Colorful Delusions

They foresaw a storm headed this way yesterday, but there is no change in weather from where I'm from. I looked up to the sky through my caged window and sensed it; sensed it and sensed it change in direction. Of course, this happened after checking the links from Squadron17 that led to the news articles, but sensing it is more dramatic. This foe is not unfamiliar to me. I have seen its tactics before. Did it truly lose interest in us? or is this a faint for a surprise attack? A slight rain did pass, but knowing Chupon, this could very well be just the first wave. I know the public calls this form Reming, but they are deluded by its constant appearances and disappearances, believing each got vanquished and another would take its place. Chupon could never be vanquished. No one knew where to hit it for it had no solid point.

I... I was powerless during its last attack. It drained all energy from me, forcing me to remain helpless, trapped within the confines of my base. Then, even if I was within Chupon's grasp, I was not truly harmed in any way. This time... this time, I have a mission I must complete. The failure of this mission could prove fatal to my career. The world is depending on me to persistently apply pressure to my keyboard. The world is depending on me to create, with my very hands, a... cash register program. Chupon's timing couldn't have been any worse. In the confines of my base, I am safe from any direct attack from him, but if it successfully foils my progress, I could suffer a more horrible fate.

Everything that needs to be charged is charged. All except my own power. Never found out how to use it to fire ki blasts or increase my physical strength, so that is one thing I can overlook. Everything I have to back up has back up. Of course, it would have been smarter if I had some hard copies printed as well, but who said I was the brightest bulb in the box? All the supplies I'll need has been gathered.

Chupon, you will deceive me no longer! I may not have the means to vanquish you, but I can still defeat you by foiling your plot to foil mine!

Now, I hear the second wave is striking. This is far from over... Where is jake's weather machine when you need it?

posted by Raziel @ 8:41 AM 0 illusions

My next term schedule is decent, considering the time the website allowed me to enroll and that only the leftover classes were left. Time is more breathable now, though I probably stuck myself in the grasp of some of the more infamous teachers. They're all afternoon classes, though. >_< So much of my grand plan of taking classes during the morning, sleeping all afternoon, then doing work and enjoying free time all night. Still, I was lucky enough to get this setup. Hopefully I didn't fail any class this term so I won't have to destroy my schedule's delicate balance.

Fun facts:
- In order to avoid the my.DLSU server crashing during enrollment this time, seperate time slots were given to each group of students.
- Dean's list students got priority.
- The order of which batch of students would get to enroll earlier was alphabetical, for no particular reason.
- by my luck, CCS students M-Z got the last time slot.

Nevermind that these two posts only got here now... not like anyone would have noticed any absence here. ^ ^;

posted by Raziel @ 8:44 AM 0 illusions

on Mahoromatic:

Finally finished watching Mahoromatic. It's... too typical of a harem anime. :/ It would have no distinguishing characteristic at all if Mahoro didn't add all the individuality and the action to it. I was very disappointed in Mahoro, really. I was hoping more of a manga Sousuke Sagara type personality. Then again, she's female, thus not reacting the same way he did. Still, she could have kept up the seriousness a bit more... Fighting was appreciated, but those scenes could have lasted longer. It was okay, interesting enough to get me to finish the series, but I guess the pre-watching promise ruined it for me. Its music was fun though. I can see myself downloading the mp3s soon. I'd say buy the soundtrack, but I'm not that rich yet. Mahoromatic also does not seem to bother with censorship at all. I'm not going to expect this on TV anytime soon.(unless it already did. No Animax on my stupid cable, so XP)

On Stilt-man:

Stilt-man must be the most formidable villain in the Marvel universe! R2 says so himself!

R2: Marvel is bringing back Stilt Man just so they can kill him off
Raziel: YAY!
Raziel: Stiltman must kill off Superman temporarily then die a glorious death after a long one on one duel against Galactus' pink armor!
Raziel: who cares that Superman isn't in Marvel too!
R2: ...
R2: Punisher is gonna kill Stilt Man
R2: by blowing him up
R2: stilts and all
Raziel: after a long kickass battle against the entire New Avengers and winning, right?
R2: no
R2: he gets written off early
R2: besides, the New Avengers are disbanded after Civil War
Raziel: yeah, they had to assemble again temporarily to fend off Stiltman!
R2: ....no.
R2: Punisher takes him with C4 taped to the leg
Raziel: after all his other weapons of mass destruction failed, of course! He had to resort to that in the end!
R2: Punisher doesnt have weapons of mass destruction
Raziel: close enough
R2: only in that one shot "The Punisher Kills the Marvel Universe", where he steals on from Castle Doom and later uses it to kill off the X-Men, Magneto and Apocalypse
Raziel: yeah, that one didn't affect Stiltman at all either
R2: he killed Stilt-Man off-panel
Raziel: of course! It was too great of a scene for any artist to draw and give it justice!
R2: ...no, Stilt-Man is a footnote
R2: a minor character
Raziel: he should be! If he was a major one, the story would be too anti-climactic. Imagine all the build up, then Stilt-man takes care of the problem before a minute passes!
R2: ...that's what Dr. Strange is for
Raziel: yeah, Dr. Strange would be without a job if Stilt-man was more active on duty
R2: ....HELL no
R2: Kingpin wouldnt hire Stilt-Man because "no matter what equipment or weapons you may have, I do not hire idiots. YOU are an idiot."
Raziel: he sure was unconventional, eh? No one bothers with him thinking him as a fool before they get PWNed. I'm sure he planned that too
R2: ...he has NEVER won a battle with heroes.
R2: even minor ones
R2: hell, the Great Lakes Avengers just gave him a beating a few months ago
Raziel: He must've gotten bored and had to raise their self-esteem so they can put up a more worthy fight against him next time!
R2: *kicks*
R2: enough. Stilt-Man is a C-List villain whose ultimate fate is to be blown up by the Punisher within 2 panels
Raziel: heh, if they put up his rank, they'd have to make him appear more but things would get too anti-climactic. Of course he had to die, it would shame the heroes if he had to put up a real fight!
R2: *slap*
R2: you just dont get it
Raziel: I'm agreeing with everything you say, in case you didn't notice
R2: you're blowing it up so Stilt Man is a Galactus-level threat
Raziel: and what's the problem with that? you still said it!
R2: ...
R2: Stilt-Man is closer to Squirrel Girl than Galactus
Raziel: wel, you know how Squirrel Girl fended off Marvel's heroes with acorns!
R2: ..she didnt
R2: she's a member of the GLA for chrissakes
Raziel: well, she could have if she tried
R2: ...what good are acorns against Thor?
R2: or Wolverine?
R2: hell, Spiderman?
Raziel: if it hits 'em on the head and makes that comical hollow sound

