lift me from the ground for at least 5 seconds. Geez, I didn't know a 4"11' teacher could carry a 5"2' student...

Before History class, Ms. Patino barged into the classroom and requested us to list down Ms. Pacinos' strengths and weaknesses. Rawr. I made myself as frank as possible by listing down every negative trait I saw in her. I put in a few positive traits as well, out of sheer commiseration. I said, "She has the potential to become a satisfactory teacher, but certain forces are impeding her progress". Potential? Hmmm... I'm not really sure.

Is she going to get fired like the pathetic English teacher we had in the sixth grade?

We had sparring. The head guards we used were too stuffy. I got creamed. Nina scored two (?!) points, but all I got was a warning due to a blow directed to her head. I have no coordination whatsoever. At least I finally found out that I kick the best using my right leg. Hn...

Purple yams remind me of Barney the dinosaur. Meow.

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Wednesday

I don't feel like talking much. Go away.

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Thursday 16:55

D-man: Too Much to Ask, Avril Lavigne. (Courtesy of Abi's CD!! Yay! Its lyrics depict my current mood. Ouch.)
Chomp: Lay's Sour Cream Potato Chips. (they were the first thing I saw in the snack cupboard)
Gulp: Nada. I wish I had a glass of vodka or chianti...

I'm seething with rage. For what reason? NOYB. However, I'm not going to wreak vengeance. They'll get their just desserts one way or another. Mwahahahahahaha!!!

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Ah, it feels nice to vent out your rage. =grin=

Nothing much happened at school today. Ms. Regala called on me to recite. Ho hum. Ms. Pacinos' class was boring as usual. Our Jazz Chant sucked. Thank you for your undying bitchiness, Bela. I taught Na-chan and Reg about iFrames. I had clubs, and we saw our annoying horse-faced clubmate again. 'twas a normal day, save for the fact that I've grown a deeper hatred for *COPYCATS*.

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Friday 19:38

Class pic today. I've never been more hyper. What the hell happened to my erstwhile pococurante aura? *She* was glaring again. Why must she do that?

Thought about asking her for peace. Something was horribly wrong with the macaroni I had for recess.

Ms. Tidon announced the top 3 in class. No change. Still the same as last quarter. At least we succeeded in keeping Alex from penetrating our ranks. Btw, the little vacuum cleaner was absent. Maybe she got sick from sucking up too much.

I need to see CoS NOW. I've been deprived of my dose of Tom Felton for too long.

Practiced our jazz chant during English time. We finished quickly. Does this mean our broken class has finally united to defeat adversity?

We didn't have major subjects today. Ms. Camacho, Ms. Regala, and Pacinos were absent for unknown reasons. Perhaps our repulsive Science teacher finally understood our enmity for her teaching skills.

Speaking of Science, we forgot to get our Borrower's Slips again, Na-chan. Shall we try again on Monday?

There are rumors that a ghost is haunting our classroom. The paranormal entity formerly resided in room 7, but they say it transferred to us. Yeah right. My classmates, innate rumor mongers, took the opportunity to scare each other.

=sigh= Dana even came up to me and asked if I believed in God. I said I didn't know. She then proceeded to make a fuss about my being possessed by a demon because I had "weak faith". Upon hearing the absurdity, I finally said that I had faith in the Big Guy. Matters like this shouldn't be attended to. If there are true phantoms lurking in our school, then they're probably there just to say hello. That's it. Amen.

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2002-11-11T02:58:00.000-08:00

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I didn't pass my History project today. What the heck is wrong with me? Am I losing my diligence? At Speech, I wasn't helping my groupmates either. I just suggested using bongos to keep the beat, then I permanently kept quiet. Maybe I shut up 'cause Bela the bitch was impeding my creative juices by acting like a total ditz. I hate her. I probably hate her even more than 'lainey. Speaking of her, I noticed that we have analogous socks. Same height, same thickness, same whiteness -- everything. It creeps me out even more than the time when we glared at each other earlier. Our eyes met, she glared, I glared. She smirked, I smirked. I turned away after that since I was beginning to have macabre urges to push her down the fire exit. I wouldn't want her to get injured.

I guess I've regained my respect for her as a human being again. As for her personality, I still haven't. If she wants to talk behind my back, she should do so at a distance out of my hearing range. (Don't think I can't hear you, V-kun.) Peace? I'm considering the option, but knowing her backstabbing qualities, I'm not taking any chances.

What the hell am I saying?! My dysmenorrhea's screwing up the way I think!

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2002-11-10T04:55:00.000-08:00

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P-net screwed up for two straight days. I want DSL!!!!!!

Friday 20:15
BGM: Tightrope, Charcoal Filter. (Saiyuki ending theme. Recently downloaded. Nice acoustics, terrible vocals.)
Chomp: Oxygen. I don't feel like eating.
Gulp: Milk. (It's strange that I never get any moustaches while drinking this gunk.)

I survived the retreat. Woohoo!!

Most of the time, the sessions were completely pointless, although I had to go along with the others so as not to be stared at. We didn't finish Simon Birch. Too bad, I wanted to hear curses spewing forth from the mouths of minors. I didn't like the activity wherein each member of the class wrote down your negative and positive traits on a sheet of paper. I already know that I'm vengeful, pessimistic, mataray, and masungit, so why bother seeing the truth repeated 40 times? There were a few traits that really irked me, but I won't delve into those. NOYB.

Eating without a knife is tough. How are you supposed to properly cut meat with a spoon? Of the 8 people dining at our table, I was the one who had the most trouble slicing stuff. Bits and pieces kept flying out of my plate. Argh... curse spoons...

Of the activities we had, lunch, breakfast, and dinner were definitely the ones I liked best. Besides recharging on stamina, I got to discover the many eating habits of those around me. ^___^

=evil smirk= Guess who eats just like Goku-chan? Hee hee hee...

I guess I enjoyed my semi-uncomfortable stay at the House of Prayer. I didn't like the sessions, but I was able to take more candid pictures of people and inanimate objects. Poor Na-chan. Poor Juju. Poor bunk.

...okay, I was able to... ... "reconcile with God" as well. I can't explain any further, 'cause if I do, the Big Guy will most probably send a lightning bolt to singe my already-singed mind.

=looks to the heavens= Sorry!!

Oh yeah, if you spot me with a camera or any other similar device, don't go within my shooting range. I'm known to be extremely trigger-happy. Don't make a fuss if I victimized you. All my taken pictures aren't for blackmail purposes. Peace!

That's how annoying I can get when armed with my Olympus. Wait 'til you see me equipped with my dad's Cybershot. Mwahahahahaha!!

Ya know, I'm thinking about studying Photography. Do any of you want to be my test subjects? Pretty please?

I missed my bed...
The retreat house's beds were too hard. Though they were small, I didn't fall off like I usually do here at home. Perhaps I sleep more peacefully on smaller mattresses?

A teeny weeny bed? I think not. I like mine better, thank you. Fluffy pink quilt, here I come! Whee!!! =dives into bed, leaving the computer room in a state of detrital chaos=

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Saturday 17:20

D-man: Sk8r Boi, Avril Lavigne. (I'm attempting to make a parody. She was a girl, she was insane, can I make it any more obvious?)
Chomp: Mushroom soup. I need something to warm my freezing self.
Gulp: Orange juice. (I know soup and juice don't go together, but who the heck cares?)

I never should've gone to my sister's family day. I was hoping to waste my film on pointless subjects (i.e.: dead cockroach, the founder's garden, sleeping teacher...), but it was too crowded to move around. The people weren't that likeable either. The emcee spoke like a dictator. There was someone who reeked. There was a househelper who kept staring at my black-engarbed nails. (Does she think I'm an asuang like our helpers at home?) I should've done my History project instead.

Speaking of which, I haven't researched a thing. What happened to my determination?

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Sunday 40:48

Time to rant...
1. Something's Fishy's swordfish steak rocks.
2. Baggy pants rule.
3. I finally know what to get most of my friends for Christmas.
4. I've got a new cellphone number. I hope my friends got my v-card.
5. I loathe dysmenorrhea.
6. Sparring... I shudder...

2002-11-06T05:05:00.000-08:00

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Tuesday 21:12

D-man: Halaga by Parokya ni Edgar. (It's the only Filipino song I've ever liked. I'm not very patriotic, huh?)
Chomp: Almond Roca
Gulp: Gatorade Frost -- riptide rush

The stupid maids fractured Russ' leg. Poor dog. How would those idiots feel if someone broke one of their limbs? Argh...

Christmas break's only one month away. I don't know what to get for the people I actually want to spend my money on. The problem with gift-giving is the connections a certain friend has to other people you aren't close with. If you give that friend a gift and leave her friends with nothing, they'll undoubtedly be offended, especially if they're sensitive little hippies. There's Abbie, Ana, Abi, Cheska, De, Ju, Reg, Na-chan, Mel, AM, my karate classmates... did I forget anyone? This is too harrowing...

Shopping is hazardous to your health. Buy moderately.

I tried being nice today! I smiled (or smirked) at people. I said the generic "po" and "opo". Generally, I wasn't my corrupted self. It felt, for lack of a better term, nice. I didn't feel comfortable with it, though. After all, I CAN use this sickening pleasantness to my advantage. =broods=

Heimlich maneuvers are creepy. 'nuff said.

There was a dead roach inside the *dojo. I wanted to poke it, but I didn't have a stick.

