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Grades

2008-12-12T04:01:28Z

Exam time...

It’s my OR exam later. I think I’m screwed, but then again I always say that…I’m usually right. So hopefully later will be a very pleasant and welcomed surprise. Not counting on it though.
I don’t really get why exams have to be harder than they should. I can get with the aiming for excellence thing, but risking ones academic future in a place that values grades above all else, where the odds are purposely stack against you just seems like it undermines the purpose of excellence. I mean, sure you may get high grades, and pat yourself on the back for a job well done, but it always begets the question whether you did it for grades or if you actually learned something.
Of course, Tanchoco doesn’t help things with his philosophy that grades tell you everything about a person. I definitely hate that thought.

Chocolate Blues

2008-11-27T05:58:56Z

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<There's one version I heard that involves tea...So this one is about chocolate>

If I give you chocolate, that’s ‘coz we’re friends.
If I give it to you fresh, not cold and hard but not melted and sticky, that’s just manners.
If I give you milk chocolate, and I say it’s coz I don’t know what you like, then that’s just chocolate.
But, if I give you the dark, rich and just to your taste…that is love. As bittersweet as you and me and the bond between us.

Seven and a half hours.

2008-11-18T06:39:08Z

So my schedule made me have a break from 9am to 430pm. Every Tuesday and Thursday.

So here I am, just waiting. It's like I'm fated to have nice teachers, but an incredibly crappy sched. Ah, well, at least the Wi-Fi here in school is pretty fast.

Broncos 24, Falcons 20

2008-11-17T11:51:12Z

How can you say a team is just as determined as it is lucky?

By seeing them win despite having lost a crap load of regular players, and rallying against a decent team in the fourth quarter of an NFL game.

Add, a stubborn determination to not lose to my reasons to why I love the Denver Broncos.

The Bitch

2008-11-17T11:46:21Z

There's this girl and she's kind of a...bitch.

She's kinda cold, especially when you've pissed her off.

She barely lets down her guard, only for the fangirling she seems to enjoy doing.

She can be obsessed. About anything. Mostly about hot guys...or girls. And TV shows. and the fuckin' Lakers.

She makes me feel like the most detested guy in the room.

She's not honest with me...Not so much a liar, but not being truthful.

Despite being "friends", lately I can't even get a decent conversation out of her.

I'm a wreck because of her...But wanna hear something funny?

I'm crazy about her.

Not paying attention

2008-11-17T11:18:23Z

I'm in LS100 right now, with a new laptop and internet connection. So yeah, I ain't listening...

I'm bored...

The Priest Does Not Exist

2007-07-11T11:04:12Z

Anti-Catholicism is fun. It really is. I mean I'm not an Atheist but it is amusing to see how blind Catholic faith can get. On a side note, I'm really getting flustered with theology. I mean I understand that people see religion as a way to fill the holes in their lives but c'mon, religion makes people make their own holes. Not to mention that theology looks to impose their so called truth upon everyone. Jeez...If it were the absolute truth they were teaching, then I wouldn't be complaining. Everyone would accept it as a truth beyond contestation. The reality is there are people that just don't buy into this bullshit.

Wow, anti-religious ranting, hehehe... Anyway, this story is actually one I found in my old Christian Living class. I just...tweaked the ending.

The Priest Does Not Exist
By Gino Tano

During World War II, a Catholic Priest was captured by German soldiers and taken to a prison camp. There he experienced the atrocities of the War. However, he managed to keep his faith in God. He knew that God would help him through his experience.

One day, he came upon a congregation of people in the center of he camp. They were gathered to hear the words of a fellow prisoner. This particular prisoner was an Atheist. This meant he didn’t believe in God. He had started talking about the absurdities of the concept of God. Eventually, more people began to listen and his little rant turned into something akin to the ancient Grecian tutorial circles.

The prisoner talked about how if God was so mighty and benevolent, then how could he allow something like the War to happen. He went on to say that maybe God was just doing a bad job, or more in line with his Atheistic belief, that God does not exist at all. These complaints, of course, made the priest jump in and defend his faith.

