Colorful Delusions
Friday, March 31, 2006
I spotted one of the thick How To Draw Manga books in Robinson's National Book Store's sales bin worth only P500 because it was used, but didn't have enough money for it. :P I'm poor. I think it was the combat stances one Khan had. Can't remember. bah.
At Shang, I got scrubbed by a lower grade school student in Tekken because he challenged me while I was still practicing with Julia. I still have a long way to go.
This definitely isn't one of my good days.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
I need to get a bit more busy if I'm gonna survive boredom for the rest of the Summer. I have little personal projects, but it's not enough to take up a significant amount of time in a day. I found a driving class that takes up an hour a day for 5-15 days, depending which fee is payed. The days don't even have to be consecutive. Pretty close to home too. I'm seriously considering taking it. I found there are language classes being held in the same building, but I don't know much about it yet. Considering how much time the driving class leaves open, it is a clear possibility too.
Airdance? The though has entered my mind, but there are quite a lot of requirements I imagine needing to accomplish before I can really look forward to it. First of all, waiting for another to be sure he's going. Can't be the only newest one there. Next, are things that my parents will be worried about. I have to convince them to let me go despite how far it is, how close it is to the closing of the MRT(well, it's not that close, but considering it takes 20 minutes to walk there and a 50 minute ride to reach the station closest to home, my parents can easily see it as cutting it close), and the fact that it's a dance class. I can kinda understand why they'd not like the fact that me, a guy, would try a dance class, but I myself wouldn't really care. The world will just have to accept the suffering if I ever do. and I'm not even going to think about caring that the popular belief is that dance class is "gay". I love not caring about baseless popular beliefs. So, yeah. at the moment, joining airdance is kinda far-fetched. I shouldn't even think about it right now. Oh well, my mind is weird that way.
Friday, March 10, 2006
Bah, the most I can do is post the same content here for now. I think I will make LJ my private blog afterall.
Friday, March 03, 2006
*hugs internet* It's over! it's all finally over! The Exams are gone and I'm reunited with my favorite love: Internet. I finished reading all the previous posts in my friend's LJ's too!
I closed my eyes and contemplated. This is the final showdown withe the HS Exams afterall. It's either I finish them, or they finish me. After taking a few deep breaths, I brandished my dual ballpens, my preferred tools for these skirmishes. Being an important plot battle, it was needlessly long. It lasted 4 days, actually. If my life was a series, each 5 minutes would last an entire episode and everyone's heads would explode for watching such a mess of a series, actually. I can't say it was dramatic, but it was painful.
Though they were delayed for one day, by no means were they unprepared. They knew that Science and Math would hurt me enough, and they knew well enough that Filipino would do more damage if it came later in this... occasion. The-
Bah, I lost my idea completely. Maybe I shouldn't do those kinds of posts too often. Anyway, English, CL, Social Science, Music, PE and Computer were easy. Science and Math made me insecure, and Filipino floored me and laughed manically while stomping on my dead remains after slowly burning me to death, enjoying my screams of pain. Yep, the Filipino Exam was sadistic.
My heart cheered in joy as I submitted my PE paper, the last exam I had to take. I tried to get my CSB results, but our guidance counselor wasn't there. I know it doesn't matter much anymore since I'm happy with what I passed already, but I'm just curious on how well I fared. A very, very big thanks to som3guy(I still can't decide whether to use real names or online names.) for treating us to watch Fearless. 8D I feel like I have to learn a martial art like, RIGHT NOW! I provided food and powerstation credits, but I don't think I spent as much as som3guy. I think I should keep my review of the movie to myself. I'm ranting too much as it is.
My room smells like Raid. I think it's because someone saw this HUUGE moth I failed to kill when I saw it this morning.
This morning, I woke up the usual time but slept again. I don't know when. I dreamt I was preparing for school and woke up realizing it passed 30 minutes and I was still in bed.
It feels SO good to be back online. I missed you, internet.
I find it sad that when I plan on putting up my thoughts in the internet for stalkers, for all I know, who could be lurking at my journals, I go to LJ. The blogger in me is dying. ;_; I cannot let this happen! I must put this post up in blogger too since I'm too lazy to add variety to my two journal's content.