*actually, the place we have karate isn't a real dojo. it's in the Cultural Arts building, and it's just a hall padded with some kind of athletic flooring. technically, dojo means "place of the way", so I guess it's legally right to call the hall a dojo since it's where we have our sessions each week. Yosh!
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Wednesday 20:02

D-man: Relating to a Psychopath, Macy Gray. (I found it while surfing. It's nice, in an insane sort of way.)
Chomp: breaded kani sticks (They're the only decent snack the maids ever came up with.)
Gulp: warm chocolate milk (Have you noticed that it's getting colder? Brr....)

I've been slacking a little too much. Here I am, blogging lazily, paying no heed to tomorrow's retreat. I haven't done any palancas, yet I've traded promises with so many people. What am I supposed to say to people I don't really know?

Hey [insert name here], I think you're nice, funny, et cetera?

Palancas are too synthetic. I think people write them for their own egocentric pleasures. They often put glucose-infused words into them so that they'll get sugary, "nice" palancas as well. =sigh=

Please, disregard my cynicism. I really don't like having retreats. I'll melt, I tell you. I don't want to socialize and "open up" to classmates I don't like. I don't want to watch sappy movies. I want to stay in the dorm and sleep until everything's over.

I can't turn it into hell for everyone, though. It's a fact that most people actually like having retreats. I'll have to bear the mushiness for nearly 2 days. =blink=

Lucid Lines:
"Mom, is this embalming cream? Who died?" -- my sister, after discovering my mom's facial cream
"This soup looks like regurgitated underwear." -- my bro upon being served a bowl of clam chowder
"Meow" -- me, during computer class. i repeated it every 5 seconds because i was freezing (the cold makes me do strange things) . mrs. dupet got annoyed. sorry!!

My bag's too big, and it's black. I'm going to look like a runaway terrorist. Geez, having lots of black stuff is tough.

I guess I'd better write my palancas.

Btw, I'm not pointy_thingy at mIRC anymore. If you want me, I'm buttered_toast. It's the first word that popped into my head this morning, and it seemed like a kick-ass username. LMAO!!

2002-11-06T05:02:00.000-08:00

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Tuesday 21:12

D-man: Halaga by Parokya ni Edgar. (It's the only Filipino song I've ever liked. I'm not very patriotic, huh?)
Chomp: Almond Roca
Gulp: Gatorade Frost -- riptide rush

The stupid maids fractured Russ' leg. Poor dog. How would those idiots feel if someone broke one of their limbs? Argh...

Christmas break's only one month away. I don't know what to get for the people I actually want to spend my money on. The problem with gift-giving is the connections a certain friend has to other people you aren't close with. If you give that friend a gift and leave her friends with nothing, they'll undoubtedly be offended, especially if they're sensitive little hippies. There's Abbie, Ana, Abi, Cheska, De, Ju, Reg, Na-chan, Mel, AM, my karate classmates... did I forget anyone? This is too harrowing...

Shopping is hazardous to your health. Buy moderately.

I tried being nice today! I smiled (or smirked) at people. I said the generic "po" and "opo". Generally, I wasn't my corrupted self. It felt, for lack of a better term, nice. I didn't feel comfortable with it, though. After all, I CAN use this sickening pleasantness to my advantage. =broods=

Heimlich maneuvers are creepy. 'nuff said.

There was a dead roach inside the *dojo. I wanted to poke it, but I didn't have a stick.

*actually, the place we have karate isn't a real dojo. it's in the Cultural Arts building, and it's just a hall padded with some kind of athletic flooring. technically, dojo means "place of the way", so I guess it's legally right to call the hall a dojo since it's where we have our sessions each week. Yosh!
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Wednesday 20:02

D-man: Relating to a Psychopath, Macy Gray. (I found it while surfing. It's nice, in an insane sort of way.)
Chomp: breaded kani sticks (They're the only decent snack the maids ever came up with.)
Gulp: warm chocolate milk (Have you noticed that it's getting colder? Brr....)

I've been slacking a little too much. Here I am, blogging lazily, paying no heed to tomorrow's retreat. I haven't done any palancas, yet I've traded promises with so many people. What am I supposed to say to people I don't really know?

Hey [insert name here], I think you're nice, funny, et cetera?

Palancas are too synthetic. I think people write them for their own egocentric pleasures. They often put glucose-infused words into them so that they'll get sugary, "nice" palancas as well. =sigh=

Please, disregard my cynicism. I really don't like having retreats. I'll melt, I tell you. I don't want to socialize and "open up" to classmates I don't like. I don't want to watch sappy movies. I want to stay in the dorm and sleep until everything's over.

I can't turn it into hell for everyone, though. It's a fact that most people actually like having retreats. I'll have to bear the mushiness for nearly 2 days. =blink=

Lucid Lines:
"Mom, is this embalming cream? Who died?" -- my sister, after discovering my mom's facial cream
"This soup looks like regurgitated underwear." -- my bro upon being served a bowl of clam chowder
"Meow" -- me, during computer class. i repeated it every 5 seconds because i was freezing (the cold makes me do strange things) . mrs. dupet got annoyed. sorry!!

My bag's too big, and it's black. I'm going to look like a runaway terrorist. Geez, having lots of black stuff is tough.

I guess I'd better write my palancas.

Btw, I'm not pointy_thingy at mIRC anymore. If you want me, I'm buttered_toast. It's the first word that popped into my head this morning, and it seemed like a kick-ass username. LMAO!!

2002-11-01T18:49:00.000-08:00

Don't think I forgot about All Saint's Day and All Soul's Day. We went to the memorial park one week ago to avoid the masses. Yeah, I saw my dead grandparents again -- entombed as usual.

Get this: my bro actually paid me to play his silly Digimon World 2 game. The battle sequences were too slow, but I liked the money. Mwahahahahaha!!

My *angelic* little sister keeps bragging about how near her fuckin' birthday is. Geez, the little wimp has to get out of the world more often. Everyone else has birthdays too, doi.

Mother and Father were talking again. Obviously about me and my anti-social demeanor. Whenever I decline a party invite they always say...

"Hija, if you don't talk to other kids your age, you'll never be able to get people to work for you when you start your own company."
"I have no wish to socialize with others. I have no need for them, mom."

Btw, those are the exact words. I like to creep them out by acting older than I really am.

Ya know, it's hard to be the only cynic/goth in the family. When you go on an excursion, you're the only one in black and red -- the rest are in sunny colors. When you go into stores to make purchases, salespeople stare at you as if you're from hell. [perfect remedy: glare at them] Servants tend to shy away from you, thinking you're an asuang. Inquisitive medical intern cousins feel the need to ask you if you still have blood flowing through your system. Even cats and dogs whimper at the sight of you. [russ is an exception, though. he's as insane as i am. he almost bit into one of our imbecilic maids' asses. hehehe.]

We're out of Almond Roca. We do have ice cream, but it ain't Haagen Dazs' mint flavor. Urgh...

Jade green nail polish does not look good. Trust me. I ended up looking like I put my hands into a sewer.

What Spooky Being are You?

2002-10-30T17:38:00.000-08:00

Argh, Halloween. =blink blink=

Painted my nails black, like I said yesterday. I like the gothic bondage-ish effect. Rawr.

I'm probably going to stuff my face with Almond Roca later. I love those chocolate treats. Yum. ^_^

A costume? Ditch that. I'm scary the way I am. Mwahahahahahaha!!!!

which musicgenre fits to you?

2002-10-30T04:09:00.000-08:00

Bloody hell.

I hated the demo, even if I was just a living prop. Grr...

I abhor those stupid taekwondo people and their pathetic little boards. Stupid arrogance....
(no offense to those who practice the said Korean art. chill.)

Martial arts... they rock.
I'm thinking of taking up kendo in conjunction with my karate. A bokken-brandishing ScytheWielder with an orange belt? I like the idea... =psychotic laughter=

Anyways, when I went home, I found nothing to do. My bro was hogging the PS again, and I didn't feel like playing the Sims. Geez, why do La Sallian fifth-graders like Digimon so much? Gross...

Instead of walking around like a zombie, I decided to clean up my room. Yep, the world has gone haywire. I, Di Agustin, have gone into a severe stage of perfectionism. I was tossing ancient stuff out of my bookshelves when I saw my old preschool yearbook. I thought, "Hey, why not? I can get to laugh at my pathetic toddler mug shot again..."

I flipped through the pages, stopping every once in a while to laugh at how chubby a certain person's cheeks were. A few more flips, and I spotted Na-chan's picture. Short hair fits her nicely. My erstwhile bad mood was about to dissipate, but then I accidentally glanced at the lower right corner of the compilation. It was *her*, with flyaway hair. =gags=

Oh yeah, Halloween's tomorrow. I'm not going trick-or-treating, I'm not going to the Caltex halloween party my dad's subordinate invited us to, and I'm not going to do anything festive. I'm creepy all year round, so why bother making a fuss out of it? All Hallows Eve is merely another day in my life. I'll dress in black like I always do, play a few RPGs on the Sacred Console, and probably even paint my nails black just to show my mom that I'm not completely devoid of holiday-making emotions. 'tevah...

2002-10-29T05:35:00.000-08:00

Wai...

Pasiglahan. We demonstrate karate tomorrow. Fortunately, I'm not going to be doing much. I'm merely the hitting pad holder, sort of like a human punching bag. As long as Jerms doesn't hit me anyplace sensitive, I'm going to be ok... I think.