The priest cited how God worked in mysterious ways. He told the Atheist that only when there is evil could God’s grace be recognized. The Atheist of course saw the priest’s defense as nothing more than blind faith. He then shouted loudly, that if God existed, then He should strike him down now, where he stood. Nothing happened, and with a grin, the Atheist proclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen, God does not exist.”

To disprove the Atheist’s point, the priest asked a nearby guard for his pistol. The guard found the debate amusing, so he happily gave up his sidearm. The priest then gave the gun to the Atheist and insisted that he shoot him. The priest then turned to the people gathered, his back facing the Atheist.

Ten minutes passed, and the priest was still very much alive. Convinced that the people got his point, that God does not have to act to prove his existence, he turned around to face the Atheist. He started saying something, “Ladies and gentlemen, the Atheist does not exist. See-,”

It was then a shot was heard. The priest fell back dead with a horrified expression on his face. The bullet hit him right in the middle of the forehead. The Atheist, still holding the smoking gun, then said, more grimly, “Ladies and gentlemen, the priest does not exist anymore.”

The lesson of the story: Do not think that just because God is said to be all powerful, that you can underestimate the power of man.

Sunday

2007-06-19T11:27:45Z

This is a poem, which is actually the English translation of the Japanese song, "Sunday" by the BabySTARS.

It's not exact, I changed some of the words 'coz I thought they'd sound better. This was good practice for Japanese class.

Sunday
By the BabySTARS
As translated by me…^^,

Even worn out words like “I love you” mean something once again
When I say them to you, they’re words for only you
On this sunny Sunday, an ordinary Sunday,
I hope this moment will last forever…and you keep talking

“What is it you like about me?”
That’s the hardest question you’ve ever asked
So for now, I’ll stop the movie we’ve rented
And answer you with a smirk

I like your beautiful smile
It gives me a reason to wake up
And I like how you look
‘Coz you look good no matter what you wear

And tha’s just your looks
What about the important things inside you?
You’re kind, you’re smart, you’re cute when you’re mad
And you never back down
There’s so much more to you
I can’t really describe it
But you know?
I don’t think you need a reason to fall in love

Even worn out words like “I love you” mean something once again
When I say them to you, they’re words for only you
On this sunny Sunday, just another Sunday,
Time passes by, as you and I watch the sky

You still act strong, even if the burden of the world weighs on you
Even when you cry, on nights when we’re apart, I’ll be with you

Sadness and pain
Of course, life is full of stuff like that
But your casual, “Hang in there!” is enough to get me through
Whenever you fall, I’ll be the guy to catch you
Even if the scenery changes, stay with me…
Bad sleeping habits and all.

Even worn out words like “I hate you” mean the opposite to me
As you’re sulking when you say them to me
They’re words for only me
On this sunny Sunday, like any other Sunday
I’ll say it to you one more time…
“I love you.”

It’s an ordinary Sunday
Just like any other Sunday
But, to me, it’s a special Sunday.

The Tale of The Noble Azure Knight

2007-06-07T02:33:07Z

I've decided to turn my journal into a place to keep my stories. So for now, this will be an archive for my writings.

This first one is something I recently wrote. It took about 30 minutes...

The Tale of the Noble Azure Knight (An Atenean Fairy Tale)
By Gino Tano

In the kingdom of Ateneo, the land was marshaled by the Blue Eagle Knights. They were the greatest warriors among their contemporaries during the Warring Octet Era. Whenever the land was in danger, the knights would rise up with their swords, shields, and spears and their enemies would fall, their lives just another notch on a knightly scabbard.

Only the best and brightest in the kingdom could become Blue Eagle Knights. Among the millions living in the kingdom, a mere 10,000 could call themselves worthy of knighthood. A strict trial would ensure that only the most qualified could learn knightly ways, and even stricter taskmasters would make sure that only the absolute cream of the crop would be knighted.

