It's hot here.....sweltering hot if I can say so....the aircon's whirring but it's no use. So hooooooot......

Updated fanfictions.....I can't think of anything to write.....

Gah.........

Just woke up....my dad left for work this early with my cousin....they're off to do campaign somewhere in Camarines Norte, I think, and won't be back until Sunday.

I rarely see my Dad anymore....he comes back and stays for a daw or two then it's back on the road again....He doesn't even remember days correctly...his work's so tedious....

I miss my Dad....Gah....I'm ranting again... XD

I hate it when I play Ragnarok Online, 99%, almost ready to level-up...when all of a sudden.....ARGH!!! I get killed.

Damnit. Duh.

Another collaboration RO fic up at ragnaboards! (Just in case, here's the link... ...I was so excited with this one because it involved a whole new view for my character....and collaborations help bring out the best in two writers....and I'm proud to say that the one I'm collaborating with is talented big time.

I really hope the fic will get the hits we're expecting it to gather------and at the same time the readers are in for a scandalous surprise....Hahahaha....but that's just us, we're sadistic.

The fic came out at last. It's really good, but I'm quite unsure if I can match my co-writer's eloquence... I'm ranting yet again....

The fic will really blow them away....hahahaha..... I'm so excited about this project.....

Here's some pics... but they AREN'T mine....just wanted to share them with you guys....

Swelteringly hot again. I just woke up from an afternoon nap and....thought I might fill up another page and waste another space....

I think the prospect of reading has gotten into my nerves lately. Recently I have been occupied with The Wide Window, The Reptile Room and The Picture Of Dorian Gray, and I must say that these texts affect the way I write (I put in some ideas, really) and my dreams

Of late I dreamed I was falling into Lake Lachrymose or whatever that lake is. It was kinda real. Then I realized I just bumped my head into the wall

My friend Schneider has opened up his journal here....
I should probably like to add him as my friend..... we're great pals.

I'm off for today.... :king:

Karasawa-sama is really good. I am thinking if I can match up her abilities.... but then, what's important is we're enjoying our collaboration.

My father isn't with us tonight. He's rarely home. I know he's safe somewhere, but I really need to see him...I miss him so much....

I know he has to be away to be able to provide a living for us, and that I am just acting lousy....but I cannot erase the fact that I love my dad so much.

He'll be back sometime in Monday (I think) but then again he'd leave for Baguio again, away for another week.

This entry closes my day.......and I hope that wherever my dad is....he'll have a good night sleep.

The morning is so great today......which reminds me.....I had a blissful sleep last night, shutting down the computer after posting my part for Death By The Kiss....

I am not making fun of our readers, but Karasawa-sama was right, their reactions were really what we've come to expect....and to think that we've just arrived on the first "fun" scene...

I imagine what they'll say once we reach the notorious Chapter 4... whoops...I'd better learn to shut my mouth or else risk giving out unnecessary spoilers....and better yet I don't want to get thwacked by Karasawa-sama I'm a good girl...hahahaha, go on laugh!

I feel like singing...



This Love

I was so high I did not recognize
The fire burning in her eyes
The chaos that controlled my mind
Whispered goodbye and she got on a plane
Never to return again
But always in my heart

This love has taken its toll on me
She said Goodbye too many times before
And her heart is breaking in front of me
I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore

I tried my best to feed her appetite
Keep her coming every night
So hard to keep her satisfied
Kept playing love like it was just a game
Pretending to feel the same
Then turn around and leave again

This love has taken its toll on me
She said Goodbye too many times before
And her heart is breaking in front of me
I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore

I'll fix these broken things
Repair your broken wings
And make sure everything's alright
My pressure on her hips
Sinking my fingertips
Into every inch of you
Cause I know that's what you want me to do



Ahh perfect....a very nice way to start one's day....

I have a phobia on tricycles. And I'm not kidding on the matter. Let me tell you the story why...



