R.J.

I just got back to school today. The government has suspended classes since Wednesday until Saturday last week because of a typhoon. Rained buckets for days, plus buffeting winds, landslides, and all that stuff. It's the first natural rain we had this year, so it's basically the end of the dry spell. Then yesterday (Monday), it was a holiday. You know, one of those hero days. So that was almost a week-long vacation. Damn, I thought the weatherman said there would four more typhoons to go through our country this August. Only more than a week left of August now though, so there's no hope for that. Sigh. The weather's back again to 30?+ C, and there are classes again. Anyway, on to happy thoughts. I broke my own winning streak record at the arcades today! Sixteen, sweet! It took seventeen guys before I was finally beaten at Soul Calibur, which doesn't say much because by the time I was facing the seventeenth challenger, I was already tired. And those weren't beginners I was playing with, I can tell! *Gloat, gloat* And the last time I played was a week ago! I'm so proud of myself! LOL. I played as Siegfried of course. That's a boost from my previous record of nine. I wonder if there are pro arcade players. As for the long-haired dude, he had beaten me two weeks ago. Haven't seen him since. I would've had another winning streak then, but he had ended it after I had six wins I think. This same entry is being posted on another blog of mine. I'm so original. Haha.

Black Cadillac? The one by Dan Macenzie?

I think they're just recruiting you to a multi-level marketing scheme. I also was approached by this lady in a business attire telling me I could have a job and earn lots of money even though I haven't graduated yet. I was curious so I walked with her to her office. I begged off before it was too late. Although, she did get my number. But I've already changed my phone now.

Well, nothing ruins sex more than saying the wrong name. Alex confused me. I thought he knew that Delos has feelings for him, but he was still puzzled as to why Delos got upset after their day in the park. After this chapter, though, I got the impression that Nicky wouldn't make an appearance in this story, that this would be about Alex and Delos. But a line ("Now why on earth would you come to that conclusion, Alex?") from Chapter One wouldn't allow me to continue thinking that way. Plus, Wibby's mentioned going to UK recently. I couldn't help but feel pity for Delos. That's got to hurt. P.S. This is a copy of my email to the Raccoon. I was just too lazy to make an original post. Edit: OOPS! Wrong thread.

:lol::lol: That's for you, Des!

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Aah... Des, the sea's salinity would probably increase if your wish would be granted.

LOLYou got cool friends, Ele.

LOL. Wow. Just saw this today. Reminded me when I was still little and I thought I saw a ghost outside my window. I yelled for my Dad and asked him to sleep with me. I told him in Tagalog, "Tabi?" Which was short for "sleep beside me" or something like that in English. My dad thought I said "kape" which is coffee. He went out of my room and when he came back he had a cup of coffee with him. LOL. He drank it then climbed in bed with me.

Even if there is a god to pray to, would he listen to those kind of prayers? It's definitely some faith those Russians have there. Or some god. He's got an infinite patience. Imagine hearing the same things 24/7. Wouldn't that drive you crazy? He must've bought some ear plugs.

Although, I have nothing to add here (I rarely do), I must say that this thread is really helpful. Thanks, Graeme, for starting this one. It certainly got me to thinking of unique ways to start a story, though as Jason quoted, there is nothing new to write about. I figure that's gotta be the best challenge a writer faces. Finding something new to write.

Cole, I think you're right about that generalization. It sure is hard on me because my parents have actually let me be quite independent growing up. They're like "Do this" then they'll leave me alone to do it. ALthough I enjoy the independence, I hate the "Do this" stuff. I've said in my entry that I would tell them "next week" which was days ago, but hehe... getting cold feet here. Haven't told them.About voting... I don't mean to put down a lot of Filipinos, but there was this email circulating around (it was a survey). One of the questions were: Republican or Democrat? I wrote, "Neither. I'm Filipino. I vote for stupid politicians." I hate the previous election.

Des, I hope you're not just being nice about the joke. lol. Glad to make you laugh.Trab, wow, I guess you're right with the dream bit. It's still weird though.Camy, I honestly don't know what you mean with that line. lol. It's almost like "Like father, like son" in English. And, wow, I knew it! The girl Keanu exorcised in Constantine spoke tagalog. Thanks, Camy.So... the damn pest was jet propelled...

LOL.Pope Matthew Mark Luke the 4th?That was awesome!Hands down, you're the best!

