<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089</id><updated>2011-09-28T15:13:43.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorful Delusions</title><subtitle type='html'>Its still the same site you remember visiting before.
There are no changes at all.
Everything that you see that's different is a delusion.
Well, except for the sidebar I finally fixed and new posts.
&lt;p&gt;
You are just imagining the random colors, poorly made banner, Jar Jar Binks and Hamtaro.
What are you doing thinking about Jar Jar Binks and Hamtaro anyway? Sicko.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-8107810389241478069</id><published>2007-08-24T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T07:25:10.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heat... is hot.&lt;br /&gt;and evil.&lt;br /&gt;Especially without aircon.&lt;br /&gt;Aircon makes it cold, but can't use aircon yet.&lt;br /&gt;Heat doesn't really turn into cold.&lt;br /&gt;Cold doesn't exist as a noun, but people use it as one anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Cold is the absence of heat.&lt;br /&gt;Absence has no presence, but it is treated as if it does anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Contradicting, but people find it more absurd to call cold heat.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of like nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;People treat it as if it is something.&lt;br /&gt;People are silly things.&lt;br /&gt;Ending lots of words with "thing".&lt;br /&gt;Everything, nothing, anything, something, thing and thingamajig.&lt;br /&gt;Thingamajig doesn't end with thing, it starts with it.&lt;br /&gt;Same with thingie.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even think thingie is a real word.&lt;br /&gt;People use it as if it was though.&lt;br /&gt;Does that make thingie fiction?&lt;br /&gt;Heat changing powers are not real thingies but are fiction too, but people don't use it in real life.&lt;br /&gt;Heat changing powers should be more useful than thingies.&lt;br /&gt;Heat changing powers could get rid of evil heat.&lt;br /&gt;...but not, since heat is energy.&lt;br /&gt;Energy cannot be destroyed, only changed.&lt;br /&gt;So heat changes to cold.&lt;br /&gt;but there is no such thing as cold, as cold is absence.&lt;br /&gt;So heat becomes fiction.&lt;br /&gt;Fiction is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people need to use heat changing powers instead of thingies if they're going to import something from fiction, so they can use it on heat and turn it into fiction so instead of being evil, heat will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All will become good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want aircon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-8107810389241478069?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/8107810389241478069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=8107810389241478069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/8107810389241478069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/8107810389241478069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/08/heat.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-567791801885249288</id><published>2007-07-19T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T07:45:03.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O_o this blog is dead. But since I made this post to say it died, doesn't that mean it's not dead? So by putting this post, it's not dead, but I say it is. THIS POST LIES! I'm a liar! I made a post for a lie! *sob* Now I have to live with an ever-growing web of lies that will only bring destroction when it breaks! but... if I have a web of lies, then everything I must be saying is a LIE! I must've been lying about having a web of lies, so I must've not have lied about anything! Then why did I say this post was a lie when it wasn't? Doesn't that mean I did lie in the first place? But the post is contradictory to what really is, so I wasn't lying by saying this was a lie! I'm clean! except that since I said the truth about the post I made being a lie, that means I lied making this post. Since I admitted to this being a lie though, that should mean that it no longer is a lie, but it is still contradictory to the truth, therefore, it's a lie that is not a lie! I have achieved the non-sensible once again! Also, my flooble finally did die. Aww... If I revive it, which I will though, then it'll be alive and that part of the post would be a lie too! If I follow what I said in this post though, the conclusion will once again arrive at me making something non-sensible agin. Yay, that makes 2 non-sensible things I made in 1 day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog, being a nonsense blog... does it make sense to bother wasting time to read this? Assuming that this blog's readers are sensical, of course. It's not like there is any hidden meaning behind it. ...I think. Highly unlikely though, since I suggested the possiblity. There's no sense to put any hidden meaning. Then again, it would make perfect sense, since that nonsensical action would fit right in the nonsense that this blog contains. Wouldn't that logic make sense though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... must find other purpose for rabidninjamonkeys. also must get new flooble... and watch it die a slow death. ...again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-567791801885249288?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/567791801885249288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=567791801885249288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/567791801885249288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/567791801885249288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/07/oo-this-blog-is-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-5104813873572444798</id><published>2007-03-22T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T09:54:29.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This be random post. Had your random fix today? Hah! This isn't some cheap mirror of my livejournal anymore! so, HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many fun black and white animals! There are pandas, penguins, polar bears, zebras, and probably some species of snake that I do not know of yet! ooh, new blogger is fun. I accidentally pressed CTRL+I instead of SHIFT+I, then this em tag came up! It's like em, only two of them, with those greater than and less than brackets surrounding them and the second em having a slash before it. I could type exactly how it looked, but it might get some stupid html error even though I just wonted to type it and not use some kind of html effect that is evoked by the greater than and less than brackets. ooh, those were long running sentences! I said ooh thrice! 