it goes a little something like this (RO BUG)
Posted at 09:55 PM

kanina, i was "playing" ragnarok, then when i entered the pvp rum, a guild just came out calling me like, "oi allan, sama ka", "vela, tara, nasan ba sina jonard". i am clueless of whom they are, but i know why they know me, its because they are the WS, and our GM, was just like bragging on about how strong i was blah blah... then, at the pvp room i partied with this people, then there was this wizard who casted SG on me ( a spell that freezes you ), so after a little provacation, that wiz casted the spell and right after i froze at my boots, i was disconnected.

I logged in, and DAMN, i was frozen, in the pyramids ( my save point ), so i was asking every people there to attack me, then i reconnected for almost like an hour, some were kind enough to show some filipino spirit of camaraderie and helped me, and a little few were just well, showing filipino spirit of stupidity by saying something like, "oi dasalan natin para matanggal sa yelo" and went too far by taking a few harsh remarks on ate mac alcala, she's my guild mate who rushed to my aid to help me on this dilemma by the way.

So, yours truly, thought of a brillant plan of summoning a monster so it can break my casing and freeing me of this burden and short fame of being a monument in the pyramids, ( its a little early for me, i haven't even done anything noble yet )but alas, you know some pasaway ones killing the summoned monsters, and there were bots too so they attack the monsters automatically.

Ate mac was pissed off and called our GM who was "busy" making his thesis. and rushing to my aid, the GM went out to buy as many dead branches as he can. but that was put to waste, when a fellow crusader, summoned a diabolica and crushed my ice at the process, i was happy because some were there all throughout this dilemma.

now ill be getting invites to the GM office asking me to be their next GRAND GM...

ASA.

words of wisdom
Posted at 02:56 PM

what will come will come. And we will have to face it when it does

That motto was from a book i read when i was in High School, ever since that day, i took that into heart. Every challenge i took, though unsurpassable, i still faced, unwavered.

Now, i face a far greater challenge. A challenge, no, a test, far greater, far harder than anything i have faced so far. Yes, i have faced quite a few along the years, i even came so far and doubted my faith along the process, but now, i still stand unwavered.

This challenge will prove to be the greatest i will face so far. This will be an opponent "designed" to put a chink in my emotional armor, my faith and my very own existence.

Because of this challenge, i came back to Him, i know this sounds cliched - coming back to Him when you are in trouble, but this time, cliched or not, i will come back to His feet, cowering like a little child, asking for guidance, for help.

another lesson i learned from High School was:

for the same fire that melts, hardens steel

This has been also one of my guiding principles, my Nindo, my mantrah if you will, this has guided me through all obstacles. This simply means that a burden, a task, a test, although can consume you, can eat you, will make you strong.

The challenge i face at hand, is, for me, bulit to destroy me, will consume me, will eat me... but i know it will make me stronger, more mature, more compact.

NOW, i am running back to Him, the one i have forsaken, the one i doubted, the one who can help me beat the fear that binds me today. This will be the last time, i will ever put his Name in shame, the last time i will turn my back on Him. This time, He's my best friend once again.

So please, God, Help me.

so quiet
Posted at 07:43 PM

It's is exactly 3:46 am. It is yet another wasted night. The sound of the silent tapping of the keyboard is my only refuge in this dark, cold night.

I cannot sleep again, these eyes seem to have weights. An irritation makes closing them seem unhuman.

Here i go again, scared, hapless, alone and in this quiet soltitude, this loneliness - i have no escape. These chains that bind my carcass, pulls me down on earth like an unwelcoming brethren.


So, please tell me i am just feeling tired. Tell me this is just a dream, and these last lines were taken from a song!

nyahahhaha... tulog na ko!

business fails
Posted at 10:11 PM

NO MORE BUY and SELL!

business is like a raft coursing through wild, raging waters. When you feel like, so calm, so stable then, next thing you'll notice is that you are plunging to your demise.

nalugi ako ng 4m sa kakabuy and sell ko!


huhuhuhu...

Find the truth. Act on it.
Posted at 03:40 AM

Very true indeed,

Apparently, i am in the quest for my inner truth.
Coursing through an endless battle with myself.

phew
Posted at 02:50 PM

A thorn was finally plucked out of my side.
This air of relief was more than welcome...


Well, i'll just aim for higher glory...

Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam

independece day my arse
Posted at 12:16 AM

happy independence day!
another excuse for the president so she can cut classess and businesses tommorrow.

i am not proud to be one, but happy independence day to all Filipinos nonetheless... (its not even you who declared June12 as independence day for Chrissakes)

bangagers
Posted at 06:41 PM

taena, grabe, chong, pare, dude!

alas dos na ng madaling araw. gumagawa pa din ako ng thesis! bangag na bangag nakO!