Among the Knight’s current number was a young man. This young man was more than he seemed because his father, and his grandfather and all his previous ancestors were known to have been called by a legendary name: The Azure Knight.

The Azure Knight is a title given only to the next head of this young man’s family. It denoted a status and prestige only a few other titles could compare with, and even fewer could surpass. As such this young man, fresh from being knighted, had many things to prove, and then some, before he could consider himself a true Azure Knight, for now he was Azure Knight by name and lineage only.

Being a new Knight meant having to serve in a company’s squad. The Azure Knight found himself becoming a member of the ME company’s 4th squad. To a Knight, his or her squad was family. It was no different with the Azure Knight. He forged friendships that, unaware to him at the time, would last forever. Through the numerous missions he and his squad faced, they grew up, turning into better warriors, and more importantly better people.

Now among his squad, there was a specific person that would become a very important person in the Azure Knight’s life. This person was his squad captain, more importantly this person was a woman. At the beginning, the Azure Knight paid no special attention to her. Even when they, and two others from 4th Squad, were assigned to an elite class of knights for their notable abilities, the Azure Knight and his captain were indifferent.

That all changed on one fateful day. The two of them, the Azure Knight and his captain, were left alone. He was getting ready to go home, when surprisingly she asked him if he could accompany her. Thinking of this more as an order, he gladly followed. She had a mission to complete, and with the aid of the Azure Knight, it was accomplished with haste. Afterwards, the two found themselves on the castle walls, talking as the sun went down. It was their first real connection.

Over time, their bond grew. The Azure Knight found someone he could open up to, about his ideals, his principles, and most importantly his problems. The Captain found herself a strong arm to help her, both when something needed to be done and when she herself needed someone to catch her as she fell. The rigors of knightly duties were lessened by the friendship of these two.

Slowly the Azure Knight came to realize, his captain, no…his friend kept him sane. Through all the battles, and wars, and villains they faced, she was there to keep him on the Knight’s path. He began to forget how life was without her. As their regular talks became deeper, he knew he did not want her to leave. Finally, one afternoon as he was walking home, after talking as they usually do, the Azure Knight realized, he loved her. He loved his captain. Her beauty, her strength, her wits, and most importantly, her very existence, he loved her.

Unfortunately, as he came to this slow, maybe too slow, realization, a chain of events began that would change everything.

The captain, herself, had a very close friend, her lieutenant. They were almost like sisters. They did everything together. As the captain led her squad, her lieutenant was always there at her side. However, something happened between them, something bad, and slowly their relationship dissolved. The captain and lieutenant found themselves hurt by the other, they felt betrayed. With their eroding friendship, so too was the respect most of the squad had for the captain.

The captain found herself alone. Even when she turned to other friends, she found her lost friendship with her lieutenant too much too bear. She became ill, though no one would know, and her grief turned into despair.

For the Azure Knight, a man who considered her one of his closest friends, he was clueless about the situation. He had his own problems. His unrequited feeling began taking its toll on him. He found himself in his own despairing mood. Looking back, it was foolish and selfish of him. This was because the captain found herself another confidante.

The captain in her sadness and inability to reach out to the Azure Knight turned to her old friend, a Prince of the Great Country Pis-Ay, and also Knight of ME company. He was the one that helped her, and eventually, in the same manner the Azure Knight fell in love with his captain, the captain fell in love with her prince.

The Azure Knight found out. Of course he did, and he found out in the worst way. He saw them, looking happily at each other, and the Azure Knight knew that, he lost her. He lost woman of his dreams.

He tried to look happy for her. After all, he was still a gentleman. Still it pained him, to see them. It pained him to hear her talk to others about her prince. Most of all it pained him to think that, it was because of his own inaction that led to this.

The rift between her and her squad was too much for the captain. She decided to shift companies. She wanted to forget the pain. She wrote a letter expressing all this and addressed it to her lieutenant. The Azure Knight chanced upon her, and, in what was reminder of the times they shared before, he helped her write it.