4 times countingthat last time! ooh(now 5!) is some expression of astonishment or amusement, which means I'm probably really sleepy now to be astonished at such silly small things. I should be sleeping, you know? It's been a while since I typed things directly from my mind. What happened to the original topic on monochrome animals? oh well, this is long enough as it is. Well, I'm back at blogger again, again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colorful Delusions: The random blog/lj post mirror&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-5104813873572444798?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/5104813873572444798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=5104813873572444798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/5104813873572444798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/5104813873572444798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-be-random-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-117124707337750147</id><published>2007-02-11T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T18:24:33.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A lot happened over the weekend this time. Maybe this'll satisfy my want of something different happening for a while. I was planning a different style for this, but it dragged on too much. Failure! I shame myself. Therefore, I'll rant my immediate train of thought no matter how pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sounds of my alarm clock and cellphone traveled back in time. It's the only explanation! To what? well... On Saturday, I woke up at 8, an hour before my alarms were set to ring. That was not right. The chain of events of the night beforehand clearly lead to me waking up late, panicking, and barely making it to NSTP without breakfast. I stayed at a conference until 1, which I admittedly didn't say much. My usual silent trait kind of shines like that. It was something about microphones and making someone who seemed to be a blockmate because of the name but really wasn't because he just had a similar name. He eventually said he didn't want to talk in Filipino through the mic. I think that made the others happy since they left soon after. riyuji says I should have been to the conference earlier, but didn't give me the power to manipulate time and space so I could be in it. *pout* If I got it, I wouldn't abuse it! Maybe use it to take over the world and create my senseless utopia which I can't describe in words, but I wouldn't abuse it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the chat, I had to wait for Kekkaishi 11 to finish downloading. The series so far is practically 1 episode away from the latest manga chapter I downloaded! All *spoiler* had to do was to *spoiler* and *spoiler* the *spoiler*, then I wouldn't know what would happen next since mangatraders didn't have those chapters yet! I checked the scanlation group. Either the site wasn't made for IE, or they dropped Kekkaishi. The download finished at 2. I might have been on bed after, but I didn't get to sleep until 30 minutes, I think. I'm not a video game character. I can't just black out like that after tucking myself undeer the blankets like that. So I slept at 230-3, roughly 5 hours before 8. Last time I slept and woke up naturally in just 5 hours was during the first term. Ah, first term. I missed how things were like then. Algtrig was the only notable blemish during that time. My alarm was set for 9. 9 is one hour after 8. Therefore, it could not have rung at 8. My sleeping schedule is too messed up to get me up that early. The only conclusion was what I stated in the first place. The alarms travelled an hour back in time. whee, this paragraph is so long, and I was only talking about friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite there being no explanation as to why I woke up by myself so early, I appreciated it. I could eat breakfast, for one thing. It didn't do much though since I ate lunch at Mc Donalds at 11 anyway. I think I screwed up time then, since even the MRT and LRT ride to college ended up being 10 minutes shorter. That wasn't a good thing though, since it meant I had 40 minutes before I planned to eat lunch and I didn't see anyone I'd recognize until Germy when I was lined up at the cashier. Because of all the extra time, I checked up on Harrison's to see if I was in the right place. That didn't do anything. The jeepneys wouldn't come that early. In fact, they came much, much later. I had to contemplate if it got cancelled and if I was the only idiot who didn't know about the announcement for a while. Even when eating lunch and Germy was around, we still wondered the same thing since no one else came yet. Even though people didn't come until around 10 minutes before we had to go, they still came earlier than the jeepneys. Those were late. So late that they shaved off the extra 30 minutes we were supposed to have as make up for this class. Someone said something about the jeepneys being in Harrison's so I went there again with other people this time, and before we even went in, those ahead said it was in South Gate after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NSTP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeepney rides to East triangle and back were faster than usual too. Maybe I really did break reality and mess with the very fabric of time. Oh, if only I did so consciously. Germy was supposed to organize a talk about cleaning up and get a speaker, but that ended up being delayed. Lucky him. He didn't have a speaker. I told him to get Mr. Clean, but noooo, he didn't listen. I was in the documentation committee, and we didn't have to do much aside from taking pictures or in Hail's case, write down everything that happened from his point of view. We were supposed to have 3 cameras but- ...hmm, I'll call him Collar for now just because I randomly recalled his shirt had a collar at one time when I was thinking of what to call him until I get an OL name he uses or permission to use his name here. Doesn't even describe him in the least, but oh