Nyao...

The classrooms are locked. How the hell will I be able to get the flyers for tomorrow? =scratches head=

Oro...

Why is a certain being coming back to haunt my sleep? Normally, I've been getting PG13dreams, but last Monday, this "being" intruded and hyped up the rating to R. No, it ain't a wet dream, you dolt. 'twas more like a bondage nightmare. =shudder=

Maybe I'm thinking about the being too much. Argh...

2002-10-27T04:33:00.000-08:00

For the time being, I'm going to be using Blogger's generic templates. NB3 is in the works. ^_^

Wai...

I feel sick, yet I don't know why. Nausea has overcome my immune system once more. I want to hurl... =gags=

Sooner or later, I'll probably faint. Maybe I'm not taking enough iron supplements. Stupid anemia.

On the brighter side, being iron deficient is better than being asthmatic. I don't need an inhaler! Waha! ...but I still feel horrible. =droops=

...can someone cuddle me to make the fuckin' pain go away?

Oh damn, I'm turning into a hapless romantic. Something really IS wrong with me. Augh...

2002-10-25T17:09:00.000-07:00

Many thanks to Abi-san for telling me where to get a commenting plug-in!

Monday 17:35

Here're a few things I just have to rant about:
Wall Climbing: Fun, but extremely tiring. I barely reached half of the stupid wall... =sulks=
Tarantella: What a suitably stupid name for such a stupid jazz chant.
Lollipop: I'm not talking about the candy, I'm talking about the annoying suck-up in class. She's always mingling with the teachers. Yuck.
Flipper the dolphin: Why does he have to be so gosh-darned heroic? If I skewer his carcass with a stick, will he still be valiant? Argh, to hell with animal shows infused with martyrdom. Those mammals have the right to be set free.
Pantomime: I hate Music. We had to rush with our presentation. Fortunately, they came up with a feasible plot. It saved our asses from total annihilation by a menopausal Music teacher. Phew. I have to compose a written output, though.

Ugh, pineapple. My least favorite flavor. I couldn't get cherry. Too cheerful.

Find out which LifeSaver you are.

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Tuesday 22:57

Surprise, surprise! I'm still up. If it weren't for that useless travelogue I had to make... hn. I need to sleep, but I can't. Curse insomnia.

Sensei got caught in traffic again, so we passed the time talking about RPG games. Ana spoiled the FFX ending for us! Yay! 'twas a cliffy, though. Squaresoft never made it known if Tidus was able to go back to Zanarkand or not. Grr.

Team katas are fun. I keep lagging, though. I. MUST. TRAIN.

We had a movie marathon earlier. The first four subject teachers, in lieu of the usual lessons, showed us various films, each varying in genre. I got bored...

For PE, we had this video about multicultural dances. The host was annoyingly hyper all throughout.It left a lasting impression on me. I now have little bishonens dancing the Hukilau around my head. =LMAO=

For Health, we watched a short presentation about the Heimlich maneuver. 'twas really cheap. The choking victims were obviously doused with makeup. Dr. Heimlich kept scaring me as well. He kept popping out of every scene =shudder=.

English was the most palatable of the four. Dead Poet's Society was semi-amusing, but I find no humor in such a worn-out plot wherein the main character commits suicide in the end. [Ouch. Our musical interpretation had a suicidal ending. Are we has-beens? Nooooo!]

History's film was something about Philippine poverty. AGAIN. Why must the masses always be so annoyingly pitiful? Why must the nation be so disunited? Geez.

Am I really THAT bad?

the 'how bad are you test' deems me:
79% bad!

You are likely to steal kid's lunch money. On a good day you are happiest when you make someone cry. You are the bully of the playground. Neighborhood dogs and cats run at the sight of you.

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Wednesday 18:19

Wai... I encountered *her* in the washroom. Why'd my bladder have to pick a time synchronized with hers? Argh. The incident then led to an innuendo-filled DxE teasing session, spearheaded by Ju and Reg. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew. I'd love to barf, but I'm unable to. Damn damn damn.

Who the fuck removed my folder's formatting in the computer lab? Grr. At least I was able to get a decent grade in the exams. Hn. Stupid name box. I wonder how Abi fared... she's bound to get an eye-popping score. [you can do it, march hare!! do it for the wonderland troupe! woohoo!]

AM, Ju, and I got locked inside the classroom, no thanks to Reg. How silly. We were able to get out at 5 PM. When I came down, my mother was boiling mad. She proceeded to give me an exruciatingly long diatribe about how my imprudence was interfering with her "precious" schedule. She only had an appointment with her masseuse, dammit!!! If she values her time too much, then maybe she should let the company driver take me to and from school instead. Better yet, she should probably get me a really hot Jaguar. =hopeful grin=

Pff, yeah right. As if I can drive. I do know how to start a car, though. Does that count? Didn't think so.

The following test is incredibly asinine, but I took it anyways!!!!
i am

href="http://www.ummhmm.net/index.shtml">what poo are you?

Random Musing:
Why must people always pair rivals together and say such pathetic things like, "The more you hate, the more you love!"? Hn.

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Thursday 22:07

I am thoroughly whacked out. Stupid lab report. Stupid Ms. Pasinos -- she had obviously cried earlier. Stupid suck-up, always tagging along. Stupid Viggy-kun, always glaring at me as if I were something edible. I'm not a piece of cheese, ya know.

i am extremely intelligent and very wise. i think logically and rhetorically in order to get problems solved. if i'm not mad now, i'm getting very close.

target="new" title="we're all mad here">how mad are you?

this quiz was made by href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/piksy" title="cracked but sweet" target="new">piksy

Random Musing:
If I went up to *her* with a knife and said, "Elaine, kill me now, pretty please?", would *she* do it? I mean, the dear girl DOES hate me...

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Friday 19:33 PM

Damn. This was the third encounter for the week. I was waiting outside room 9 for Abi, when Mela suddenly blasted through the fire exit. She sort of "greeted" me in a very strange manner. I then said,

"Ju, I think I know who's behind the fire-- [catches glimpse of her unmistakable head] -- HOLY SHIT!!!!"

A few seconds later, she countered with a "HOLY SHIT!" of her own. Geez.

Once she closed the door, I began to rant (loudly) about my freakin' misfortune. She then opened the door and said, in a very palengkera-ish manner,

"Nagrerecord kami. Pwede bang manahimik kayo dyan, please?" [door closes]

Ugh, how coniotic. I hate people like that. In my annoyance, my psycho streak emerged again. Without thinking, I kicked the door. It wasn't closed enough, so it opened. 'twas a good thing Abi finally went out of her classroom to take me far, far away. I could've pushed *her* down the fire exit had it not been for her great timing. As we were walking away from the scene, I distinctly heard her churlish voice again.

"Meron pa bang ibang maninipa dyan?"

Goddamn it. Are we destined to go at each others' necks forever?

Btw, the speech involved in this entry is drawn from my inaccurate memory. If i got anything wrong, sorry.

I need to ask forgiveness from a few people. If you're one of the involved parties, please be considerate. I fully take all responsibility for the maladies I enacted. It is up to you to determine my fate. [That was too dramatic. All I want to say is that I'm really sorry and I want to be pardoned.]

Ei, Ju, I'm sorry about that dismissal incident. I'm really sorry I wasn't able to go with ya -- I know I've been rude. You may think I sound fuckin' pathetic, but hey, I'm serious about the apology. I'll try not to do that again. Peace. ^___^

As for you, Viggy-kun, I guess I owe your groupmates an apology too. ...sorry for disrupting their recording. Yeah, I know I need more self-control. Chill out, 'kay? ^___^
And I'm sorry for putting you in a bad mood... I think. Oh well.

find your element
at mutedfaith.com.
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2002-10-18T02:51:00.000-07:00

Random Musing:
I loathe people who brag about their affluence. THERE ARE OTHERS WHO'RE JUST AS GODDAMNED FUCKING WELL-TO-DO AS THEY ARE!

Hot pink. Yep, that's what I painted my stupid basket with. Nobody brought any varnish, so we had to make do with what we had. I wish I had remembered to bring the bottle sitting inside my father's carpentry workshop... hn.

My exams aren't coming out too well. I haven't got a single 90+ yet -- all I've got are scores ranging from 83 to 89 (math not included). The teachers said that the second quarter lessons were really complicated, so they didn't expect many students to reach 90 and above. Hmph, that didn't console me. I wish I could steal Monse's brain. The girl got a 100 in MATH, dammit!!!!!

At least there's the fact that the suck-up's tests are WAAAAAAY lower than mine and Na-chan's. We can't bear to have some goody-goody make it anywhere near the top 5!! KILL!!!!

Sister Agana's always missing from her office. Up to now, Abbie and I haven't distributed our AAK flyers yet. Where the heck does that nun go anyway?! To the mall in order to buy everything from Human, my most favorite store in the whole world? NOOOOOOO!!

[pardon my hyperactive aura. mint ice cream does that to me. yum.]

Take the What High School
Stereotype Are You? quiz, by Angel.

2002-10-17T05:28:00.000-07:00

Oooh... I hate Health. I hate sequencing instances. I hate studying about the insides of living things. If I do take Medicine when I get older, maybe I should become a forensics person. On second thought... scratch that. I don't want to look through the you-know-whats of raped corpses.

I went down by six points in my Math exam. Bettina was kind enough to offer me her neck for strangulation purposes. [thanks lots!]

