It kind of breaks my heart, but I have to tell you guys I've moved my blog.



http://someting.i.ph



It took pretty long before I got used to it but yes that is where I'm going to be posting nonsense from now on. This blog will only serve as a sort-of archive.



But who knows? Maybe I'll come back (since it's kind of easier to do stuff on blogdrive haha)

See the superhero test where I got Supergirl as a result? I tried it again today and...

I still got Supergirl.

But then I didn't notice the other link on the results page, the one about the which supervillain are you? quiz. It took Doms to tell me that she got the Joker on that quiz for me to take the superhero test again and look for that link.

Anyway...


Your results:
You are The Joker

The Joker 61% Poison Ivy 58% Two-Face 57% Dark Phoenix 49% Mystique 49% Mr. Freeze 47% Dr. Doom 46% Riddler 40% Venom 40% Magneto 39% Apocalypse 35% Lex Luthor 33% Juggernaut 33% Green Goblin 29% Catwoman 28% Kingpin 12%

The Clown Prince of Crime. You are a brilliant mastermind but are criminally insane.  You love to joke around while accomplishing the task at hand.

Click here to take the Supervillain Personality Quiz


so there. AHAHAHahaAHAHAhahAHAhAhaAHaHA!!!!!!!!

I don't know how the test works but I was surprised when it said:



Your results:
You are Supergirl

Supergirl 65% Hulk 65% Superman 60% Spider-Man 55% Green Lantern 45% Robin 40% Batman 40% Wonder Woman 35% Catwoman 25% Iron Man 25% The Flash 20%

Lean, muscular and feminine. Honest and a defender of the innocent.

Click here to take the Superhero Personality Quiz




My friend (He's a he) even got Catwoman, heh.

The thing with blogs is that it takes a while before you can write. You turn on the computer and wait until you can use it (believe it or not mine takes almost 30 minutes to start up.). You then connect to the internet (poor me, still on dial-up), fail, and try for x number of times until you can finally connect. And then you start checking e-mail, your friendster account, some message boards that you're a member of but you just lurk since you don't have anything witty or interesting to contribute, your friend's blogs which you think are much more better than yours, etc...  and generally forget about writing whatever it was that you wanted to write about and now you have to leave the computer since other people still have to use it. (My, we love our useless long sentences.)

Of course there's old pen and paper to jot down the thoughts that unexpectedly hit you in the head, but, thanks to the wonders of technology, I type faster than I write. (Now there's something we could've done over the summer, work on improving writing speed, but no we just had to be a bum and play games on the PS2 every single game and stuff.) Now I'd like to get my thoughts written down as fast as possible and a keyboard would do the thing and it's much more comfortable than longhand. Why don't I just deal with the pain and stuff and use pen and paper? I pretty much like to be in the spotlight and this blog can sort of do that. Why store all my thoughts and observations on a diary, wait for some war to happen, hide away inside a secret living space inside the house while still updating the diary, get discovered by the oppressor's secret police force, get sent to a death camp, die since that's what you usually do in death camps, have your father survive the whole ordeal, make him go back to your old house and find your diary which he will reprint and pass along to friends and family who then pass it on to their friends and family who pass it on to another group of people who pass it on to people who pass stuff on to people who... until your diary becomes a classic account of life in those hard times and gets translated to several languages and becomes required reading for english classes in some catholic girls-or-boys-exclusive school, when you can just upload your thoughts onto the internet and have an instant audience because instant gratification is always better than long-term benefit right? And yes, that long sentence had Anne Frank's diary in mind. I haven't read it yet and I wasn't required to read it (but my sister was) and it's been in this house for maybe 6 years already.


In any case, I suck as a writer.

(Oh yes, public self-depreciation would be a sure way to boost your ego by way of your friends, and sometimes complete strangers, who would cheer you up and say that you write well)

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Yes, I'm moving on to another topic. I usually just give the stupid emo posts their own space, in respect for their being emo. The mindless ramblings like to clump together and have parties where they mindlessly ramble about anime, manga, life, not having a life, schoolwork, and on very rare occasions, politics.

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The rains are here again.

Yay!

I like rain. There's something about a mild drizzle that gives me some weird sense of comfort. Sudden showers and downpours can prolong a stay in a friend's house, be the source of myriad excuses, and grumblings about not paying attention to the nagging feeling of bringing an umbrella when you were leaving the house.
Rainstorms and Typhoons can cancel classes and stuff. No, I'm not going to be hypocrtical and say that I care about the economy and the people affected by these storms. I guess a little part of me cares but the rest of me gets happy when classes are suspended. Give me a break, I'm in college, I only have maybe two rainy seasons left when I hope that it would rain so much that it could drown the whole school. After that I'd probably be grumbling about having to trudge through flood and traffic just to get to work.