Man alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter
Posted at 01:53 PM

The waiter was cleaning up the plates of salad on
our table and replacing them with dishes of the
main course when she walked in. I looked twice,
just to make sure it was her; after all, it's been ten
years. It was.

There she was, my ex. Just like that, she walks
back in to my life, and now, suddenly, my brain is
flushed by memories of her, and us, and how
much I loved her.

Of course, ten years could do so much, and she
looked a little different now. She had grown her hair
long. Back then, she often talked about how she
wanted to grow her hair long, and how beautiful
she'll be then. She was right. She looked like a
goddess as her long black hair further accentuated
her flawless mestiza complexion.

Her face hasn't changed much, her lips were still
as red as I remember them, although that's
probably helped by the lipstick she now wore. She
had very light make-up on, which woul! d give you
the impression that she put it on just for the sake
of putting it on. She definitely did not need it.

She was wearing a blue dress. A smile appeared
on my lips when I remembered how much I
enjoyed shopping with her. It might seem odd to
guys out there, who find shopping with their
girlfriends boring, but I really enjoyed shopping with
her. My favorite part was seeing her in all those
dresses, and looking at how great she looked, and
then telling myself how lucky I am because she'd
be wearing those dresses when we go out on a
date.

But she was the only girl I really enjoyed shopping
with, I became like all the other guys with the other
girls. I was bored to death, and I no longer did that
with any other girl.

She was in the company of another girl and a guy,
who had permed hair and wore make-up. I guess
it's safe to assume that the guy was gay, I mean,
the David Bowie look isn't exactly hot right now.

I really didn't care much for e! ither of the two,
because my attention was pretty much focused on
her. I couldn't help but notice her smile, which was
still beautiful but definitely different. It was the
smile of a confident woman, only flashes of which I
saw back when we were still together, when the
smile of a self-conscious but sweet, giggly girl was
the smile she wore on her face. Her eyes were still
the same, though. They were big and brown and
they'd grow bigger when she gets excited.

Her eyes were beautiful, the prettiest one I'd seen,
and there's just that tinge of melancholy in them,
which seemed to tell you that she could burst into
tears any moment. She could look at me with
those eyes, and I would just melt.

I was the one who walked away. I could barely
remember the reason now, but it was probably
something that seemed so big and important then
during that time, but would seem so silly and trivial
now looking back.

The only thing I could remember about that night
was that the! re were no stars in the skies. I don't
recall the look on her face then, probably because
I never looked, probably because I was too scared
to look.

Oh, and it was cold that night. It was very cold. It
probably rained, and I probably got wet, but I'm not
quite sure.

To tell you the truth, I never really got over her. Up
until now, I still keep that locket she gave me then,
one that had a picture of her when she was only
thirteen years old. She told me she put that
particular picture in the locket because she looked
so sweet and beautiful when she was younger.

Of course, I thought this was ridiculous, because I
thought she was the most beautiful girl to me at
that time. And the sweetest, too.

I remember, during my OJT the summer before my
senior year in college, I'd make sure that I was
alone during coffee breaks. I'd make sure that
absolutely no one is around me. Then, when I was
sure enough, I'd take out the locket and stare at it
dumbly. I'd see ! that sweet young girl, and I'd get
excited because I know I'd see her soon, and then
everything else in the world wouldn't matter. I still
keep that locket in a locked drawer in my house.
And yes, during rare moments, when I am
absolutely sure no one is around me, I'd take out
the locket and stare at it dumbly.

I guess that was the reason why I never came
back to school after graduation, not even for a visit.
There were just too many memories, too many
places we went to, too many people we know, too
many times when I sat there and held her hand,
too many moments when I looked into her eyes
and talked about forever.

There was a time soon after when I hated myself
for loving her so much. I had a hard time sleeping
every night, but pride of course prevented me from
asking her back. The thing about it was, nobody
knew. Everyone thought I was strong, and each
time I went out, I was out there with a smile.

There were too many things to do, too many
parties, too much schoolwork, too
many girls to keep me busy, and I kept myself
busy. I was determined not to
think about her anymore, but it was very difficult.
But I did it. After a long time, I just became numb.
Sure I wasn't thinking about her every second, but
the moment I stopped that, I was sure a part of me
died.

Finally, dinner was over and dessert was being
served. I gather all my courage to walk over to her
table and say "Hi."

"Hi. Oh my God, Paulo, Paulo Coronado. I haven't
seen you since..."

"Yeah." We haven't really seen each other since
that night I walked away.

"So how have you been? It's been so long..."

We exchanged some more pleasantries. It felt
great seeing her, again looking into her eyes after
all these years. I would have held her hand, I would
have stayed there forever, but I knew I had to go
back to my table where my wife and two children
were waiting...