Random Musing:
Isotopes... two atoms of the same chemical element, similar to each other, but with different atomic masses and physical properties. I can see why those *mushy lovebirds* have grown quite an attachment to the word. =evil smirk=

Wretched Ms. Pasinos didn't come. We got stuck with a boring seatwork instead. I finished mine as quickly as possible and went to sleep. I think I really am a cat. I can scratch people with my nails, I stretch in a feline manner, and I snooze most of the day. Meow.

It's ironic that I've entitled my blog Nuit Blanche when I can nap for almost half a day. Not exactly sleepless, huh?

People kept asking me and Na-chan about the volume of whatever, though. I couldn't doze properly. 'twas a good thing they stopped moments later. Had they been more inquisitive, I could've [censored]. I guess they don't understand the meaning of Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus. Never tickle a sleeping dragon.

I was able to fall into a deep slumber despite the squeals and screams of my lesbo fangirl classmates. I could've slept until dismissal but Na-chan woke me up after the bell had rung. I was then forced to spend club time in *her* classroom, which reeked of nauseating perfume and really old wood. Hn.

Hades' blog will be coming out really soon, powered by Blogger and made with Scythenetix, a subsidiary of ScytheWielder Enterprises. Bwahahahahahahahaha!!!

What Type of Villain are You?

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2002-10-16T05:27:00.000-07:00

You thought I was dead, didn't you? Tough luck. =smirk=

Has anyone else at school noticed that lesbianism is on the rampage? Two of my classmates have been snogging behind the computer table for the past few weeks (or months) now. There's one girl in class harboring intimacy with a sophomore. An entire barkada goes out every day just to get a glimpse of a certain senior. Even my innocent-looking classmate has a crush on a higher level student. And then, there's the two isotopes. They're always holding each other's hands. It makes me think they're lovers. =blink=

I have nothing against bisexuality, but girls with girls are freaky. But... if that's the way these people want it, they can go ahead. After all, I'm a yaoi fanatic.

This one's going to be a long entry 'coz my posts from the past 2 weeks are in here too. I can't access Ethereal Corpse. Damn.

!!!
September 30 to October 6
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Monday 20:38

I think we've started again...
'laine made a snide remark, and in my rage, I told her that I wanted her to die. Hey, at least I'm not planning on murdering her anymore. I'll let nature deal with her decomposition. After all, the earth element IS in my favor, thanks to the zodiac I was born under. =wink=

I don't want to fight anymore. How many times have I said this line to no avail? Hn. Pardon the poor analogy, but we're similar to those Pringles crisps -- once we pop, we can't stop. I actually sort of "liked" her when she wasn't getting into my life, but now that she's started biting again... grr! Dammit!!!

=sigh= Ditch that unsavory topic. People have signed my site guestbook! Yay!!! Many thankees!!!!

Have you ever noticed that Sanzo looks really really really hella hot in skin-tight leather? =purr=

Speaking of Saiyuki, I've made another rhyme. Its tune is patterned after the doctor song (keep reading to find out), and its lyrics are adapted from Qara's original version. Thanks, Qa-sama!

Here's my version:

Hakkai, Goku, I am sick,
Call my Sanzo very quick!
Don't tell Gojyo the pervert,
He will peep into my shirt!

Qara's version:

Kenshin, Kenshin, I am sick,
Call Megumi very quick!
Doctor Gensai's a pervert,
He will peep into my shirt!

The Original:

Mother, mother, I am sick,
Call a doctor very quick!
Doctor, doctor, shall I die?
No my darling, do not cry...

The original sucked. 'tis too goody-goody. And besides, only ditzes cry when they're sick. I like Qara's parody better. ^___^

Ah, the Corolla Altis. I love that car, especially the black, silver, and midnight blue models. The Elantra rocks as well, but it looks a little too small. Now, why the heck am I settling for Toyota and Hyundai cars when I can go F1? Eat my dust!! Wahahahahahaha!!!!
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Tuesday

It's actually Wednesday, ya know. Yesterday, I went straight to bed. This was probably the most harrowing day of the week.

PE: First subject of the day. Damn -- freestyle, 25 m. I hate swimming, I hate water, I hate all sports involving water. I'm a kitty. Hear me purr. =purr=
Anyways, Kupang made me swim, just so she could see how adroit I was in the water. I wasn't very confident due to a certain incident that occurred when I was eight. I did what I could do, and behold...

...she called me Angeline again. Screw her. Why did my parents have to give me a second name? At least they were kind enough to leave out the traditional "Maria/Marie" before my first name. (Think about it -- Maria/Marie Diane Angeline Torres Agustin. Ugh.)

It turns out that I was pretty good after all. She was about to give me my score when one of my colleagues had an epileptic seizure. Damn. Why'd she have to go and pick this time to convulse? I hope she recovers soon.

Health: Mrs. Mags and this subject are truly compatible. They're both dull and incomprehensible. We had this test, a really difficult one wherein we had to draw the entire circulatory system and label every piddly detail. I was doing fine, although I mentally blacked out at the last minute. I forgot where the pulmonary vein was. To save time, I invented a new location and put the missing vein near the left artery. I wonder, will the person with such an ill-functioning heart live? I hope I pass...

English: Not much. I wasn't called on to give sentences for the day's vocabulary words. Phew.

Lunch: Ju and I staged a reenaction of Elaine's snide remark + my "I want you to die" counter. Jelly tongues rule. So does La Salle.

History: Graded recitation. I had to speak out. When I did get chosen, Ms. Lau kept remarking, "Very good!". I only read my answers from my notes, dammit! I didn't prepare an impromptu speech like Jaena did to that Vigil friar!!! Still, I did get a decent grade. Thank you Miss, and no offense. =triumphant grin=

Math: Ms. Cam's birthday. She gave us lollipops that reminded me of hot fudge. Yum, bondage. Unfortunately, she let my classmates play mushy songs as we had our 555. I couldn't concentrate. As a result, I acquired an embarassing three, thus ending my perfect streak. Damn lovey-dovey melodies. Had it been Linkin or Eminem...

Filipino: I wasn't listening much. I fell asleep most of the time. Seatmate 01 was kind enough to alert me when Ms. Tiddy came within our vicinity.

Dismissal: I was supposed to have karate, but I had lots of homework. I went home exhausted, sleepy, and infuriated with my siblings. On the next day, I learned that they had started on a new kumite tech -- Gyaku Tzuki - Jodan Geri. You don't need to know what that means. Damn raised to the power of six. Grr.
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Wednesday

Basketweaving was hell. I couldn't understand Mrs. Mags' carabao english.

I finished the subject, my hands reeking terribly of mold and other undesirable botanical things. I'm a Capricorn, an earth sign, for cryin' out loud! Shouldn't I be immune to such atrocities? Na-chan's fire, and she can withstand high heat. Even Viggy-kun's seemingly titanium-infused hair resists movement when the wind blows. Unfair. (Oi, V-kun! No 'ffense!)

Lunch time. The canteen's "Gourmet Pansit" actually makes a feasible meal. Jelly Tongues still rule. Two of my classmates were snogging behind the computer table, but they were very visible since I was sitting on top of the same structure, doing my homework. Not a nice sight, but it made me think about Sanzo and Hakkai, Harry and Draco, and all the other drool-worthy yaoi couplings out there -- RuHana not included, of course.
Yaoi is better than yuri...

There weren't any computer classes, since our stupid sub decided not to show up. Is she afraid of ou unbearable noise?
=sigh= I was hoping to bask in the glorious frigidness of the computer lab while I put more iniquitous things onto my folder. The agony of loss...

In relation to loss, my Vivi keychain fell off my backpack. The poor black mage... all alone, being trampled on by unworthy feet. Hn... =mourns the "death" of a cherished ff9 character...=

Yesh, I am insane. Love me for it, hate me for it, I don't care. I lost Vivi, and that's that. I was planning on getting a new keychain anyway....

ANIMO LA SALLE!!!!!

What Drink Are You?

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Saturday

La Salle fucking lost. Damn.

Which Sesame Street Muppet Are You?

!!!
October 7 to October 13

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Monday
I hate Mondays. First day of the school week, first day to wake up at 5 instead of the more palatable 10. Argh.

Math: 'tis freaky, but I'm beginning to understand Ms. Camacho's lessons. I actually ENJOYED solving the practice exercises she gave us. I still dislike her jovial ways, though.
English: Bloody hell. I got an 8 out of 10. I could've perfected that quiz had I only studied. At least Ms. Reg didn't spring an impromptu question on me again. {"Diane, define this..." =shudder=}
History: Same old, same old. Had another quiz. Resulted in a sweet grade, fortunately. If I get drunk, will I be able to write really well like Graciano Lopez-Jaena?
Music: Ms. Pedrajas gets crankier each time we see her. Menopause?
Speech: Screw this subject. I may be offending other people, pardon me, but I DON'T LIKE Ms. Claustro. I won't elaborate any further, but to put it simply, she's a living Professor Snape.
Science: I've made a breakthrough. I didn't fall asleep!! Ms. Pasinos' classes are always so... bromidic. I miss Ms. Apolinar, though she did have the tendency to explain too much. When she (Ms. P) asked us to differentiate combustibility and flammability, I took the opportunity to snag a few recitation points. I had prepared a little speech, but I screwed up in the end. Missed the mark by a millimeter. Hn. Moments later, she then queried the class about what surface tension meant. My hand was freezing along with the rest of my classmates', but she just had to call the suck-up, ***x. Damn that girl. She's a new student, yet she thinks she owns the place. Grr. I diverted my attention to silly poetry instead.