It hurt him, because in that letter were words that would forever be with him. The events that led to her decision were detailed, as were the reasons she found solace in the Prince. Finally, the words that would shatter his heart were written, she loved the Prince, she loved him, not the Azure Knight. It was even worst that the Azure Knight heard that from his captain’s very own lips. Still, even if that was the case, he knew that as a friend, he had his own duties. So, he told her to be strong, do not cry, and never regret because this was her own destiny she herself was writing.

With that, the captain delivered her letter. Her final days within the company, within the squad, were split between her remaining friends, Azure Knight included, and her Prince.

The day of her departure was at hand. The Azure Knight sat with two of his friends at a café. Surprisingly, he received a message from her. The captain had told him personally about her transfer, and within the message, was a simple goodbye. No one else in the squad received one, at least not to the Azure Knight’s knowledge. It reminded him that he loved her, and that their bond was different from the ordinary.

They met one last time. She was moving to another part of the kingdom, to COMMT company, to another squad, and to a new life. He had hoped they could still see each other regularly, but they would go on different missions, they could almost never see each other again.

If she had known of his feelings, would she be feeling the same way? The Azure Knight was left with nothing but regret. He knew the Prince would always see her, it was his right, his duty, and he would do it well. For the Azure Knight, he did not know anymore. He lost his love, his friend. Even when he saw her depart for the new company, whisked away with her prince, the Azure Knight did not say it to her, “I love you…”

Returning to his squad, which had lost good men and women due to the war that had raged on, as all this personal drama was happening, the Azure Knight decided to keep his captain’s memory alive. He became the new captain, and assigning the same lieutenant that started all the chain of unfortunate events, (he still has not fully forgiven her.), he was about to begin a new time for 4th Squad.

Still, it would forever haunt him, the loss of her. He hears that she’s happy, and that makes him happy. However, these days he sits in the usual spot, the same area in the castle the two of them used to frequent. There he looks up at the sky, and he remembers her, with sad dark eyes, that just want to cry, but can not. He whispers the same thing to himself over and over again…”It should’ve been me…”

THE END

SEM Break Day 1...

2006-10-18T07:59:58Z

Alright, SEM Break…It feels good to finish my first term of college.

To be honest though, the build-up to the break has been hell. I couldn’t update this thing ‘coz of all the deadlines I had to meet. Oh well, I guess that’s college.

The one thing I never thought I’d do was worry about Math. It’s been the most life shortening class I’ve taken. What makes it worse is that I need a C or more if I want to graduate. I really don’t know why I’m having trouble. Maybe it’s karma or something, I don’t know. I don’t believe in karma anyway…Ack, I’m in deep trouble. First time in my life ever that I actually fear that I’m gonna fail.

Next term, I swear I’ll make Dean’s List…Until then, I better enjoy my respite. I really think I need it…

Peace out...

:Sigh:

2006-09-19T08:09:48Z

Ever since I came back from UP last Saturday, I haven't been feeling like myself. I really don't know what it is, but everytime I go to UP I feel this sense of being overwhelmed. No offence or anything, there is just an "aura" around it.

Anyways, any of you guys ever feel that the world is against you? Lately it seems that my life has been a little off. It's like everyone is going on with their life, but I'm here lying on the ground watching the sun go across the sky. I'm exhausted, I'm probably also a little paranoid. Maybe I just need to get some sleep.

One last thing: I have to ask YOU...Do like me or do you hate me? Either way, it's gonna be one hell of a problem.

A Depressing Crisis...

2006-09-12T08:35:32Z

Am I worth something? I've been asking myself that question for the month. I wasn't in the mood to update my journal because of it. I don't know what it is. I just feel out of it.

There are days when I just lie down, and try to figure out the great riddle that is my perception of me. I have come to quite a few intriguing conclusions. I like being a bit weird. Whether that is a good or bad thing, I think it is up to each one to decide. I can laugh at funerals or really sad situations, not because I mock them, but because I believe you should be able to laugh at life’s little cheap shots. I like being nice, simply because it is the right thing to do. I can be clumsy, but at the same time I am athletic. I speak out of context, either because I was not paying attention to the conversation or I just want to see other people’s reactions.