well. Anyway, we were supposed to have 3 cameras but Collar didn't come. He was supposed to have the third camera. So we had 2 cameras, mine and Shield's(name inspired by shirt design. Hey, if I did it for Collar's, why not Shield's? I'm ranting my immediate thoughts. These minor details are not supposed to make sense. The other two people's "nicknames" should make sense to those that know them even though they really aren't called that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took many pictures. Especially pictures of electric fans for they served us well in our stay in that community. If there's one subject that can be found in more pictures than the electric fans', it's Germy's. I blame reverse psychology. He actively avoided pictures so Shield, riyuji, and I kept taking his pictures every time his guard went down. It's also payback for him taking my monstrosity of a face in several occasions. Another reason is because we capture him in the best poses. It's almost as fun as assaulting gold_zealot2002! We got a bunch of children to swarm Germy for a shot at one time. So, our pictures mostly contained important things the rest of the class were doing and things that amused us. There was this one banner that read "Children obey your parents in the Lord." in the classroom. Just think about the mental picture. There were pictures of "a cat that looked like it was licking it's balls"(exact words from Hail), a wrapper labeled Mojacko! special chicharon(that's really how it was spelled. I should know. I have the picture. abcd_wasabi has the wrapper I kept.), one of the special chicharon in my pack that grew a beard(only Shield has that picture because of that insanely high resolution that camera had), and Hail and the shiny white aura he and his notebook kept getting in every picture. I was supposed to take this pic of a shirt that read Dureimon, but that kid was elusive. Far too elusive than a kid should be. I suspect spies that are not us. You know, taking pictures without people noticing and peeking through windows kind of makes me think that my committee is a committee of spies. or ninjas. Ninjas are better, so committee of ninjas. Hail's on the spot rant he was working on the entire time sounds better then all this I'm spewing out. It could very well be a clearer summary of this session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo opportunities can only appear so often. There were times where we just sat around. One of those times was when we discovered Mojacko! Special Chicharon. That was also when d-taikoubou looked through Miffy and found my inky messes on paper and the printed picture of Fee/Audrey from Atelier Iris 2 I was planning to use as a reference for a drawing. It was then that I saw the drawing process that awed me since I first saw it done on Kingdom Hearts Cloud during my first term. She says it was messy, but it sure is cleaner than most lineart I've seen done in pencil. I have much, much more to learn. There were at least three people from my original section that could draw well. ...I need to write more to get my self-esteem back. Did I mention that the documentation team got their own jeepney there and back? There always seems to be a loose clanging part of the jeepneys we ride though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fwee, The day didn't end just at NSTP this time! Almost all of us was there this time.(insane_orange, runeliu, abcd_wasabi, chick_guitarman, jpop_princess, gold_zealot2002 and kokuren_hana. crussian and redmoonmurder weren't there. *pout* ...why did I even list this anyway? you guys are practically 98% of my lj friends anyway!) I was planning a throat slit welcome for runeliu when I spotted him in the arcade, but I reeeeally needed to go someplace special to release something pent up at the time. By the time I went back, I lost him. Food court, go figure. I should have checked that out before asking insane_orange so I could keep the element of surprise. :/ If you didn't believe that coke could make people drunk, you would have if you saw how we were like at the time! We had like what, 5 bottles of coke in a row? Only among us could someone start the random word game and everyone would understand.(basically saying a random word(mostly noun) to counter the previous word. Ends when all participants acknowledges the word as the greatest... I think. There never were any rules) When it ended, I I faced off against insane_orange in a similar game, only narrowed down to species in Animorphs, later on morphs used in the series. When gold_zealot2002 came along with that Toyfare comic, I won by default. XD Who's the hardcore Animorphs fan NOW!? jpop_princess and kokuren_hana were dancing... something. Though I like watching Morning Musume PVs, I never memorized any of the dances. *The planet sighs in relief* What else happened before we started eating? Besides runeliu trying to drag chick_guitarman and me away, of course, since I plan on mentioning that later when he finally succeeded. ...I guess after that, we figured redmoonmurder wasn't going to come and started buying stuff. I didn't eat until I was on my way home though. Coke really did fill me up then. So, jpop_princess was hungry and runeliu, chick_guitarman and I were just following her. I commented about her having a posse, then runeliu or jpop_princess translated it to "male harem", then it became the SPK, and it stuck. So, I've been part of an SPC and an SPK. All that's left is an SPR! Such is the fate of one who randomly follows people around. I'd say something about things we talked about, but I don't think we ever had a solid topic on any conversation that day, did we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, This is when runeliu did The Dragging. For some reason, I thought he was dragging us to play Starcraft. My mistake, just more Tekken. I don't think I got a chance to play until after I went back to the food court after gold_zealot2002 called asking where we were. I dunno what happened, but whatever it was, it finally made winning in tekken a possibility for me. First crussian 2 days ago, then winning 2 rounds before losing against runeliu, then WINNING against kokuren_hana's Asuka, which I believe he was holding back and also gave a mercy round. Still, he put a bit more than pity effort and I still won. I normally don't win against that. Or anything, for that matter when it concerns Tekken. Apologies to crussian. Since I was too used to losing, I didn't realize I've