***x is a teacher's ass,
teacher's ass, teacher's ass.
Her glasses are made of glass,
made of glass, made of glass...

Ms. *****h* is a freak,
is a freak, is a freak.
With the board she likes to speak,
likes to speak, likes to speak...

M****** has lots of pimple mass,
pimple mass, pimple mass.
******a hates all in class
just because she's passing gas,
passing gas, passing gas...

No offense, everyone! 'twas just a few harmless stanzas of triteness!
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Tuesday

Just for the fun of it, I recited yesterday's rhymes in front of Na-chan. They sounded like rap lyrics. At times, I'm known as Skittles the rapper. Why such a name? I'm a parody of Eminem. EMINEM. M&M's. Get it? Yeah, 'tis pathetic. I beg of you, flagellate me now and forever end my corniness...

PE: Nagdala pa ako ng swimsuit... Kupang gave those who had finished their practical tests two choices: study or swim. No contest -- the former won. Ju and Reg were there to talk to, so why bother studying undecipherable algebraic equations spawned from my notebook-turned-pillow? I did bring my Math book along for effect, in case our "wonderful" teacher decided to check on us.

Health:She told us a creepy canteen story. A student bought one of those rice box things (I usually buy those, mind you), unmindful of the fact that the meat comprising most of the food was undercooked. On the next day, she came down with a severe case of amoebiasis. Call it paranoia or whatever, but I'm never buying food in Chinese take-out boxes again. =cringe=

English: Re-test. Sweet score.

History: 'nother graded recitation. Scored three points. Pretty good. Almost fell asleep, but Ms. Lau woke me up by asking me to enumerate Emilio Jacinto's contributions to the Katipunan.

Math: We were supposed to have Math today? I forgot. 'twas a good thing I did my homework last night. I'm tired of anwering questions from my classmates who forgot to do theirs. Two of them even had the gall to copy my answers straight into their notebooks. Why can't they bother Na-chan or Ardelle instead?
("We're just comparing!", they said. Compare my ass.)
This is all you have to remember: addition's inverse is subtraction, and multiplication's opposite is division. =sigh=

Filipino: Fell asleep as Ms. Tiddy droned on about the degrees of comparison.

Karate: I did my kata pretty well, but I lost balance in the gyaku soto uke part. Sir Chino now refers to us (Abbie, Ana, and... Angel -- that's me -_-) as ACubed. For the Farinas sisters, MCubed. Why is Algebra getting into my favorite pastime? =puzzled stare=

Ana taught me two really really long words today. Too bad I can't remember them anymore. Gah...

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Wednesday

Tired, my legs are. From running up and down the HS building, the cause is. Temporary Writer's Yodanitis, I have contracted. Why, I do not know. High on tropical ice, perhaps I am?

Most of our subjects, fell asleep I did. Very boring, the lectures were. Teamwork, I dislike. Always there, leeches are. Independence, I pride myself on. Lazy classmates, I loathe.

Woke up when Computer classes we had. Asked me to give an HTML sampling, the teacher did. Shudder, I do.

One classmate, I am beginning to hate. Acts like a cheap harlot, she does. K****, her name is. To hell, I damn her.

Fun, this abnormality of writing like Yoda. Happy I am. ^____________^

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Thursday

I don't have Writer Yodanitis anymore. Too bad.

Bettina and I were debating on which emotion was deeper: love or hate. I sided on the latter, while she sided with the former. To decide, we held a poll. Hate won by two votes. =victorious smirk=

My bro and I crossed paths at the fridge moments after we came home. It wasn't very often that this happened, since the lazy bum always had his snacks brought up to his room. He grabbed the last bottle of Tropical Ice, leaving me with a measly bottle of Hidden Spring. The boy is as quixotic as I am, ya know. We had this freaky discussion:

(him)"You're going to marry that bottle of water, aren't you, Ate?"
"Why are you asking such a stupid question?"
"'coz you're practically kissing your water. You've got your mouth covering the opening."
"I am not kissing it. I'm drinking it, okay? Grr.... you're probably going to marry that bottle of Tropical Ice as well, since you've got your mouth all over it as well."
"Maybe I will, maybe I won't." {he guzzles down the carbonated beverage, and proceeds to burp sonorously} "That was fun. Wanna hear again?"
{I stare at him like he was a piece of rotten shit that got stepped on a hundred times}

=sigh=What a nut.

You're the STYLE tag- you are very dramatic, but when you mess up or overdramatize something, you know it and you change.

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Friday

Had an encounter earlier. Good thing Abi was there. If it weren't for her, I would've pushed dearly beloved 'laine down the stairs.

Ms. Pasinos (?!), our new Science teacher, was trying to explain the difference between porosity and absorption, but she wasn't doing a very good job. She left the class more perturbed than ever. To avoid confusion, I kept thinking of Spongebob Squarepants. This thought then passed over to Bettina, who stared at me as if I were getting more insane.

No connection to the subject, really. It kept from strangling our teacher, though.

I have sworn never to make baskets again. Stupid yantok and rattan fibers. Once I have my misshapen project checked, I'm having it crushed. Many thanks to Na-chan for helping me!!

Halloween's about to come. Maybe I should go as the Quaker Oatmeal guy. He's scary, ya know. His smile makes you cringe... =cringe=

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Saturday

Ana hit the back of my head while we were practicing our mawashigeris. =pain pain pain pain=

My turn came, and Ana was in the position of getting whooped by yours truly. Fortunately, I didn't, although my kicks sucked.

The Philippines won the bronze in the ASEAN games' Karate Tournament, female division. Pretty good, but I think they can do better. However, for a mere kouhai like me, such a feat would be astounding. Hn.

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Sunday

Discovery Channel. I had nothing else to watch, since MTV was playing Aaron Carter and Nickelodeon was airing another boring rerun. 'twas a show about freaky reptiles. The host was insane. I mean, what kind of person would go about waving snakes in mid-air as if they were nothing more than pieces of rope?

Ah, snakes. I LIKE snakes. I LOVE snakes. I even want an albino python named Cheesecake for a pet. I wouldn't pluck them from the ground and play with them, though. Snake venom hurts even more than dog bites, cat scratches, and bird droppings. (don't ask, but I've seen what projectile shit can do to a hapless aunt)

!!!

2002-09-28T16:27:00.000-07:00

Yes, that's right. I'm up at this ungodly hour of day. Dunno why, but it seems that my body clock has grown accustomed to attending mass today. Hn.

Anyways, I lay awake in bed, tangled in a mass of blankets, pillows, and stuffed pets. Draco the doberman was near my head, and Harry the cat (remember him, Qara? ^____^) was pinned to the wall by my bolster pillow. Yeah, 'twas a mess. If you ever decide to go... um, "bedding" with me, be prepared. I'm a freakin' bed hog.

Doesn't it strike you as weird that a thirteen-year-old girl, such as myself, goes through all the trouble of naming her stuffed animals?

I couldn't go back to sleep, so my mind went into retrospect mode. It thought about my life and what it had done to it with its evil ways, much to my shame. I hate reminiscing about the past. I'm a careless bitch, and all my mistakes are due to my lack of meticulousness. Hn. If I had been more careful, I would've gotten a 10 instead of a 7 in the THE quiz we had last Friday. If I had been more careful, I wouldn't have died so many times in Ehrgeiz. More importantly, if I had only been careful, I wouldn't have lost someone I cared so deeply about one year ago.

Dammit, I'm talking nonsense. I've gotta snooze...

Still, that loss still pains me. Underneath my facade, I really did care...

Argh... insomnia can make you think such horrible things. I have no time to care about crap! I have no @#%$&*# heart!

This never happened.

2002-09-28T05:42:00.000-07:00

Saturday

Proven fact: La Sallians have big feet. (my brother's a size 10, my cousin's a size 9, and my neighbor looks like a size 11))
Indestructible opinion: La Salle can kick Atenean butt anytime. (no 'ffense to the Blue Eagles. my allegiance is with the Green Archers.)

I was forced into joining my brother's family day, even though I had a fever. (The medicine my mom gave me didn't help. It tasted like maple syrup infused with bitter melon.) It wasn't as boring as I expected it to be -- it was mildly amusing. My sister and I bought those little plastic balloon tubes and attempted to make the biggest balloon we could manage. We succeeded, only to destroy it minutes afterward. Hn... temporary novelty stinks. Oh well, at least we don't have to go to mass tomorrow. I hate waking up at 7 just to catch the 10 o'clock session at our village chapel.

Sanzo... he really is a hottie. Damn, I hate to admit it, but he's better than Hakkai. Why must masochism and bondage always be on my bishie factor list? =sigh=

2002-09-27T21:05:00.000-07:00

New layout! Finally! Too bad I couldn't get the iFrames to work... oh well.

I love green.