Sometimes, I am too serious for my own good. I know a thing or two about obsession. I know heartbreak a little too well. I am usually perceived as an “enjoy life” type, but in truth, I consider myself an introvert. Even when I am surrounded with friends and no matter how many people are around me, somewhere in the deep, dark corners of my soul, I still feel alone.

My stay in Ateneo has made me think of whether I'm worth anything. I've failed every endeavour I've taken up. I'm seriously doubting myself.

I really do not have anything worth to offer. I do not have great inherent intelligence like some of my peers. I also do not have the will to work hard like the others. I tend to be indifferent about exams. I don't hear the calling of the medical world my friend, nor do I see myself a businessman, like my blockmates in Management Engineering. I do not have any talent for music or art and I probably won’t have a career as a professional athlete. I am definitely staying away from law and politics. I don't even have proper posture no matter how much my mom nags at me.

I envy those that know for sure what they can do. I do not have any advantages, no edge in life except maybe an incorruptible stubbornness, and the fact I care for my friends and family more than I care for myself, if I can even consider that a good thing.

I also envy those who know what they want to do. I really do. I envy the my Taft friends. I envy my UP friends. I envy my Ateneo friends.

Maybe they can do something great, while I stay behind.

Was I a good friend back in La Salle? I dunno. Not anymore. I don't know anymore.

So I ask again...Am I worth anything?

Very Bad Day...

2006-08-22T07:25:03Z

Failed my Math Long Test...

I gotta handle the money for my Filipino class...

Essay due tomorrow...

Thinking about just sleeping in for the rest of my life...

I'm feeling very worthless now...

On a lighter note this is what my Tennis coach had to say about some of the answers to our midterm...

1) Carlos Agassi is not the same as Andre Agassi...

2) Vanessa Williams sings, not plays tennis...thats Venus Williams...

3) B1 and B2 are not the top doubles team...

Peace out...

I Hate You...

2006-08-01T10:53:40Z

Something I wrote back in Senior year...I just need to vent...

I HATE YOU...

I hate you.

I hate it when you look at me…
(Because my heart stops, and you make me think that everything I do will look stupid to you. I have to work hard to stay calm, cool and collected. It’s hard having to do that everyday, because we saw each other almost everyday.)

I hate it when you talk to me…
(Because I have to plan everything I have to say, I mean, you have any idea how many sleepless nights I’ve had just thinking about what to say to you the next day?
And yet, when I see you, I can’t help but stay quiet, and all my plans go down the drain.)

I hate it when you touch me…
(Because my heart beats faster, my stomach numbs, my hands feel colder, and my face feels hotter.)

I hate it when you say you miss me/like me/care for me…
(Because I know I’ll never get the nerve to say it back.)

I hate it when you’re with another guy…
(Because I become jealous, and I know it’s wrong. Hell, most of the guys you’re with are my friends. It’s because of the mental and emotional torment that it puts me through, knowing I’ll never be with you.)

I hate it when you smile…
(Because it makes me smile, it makes me look at you and think about you.)

Most of all, I hate you because you make me hate myself…
(Because, deep down, I know I don’t hate you. Heck, I think I even like you.)
Everyday, those little things that make me melt inside, the laughs, the memories, the smile. It took me too long too realize it.

Now that it’s over, I look back with regret.

What was I suppose to say?

“I hate you,” no I couldn’t say that, I shouldn’t say that. I know it’s not true.

“I like you,” hmmm, yeah that’s the one. It’s too late now, I guess…

Still dazed and confused because of you, why can’t I get you out of my head?

I’ll tell you this, though, I like the hell you give me…Heh, I hate that too…

St. Ignatius Day...

2006-07-31T05:31:29Z

It's St. Ignatius Day...

No classes for Ateneo, yey!

But I am bored out of my skull.

"New Avengers 22" is still not out. Damn...

Hey if I could ask a question...Would any of you go out with your best friend's ex?

I'm just asking...

