Chahisnadyn
What route I have passed through...

Monday, July 21

01:42 hrs. BBMak - Back Here Baby set me free from this misery I can't take it no more Since you went away nothing's been the same Don't know what I'm living for Here I am so alone And there's nothing in this world I can do Until you're back here baby Miss you want, you need you so Until you're back here baby yeah There's a feeling inside I want you to know You are the one and I can't let you go So I told you lies even made you cry Baby I was so wrong Girl I promise you now my love is true This is where my heart belongs 'Cause here I am so alone And there's nothing in this world I can do Until you're back here baby Miss you want, you need you so Until you're back here baby yeah There's a feeling inside I want you to know You are the one and I can't let you go And I wonder, are you thinking of me Cos I'm thinking of you And I wonder Are you ever coming back in my life? 'Cause here I am so alone And there's nothing in this world I can do Until you're back here baby Miss you want, you need you so Until you're back here baby yeah There's a feeling inside I want you to know You are the one and I can't let you go -says Death 20370640

Sunday, July 20

01:34 hrs. Time Crisis 3... Time Crisis 3? TIME CRISIS 3???!!! TIME CRISIS 3??????!!!!!! It was sooo cool! O_O ............ Did you know that eating Blizzard makes me hyper? And did you know that it was my first time to ride an MRT yesterday? *pant pant pant pant* Okey, I'll stop for a while. I've gained a lot and lost so much. So I finally DID see Plasma shots rampaging from all directions. But more that three-fourth of it came from the enemy. It still brought memories... The "position" of each soldier based on what equipment they're holding. The formation that seemed like the one in a SWAT team when entering a UFO. The "gardening skills" harnesed by materials of massive desctruction and incineration. The graceful manuevers of a Buster Bomb (and the chaotic result of its impact). The frustration on the lack of clear sight in a night mission. The edited characters which were TOTALLY unfair. (I haven't downloaded a saved game editor, though...) The excitement that pokes your guts when a research has been finished. After a while, I'll download Terror From the Deep. But this is for Dom. (and for me, too) And this time, it won't be in any friggin' Amiga Disk Files format. It seemed like it was the only country/province/base that seemed to prosper... The rest lost its touch of being in a good status. And because it didn't belong to the rest that were having problems... Someone just had to make everything the same. But in order to do that, he/she removed the developed one... *sigh* Goodbye, Delta Crateris (#6876). -says Death 20370640

Thursday, July 17

23:37 hrs. I WILL NOT STOP UNTIL I SEE SOME PLASMA BLASTS FLYING IN ALL DIRECTIONS. I WILL NOT STOP UNTIL I SEE PLASMA BLASTS FLYING IN ALL DIRECTIONS, SECTOIDS AND ETHEREALS MANIPULATING HUMANS, UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECTS COME TO A HALT AND TERRORIZING THE PLACID HUMANITY, OR ACQUIRING VAST AMOUNTS OF ALIEN ALLOYS AND ELERIUM 115. (after around four hours) AAAAAAAAAGHHHHHH!!!!!! COULD SOMEBODY HELP ME WITH THESE AMIGA DISK FILES??????!!!!!! (after reading Mia's entry on July 13) I didn't realize soon that I'm lonely too. My room captures it. The locked door ensures it. The walk of evasion gets closer to it. A head turned around depresses it. Paranoia recognizes it. *sigh* I wish I could be in this state for a longer span of time... Heck, I better disconnect now before I get scolded... -says Death 20370640