2002-09-27T20:46:00.000-07:00

Monday
Examinations *down there*... ugh. =twitches=
The perverted nurses at the school clinic intend to incorporate vaginal examination in the annual check-up. Isn't that against our human rights? No one has the right to prod your body unless otherwise specified!!! I'll sue!!
Well, the above paragraph is just a rumor... I guess the entire batch is still safe. But what if it were true??? Paulinian rumors are often very accurate... =paranoia kicks in=
Argh... I'm feeling a trifle HaLo-ish today. I don't know why, and I most certainly don't know who the object of my hatred and love is. The Joe Hahn sacristan at my church, perhaps? Nah. The boy does look like the immaculate DJ, but I don't have any tendencies towards him. He just reminds me of Joe. Besides, why would *I*, the evil girl in pigtails, fall for someone as fuckin' holy as that? =smirk=
Sanzo Update: still in denial. I've taken to calling Bettina Na-chan, since she fancies Nataku ^_~. In turn, she calls me San-chan, as a warning of my impending fate with the gun-toting, ass-kicking, God-profaning bishon-- er, monk. (i nearly called him a bishie again!! WHY?! WHY MUST I GO INSANE BECAUSE OF A HAND-DRAWN CHARACTER???! [must think Joe and Tom])
Tom's birthday is on September 27!!! Woohoo!!
To end this quixotic entry, I'd like to show you this rhyme, sung to the tune of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat". (Ya know, I'm beginning to act like Peeves the Poltergeist -- always teasing, always rhyming... hn.)
Fuck, fuck, fuck Elaine,
Screw her shitty brains...
My head's on fire and she's a liar,
Her death's what I desire...
You probably think it's pathetic. I do too. Too much Oreo is bad for your health.

Tuesday
I was exempted from swimming again, due to a severe cold. Yay! Today was supposed to be the med check-up. =shudder= Fortunately, it wasn't. At the Cultural Arts building (that's where we have karate), Ana told me that they had already had theirs. So, I asked about the details. They didn't poke or prod, thankfully. All they did was look and check if you had any tumors. No touching involved, I think...
For more details about my karate class, see Ethereal Corpse.

Wednesday
Mom's birthday! The cake melted, though. Still, it tasted good. Yum, cookies and cream...
Computer class was a moment of creepiness for me. I didn't know who the sub would be, and I didn't want Sir Jared. Anyways, it was some bespectacled lady, Ms. Coronado, who filled in the miscarried Mrs. Dupet's position. So there we were, typing and clicking away at our computers, finishing the cruddy environment-oriented PowerPoint presentation we started two weeks ago. I was almost done, but my work was often impeded by my classmates' whines for help.
"Diane, how do you do this?"
"Diane, where did you get that again?"
"Diane, how do you group objects?" (argh...)
"Diane, what scent do you use? You smell good." (now, THAT was really freaky. no offense to the girl who said this!)
I kept walking back and forth the lab until the sub called my attention. I explained that I was helping my classmates. She shrugged and I rushed back to my seat. I finished my ppt at last, thus giving me time to edit my folder. Hehehe, it now has a rotating skull. ^__^
I was placidly doing my arcane formulas, when I felt Ms. Cor's presence behind me.
She asked, "Are you finished?"
"Yes, miss..."
"May I see your presentation?"
=click click click click=
We were nearing the end when catcalls suddenly emanated from my right side. 'twas one of my 'mates, telling the teacher how "good" I was at creating computer-generated stuff. Geez, more trouble. She (Ms. Cor) then saw my folder and the HTML/CSS/Java formatting I had done to it.
"Did you do that?"
=nod=
(catcall classmate, hyperventilating)"Yes, yes, she did that, miss!!! Yada yada yada blah blah blah..."
(Ms) "Are you part of the school's Web team?"
"No miss. I haven't heard of it."
"Do you know how to use Adobe Photoshop?"
"A little."
"Do you know how to use Dreamweaver."
"Yes."
She then elaborated on the sempais (juniors and seniors) who composed the school's web designing team. Then she asked if I was a Pauliworld staffer. I told her the obvious, and she seemed to be looking at me even more. After a few more questions ("How did you change the background?""Who taught you HTML?"), she said quite abruptly...
"I'll get you."
Ooh.. creepy. Did that mean that she'd get me on the web team, or did she want to kill me?
Btw, I meant no harm towards the people I directly and indirectly mentioned. Peace.

Thursday
I'M SICK. Goddamned fucking sick. Goddamned fucking I-want-to-beat-someone-up sick. Remember that cold I had last Tuesday? It's mutated into a nasal mass clogging my trachea. I've contracted an annoying cough too. =hack hack hack wheeze wheeze wheeze sniff sniff sniff= Hn. I feel horrible. =sigh=
Prince of Egypt occupied our entire Religion class. How many times have I forcibly seen that movie? My siblings just can't get enough of it. Now a song is stuck in my head. {deliver us... deliver us to the Promised Land... argh...}
A freaky thing happened. Ms. Bondoc sat next to me and tried to light a conversation, to no avail.
(Ms. B)"I'm getting confused. Where's Moses?"
(me, nonchalantly)"The guy with the staff..."
=moment of silence=
(Ms)"So, are you doing alright?"
=nod=
"Are your grades good?"
=semi-annoyed nod=
She seemed to get the point. After that, we didn't talk anymore. It's a pity so many people take advantage of her. She's pretty nice, but sometimes she gets too gullible. Hey, at least she's forgiving enough to abstain from scolding us like some *other* teacher we have. (Here's a very obvious clue: She often says, "Wer ees di property custuudian?!" when she enters the classroom. Poor Kidoy.)

Friday
Another ditty I made up, with the melody borrowed from "I'm a Little Teapot":

I'm a fuckin' pothead,
I'm stoned, watch out!
If you deprive me, see me pout.
When I've had my intake, hear me shout,
"Elaine is a butthead without a doubt!

[Hey, Viggy-kun, are ya there? It's been a long time since I spoke to you. I know you're happy with my being out of your life, but I'd just like to state that I meant no offense in the pathetic parodies I made about you. I'm not starting anything. They're just for fun, alrighty? Don't go hacking my brain apart -- it already is. Peace.]
For this week, learning the neko ashi dachi (cat's stance) was the most hellish thing that happened to me. At least that was before I started basket weaving. The stupid rattan fibers were moldy, smelly, and extremely disgusting. When I made the base (kudos goes to 'cess for helpin' me), the spokes were sticking out at such oddly proportioned angles. When I began weaving, the fiber I was using broke off. I was so enraged that I almost wanted to scream at everybody around me, friend or not. Hn. It's over anyway.
Saiyuki... ah... the only anime I ever bother to watch. (Too bad Shadow Skill isn't airing...) I realized that Sanzo looked better without his kimono thing. The leather undershirt he has suits him much better -- it makes him look all bondage-ey ^_~. His gun's cute too. I wonder, do they sell those models at weapon stores?
Yeah, I have officially fallen for him. I've gone into the third stage of guilt -- lamentation. Only one more to go. Damn, why did I have to start liking him, of all people?! (The previous sentence is a perfect example of lamentation.)
Although I have begun to drool over Sanzo, I still like Hakkai. He looks adorable when he's bloodied and smiling at the same time. Is it just my dominatrix-like qualities, or have I gone completely goth?
Some of you may think I'm insane for obsessing over two-dimensional characters. Well, I really am crazy. I'm crazy over them. Hn... Damned teen hormones are getting in the way of my normally evil aura.
Na-chan, here's the Saiyuki character selector. Best of luck to you and may you never get the same unfortunate results as I did. Pff, Sanzo... (but I guess the results are right. i'm as corrupt as he is.)

Which Saiyuki boy are you?

Take the Saiyuki Quiz at anime-doll.com

2002-09-20T20:48:00.000-07:00

This particular week has become very interesting....

Monday
Classes were suspended due to unexpected rain showers. Do I sound like a weather person? Hn... I got to see the Saiyuki rerun at around 10:30 AM, as I was having my usual breakfast of Oreo-o's. Hakkai was hot.
Fell asleep again, then woke up at three.
I worked on my website, adding a few more finishing touches to this and that. By 9 PM, LotS was running. =satisfied grin=
Took a "Which Saiyuki Character are You?" test. Got Sanzo, much to my rage. I hate the guy.

Tuesday
The scarlet vistor kicked in. Mwahahahahahaha!! Using my dysmenorrhea as an excuse, I was exempted from swimming. I had to research about basketball, though. Ms. Kupang also kept calling me "Angeline". Damn. I would've pushed her into the pool if it weren't for her teacher status.
Advertised my site to the people close enough to listen. I then realized that I needed to improve my promotion skills.
Had karate -- sparring was the worst part. I suck. Jerms kept hitting my pelvic area. Owie... the blood was gushing... gross...

Wednesday
Computer classes were cancelled because Ms. Dupet had a miscarriage (she was married?!). Shit, I was hoping to finalize my classroom's message board. Later on, we found out that our teacher wouldn't be able to return for at least 2 months. Sir Jared from the GS department would temporarily fill in her place. A MALE TEACHER. Damn, I don't like the male faculty much. Sir Paz is a prick, Sir Joji looks like a pervert, and Sir Allen is the exact replica of the bouncer I saw at Rockstar. I haven't found out about the others (Sir Melo and the rest) yet, but I'm guessing that they're as bad as the three.
I surfed the net to look for information about HTML. Discovered the euphoria of floating frames. I'm currently revamping EC and NB to work with these amusing things. ^___^

Thursday
Club time. We promptly proceeded to lab three to work on our HTML documents. I kept laughing behind Ms. Garcia's back whenever she said HTML (she pronounced it as: "ech-tee-em-el" ^____^). I know, I'm a naughty little demon. I finished Room Six's message board at last.
Finished my homework early, so my quodlibetic mother allowed me an hour of TV. Caught Saiyuki just in time. Is it just me... or is Sanzo really sexy?