Yep, even though rain makes you have dirty, muddy, feet, making you regret wearing slippers that day, cause major traffic jams in which you are stuck in a stuffy jeepney for what would seem like eternity, flood the whole neighborhood, cause your dad to have an irritable temper, and thus, force everybody to clean the house, and a whole lot of other inconveniences, and also the fact that a lot of sucky songs are inspired by rain, I like the rain. No I'm not being sarcastic, seriously.

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I bought a DVD of the 7th season of Gilmore Girls and I'm kind of disappointed to see that it's incomplete. "Kind of" since I had the feeling that it was incomplete and that I saw that it only had 10 episodes on it when I previewed it. Anyway it gave me 3 days' worth of entertainment. But maybe I should've just gotten a Will and Grace DVD... hmm...
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On a random note: My desktop background is purple

Political Science,

    I'm not going to say dear or anything since I don't really care much about you and you are not dear to me in any way. I know, this letter is pretty much useless since PolSci is an abstract thing and stuff but whatever; it kind of makes for an interesting emo post or something and I just want to get something off my chest (ooh cliche).

    We've been together for over two years and such and whoopdedoo on the things we've been through. I settled on you for my program since you were a pre-law course and I pretty much told my aunt that I was more interested in Law than in Nursing so that I could get out of UST. Pretty much a damn mistake since I then find out that I wouldn't very much like a career in Law but hey, it was a mistake that led me to meeting quite a few people that are worth knowing. Well, that's one benefit I got from you haha. But pretty much, as I've said, I never really cared for you. PS 11, 14, 100, and 150 didn't really hold my interest. PS14 and PS150, I regarded as drudgery. There's also your Economics series that I've so far just managed to scrape passing grades (more likely due to the mercy of professors than my aptitude).

    I've been reading some of the assigned readings I've photocopied and they generally make do for a quick relief from boredom. The only thing is that I've yet to touch the readings that were assigned for the subjects directly related to your particular field. The ones that do touch a bit on your field, the readings for Socsci2, only make me think that people who want to learn your art or something have an "I will save the world!" drive, no offense to PolSci majors out there. I'm still a bit egocentric to do something for the world, which makes me a sad waste of human life.

    So yeah, I'm already tiring people when I say that I don't like you. Even I'm rolling my eyes as I type this crappy little thing. Simplest solution would be to shift courses but I'm too lazy to inquire about other programs and maybe I'm really masochistic since I kept thinking of excuses to not submit an application for shifting. Now, maybe due to my unconscious need for drama, we're going to be together again for another year and maybe 'til graduation since I doubt a third year could shift courses or something. So here's the thing, I'm going to try and stop disliking you and move on to cold indifference, something I should have tried long ago.

Now I'm so tired of doing this that I'm starting to regret starting it... garn! So pretty much I'm just airing my rants to something that will never talk back or something but whatever.

Temporary release from Bum Hermitage has been obtained!

Huzzah!

Huzzah!

Huzzah!!!

Yay internet card I can use during the hours of daylight! (But only sparingly since there's only like 9 hours on it)

I originally intended to do an emo post but going from very happy to extreme emo without some bridge or something to connect them wouldn't really make any sense. So I'll just use this post space to ramble... again. Argh. Nah, doesn't really work. I'll just click on new post to do the emo.

Okay, If I'm going to be spending much on internet shops, why don't I just surf the net at home?

I'm on Dial-up.

On a very obsolete computer.

Downloading a song on Limewire would take 30 minutes... If I'm lucky.

One of the fantasies I have is to buy a laptop for my own personal use. That way, I could blog and not leave my bed or something.

Yay Update!

Well, basically, I've been a bum for the whole summer break. I had grand plans, but I can't get my ass to move around. Haha (semi-sarcastic).

Right now, I'm pretty addicted to downloading manga. Pretty much the reason why I'm spending money at a computer rental shop around the corner. It's pretty annoying really. The server keeps on playing gangztah music and stuff. There was one time that they played a tagalog rip-off version of "Angel of Mine" and "Ignition", complete with sucky rap and lots of colloquial references to secksual stuff.

Out of boredom, I've started reading the readings I photocopied for some subject or another. I'm actually kind of reading them for the first time since I just photocopied them maybe just a few days before the test that they were going to be about.