been winning and forgot about giving mercy rounds 2 days ago. I never had to give mercy rounds before. Oh yeah, on the way back to Power Station, I tested jpop_princess's awareness. *snicker* While jpop_princess and I were watching runeliu play Tekken, we proclaimed him the "Penguin-Hurter" since he was hurting penguins in one of those stages. Thus, Shang was born, in order to stop the penguin-hurter from hurting more innocent penguins! Our secret base was Shang, named after us. It will never be found! ...even though it's a huge mall with the arcade most of us frequently go to. Practiced Guitar Freaks with abcd_wasabi too. From what I've seen, There was no problem with switching buttons, but she experienced difficulty in timing on fast songs(Tentai Kansoku)? Probably because of the speed. Maybe if I suggested to raise the speed a bit more beforehand, she would have done better. Needs faster reflexes, but the timing gets clearer when the speed rises. Let's see, the order of leaving was... jpop_princess and chick_guitarman, abcd_wasabi, then me. I wouldn't know the order of those who left after me. Ate at Wendy's. It's not often that I get to eat baked potato :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, my plan was to work on the outline for filkomu. The plan was to finish before lunch. I was planning to go to mass at 8am and get a 100GB external hard drive at PC Express, Buendia after lunch. Oh, how naive I was. I should have known filkomu enough to know that things aren't going to go that well. Because of trying to convince myself to work filkomu, I missed 8am mass. Oh well, I thought I could catch the 12:30 mass. I missed that too since I was doing something online. I forgot what it was. hmm... I think I was transferring the D. Grayman manga and Kekkaishi 11 in my (parents') flash drive. Next was at 400pm. Forgetting about Filkomu for a while, I left the house after lunch. Who would have known it's just a 15 minute walk from the MRT station? After all those suggesting taking a jeepney, I was expecting a 30 minute to an hour walk. I almost ended up taking a TAXI! Just because I didn't know where the street I was looking for was. I'm starting to suspect that I have some internal radar for places I have no idea which direction it is. Without knowing which street, I started walking down a random street looking for jpop_princess's dance class. Asked another commuter and found out I was going the right way. O_o Similar experiences occurred for finding UST and that PC Express too. The street I was headed for before I got the idea of asking the guards at the station or getting a taxi was exactly where I was supposed to go. Before, gold_zealot2002 told me of a 40 GB external drive worth 5k. This 100 GB one was just 100 more! I got the info about the place from Shield. gah, Germy is so lucky! It's probably just a 5 minute walk for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. AM. DOOMED. I haven't even started the filkomu outline at all, and it's far too late. I'd finish or at least have a part done for most normal assignments at this grateful golden cramming period, but I can't even get myself to touch this one! Only in filkomu, only in filkomu... I'll try to make up for this loss, I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, my tummy is all gassy, but it doesn't want to release upwards nor downwards. You'd probably live a happier life without knowing that, but it's too late to change it now. oh well. To think that the effects of the coke drinking session at Friday would last this long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: Ranting makes posts needlessly long. Really, really long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-117124707337750147?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/117124707337750147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=117124707337750147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/117124707337750147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/117124707337750147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/02/lot-happened-over-weekend-this-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-117016303077380005</id><published>2007-01-30T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T05:18:01.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stealing old memes~&lt;br /&gt;Go to your music player of choice and put it all on shuffle. Say the following questions aloud, and after each one press play. Use the song title as the answer to the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of me, wmp?&lt;br /&gt;Kesenai Tsumi - Nana Kitade&lt;br /&gt;inerasable sin? That's one way of looking at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;Let It Over - Megumi Ogata&lt;br /&gt;over what? the edge? I hope you're not implying that I have to end it for it to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do my friends really think of me?&lt;br /&gt;E-mail Me! - Paula Terry&lt;br /&gt;Yay, they wish for spam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;br /&gt;Hikousen - Kumoko&lt;br /&gt;what kind of answer is Airship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;Dive - BeForU&lt;br /&gt;I hope you mean in water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;Finale B - Rent&lt;br /&gt;You hate me, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must life be so full of pain?&lt;br /&gt;Light My Candle - Rent&lt;br /&gt;You're right! It's because nothing is burning! Does it have to be just a candle, though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I maximize my pleasure during sex?&lt;br /&gt;Sadame - Tenchu 3 trailer&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave it all to fate then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;Rakuen - Do As Infinity&lt;br /&gt;I'll find paradise instead? Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I die happy?&lt;br /&gt;Pain - Xenosaga anime ED&lt;br /&gt;I knew it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you give me some advice?&lt;br /&gt;Gee, Officer Krupke - West Side Story&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think happiness is?&lt;br /&gt;Iroppoi Jirettai - Morning Musume&lt;br /&gt;Iroppoi - amorous, sexy, erotic&lt;br /&gt;Jirettai - vexing, irritating, impatient&lt;br /&gt;...maybe the online dictionary I used is inaccurate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my favourite fetish?