Friday
Told Bettina about Sanzo and my slight attraction to the monk. She looked at me provocatively. I countered with explaining to her the four stages of guilt: rage, denial, lamentation, and acceptance. Currently, I was only at the second stage. Therefore, I was safe. I hope...
Today's ep was really trying to tempt me. Sanzo threatened Gojyo with his gun. Damn... he's the murderous type. I like homicidal bishies...
Did I just call him a bishie?! NOOOOOOOO!! (See? That's a perfect example of denial.)
Argh... get real. Sanzo's just a freakin' hand-drawn character. I shouldn't be mooning over him like this. Tom and Joe deserve my unwavering attention. {banzai...}
We watched a Filipino movie during THE. 'twas Tanging Yaman, another goody-goody movie. Room 9 was watching with us. I greeted Abi from the far corner of the room, shouting, "IFrames!!!". As the movie progressed, Reg, Juju, and I used the time to laugh and discuss about "almoranas". From what they said, the said abnormality involves in the complete reversal of the anus and rectum, thus making the sufferer's ass look like a flower. I then asked them what the English translation was.
"Flower-ass?" guessed Reg.
Boisterous laughter then ensued. It was enough to make Mrs. Mags come out of the projection room and locate the culprits of such blatant happiness. We diverted our attention to the movie. ^___^

2002-09-14T00:51:00.000-07:00

Argh! NB2 isn't working properly! The hover buttons aren't appearing! Hn.

I guess I'll have to tweak some more. EC's template is currently in the making. Qara, hope ya like it.

2002-09-14T00:43:00.000-07:00

Had field trip yesterday. I refuse to call it an "outbound education program". Still tired. Facilitators looked like Aeta natives. Took a whole lot of worthless pictures, ranging from chicken shit to the "Chazy Chaz" vandalism on one of the Christ statues at Taal -- evidence that Linkin Park is famous even in remote areas of the country. Screamed "SHIT!" like hell when I had water splashed all over me. Lost 160 pesos. Found a giant spider. Acquired two candid shots of Bettina -- I'm saving them for blackmail later on ^_^. Wasted 50% of my film on pictures of my colleagues. Was practically photographer for the class -- I can't remember how many times my 'mates asked me to take their pictures. Watched a creepy movie during the ride back home.

Where exactly did my class go? Taal, Tanauan, and Tagaytay. I loved the trip, although there were some drawbacks. I haven't answered my activity sheet and my travel brochures have yet to be created. Hn...

2002-09-07T18:24:00.000-07:00

Warmth... ahh. I love heat, especially when it's just the right mixture -- not too sweltering, not too frigid. I despise cold, although, back when we had our vacation, it was quite amusing to see my cheeks turn red because of the below zero temperature in San Francisco. Brr. ^_^

Today, I happened to experience a very irritating situation. Our "reliable" shower suddenly conked out, stealing from me the warmth I so desired to be imbued onto my skin. I almost screamed "SHIT!", but I caught myself in time. I went out of the bath, looking very much like a drowned cat. Hn... 'twas a bad time to annoy me, North Wind.

Burn, baby, burn!!!!

2002-09-07T04:59:00.000-07:00

I don't feel like writing. Too exhausted from karate. Gah... here's a list of what I was supposed to write about.

1. Quadratic trinomials make me balk.
2. How the hell do you spell "vichysoisse"? (it's a kind of chilled soup)
3. "Congested" seems to be one of my most overused words.
4. I'm watching Frat Party at the Pankake Festival right now. Linkin Park would make a good comedy act...
5. A new template for NB will be coming out really soon. Watch for it.
6. Do hickeys really hurt? How do they feel??? HOW???? =grits teeth in desperation=
7. Hot fudge is yummy.
8. Leather is hot. =purr=
9. I'm allergic to green tea. [blotches, blotches]
10. I'm currently on a necklace fetish. You should see my jewelry box. Nothing but necklaces, chokers... and the occasional spiked leather cords. Kidding.
11. I think I'm a dominatrix obsessed with bondage.
12. I'm beginning to sound like Draco Malfoy in one of the slash fics I've read.
13. Moron and I are analogous to Draco and Harry, respectively. NO PERVERSION INTENDED.
14. September 11's coming really soon. Creepy.
15. I really really really really really really luurve Tom Felton and Joe Hahn. =glompies!=
16. I really really really really really really luurve white chocolate and chocolate mousse. Yum.
17. ...argh!

I forgot the rest. 'til next time!

2002-09-03T05:28:00.000-07:00

Objection (Tango) -- Shakira

It's not her fault that she's so irresistible
But all the damage she's caused isn't fixable
Every twenty seconds you repeat her name
But when it comes to me you don't care
If I'm alive or dead

So objection I don't wanna be the exception
To get a bit of your attention
I love you for free and I'm not your mother
But you don't even bother

Objection I'm tired of this triangle
Got dizzy dancing tango
I'm falling apart in your hands again
No way I've got to get away

Next to her cheap silicon I look minimal
That's why in front of your eyes I'm invisible
But you gotta know small things also count
You better put your feet on the ground
And see what it's about

Objection I don't wanna be the exception
To get a bit of your attention
I love you for free and I'm not your mother
But you don't even bother

Objection I'm tired of this triangle
Got dizzy dancing tango
I'm falling apart in your hands again
No way I've got to get away

I wish there was a chance for you and me
I wish you couldn't find a place to be
Away from here

This is pathetic and sardonic
It's sadistic and psychotic
Tango is not for three
Was never meant to be

But you can try it
Rehearse it
Or train like a horse
But don't you count on me
Don't you count on me boy

Objection I don't wanna be the exception
To get a bit of your attention
I love you for free and I'm not your mother
And you don't even bother

Objection I'm tired of this triangle
Got dizzy dancing tango
I'm falling apart in your hands again
No way I've got to get away

Oooh.... I luurve that song. Rebelliously delicious... except for the silicone part. The MTV's cute too. There's this scene where she tortures her boyfriend and the other woman by strapping them to huge rotating circles. Nyahahahaha, how bondage-ish!

I like Shaki's voice, but I don't like her gyrating. She looks like a blob of wobbly jelly whenever she shakes around. Hey, she's better than Britney. She doesn't have fake boobs like the wannabe pop queen. ^____^

Btw, I have this classmate who idolizes Shakira A LOT. She dances just as well as her, and she can do a mean Whenever, Wherever too (in Shakira's exact voice). Her name's Charina. (Hey Cha, if you're there... HIYA!!! ^____^) Sometimes, I even call her Shakira by mistake. Hn... Shakira and Charina do sound slightly similar, ya know...

I've been mixing up words too. "Renovate" becomes "revonate", "elevator" becomes "evelator".... aaargh! What's wrong with me? Aren't I supposed to be some kind of mutated walking dictionary? (My classmates do call me that. I'm the one who they always run to whenever they need to report on their vocabulary words. Tedious, really, but who am I to complain? I have to help, unless I want to be branded as selfish.) I wonder why I keep mixing up words... Maybe I've become too scatterbrained.

Erm, maybe all I need is a good slash DxH fic. Preferably one with bondage. Mmm.... two bishies...

Perhaps not. My mom's in the next room, and she could scream bloody murder once she sees a picture of two guys kissing on *my laptop's desktop. Hn...

[*actually, it's not mine yet. but, my dad never uses it anymore ever since he bought that Palm last Christmas, so it's practically in my ownership... ^_~]

Yeah, baby!!! [headbangs to the beat of Objection]

Do you know how many times I've had this song in repeat? 25. Hehehehe....

2002-09-01T04:49:00.000-07:00

Wai... Grim and Evil's finally a permanent show on Cartoon Network. Woohoo! Go Grim!!!

Yes, it's silly of me to be so hyped up over some cartoon, but... it's the GRIM REAPER. You know how I luurve the macabre! I've even got the Reaper's name in the marquee up there!

Wahahahahahahaha!!

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Anyways, I've realized that I'm a big fan of bondage. Two hot guys, leather straps, whips, hot fudge... damn, just thinking of the idea makes me want to glomp Sendoh. =drool= Don't get me wrong, though. Fanfiction is as far as I can go. You won't see me doing that! (Perverted people...)

I feel like laughing again.

Wahahahahahahahahaha!!!! Wahahahahahahahahaha!! (Darn, aren't I supposed to be eternally tenebrous?)

Btw, have you noticed how many times I've used the lines: "God. What an asshole." in this blog? La lng. It just came to my attention as I worked on NB's second template.

Qara, if you're there, I think I'm ready to format EC. I beg you, review my HTML skills and tell me if I'm worthy!

2002-08-30T05:32:00.000-07:00

For the first time since last year, I woke up in Fuku mode. My eyes were nothing but mere slits -- I looked exactly like Fukuda from Slam Dunk! Wushuwushuwushu... -___-

The school was celebrating Araw ng Wika today, and as our "cult" walked down the stairs, I kept lamenting about my eyes. Coincidentally, Moron was walking a few steps ahead of us. She happened to hear me, and sneered. God, what an asshole. I'm not doing anything anymore! (After the strangulation bout we had last Tuesday, I've realized that I must control my temper at all times, unless I want to see her slumped on the floor, dead.)