My cousin and I (I was about 9 here) were asked to do an errand. We were to buy something from a nearby store. We had a third companion, but she's not important because she's an idiot.

So we were walking toward the store when a tricycle came by. My cousin and I moved to the side of the street and thought we were safe.

I dunno if the tricycle driver was mad or what, but even thought we cleared from the road he still came at us. I remember my cousin screaming and pushing me------I fell down on the street and so did she.

It was scary....my right leg was in bloody tatters. My cousin, wounded though she was, dealt with the driver and got us the appropriate compensations. She's very brave.

Even until now, when I'm on my way to school and a tricycle passes by close to me, I still feel that shudder.

Really scary...

I don't know why I'm crazy over images. I just love collecting them into my PC... my dad says I'm doing nothing except waste disk space, but that's just me...and there ain't anything he can do about it...

Some of my favorite images are:

One of the best things of creating accounts here on the Net is the opportunity to make friends.

I'm not really particular, but this entry's aim is to thank those who've added me as their Friend both here and in Friendster Beta. True, true, making friends with anonymous people online provide quite a possibility for danger, but I believe that with special care we can always be safe.

Then again, thanks to my Friends-----you know who you are, and you guys are the best.

Stupid Ragnaboards is down yet again.
Goddamn it I can't update, I can't read-------AAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHH!!!
Damn Level-Up should fix these kinds of things----and for REAL! They say that they're fixing it, but why is it that the boards and the game itself still go down in pieces?!?

Stupid!!!! AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHH!!!

I remember that the very first "story" that I wrote was entitled Sally. It told of a princess who's about to be married to a certain prince, but a villain (the prince's over jealous brother) kidnapped her and took her to the Underworld.

As I recall and reread that old piece, I can't help but feel amused with myself.

My paragraphing way back then was horrible , my tenses would've made my grammar teacher faint , and the story simply had no plot.

I dug into my PC some more...and found my other works. I saw myself improving. I owe my writing to JK Rowling and to her Harry Potter series.

Strange enough, the very first book I read was Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, followed by Sorcerer's Stone, then Prisoner of Azkaban, then Chamber of Secrets and finally the Order of the Phoenix.

JK Rowling's style was really easy-put and it made her work easy read. Her works opened up my vocabulary and made me want to take up the pen seriously this time.

And I've certainly come a long way. From Saiyuki to Yu Gi Oh and finally Ragnarok Online fanfiction, I have lots of reason now to go and reread my very first work and smile.

Reading does pave way for writing.

Oh yes....the fic is going very well indeed! Karasawa-sama and I (should I dare to say?) have done quite well in spite of ourselves.
Hours upon hours of planning in YIM, then finally scribbling down each other's thoughts--------and *poof* there you go.

The story's developing quite well. For all of you out there that have no idea on what I'm babbling about, just go here and find out for yourselves. :D :D :D

http://ragnaboards.level-up-games.com.ph/index.php?showtopic=28471

I like poems. I dunno why but I love Alfred Lord Tennyson's works and the Elegy by------erhm----who was that again?

Anyway, here's the elegy:

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;

Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower
The moping owl does to the moon complain
Of such, as wandering near her secret bower,
Molest her ancient solitary reign.

Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,
Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,
Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,
The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.

The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,
The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed,
The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,
No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.

For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,
Or busy housewife ply her evening care:
No children run to lisp their sire's return,
Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.

Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,
Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke;
How jocund did they drive their team afield!
How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!

Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;
Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile,
The short and simple annals of the poor.

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
Awaits alike the inevitable hour.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault,
If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise,
Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault
The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.

Can storied urn or animated bust
Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust,
Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?

Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;
Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed,
Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.

But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page
Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll;
Chill Penury repressed their noble rage,
And froze the genial current of the soul.

Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast
The little tyrant of his fields withstood;
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.

The applause of listening senates to command,
The threats of pain and ruin to despise,
To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,
And read their history in a nation's eyes,

Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone
Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined;
Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne,
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind,

The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide,
To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame,
Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride
With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,
Their sober wishes never learned to stray;
Along the cool sequestered vale of life
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.