On El Goonish Shive:

It's a webcomic, and I put it in my "webcomics to read on my spare time" list. Nothing else to say.

posted by Raziel @ 8:31 AM 0 illusions

Nevermind rants about the difference of acting upon an obligation to something to save my hide and acting upon an obligation to something because I chose to. What a public journal needs is info on chocolate ball pasteries I had the pleasure of trying in one of my relative's 50th anniversary of priesthood!

It seemed so innocent and promising. Chocolate never turned against me before, so I got two of those choco ball pasteries. Nevermind that I didn't note what it was called. I go to my table, pick one up and bite. The chocolate flavor I was promised was there, but there was something different... I went back, checked the sign, and saw it had lots of rum in it! Nevermind I didn't note the exact name of those things. Traitors! Hiding in chocolate coatings like that was unforgiveable! That explained the warm feeling and the weird feeling in my head. Or maybe that was subconciously produced due to paranoia of taking something rum-tainted. *shrug*

Internet Explorer won't work properly, so I had to use an old version of Firefox from my hand-me-down laptop. Unfortunately, it won't automatically access my favorites. :/ ...virus?

The Adobo Mathematician strikes again! I plan on requesting for free tonkatsu soon!

Plug goes in, plug goes out, plug goes in, plug goes out, and no automatic shut down! Yes! I finally have my laptop battery! Now, was I supposed to keep it plugged for as much as possible, or charge only when empty? The type of battery isn't specified.

and see? see? I can update my blogger!

posted by Raziel @ 8:11 AM 0 illusions

aha! Update! Idle, but not forgotten! The (not so)Phoenix rises from the ashes! Guess who's (trying to stay)back in Blogger? *chirping crickets*

For my first post since my return, I shall put up an essay I made for my English class! because I CAN! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (not like anyone would notice)

For the nth time, I take a deep breath and step into the room. Its polar atmosphere is all too familiar to me. This place, this room of misleading images that I talk about is the classroom. It may be in different locations and have different layouts, but it is still The Classroom to me. It may have different windows, wall designs, lights, blackboards and desks, but it shall never fool me. This unique foreboding feeling will always be flowing within its walls. There will always be the blackboard, always ready to unleash its evil when prompted to by chalk patterns. The desks scattered about serving as individual cells within the prison will always be present. The stage in front that holds public displays of humiliation and failure will always be there. The lights above that reveal every move of the unfortunate souls to the dungeon masters would not miss a single chance to bring misfortune.

At some days, the air inside feels so heavy. Everything seems slower than usual. Time would trudge on in a lazy pace. Tools of the trade would be put in a ready position, only to gather dust and cobwebs. Still, putting one’s guard down will prove to be disastrous. The sleep-inducing effect this place puts upon us these days only invites danger. In days like these, the careless are prone to getting ambushed. In the confusion, they are stripped of their pride, mentally battered silly until the point just before they are able to gather their bearings. When they finally get into a ready stance, the flurry ends, forcing them to sit down and deal with the wasted adrenaline. The imaginative gray tone of these times hides the tense internal struggles taking place within the very occupants of this dreary chamber. Such periods may serve to be a permanent nerve-wrecking stain in the very depths of one’s mind. Still, these memories are merely tame compared to the other skirmishes that have taken place in this menacing realm I have somewhat grown accustomed to. There are frantic moments. Frantic moments where others like me would desperately rush into the much loathed cell to avoid missing what has the potential to be one of the most traumatic experiences of one’s life. At this desperate setting, the ground shakes as a result to the collective shuddering of the victims. Hair is pulled, foreheads and flat surfaces meet, and sweat falls at the same rate as rain drops. The atmosphere is the complete opposite, but the effect is very much the same. It is almost illogical, desiring what one hates the most. The friction of point and plane produces a slight hum that agitates the heart even more, leaving a black stain on white. Criticism becomes carelessly harsh. Shifting eyes target everyone in the room, leaving no survivors. Some times, roles are given. The slightest mistake could lead even the most balanced team pummeling to their downfall. Other times, a quick shot is aimed at a random victim. If not reversed immediately, one’s progress is threatened. We may all sympathize with one another, but we would like nothing more than the misfortune befalling someone else other than them. Granted, there are some times when being within these boundaries can be pleasant. Unfortunately, it completely depends on the prosecutor.

The classroom is a necessary evil. Through extensive pain and suffering in this lair shall we gain the experience and knowledge for the next level ahead. The rare, fleeting pleasant moments present in this location almost makes going through these days worth it. By seeing the horrors of the classroom can we appreciate life outside much more. This classroom is the bane of most students’ lives, but it is necessary.

If I stick to it, I'll probably put my insanity ramblings here. I need to work on a new layout, but making images for it makes me lazy. Flooble first. Flooble is the first step.

posted by Raziel @ 4:35 AM 0 illusions