Peace out...

First Worst Day...

2006-07-21T12:22:36Z

First off, I got my computer back. It was infected and the system had to be reformatted. Upside is it's back, upgraded and all.

Anyway, back to why today is the "First Worst Day"...

ME students need an average of C in their first two long tests in Math 18 to be retained in the course. I'm in Math 21, so it's not my concern. My block, T4, has 27 students. After today, only 24 remain. Three of my blockmates were dropped today. (Incidentally, they were all taught by the same teacher.) It was seriously depressing, everyone else passed, but we were in no mood to eat during lunch. The halls of Sec-A had a heavy air to it.

After that, the list of finalists for "Sagala ng mga Sikat" was posted. T4 didn't make it...

I call it the "First Worst Day" beacuse it's only the 5th week of Freshman year. I've a bad, almost foreboding feeling that there's gonna be a lot more of them.

Damn, now, I'm all emo and angsty...

Something's wrong...

2006-07-09T08:10:58Z

I don't think it's serious, but I feel that somewhere, somthing is out of place...

Heh...

Last night, I went to Reg's despidida. No alcohol for me since I had to drive. It's amazing really, to see how people act when they're drunk and you're sober.

On another note, I hated being the only Atenean there. If ever I have to go to another mostly Taft party, I'm bringing a load of Ateneans with me.

Good luck in New York Reg!!!

Peace out...

Disappointing...

2006-07-01T02:28:42Z

Well, final selections are done and I didn't make the team. It's really a kick to the psyche. I mean I played badly. I'm not surprised I miss the cut. Now, I've got one year away from scholastic tennis...Oh well, there's always next year. But still, this reminds me way to much of high school. Maybe, I have to completely change how I see tennis. I think it shouldn't just be my sport or hobby anymore. It has to be my passion, possibly even my obsession. Heh, I'm good at obsessing.

Ahhh, still one year. What the heck can I do until the next tryouts...

Meanwhile, I need to find housing. It's too much of a hassle to drive to and from Ateneo.

10:25...2 hours before I have to meet my block. I can't believe I'm in the school library on a Saturday.

Peace out...

2 weeks...

2006-06-29T07:28:01Z

Just an update...for the sake of updating.

I FEEL SICK (and it's only been the second week...)

I'm in the final round of tryouts for the men's tennis team.

I've learned never to take advanced placement exams. I mean, a week and a half of calculus, without a shred of precal, is just wrong.

Me and my blockmates had our first gimmick together. "Cars" was actually very good.

I am officialy back into comics.

Always read the stuff you have to read. Today, I just experienced my first surprise quiz, and I had absolutely no answers. Zip. Nada.

Can you believe I'm the Filipino 11 beadle for my block? That's after finding out I wasn't going to be demoted to Fil 10 for doing so badly on the diagnostic test.

"High School Musical" rocks...Seriously...

So far, so good. I can now call myself Atenean.

Peace out...

My First Day...

2006-06-19T10:37:21Z

Okay before talking about today, I just have to say what happened last week during ORSEM. It was the usual stuff at first, meeting your block, meeting the admin, and running around the campus to tour it.

On the last day, we had a 4 hour concert to celebrate the coming of freshmen.

The ones who played were:
-Blue Fields
-Dicta-Liscense(?)
-Rivermaya
-Urbandub
-Parokya ni Edgar
-Hush
-Spongecola
-Kamikazee

Heh, fun, and even if you feel "Narda" is overplayed, it's different listening to it live.

Enrollment was easy. Well, for me, since I finished in the morning. It's all luck of the draw.

Katipunan is great.

Anyway, today was the first day, and it was alright. It's not to heavy yet. Hell, my sked isn't heavy in the first place.

Met some good profs. Our Physics prof doesn't give final exams, and our English/Lit prof is pretty nice. But my math prof, er, he thinks that since we're in Advanced Placement, we know all the pre-cal stuff already. Damn, should've listened to Sir Xybert. Ahhh, The Da Vinci Code is easier to understand than differential calculus.