Tuesday, July 15

23:41 hrs. To those who remember when my birthday is, thank you for exhausting a little more space it your memory for recalling it. To those who greeted me a warm "Happy birthday!", thank you for exhaling a breath with a volume and tone combo, using a peso or two for saying it to me, tagging the board, and/or any other means of communication. To those who gave me a gift, thank you for considering to use a little more just for my sake, though it really isn't necessary. And to the person who kissed me... Thank you for loving me back. When it's Maths period, the only existing letters in my mind are x, y, z, a, b, and c. When it's English period, the only language spoken is self-explanatory to the subject name. When it's Filipino period, the only Literature to tackle were the Philippine ones written back before the Spaniards came. When it's Science, I will only be located in the lithmosphere and will exist in the ecosphere as a consumer. When it's AP, my thoughs will only be located inside the boundaries of Asia. When it's CLE, the only person to ponder on is Jesus Christ. When it's THE, only two will spin rapidly, and those are the gears in my mind and Mr. Mariano's hand drill. When it's P.E., thoughts will fly, along with the balls of whichever sport it belongs. When it's Music, it is time to panic in the Musical Intrument report. When it's Computer, no obstacles stand in the way except for the traps set when I play minesweeper. When it's Club, there is only but few objectives: To make articles, requested or just for the literary works, and to submit it on time. Whew... well at least I kept those in mind. Men are FOOLS to have been saying that they are within the state of loving. They say that she is the one when the saying was actually triggered by their sexual desires. There is no beautiful girl existing that has not been courted, or, should we stupidly say, loved. A common and pathetic excuse given by these idiots is that "their main highlight is the woman's attitude or personality." Men don't know the meaning of love. Even if they use a TOME for a dictionary and find fourteen meanings in the word love... Their search would be worthless. I, myself, was tested in such an illusion. And I have to admit, I was a fool myself. No more tricks will work. I know now the traits of admiration, infatuation, love, and the easiest among them, a crush. And my previous one was a major inFATuation. -says Death 20370640

Sunday, July 13

21:02 hrs. NOTHING MUST RUIN MY DAY. NOT EVEN A.P. -says Death 20370640

Saturday, July 12

23:57 hrs. July 11 The birds were chirping the music of the joyous, as the cool, gentle breeze provided a heartful atmosphere. The calm... "HAHAHAHA!!!!!!", he exclaimed in gleefulness, as he jumped and jumped, his helmet falling on the ground. And the rampant... *Now playing: Command and Conquer Sole Survivor - Drill* The optimist... *Now playing: Pocket Tanks - Ingame FINAL VERSION!!!* And the pessimist... "Hoy, bawal 'yan a! Ba't ka naninigarilyo?" The person of authority... "Nakakainis! Tinaboy niya yung Tanglaw last year, tapos ngayon, nasa tuktok siya?" And the questioned one... *The bus passes by "Michael"* The good memories... *The bus passes by Ria* And the bad ones... "Shit, birthday ko na sa Monday!..." The remembered... "Pero sino yung nakalimot ng cake?" And the forgotten... Hordes and hordes of vehicles were passing by, as merry-makers were dropped off to celebrate his 16th. The open... The wooden computer chair, perfectly fit between the door and the cabinets, was fomationed to "Fortify mode", as he shouted out his rebellion cry "NO ONE WILL COME HERE ALIVE!!!!!!". And the closed... "O, andaming blangko dito! Aba'y gago ka pala e!" The brought-down... "Oo nga pala, galing mo kanina..." And the uplifted... "Mas malamig pa sa classroom kaysa sa Conference room?! Bwiset!" The cold... "Hindi ko talaga ma-gets yung point! Ba't pa natin minememorize 'tong mga putang ina na 'to?!" And the hot... "Ay, sa wakas, dismisal naaa!" The long... PAGE 1 ***TERMINATED*** And the short... More friends came than his mother could handle. The popular... Seeing that he was currently not in the only group he belonged to, he just locked the door that served as the only gateway to his realm, and attempted to create an illusion world of his own. And the uknown... "Nay, you need help?" The good... "Kung sasabihin niyo na dinaanan ng daga, e ba't nakatayo yung cup?" And the bad... And finally, the actual motivation to create this part of the blog entry... "Pascual (Federico), Pascual (Michael), Ong, Quijano, Pineda, Ramos, this group got a perfect 15. Let's give them a round of applause!" The rise... "Minus five, Minus five, Minus five, Minus five, Minus five, Minus five, Minus five............ Minus five, Minus five, Minus five, aba'y zero na 'to!" And the fall. July 12 "O ayan, kumaway na ako sa kanya! Are you happy?!" Look at it like this: the size ratio of it compared to the one that uses actual bullets type is 1:1. Batteries and the electronic stuff power it up. Its can spit up to around fifteen to twenty-five rounds per second (that's est. 1000-1500 rpm for you). Its magazine can hold fifty (normal) to two hundred rounds (hi-capacity). The rounds can reach up to four hundred feet per second, and can reach up to five hundred if you "make it silent". Though it does use pellets as ammunition to feed the furnace, It doesn't sound right calling it a pellet gun. Maybe it's really called electric gun or something like that. Guys, meet Kuya Elvin's best friend: the MP5A5. -says Death 20370640