&lt;br /&gt;Game - Ayumi Hamasaki&lt;br /&gt;obsessions and fetishes are 2 different things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My windows media player hates me and wants me to die T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: looking back, my wmp used to be so optimistic. Time sure changes people... and media players.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-117016303077380005?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/117016303077380005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=117016303077380005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/117016303077380005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/117016303077380005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/01/stealing-old-memes-go-to-your-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-116973824596482846</id><published>2007-01-25T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T07:17:25.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>L.E.A.P. to your doom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I swear, that title was not inspired by Power Rangers the Movie. It really has nothing to do with suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.E.A.P.... I only heard of it yesterday night. What could it mean? Leprechauns Eating A Pear? Lasallian's Evil Attempt at Pacing? Lounge, Enjoy, Appeal and Publicize? Whatever the meaning, it's still a program that gives a free day on a weekday at the cost of three successive hours of a topic of our choice. Kind of. It's not really a choice if you're limited to a handful of classes not yet full when you decide to apply for one late. bah, running sentence. It must be a miracle if it can be understood properly in the first read. I must really enjoy prepositions if I keep making those. I used to confuse prepositions and propositions before. Good thing I was never caught doing so, at least during times when I realized it soon after. My timing is really bad, realizing things so late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my timing, I failed to apply for a class I could look forward to, such as pro gaming, learning German or Spanish, Wushu, Photoshop tutorials, watching Ironman or Heroes episodes 1-5, or even the writing workshops. All thanks to me finally going to apply at 9 only to find out the service is only from 8am to 8pm.If I recall correctly, I was left to choose from dancing, non-martial art sports, archeology, that one religion related one, and more that didn't really catch my attention. Good thing there was a story telling crash course class still open. Not quite as excited as I would have been if I got one of my more ideal ones though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideal situations... I always had to have a plan B. Whenever I'd have an ideal schedule to get everything done in a day or an ideal set up for a moment of relaxation, it would often get ruined by something as simple as someone else being in the bathroom at the time I needed among all other times when it was completely unused or an unexpected announcement that the family had to go out for dinner or something. heh, Another running sentence. Whenever I was so sure it would work out and didn't think of an alternative, it would really get to me, no matter how trivial. hmm, That's probably why I don't plan so far ahead. It also helps if plans are a bit loose for flexibility so I can easily shrug off interruptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope there won't be any interruptions on Sunday. It seems so clear for attending the convention from start to finish as long as I have Mass on Saturday. oh yeah, Psicom convention on Sunday, Le Pavillion. Events start at 10am. It's kind of useless stating that now though. Seems like everyone else already has plans for that day. I wonder how they'll pull off that homosexual male turning into a female superhero after swallowing a rock in a musical. Or should have I said "muzical"? Whee, I'm ranting! I'd probably start talking about Avenue Q's schadenfreude and moments of it I experienced recently if I continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to an abrupt end to a pointless rant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-116973824596482846?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/116973824596482846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=116973824596482846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116973824596482846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116973824596482846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/01/l.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-116947827122241688</id><published>2007-01-22T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T07:04:31.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never Was Good in This Game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;defeated eventful week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gained 220 exp&lt;br /&gt;- 70 for difficult virus/trojan exposure&lt;br /&gt;- 50 for extended watersports exposure&lt;br /&gt;- 20 for train balance&lt;br /&gt;- 30 for tricycle riding&lt;br /&gt;- 50 for NSTP-C1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoils:&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Half-Life crack&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Hamachi program&lt;br /&gt;- 1 trojan making virus&lt;br /&gt;- 1 phobia of downloading cracks/keygens&lt;br /&gt;- 1 vacation to Palawan&lt;br /&gt;- 8 good meals&lt;br /&gt;- 3 silvanas&lt;br /&gt;- 5 1/2 absences&lt;br /&gt;- 2/3 NSTP-CI class&lt;br /&gt;- 2 papers from NSTP-C1 class&lt;br /&gt;- 2 homework&lt;br /&gt;- 1 wireless cardbus adapter&lt;br /&gt;- 1 USB mouse&lt;br /&gt;- 1 bad impression on teachers(probably)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losses:&lt;br /&gt;- 1 satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;- 1 theoretical Broodwar crack&lt;br /&gt;- 2 school days&lt;br /&gt;- 5 1/2 attendance&lt;br /&gt;- 1 submission of tredone assignment&lt;br /&gt;- 2 speecom quizzes&lt;br /&gt;- 1 fwteams quiz&lt;br /&gt;- 1 MRT stored value card&lt;br /&gt;- ? game time&lt;br /&gt;- ? internet time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesos: P200(to be used for stored value cards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranking: D&lt;br /&gt;Good effort, but could have avoided many losses and unwanted spoils. Improve rank by attempting to catch up. *coughcoughyou'reahopelesscasecoughcough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee, the lazy way to update a neglected journal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laziness Penalty: -50 points&lt;br /&gt;Updated Ranking: E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complaint Penalty: -20 points&lt;br /&gt;Updated Ranking: E-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-116947827122241688?