I'd rather you hear it from me than from somebody else. Yes, lame jokes make me laugh. I was listening to the radio yesterday -- well, it was actually the neighbor, but the radio was so loud I had no other choice -- when I heard this joke. I didn't roll on the floor or try to get my ass off myself, but I did laugh out loud. I just thought I'd share it with you. I know I'm not the only one who would like this joke. Man1: Dude, my wife made me choose between love and my friends. Man2: What did you choose? Man1: Love, of course. Man2: Then why are you here? Man1: Dude, I love you! Ok, I admit I still couldn't keep myself from giggling a bit after typing that. I hope some of you enjoyed it. Besides, I translated that from Tagalog for you. You should thank me. It's eleven a.m. when I woke up. The president is about to deliver her State of the Nation Address, and I'm still wiping the sleepiness from my eyes. Good morning. I just had this dream that woke me up. It was weird, kind of funny, but I still want to "continue" it. Unfortunately, I can't. I was in a wake with an ex. I didn't know who was dead nor did I look in the coffin. It was a dream and the me in the dream was doing his own thing. He was being huggie and kissie with the ex in front of everyone. Scandalous. The people at the wake were watching us. Then out of nowhere -- I never saw where they materialized from -- three women appeared and walked to the coffin. One of them was crying, and somehow, I knew that she was the mother. She wailed loudly while me and the ex were fortunately still with clothes on. All of a sudden, the mother said to the coffin, "Why are you late?" And it was in English too. Not Tagalog. I was like "Huh?" in the dream, but everyone in the room was laughing. They laughed like those laughs you hear when watching sitcoms. Weird. I never did know what the ex's reaction was to the mother's line back there because I woke up right after everyone laughed. I purposely separated the word into two because all the other titles were two words. I hate them. Cockroaches, I mean. Last night, before going to sleep, I was on a rampage inside my room. I was chasing around this cockroach, and it was chasing me too. I had a photocopy of a part of the book we were studying rolled up like a nightstick in my hands. I was furiously hacking at it, but it was too fast. Or maybe I was too slow. Either way, it kept getting away. It kept flying around the room that I almost wish I knew how to swing a bat in baseball. The funny thing about it was that everytime I took a swing at the roach, it would suddenly fly to another direction making me miss the target. It was frustrating and funny both at the same time. The roach was flying fast too. There was one time when it flew at the direction of my face. I didn't try to swing at it. Instead, I ducked out of the way. I just didn't have time to think about what to do. If I had, I would have done a matrix back there. Unfortunately, the insect escaped under my bed.

I really don't have anything to add to the discussion. I just want to congratulate David on a creatively written piece. If I'm not mistaken, it's called an allegory (correct me please if I'm wrong). I really know nothing about writing. Congrats again! Hope to see more chapters. Hehe

It's an epic, alright. But it's awesome!!! I love it. I really couldn't find the words to describe it in any other way. I love it!

It always takes me a lot of time to make or implement plans/decisions, especially when it would make a mark on my life where people stop and ask "what's that?" I believe that there are only two kinds of plan: the one where I change my course, whether for the good or the bad, and the one where I just stay in the same track that my life had been running on since forever. Planning is just a simple thing of seeing which one would yield greater results. Nothing hard there. And yet, it still takes me months. I spend half the time thinking not if plan A would make me rich but if my folks would approve it. I don't want to be like that. I mean no disrespect but I just have to live my life the way I want to. I really don't want to care what they say, but the fact that they're my parents makes their opinion matter. I don't know if this would make sense: I believe their opinion matters, but I dont care. I mean, I'm already an adult now -- well, of legal age, anyway -- but as a Filipino, that doesn't mean anything. I have to do whatever they think I should do. If I don't, I'm going to be seen as a disobedient son. I'm going to be an ungrateful son, someone who never saw what his mother went through giving birth to him. Regardless if I made a good decision, I'll still be an ingrate. And that's just it. I really don't care anymore if my parents think I'm an ungrateful son. I can deal with two persons. BUT. They've got the whole world behind them. Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating, but that's how it feels like. I could just hear my relatives talk behind my back about the kind of person I am. I could just see their friends shaking their heads at the black sheep. I don't want to care what they think about me, but I do. I want to turn it off. I want to be able to say "fuck you, this is my life!" But I also want to hear some approval there. I guess that's where I'm at fault. Wanting approval, or maybe just a little acceptance. If they'll just concede a little that I can decide on my own without their approval, I'll be ok. I mean, if ever they oppose something I want to do, I could point out that fact. But my parents are just not like that. And so I spend the other half of the time thinking if I could take their anger (or whatever it is they want to give me). Because while I don't care what they do, they really could still do things that could drive me over the edge. I've already made my decision. In fact, I've already implemented it without their knowledge. I'm gonna tell them next week. Really, I don't care anymore what my parents think, but I just can't take on the whole world.

No apologies needed. I did unintentionally call that upon myself. Just please, corrupt my innocence no more.

I'm actually thinking of something witty to write here, but no such luck. Fifty entries? Man, I've got forty-five more to make.Although I really know nothing about Harry Potter (not fond of it), I understand the bit about Daniel RADcliffe. Sigh. I wish I could do more than just stare at him.See, this really is nothing witty.

:lol:loved it! I couldn't get the image of you hitting your horn with your hips out of my head. Not that I've seen it. But that was some vivid narration.

An early happy birthday!Couldn't stop smiling throughout this entry. I love it, especially the song. Hehe. Keep blogging! I love the way you write.

I think I'm gonna read Alone By Myself first before reading its supposedly scandalous non-sequel. Based on this thread, I'm missing out on the best thing. Ever. I hope you're flattered, Sir Raccoon. They say it could get me anywhere.

I was about to say something when I realized I didn't know anything of what you were talking about. Oh well, maybe next time. Hehe.

Well, Trab, I'm sorry."But I'm on fast."Haha