Thursday, July 10

22:41 hrs. Never have I been threatened by the sun's descent... Oh, by the way... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KUYA DOM!!!!!! And for the celebration, we ate at Kenny Rogers. Dialogue: Nny: 'Tay, pakiexplain me sa kanya yung gift natin. Tty: Bale para sa inyong dalawa (ni Rico) itong gift namin. Buksan mo para magamit niyo na. *after opening a part of the gift* Dom: Digicam. Yey. (he sounded as joyous as a zombie just risen from the dead, but I'd bet he liked it so much) *a second of silence, then...* Rico: Did I hear that right? (well, I was happy, so why shouldn't he?) Nny: Hinde, yung box lang yan. Yep. It was just a box alright. But no one said the contents weren't what the box said. :) So we took the honor of taking some shots. And here is one from Dom and one from me. (both are 640 x 480 and have an estimated 45 kb. in size) (added a few hours after. Just look at it as a new entry...) I sleep for around four to seven hours. Because of the lack of sleep, I'm exhausted. I arrive home, wanting to do the homework, but I'm too tired to do it, so what is left for me to do is to procrastinate until the evening. When evening comes, that's the only time I do my homework - and finish it at around 11 in the evening and two (or three) in the morning. And it's back to square one. ............... If I sleep now, I'll get major deductions in the map activity, I'll fail in the Filipino quiz once again (no doubt, 'cause I suck in it), I won't have anything to give as a report to my two groupmates, and I won't have any Project plan in T.H.E. But I'm SO exhausted that I lack the energy and stamina to memorize fifty-one countries and fifty-two capitols, a hell lotta authors, literature forms and creations... GOD DAMMIT, WHY DO WE HAVE TO MEMORIZE SO MUCH FUCKING SHIT WHEN THEY'RE ACTUALLY USELESS AND WILL JUST GO OFF YOUR MIND WITHIN A FEW FREAKING DAYS?????? !!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dapat hindi na lang ako nakinig sa mga nagsabi na "Pinakamadali yung second year". Aba'y putang ina, apat na beses na 'kong mangiyak-ngiyak dahil lang sa mga buwiset na homework na 'to eh. Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... Sana walang pasok mamaya... ............... Putang ina, suko na ako... muli. Kahit ma-zero pa 'ko, sisigaw na lang ako ng "BULLSHIT!!!", kung meron man lang akong lakas na loob na gawin iyon. Kailangan kong tanggalin mga distractions, kung tawagin natin. Utopia, Earth 2025, Kings Of Chaos, kahit anong games sa computer na 'to, yung blog, yung TV, yung mga gimik (Hah! Kailan ko ba kayo huling nakita?!), yung mga lakwatsa... At lalo na, ang computer na ito. -says Death 20370640

...Whether I knew where to go or not. Whether it was bright or dark. Whether I knew what to accomplish or to lose. Whether I got glory or shame. Whether it resulted to answers or questions. Whether I journeyed beyond or tripped and stopped. Whether I found happiness or just an illusion...

-Death 20370640