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/116947827122241688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=116947827122241688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116947827122241688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116947827122241688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/01/never-was-good-in-this-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-116808511915462203</id><published>2007-01-06T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T04:05:19.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got to love hidden links&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/brain.cgi?Orochi%20Raziel"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://orochi-raziel.deviantart.com/"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/brain.cgi?Orochi%20Raziel"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-116808511915462203?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/116808511915462203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=116808511915462203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116808511915462203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116808511915462203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/01/got-to-love-hidden-links.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-116796386594016641</id><published>2007-01-04T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T18:25:09.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Adjustment went by without hassle, just self-doubt. Dropped tredone after thinking about the time slots, but is delaying it really as safe as I think it is? I guess I'll find out eventually. It would be really helpful if one of those tuesday-thursday tredone classes became available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking, thinking that I could enroll right after adjustment? ...oh right. Back then, my schedule had the same tuition fee anyway and I could have just payed using the old schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not put going out to waste, I found out I cannot get myself into a closed section unless I'm a graduate student, or planning to sit in. Sitting in would defeat the purpose of getting into tredone though. Went off to Mandaluyong after and got myself Dirge of Cereberus(which could be a stupid purchase considering some opinions I've heard. oh well, it's still FF7), Kung Pao(because I didn't see the whole thing and wanted my own copy) and Rent's soundtrack(movie, though. I don't think there's any of the original musical's. also wanted a personal copy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up on luck for tredone on TTH, I replaced it with intfilo so I can regain whatever stability I had left in my progress through the flowchart. ...No, I did not copy the idea of someone else. okay,maybeIdid. If I did this sooner, I should have washed my hands of the matter of paying entrance fees by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been clicking on submit this entire time instead of save after altering my schedule a lot. Hopefully, that mistake won't bring any problems. If it just accepted my first schedule anyway, I'd end up with a tredone, but no lunch break for MF. Not much harm there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-116796386594016641?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/116796386594016641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=116796386594016641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116796386594016641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116796386594016641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/01/adjustment-went-by-without-hassle-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-116764114748289551</id><published>2007-01-01T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T00:45:47.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wHy YeN appear!&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Ya pwN a rep!&lt;br /&gt;paY Her peN way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frohes Neues Jahr! May you have many more anagrams in this new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish relatives arrived around two days ago. I wish I picked up enough Spanish to practice speaking, but I still don't know enough. I didn't know there was any tradition of eating one grape a second during the countdown. Since we didn't have grapes, spanish cousin and her friend took orange slices. Spanish cousin's first act in the new year would have been choking if they were following the right clock *swt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet has been slow lately. It recovered a bit, since I can finally access yahoo messenger again and sites load successfully more often, but it's still slower than usual. Is it just around my area? I don't see anyone not in this city having problems. Well, I guess I can live as long as this doesn't last until January 4. I still have enrollment and adjustment to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current sleeping schedule: 3:00am - 12:00nn or later&lt;br /&gt;I tried fixing it, I really did! I'm just too wide awake during the night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-116764114748289551?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/116764114748289551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=116764114748289551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116764114748289551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116764114748289551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-yen-appear-hey-ya-pwn-rep-pay-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-116692639593785161</id><published>2006-12-23T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T18:13:15.