Yet even these bones from insult to protect
Some frail memorial still erected nigh,
With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked,
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.

Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered muse,
The place of fame and elegy supply:
And many a holy text around she strews,
That teach the rustic moralist to die.

For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey,
This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned,
Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?

On some fond breast the parting soul relies,
Some pious drops the closing eye requires;
Ev'n from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires.

For thee, who mindful of the unhonoured dead
Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;
If chance, by lonely Contemplation led,
Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate,

Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,
"Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn
Brushing with hasty steps the dews away
To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.

"There at the foot of yonder nodding beech
That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high,
His listless length at noontide would he stretch,
And pore upon the brook that babbles by.

"Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,
Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove,
Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn,
Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love.

"One morn I missed him on the customed hill,
Along the heath and near his favourite tree;
Another came; nor yet beside the rill,
Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he;

"The next with dirges due in sad array
Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne.
Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay,
Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn."

The Epitaph

Here rests his head upon the lap of earth
A youth to fortune and to fame unknown.
Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy marked him for her own.

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send:
He gave to Misery all he had, a tear,
He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.

No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
There they alike in trembling hope repose)
The bosom of his Father and his God.



Now I remember. Thomas Gray wrote this.

After some days of wrestling with some of Tabulas's insanely complex features I have finally made it!!!



I have finally edited my site colors! Muahahahhahahahha!!!!

I think I deserve a cake for this pathetic.... There, there, nothing like a delicious dessert after a brain-twisting work...

I admit it isn't perfect, but hey, at least it's a first.

It's none of their goddamn business.

Why do they care about it?

We chose them, they did NOT.

And here's another idiot whining like a kid.

We're responsible people. They didn't need to tell us what to do.

Damn them all.

Our report cards have been given yesterday. My grades were fine, no failing ones , thank God....but some fell while some had a hike.

My Filipino III went down 4 points , my English went down 2 points , my Mathematics had a hike of 6 points !!!! MY Chemistry fell off 1 point....

Umm, what else?

The MAKABAYAN area went down 2 points....
Research I went up 8 points!! Oh yeah!!! While my Trigonometry fell down 2 points.... and my Physics went up 3 points.....


So much for grades. Duh.

Well I'm glad I made it into 4th year somehow....

Quiz...quiz...quiz.....

Here are my results.

You are Midou Ban! You're sometimes too rude, but
you work hard to get what you want, or what you
deserve. Once you make friends with someone,
you wholly believe in their abilities, but that
doesn't stop you from being protective of those
you hold dear.


Get Backers Personality Quiz
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And another one...

You have a mysterious kiss. Your partner never
knows what you're going to come up with next;
this creates great excitement and arousal never
knowing what to expect. And it's sure to end
in a kiss as great as your mystery.


What kind of kiss are you?
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Mysterious kiss???

It's the worst enemy for any writer.

Imagine the shadow-like thing...creeping up on you...killing all sense of thought and imagination...

And then, suddenly, you can't write anything..... you hate yourself so much because you scheduled an update and can"t do it on time

Yeah, I'm just ranting...so damn bored....

Just wanted to try something a dear friend tried. Here are my results:

Who is Nerva?
nerva is the acronym for the new england region volleyball association
nerva is located in the centre of the ancient rome
nerva is credited with beginning the practice of adopting his heir rather than selecting a blood
nerva is a shadowy figure in history
nerva is the last to be buried in the mausoleum of augustus
nerva is een werkgroep van en voor adoptieouders die te maken hebben of hadden met problemen op het gebied van opvoeding of met bijzonder
nerva is een
nerva is printed downwards
nerva is far from a ‘blameless’ man
nerva is partly explained by the fact that the emergence of nerva and his subsequent adoption of trajan broke the dynastic principle
nerva is a ground spacecraft
nerva is an example of ntr
nerva is loaded with powerful trich weapons and production facilities
nerva is unhappy about
nerva is known to fight like a pit bulldog
nerva is fresh off a successful title defense over hypnosis at turmoil
nerva is an italian waiter who
nerva is credited with beginning the practice of adopting his
nerva is still preserved by the
nerva is hydrogen
nerva is a lovingly and impeccably rennovated small hotel right in the midst of old rome
nerva is also the name of a type of nuclear thermal rocket engine
nerva is good enough to open the near
nerva is credited with founding roman gloucester at the end of the 1st century ad
nerva is een plantenpreparaat dat kan worden gebruikt bij de behandeling van zenuwaandoeningen
nerva is associated with a number of influential elderly consulars
nerva is highly attractive for this mission because it is proven
nerva is a time bracelet
nerva is new emperor back to top 97;
nerva is emperor; 98 ad
nerva is all that remains of
nerva is credited with founding roman gloucester you can see pics of it on
nerva is "the ark in space"
nerva is not the
nerva is delegated the
nerva is the ne
nerva is the ne chapter of usav; new england junior olympic volleyball programs boys and girls programs in ne;
nerva is a veritable fount of gadgets with futuristic names
nerva is now a beacon out by jupiter to guide space freighters away from a new satellite discovered only 50 years ago
nerva is nothing less than an ark for the human race
nerva is being a beacon for is voga the legendary planet of gold
nerva is infected with some kind of plague
nerva is filled with corpses
nerva is roman emperor
nerva is proposed emperor by conspirators
nerva is enclave between the coast
nerva is given credit
nerva is emperor of rome
nerva is just a myth like the lost colony legend of atlantis which the doctor tells them was a legendary city
nerva is on a 30 year assignment in orbit near the remains of an asteroid in order to warn spaceships of the asteroid's presence
nerva is of importance because he established the rules of secession
nerva is located in the center of the ancient rome
nerva is a wise man
nerva is played by sir john gielgud
nerva is a period
nerva is laureate
nerva is not as empty as it appears
nerva is flattera
nerva is emperor from 96
nerva is inferior to orion by > about
nerva is inferior to orion by about three orders of magnitude in any relevant criterion
nerva is hailed as pater patriae
nerva is built
nerva is weeks away from the klingon border
nerva is a storage facility for the remnants of the human race
nerva is a no touristic interest town
nerva is a misstruck blank or has been defaced
nerva is nowhere to be found and i hate high expectations
nerva is invited to many a meal free of charge because of his salty wit
nerva is still willing to take mommy
nerva is really physically getting sick by having to see certain yellows?
nerva is a kind of nuclear fission engine using liquid hydrogen fuel
nerva is the governing body of the four divisions of new england volleyball
nerva is een man die altijd buiten rome
nerva is accused to be festus
nerva is committing suicide in the bathtub
nerva is appointed emperor by the senate
nerva is often called one of the five god emperors


Ayos a. Ang kukulit.

Finally, I've finished writing the lenghty 10th chapter of my Ragnarok Online fanfiction, War of Emperium.

I've stopped myself from going online the whole day just to concentrate and focus my efforts into it. I've just remembered that I have to reach the story's climax before June, or there'll be hell to pay. If I fail to do this, then my UPCAT review schedule will be doomed...

It is indeed very, very hard to juggle six fics at once, and I am quite amazed that I still have my sanity with me seriously, I feel I'm about to pop....

For now, I'll be putting off my other fics...even if it means disappointment for some of my readers. War of Emperium needs to get a move on, or I'll never be able to finish it.

My results:

Test your Fanfic, American Idol Style by crazy_mcpot
Pen Name
Title of Fanfic
Simon	Have you heard of MS Word..this needs an overhaul
Paula	I'll reread this a million times over
Randy	Hey fool this is nice shit
Boy Abunda	Mahal ka namin Kris
Yatsuna	I love it
Total	You did make it but Boy Abunda is with you now
Created with the ORIGINAL http://memegen.deskslave.org/'>MemeGen!