Perhaps I know it is man alone who laughs;

He alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent
laughter.

at long last
Posted at 02:45 PM

come hell week, come panelist.
bukas na thesis!! at last...

wish me luck.

FINALLY
Posted at 02:11 PM

weeee... after 9 months (and 3 months of working period) i finished my THESIS! after 6 hours of sit-til-ur-ass-gets-flat and waiting... hahahaa!

Another excerpt from my boring life.
Posted at 10:42 AM

Grrr... i am so super pissed right now. How come you wonder? I was in school super early, at about... 7 something am. My goal? To let my panelists giver their damn signature! Then as if like seeing a friendly face after a long time away from home, i saw Mr. Ramos, i was ashamed of myself because i approached him immediately after he just logged in. One word - rude.

He excused himself, got a towel, and went to the bathroom to take a shit. (i suppose). After taking a shit, he came out, smelling like fart and shit and urine and dove soap. He was perspiring like a pig and his shirt was all wet. (or am i just making that up) So, on with the story. He checked and rechecked our document, especially the survey part. Unfortunately, i cannot defend it because i have no idea regarding the survey part because i am in charge of the system and most of the docu, but not the survey. So he said he can't sign our papers if we cannot defend the survey results. ALAS, jokay is nowhere to be found of all times. Then i was flabbergasted when he was complaining of the grammar. Grammar is a personal forte of mine, but he found some chink in my grammatical armor. (Now, that's a metaphor) I looked at the docu and found out it was not mine but jmy thesis mate's grammar. Damn, i could swear she should go back to elementary. Her grammar was downright, stupid and lame. I will not stoop low on listing it one by one but damn, she should go back to elementary and take english lessons again. No sarcasm intended, but she should honestly think and rethink if she's ready to graduate when her grammar is like that.

SO HERE I AM revising the docu, laughing at the inside how funny some corrections are.

oh well, gotta go, got loads of stuff to do.

one word
Posted at 01:16 PM

tired.


dont ask why.

when moms attack
Posted at 12:35 AM

hahahaha...
its 8:26 am. i went down a little while ago, then after just a minute or so, my mother (though i get shivers when i call her that because she don't deserve to be one), like a rabid dog, barked at me... Well, that's a usual in this household, so i just sat there and ate my pandesal...
She barked and barked about my hair. She said i'll get beaten by hooligans, profs will flunk me etc. "I heard this one before" i thought to myself. Then she blabbered on that she will cut of the internet at the end of the month. The bitch went on for minutes, statements like: "Kung kaya nio na magisa umalis kayo dito at bumalik na lang kaya pag patay na ako, wala naman kayo babayaran!" Hahaha. What a stupid lady, i want to say : "Ulol, kahit mamatay ka naman di naman ako pupunta sa libing mo!" Yes, i am a rude son, but i tell you, if she's your mother, you will curse her to hell. She was telling me to go to the barber shop to cut my hair, Duh, i will do that later without that bitch telling me, but she still barked! Dammnit, i can't stand her anymore... The moment i graduate, i will GO OUT of this hell and i'll hope that that's the last time i'm gonna see that... bitch.

RPC
Posted at 03:48 PM

Ragnaorok Philippine Championships, grabe dami chicks pare. hahahha...

ive got a bad feeling about this
Posted at 08:29 AM

er... yari ako java.

i miss u
Posted at 11:30 AM

i miss you my hair.
you are always in my heart.

when everything goes wrong
Posted at 03:26 PM

Finals in Java 333 and Java 343. i got 2 tests, so i have to finish the first subject early so i can immediately run to the other room for my other test. There's this room assignment for subjects with conflicting schedules but there's none for Java, so i raced back to my original room assignment and finished the other test on time.

The test in Jec3 was easy, the 25 points was a sure bet. The other 25 was so-so. Apparently, due to Mr.Macapagal's clumsinees, he lost my DISKETTE containing my exercises for the subjects. That's 30% of my grade... SO, i was like panicking already knowing that he will not look for it eventhoughhe said otherwise... SO, i ran and bought a diskette, and fortunately, Mr. Galleguez was in the Java room so i copied the exercises from other students. I gave the diskette to Sir Ariel, and hoped he will put some scores on my blank test. Fortunately, i received good scores when he posted the scores just now...

My only problem now is Jec4 where the test WAS SOOO HARD. It's like THE major league test. I can't even understand a single question there... well, that's exaggerating, i answered a few, believe me...

A little while ago, Mj and me watched Batman begins in Glorietta, the movie is good at first but it bored me halfway to the story. I even fell asleep a good 20 mins or so? hehehe... but i understood it nonetheless... hehehe...

what's the english for mapanghi
Posted at 03:08 PM

growl. i dont know of its only me or what, but my room smells... kinda... mapanghi. before you think of anything funny, i am 19 and potty trained, so i know where to piss ok?