Hmmm, oh, and on June 24, 7 AM, it's Men's Tennis Team try-outs. So here's hoping I make it. Maybe, I can practice on Friday if there're no classes.

I've got good blockmates and my classes seem simple enough. If I make the team, I think I'm gonna start to enjoy Ateneo.

Peace out...

Thinking about college...

2006-06-12T12:09:54Z

I go to school officially on the 19th but today might as well be the last day of summer. I've got orientation the next three days, can you believe it? I mean, just how many bathrooms are there for them to show us.

Ah well, summer had to end sometime.

Right now I just can't help but think about the past two months. Lot's happened. I found my old comic books and refound my passion for them. I've learned how to fix some of the appliances at home. I've gotten better at tennis, hopefully good enough for college. I've got my parents' trust when driving, which isn't necessarily a good thing.

I also started an "epic" starring, hehe, BACKLESS.

Aside from that, I occasionally look back and regret about things. When you're remembering the good times, can't help but think of the bad, right?

Overall, I don't feel the whole next step of life thing. To me it's just another day, another page typed in my story.

But it's still the end of summer, and that reminds me, last day of summers are always some of the worst.

Heh, that's life I guess.

Peace out...

Humanity at its worst...

2006-06-09T14:47:55Z

Okay first off, why did it take me like a week and a half to find out about the "Controversial Blog"?

Anyway, Jahan did one of the most vile things I've ever seen. It was rude, baseless, deragatory and a lot of other words from the dictionary.

I can't believe I pitied him. I bet so can some of the others.

But what's worse is the fallout. Some of the comments were just as bad. I mean doing that not only puts us down to his level, it proves his point. I'm saying it because I saw some of my friends, who shouldn't be there at all, being insulted. If you're going to "ad hominem" someone at the very least, AIM!!!

Trina's right...

Just goes to show, we can be just as self-righteous.

You know what Kalam, you got a problem with our batch, no problem, consider yourself disowned. Don't consider yourself safe. You will never have a clean slate, not with what you've done. Run, and be despised for the rest of your life.

Get a life, come to think of it...

You deserved to be alone if that was how you thought. There are people who've had it worse than you, and they never hurt anyone. You wanted attention, fine, you got it. Bear the consequences.

Welcome to hell...Rot there...

Heh, I feel bad now, but I just had to get this out of me, or I might hit him if I see him...

Peace out...

I read two of 'em, so what the heck...

2006-06-07T13:10:43Z

Rule: 6 weird things about yourself(heh, I've got more than six), and 6 people to tag...

1) I talk to myself when I'm thinking of stories to write.

2) I sometimes close my left eye when I walk. Why the left? Dunno.

3) (Sr-A knows this one...), I sleep at some of the most inappropriate times and places.

4) I have the uncontrollable urge to know everything that happens.

5) I love pasta so much that I end up overeating.

6) Sometimes I imagine funny situations in a 'chibified' anime style.

I tag: anyone in the mood to do this...

Peace out...

My teeth...

2006-06-02T02:14:38Z

I take care of my teeth, but for some reason I got cavities. Five of them...damn. I always thought that I'd never have to see that drill again.

It hurts more psychologically, rather than physically now. The smell of burning teeth is the same though.

I think I gotta start flossing now.

Peace out...

"The Da Vinci Code"...

2006-05-27T06:18:42Z

I finally watched it a couple days back. It was good. I seriously don't see where the bad reviews are coming from.

I actually read some of the rants about the movie...

"...the characters talk/explain to much..." (Well, it's like they expect everyone who watches it to understand symbology and history.)

"...the acting is bad..." (I dunno, Paul Bettany as Silas was pretty good, so was "Magneto/Gandalf" as Teabing.)

"...it drags on too much..." (If you've read the book it'll feel like that, but the pace wasn't that slow.)

Meh, if I start to act like my word is law, then I guess I'd be just as bad as the critics.

Oh well...next movie on my plate, "X-Men: The Last Stand".

I'm very bored today...

Peace out...