This is annoying. Once again my brain is spewing out inconsistent stuff. I can't stay on topic graaahhhh. Mind if I just ramble? Oh sure you'd let me do that. Actually there's nothing you can do about it. Oh fudge...

"You can't do this," He said, grabbing hold of her arm.

"What else can I do?" she replied. She tried getting away from his grip but the guy was damn strong.

He relaxed his hold on her, sat down on the couch, looked at her and said, "You can just go through with this. After that, everything's going to be fine."

"No, it won't be fine," She answered, looking at the floor, trying to avoid his pleading eyes. "I'm fucked either way. I'm not going and that's it."

He shook his head. "Have you even thought about what will happen if you do this? What about the others? You're just going to throw their hard work away?"

Oh great, he's using the think-of-the-others card. She rolled her eyes and looked back at him, "They'll live." She turned away again and started heading for the door. "And besides, I'd be too much of a bitch to enjoy something I didn't work for- Yes, I haven't done anything for this whole crapfest. You can pick up your jaw from the floor now."

"Don't you think you're going too far? I mean you can make it up to them."

"I'm tired of making it up to those who've saved me. I'm thinking it's time for me to face hell, alone."

"Let me get this straight, you'd rather take the easy way into hell than go through hell to clear things up?"

"Here's the thing, I think I can live with hell. I don't want to go and feel like I'm in hell."

"This is ridiculous. Your need for drama in your life is not exactly helping anyone."

She quickly turned back and faced him. "Whatever. But how about this? I. Never. Wanted. To. Be. Part. Of. This. Anyway! That's what this all means. Yeah, I know, it seems to be too late for me to have found out, but that's life for you."

"You do know you'll be missing out on a lot."

"I'll be missing out on a lot either way."

"This is stupid."

"What isn't?"

Well, I'm not feeling depressed or overly happy or anything. I'm just feeling bored. Seriously. It's 9:09 in the morning. Most of my family's still asleep since they all got home late last night. Me? I was in the house, alone. Just the way I like it. You see I get a feeling of peace whenever I'm left alone inside the house and that's when I'm pretty productive. I even got to doing a few chores around the house. You won't see me doing that everyday. I'm a slob and a lazy-ass bum. If I don't like you, I will try my best to drive you crazy by "forgetting" to do things or purposely delaying them. Evil? Or maybe a need to feel that I'm in charge, I don't know.

I just finished Kingdom Hearts 2 again just a while ago. Using the Berserk Charge ability is really helpful since it allows you to do endless combos, especialy when you do an air combo. It's a nice feeling when you keep on linking aerial spirals, aerial sweeps, and horizontal slashes 'til you kill your opponent. If you can't understand what I'm saying, that's all right. I'm just descending to my geek stuff. Kingdom Hearts 2 is a bit like kiddie Devil May Cry with a different degree of kewlness. I'm playing it over and over right now since I have nothing else to do. That is, nothing else I want to do. There could be a bajillion things I have to do but forgetting about obligations can be pure bliss at times.

Anyway playing Kingdom Hearts let's me do stuff I can't possibly do in the real world. Like gliding through the air for instance. I can just imagine jumping off from the top floor of a building and just go and ride the wind, feeling it rush past yourself, the world becoming a blur, especially when you get tangled in telephone lines. But really, there are times when I walk to the place where I go wait for jeepneys that I wish I could just fly there because it'll help with the stuck-on-the-ground, roasting-under-the-sun's-raging-inferno feeling.

There's also having a telekinetic link with Keyblades, uh... that's a sword that looks like a key. Seriously, the main character wields a giant key against the forces of the Darkness and Nothingness. And Goofy, Donald, and a host of Disney and Square Enix characters fight alongside him.

Back to the telekinetic link with Keyblades, Sora (the main character :P), when using the Master form or the Final form, can just wave his hands and the keyblade would just sail through the air, following his hand movements. Think kung-fu ballet with flying swords that follow the body movements.

Of course there's also the ability to call down lightning, or a ring of flames, or a huge chunk of ice at your enemies. It would be nice when you have a bad day and you see people the world would be better off not having, let's say a guy on a motorcycle that's blasting some hip-hop song from giant speakers. You get annoyed when you see that person but you eventually become twistedly happy as you watch him perish as lightning strikes him- again and again and again.

I started writing this post a couple of days ago and I mean days ago. I never really got to finishing it. I guess I never knew how to finish it, it was just a thing that sprouted out of boredom. Escape is a really wondeful thing, especially when pressures and stuff abound. I'd just like to tell people, "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn!" (Nope, haven't read or watched "Gone With the Wind") Oh yeah, I hate you all