My result:

Anong Klaseng Tao Ka by crazy_mcpot
Date of Birth
Name
Uri	Oso
Powers	Mahaba ang iyong paa, kaya, kaya mong ...lumipad
Kasarian/Sex	Walang kasarian
Weapon	Mahabarata
Future Wife/Husband	Boy Abunda
Your Father	Mura
Created with the ORIGINAL http://memegen.deskslave.org/'>MemeGen!

Okay...so...I'm safe, for now. But that doesn't put my guard down, I still have the water basin on my head and a huge frying pan as an armor. That 10th chapter of War Of Emperium will surely pave way for another scandal.

I have to be careful....those fans of his will surely be coming for my neck....

So I'm off to write chapter 11.....have to reach chapter 14 or 15 before June comes..... Have to do this double-time now....

*looks up*

Oh yeah, my HUG counter... Thanks for those hugs.... and please, don't hesitate to give me more. Haha. Kidding.

Duh...




What Ragnarok Character Should You Be?
Quiz by Angelhalo

And yet again...Ragnaboards is down.


Crappy service....

I meant that line as a joke. I didn't know some people would misinterpret it.

I've been writing since Grade V, and I have actually been through the harshness of Fanfiction.Net. Me, afraid of criticisms after such brutality shown to me in the Mecca of Fanfiction writing?

Stop making me laugh.

And to think I considered her a nice person....didn't know she could stoop as low as that. Disgusting, really.

Tomorrow I'm going to have the braces for my lower teeth attached.


Gawd...more "foodless" nights for me...

>_<;

My parents are always out, leaving me alone in the house with my super hyper little brother, and I must say that it's getting in my head.

I want to get out too, for god's sakes, to spend my time in malls and not just here sitting infront of the PC typing away.

Damnit.

I'm feeling cheerful today. I don't know if I credit this to my well-rounded sleep....(I slept for nine hours) or the fact that Chapter 12 of War of Emperium is 50% into completion.

But then, time to be solemn.

Chapter 12 spells out the first Death in the fanfiction. I'm nearing that part....whooo! Let's just hope I can write really well....I'm planning to make the readers cry. A lot.

I took this test again to make me forget just how painful my teeth are. Here's my result.


You are Form 0, Phoenix: The Eternal.

"And The Phoenix's cycle had reached
zenith, so he consumed himself in fire. He
emerged from his own ashes, to be forever
immortal."

Some examples of the Phoenix Form are Quetzalcoatl
(Aztec), Shiva (Indian), and Ra-Atum
(Egyptian).
The Phoenix is associated with the concept of life,
the number 0, and the element of fire.
His sign is the eclipsed sun.

As a member of Form 0, you are a determined
individual. You tend to keep your sense of
optomism, even through tough times and have a
positive outlook on most situations. You have
a way of looking at going through life as a
journey that you can constantly learn from.
Phoenixes are the best friends to have because
they cheer people up easily.


Which Mythological Form Are You?
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I just killed a character that was so attached to me.

I feel so sad....like I lost a dear friend or something...

...sigh...

I dunno what to make of these results:

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	High
Schizoid:	Moderate
Schizotypal:	Moderate
Antisocial:	Moderate
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Moderate
Narcissistic:	High
Avoidant:	Low
Dependent:	Moderate
Obsessive-Compulsive:	High
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

Okay.....nice day, nice day indeed....just came home after visiting Dad's office and buying myself new things...a wallet and a couple of nice shirts.... I feel happy....

I've just updated two fanfictions today, Ring Of Nibelung and Death By The Kiss....gave me much needed brain exercise....and yeah, I'm writing chapter 13 of WoE now....

I've started writing chapter 13 ten minutes ago, and I stopped at the fourth page...I'm seriously considering the feedbacks I've received....

I have to improve....and...there have been major tweaks in the story's plot....

I can only pray that the readers will like it....