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been getting more and more interested in english musicals these days. Avenue Q, RENT, and even some Disney. I keep forgetting that english songs are not all love and emo. Ah, watching Rent last thursday was good. It won't stop me from getting foreign songs I don't understand the lyrics of though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what else watching Rent has rekindled? My love of fire. Fire burns things, and I like watching things burn. Too bad smoke has to come from burning. Well, nothing is all good anyway... except for Final Fantasy 7, but maybe just because I'm a fanboy of that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone else tried recreating the Final Fantasy 7 cast in Soul Calibur 3's Chronicle of Swords? I did! I can't say it was a good job though. The next SC customization option should have body type options. -_- Barret never looked so skinny, nor did he ever wield daggers. I only picked dagger because the bombs suit Barret. You know, since he used to bomb Mako reactors. Bombs go 'splodey and make enemies fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most annoying of insects fly, like bees, houseflies, mosquitos, and the uncommon flying cockroach. There was something like that in my room a day ago. It was like a cockroach, only skinnier and had longer legs. Not only did this thing fly, but it kept moving; flying inches past my face, crawling across walls and seemingly disappearing from plain sight. It was disturbing enough that it was flying around where my computer was while I was using it, but that wasn't enough for it. Unlike most bugs I don't mind, this thing doesn't just mind its own business in the surrounding area. This thing liked buzzing on my face, getting on my arms, and latching on my leg wound. It just had to die. The thing is, this thing kept moving; it was too much of a formidable foe for the common slipper. I had to get myself off my comfy chair, get the Raid from my parents' room, and miss several times before I got to spray it to oblivion. Maybe staying in my room while it was completely raided was what got me this cold I have in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colds are so troublesome. I do not like the runny nose, I do not like the slight headache and I do not like the weak feeling I get whenever I catch one. At least, the weather is cold. I like this period from December to February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's december 24, the day before Christmas. Somehow, my train of thought went from musicals to Christmas eve. *shrug* Merry Christmas Eve! I'm not greeting Merry Christmas yet, because that's tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-116692639593785161?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/116692639593785161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=116692639593785161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116692639593785161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116692639593785161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-been-getting-more-and-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-116654024437918643</id><published>2006-12-19T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T06:57:24.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for 5 subjects of course cards, 32200. failfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfa&lt;br /&gt;ilfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfai&lt;br /&gt;lfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfail&lt;br /&gt;failfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailf&lt;br /&gt;ailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfi&lt;br /&gt;alfailfailfalifailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfalfailfailfailfalf&lt;br /&gt;ailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfalifailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfa&lt;br /&gt;ilfailfailfailfailfalifailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfai&lt;br /&gt;lfailfailfailfailfailfailfailafilfalifailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfail&lt;br /&gt;filafailfaiqlfailfailfailfail that's me! yes, those were all manually typed. no copy-paste cheating this time! I'll be seeing the others in compro2 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err, those fail typos were intentional. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typing fail over and over again is eeriely easy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me one day to get over the fact that I have to retake compro2 and tredone next term. that, and an arcade trip. preferrably with something to look stupid in like guitar freaks and a game like soul calibur. Meanwhile, I obsess over my failures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;failfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfailfail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-116654024437918643?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/116654024437918643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=116654024437918643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116654024437918643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116654024437918643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/12/for-5-subjects-of-course-cards-32200.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-116629786262434862</id><published>2006-12-16T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T11:37:42.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Within the cold confines of the small wooden chamber, one fatigued warrior can be seen running about; reading again and again for any critical point he can find. Whenever there was a sliver of hope, or even a hunch, he would strike, leaving his mark on the taunting beast. The beast knew of his dreams and aspirations. It used this knowledge to destroy the warrior's hope and determination to its full extent. "You could never be a programmer!" "You thought you could make it far without even knowing this much?" "There are many more hardships much more difficult then this." "There is no hope for you!" The monster's words repeated itself in the warrior's mind. There was no time left. In a leap of faith, the young man struck three last marks at random. Out of tricks, the mischievous foe disappeared. The end was merely temporary relief. Though the conflict is over, the results of it is still unknown. Chances of victory were still bleak. To recover from the pain, the clueless ballpen wielder sought companionship from those who have suffered through a similar predicament. For a sweet period of time, misery was quelled by the sharing of tales of each one's exploits and a sufficient meal. The nonsensical