We had games... Filipino games. The gym was hot, AS USUAL, but it was quite amusing to watch our sempais run amuck on the floor while we, the kouhais, watched them from the bleachers, guzzling down beverages. Hehehe, the entire High School Department looked totally stupid. I think I was the only one who sat down and opted not to waste my vocal cords on some silly games. Hn. No offense, fellow Paulinians.

Remy brought her camera too. We took shots, of course. There was one pic where we were all doing the Finger, and there was another one where Juju and I hung from the bars of the swimming area's bulletin board. (it was a semi-successful attempt to copy Joe's pose in Remy's LP poster)

The entire day was fun. No homework, no annoying teachers. Pure rapture. ^__^

2002-08-24T04:08:00.000-07:00

God. What an asshole.

Moron texted me, asking for the Parish Involvement's format. What, she actually thinks I'll help her? Not a chance.

What does she think of me anyway? A walking homework-answering machine? Damned bitch. She's probably forgotten about the sweet fact that I hate her dearly. Besides, she should've listened to Ms. Bondoc instead of drooling all over Sanzo.

Wai...

2002-08-23T03:50:00.000-07:00

I couldn't post yesterday because the servers were down. Curse those incompetent nerds at Pacific Internet.

08/22/02

06:31
MY MARKS AND SPENCER SLACKS ALMOST WENT MISSING, DAMMIT!

Stupid maids. I could've found them earlier, but no, they kept insisting that I look in my closet. I didn't want to -- I already checked there. In truth, the lost clothes were in the laundry area, right next to their quarters. Assholes.

They've gone too far with their incompetence. Their personalities are sickening as well. The fat bitch always has to speak in an overly saccharine tone whenever addressing us, her charges. The scrawny slut has this voice akin to a creaky door hinge, similar to the arduous housekeeping she does. The other two who were with them got fired due to their idiocy. Blubber and Boney better watch out before they find their asses kicked.
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19:18

Woohoo! I got a 91 in Science!!! That's two 9-liners for me!!! (Not to brag, but I've got a 90 in History too.) Wahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!

Damned carcinogenic labels. How was I supposed to know that they weren't orange?

I love going to school at 10. I get to wake up late, dilly-dally for a while, and teach Russ how to sic. (I've got this tennis ball, and I tell him to pretend it's Moron's ass. So far, he only buries the ball in the yard when I yell, "Go!". Hn. Maybe he's not fit for murder. Perhaps he's more suited to helping me bury *her* carcass when I'm done with the sanguineous deed.)

The downsides? Well, the bitch is still there, mocking my every move. She's going too far. When we crossed paths at the washroom corridor, I stood upwind and attempted to wring her malformed, cellulose-imbued neck. It's a good thing I stopped. Frustrated murder won't look good on my record. What did she do? She mimicked me, and added a few orgasmic sound effects. What is she, horny? I hope she realizes that she's aggravated my anger even more. ^_~

If provoked, I probably WILL hurt her bad. I'll start with her crotch, and then her neck, and then her hideous face. Punches, perhaps? Kicks? Pins? Definitely pins. I want to make her bleed.

Dinner was superb today. English clam chowder and London-style corned beef... mmm. I love it when my Mom cooks. She presents the food well, unlike =ugh= the maids, who slop the food into serving dishes and arrange them haphazardly upon the table. =fume=

I'm getting hungry... should I get seconds? =broods=
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08/23/02

Kuja's second theme, Immoral Melody, sounds similar to "We Will Rock You", doesn't it? La lng. I feel quite Kuja-ish today. (Not gay, you dolt! EVILLY SADISTIC.)

We bought the Harry Potter DvD months ago, but it's been sitting in the REC room until now. Perhaps we were just too busy...

Malfoy: Or too hooked on Linkin Park, maybe?
Me: =bonks the bishie= Shaddap.

Today, we're finally going to open the DvD case. Ah, reliving the moments of Feltonism is utter afflatus to my scarred, murderous soul...
...
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Hey, I smell buttered popcorn! Everybody knows I can't resist buttered popcorn!!!!!!! Damn!!! =runs off, leaving her computer workstation in a terminal state of disarray=

Malfoy: Or too hooked on Linkin Park, maybe?
Me: =bonks the bishie= Shaddap.

2002-08-21T05:42:00.000-07:00

I'm.... Saitou?

Take the Rurouni Kenshin Quiz by xceres.

Very creepy, but, it's me.

Kudos goes to waterfox for posting such a great test on her blog.

2002-08-21T05:29:00.000-07:00

Bettina and I are talking about Sanzo's ugliness right now. Ick. THE GUY LOOKS LIKE YOJI FROM WEISS KREUZ, DAMMIT!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEW!!!!

2002-08-21T05:05:00.000-07:00

Wazzaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap??

Regina and I made some sort of secret handshake today. Puerile, yes, but it was because of boredom that we resorted to such idle idiocy. Hey, it was fun anyway!

The teachers are crawling all over me. Why?

Ms. Regala, my English teacher, asked me to portray Aunt Sophia tomorrow. =shudder= Aunt Sophia's a character in the story, "The Chieftest Mourner". She's the first wife of a famous poet. Can't her husband be Hahn or Tom instead? I'd be able to act with more effort if the story was like that ^_^. Another classmate took the role of the mistress, who gets referred to as a bitch in the end. =snicker= Miss Reg said that we'd be interviewed by the rest of the class. Argh, I hate nagging questions. However, as a reward, I (and Roxanne) won't have to take the next quiz. Sweet deal? I don't know.

Computer class began, and Ms. Dupet asked me to speak with her in private. At first, I was wondering about what ill sin I committed against the network. (Yes, I've gotten into trouble many times. I'm the one who keeps formatting the first year database and my classroom's folder. Hehehe..) But then, she showed me this pamphlet regarding some sort of Web Designing contest. It was no surprise to me, since Abbie and I had seen a similar poster downstairs. We were planning on entering, although we couldn't make light of the theme. She queried if I wanted to join, because in her words, I was the most mischievous computer student in the batch -- I kept experimenting on the meager html files the Labs had, no matter what the effect. I wasn't sure, so we agreed that the final verdict would be given tomorrow. I'm confused. I want to join, but I also want to back out...

Geez. Please... let the pluviality of the Heavens reign in the air for just one day. Droplets of humidity, effervescent rays of hope... damn. I want RAIN before I turn into poetic slop.

Oh, btw, I loathe Flirt even more. She acts like she's queen of the world. You know what I think? She should go to Moron's house, rape the arrogant do aho until both of them get pregnant, and lacerate her organs by running my Dad's company's 16-wheel oil truck all over her misshapen body.

Ah, Moron. She used to be the adorable do aho two years ago, but now, she's merely fodder for my wrath. Perhaps in her opinion, I'm nothing to her as well. Pff, as if I give a damn. Stupid shitty asshole.

Slash my wrists,
kiss my ass...

2002-08-18T06:14:00.000-07:00

Guess what? I'm worth $1,767,070.00. Anyone willing to buy me?

2002-08-18T05:53:00.000-07:00

Hn. Html's quite confusing.

2002-08-18T05:47:00.000-07:00

Nyahahahaha!! New layout!! I really can't say anything right now -- too tired from modifying everything. Whee!!

What Snack Food are YOU? Click here to find out!

2002-08-17T03:42:00.000-07:00

2002-06-23T06:05:00.000-07:00

Entry 014

Aargh!!!! FFnet's down AGAIN!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!! [grumble...]

What the hell is up with their staff? Do they take coffee breaks too long?

Have you guys ever seen Grim and Evil on Cartoon Network? It's a two-part show featuring a dismembered brain and the Reaper. The storyline's nice and cynical -- way better than three toddlers infected with hydrocephalus. Grim's a softie under that cloak, if you ask me... [^_~]

(Oh yeah, I forgot. You can catch the show every Friday at 7 PM.)

2002-06-22T06:41:00.000-07:00

Entry 013

Neglected, eh? It's their problem, not mine.

Hn, what am I, anyways? A good kid turned bad, or a bad kid turned good? Heck, I slapped my enemy on the first day of classes. Would that be considered angelic?

Why did I raise a hand against her? Not 'cause she was leaning on the wall. (Actually, she looked good sticking next to the plaster. It was as if she were nothing more than a mere part of the structure itself.) It was because she broke our freakin' peace agreement... AGAIN. Geez. Hasn't she gotten tired of the same SOPs?

Yep, it's shallow. Something about broken promises just makes me very, very irked. I guess that (the slap, ninny) was how I countered her in lieu of the usual verbal assaults. She overdid it, and that's what she got -- the result of me getting physical. Not that my hand actually hurt her. It never left a mark on her face, doi...

The way I see it, the bitch is overreacting... perhaps I am too. Damn.

Oh well... [smirks]

2002-06-14T18:28:00.000-07:00

Entry 012

(I order you to click on the links to the left. Those are blogs created by two of my dear friends. They're very good reads, I promise!)

Today, I'm pissed. Yesterday, I was pissed as well. Maybe this is "piss-me-off" week...

Men are so strange. They flaunt their assets too much. Just because they've got killer biceps or adorable smiles doesn't mean that they have to act like helium-infused balloons. Ugh.

I hate school, and with only a few days to go, I'm beginning to harbor bloody intentions. There are rumors that our elementary principal has agreed to move to the high school department. Frankly, I'd rather do my karate naked instead of spending four more years with a senile nun. Grr... is she following my batch?

When someone you really love dies spiritually, is it possible to bring him/her back again?