prediction of the seer and the pointless tale woven by four minds caused much merry laughter before each left for his own dwelling. Much uneventful time passed, and the first day ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to this one’s pleasure, the second day started when the sun rose to the peak of its path in this side of the world. Despite being uneventful, boring, but very restful, the day provided to be a period of recovery. It quickly ended without a sound. Life would prove to be short without uninteresting days such as these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light has yet to appear from beyond the horizon, and already this adventurer proceeds with his usual morning preparations. Proceeding two train rides and several footfalls, he has once again stepped into the arena. This time, he faces a familiar foe; the keeper of confusing numbers and symbols. Though severely humiliated before, this man has prepared through apprenticeship under a much more competent master than the last time. All the knowledge he needed was stored within the depths of his memory. The time allotted was just enough to deliver the finisher. The confrontation seemed to have posed not much difficulty. When a lack of preparation was made apparent, his master came to his much needed aid. It may not have been flawless, but victory never felt so assured. Lunch and departure followed, and nothing of interest occurred on the third day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days proceeded in the same fashion, with one opponent of great difficulty in each. In the fourth day, this warrior regretfully crossed ink with the boss that wasn’t meant to exist. Its appearance on this day has come to be only because of a class prosecutor’s rage manifesting itself. This manifestation was not like the others in any way. There may have been possible points to strike easily seen in the others, but this one required a more drawn out process to finish it. It took a forced recollection of painful memories to just give the desperate fighter a chance to even touch this foe. In the end, the demon of Theology walked away, laughing haughtily. There was no way to tell if the hits thrown with desperate determination were feather-light or critical. Light was shred on what I need to accomplish from this skirmish to achieve the next level. Whether it was a gift or a curse to find out is still undetermined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the final day of this pain, it has proven to be the most eventful. As always, it started with another exasperating timed battle. It may not have been as annoying as the last one, but it had a way of breaking the weary combatant’s concentration. It sprouted nonsense; utter nonsense. It sprouted so much nonsense that the warrior’s will to win constantly had to overwhelm the ever-growing anticipation of the end. Its words went to the extra mile and not only immobilized the contender on more than one occasion by lack of interest, but siphoned all the interest out of him. It was not particularly as vicious as the wrath of the previous prosecutor, but the rapidly decreasing determination still made it an overwhelming challenge. Constantly re-reading the enemy’s movements while struggling to stay alert, the warrior took a slow but cautious pace handling this obstacle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the battle was not the end of the day, however. Following suit was the quest to deliver the package of mnm’s, Pepsi, bunny apples, and humor. Being the leader of three, the warrior accepted the job of navigator as his duty. With a map previously used to attend an important annual event, the troupe of three set off for the train station. Quezon avenue bound, the loading time was excruciatingly long. With the map as a guide, the mighty trio treaded forth, following which streets to skip, and which streets to turn. Weary, they found themselves in Camelot, the destination of many heroes and travelers of legend. Unfortunately, that was not their intended destination. After going through all the text boxes from inspecting signs and inquiring villagers, the lost three questioned the credibility of the map. The conclusion that they were hopelessly lost eventually set into their minds. Much failure in the attempts to temporarily recruit a mercenary of transport was experienced as time passed. Eventually, at the cost of evoking the wrath of the caretakers, the summoner of the group called forth the Draiber, the majestic being with the mighty steed of metal and smoke. The travelers finally made their way to their destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the quest items delivered, much to the joy of the plagued maiden, the company discussed speedrun strategies for starcraft campaigns and traded spoils of war. Much rejoicing occurred. An hour or so after the great ball of fire has fallen, the adventurers departed, knowing they have brought happiness to their ill friend. With only the general direction in their minds, the unsure triad had begun the walk along the street of unfathomable length. They walked, and walked, and walked, stamina running low due to lack of endurance. Once again, temporary recruitment for a mercenary of transport constantly failed… until a persistent attempt at a corner. The summoner separated from the team along the way to the train station, leaving the thief/assassin/navigator/leader and the projectile weaponless self-proclaimed sniper. The projectile weaponless self-proclaimed sniper soon left the company of the assassin/navigator/thief/leader upon arriving at his home town. Alone, the final warrior treaded homeward bound, expecting the wrath of the landlords. By sheer luck, that wrath never came. Home at last, the tired adventurer returned to his usual routine in the alternate realm, the Internet, doing pointless things such as this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-116629786262434862?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/116629786262434862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=116629786262434862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116629786262434862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116629786262434862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/12/within-cold-confines-of-small-wooden.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-116525248040537146</id><published>2006-12-04T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T09:14:40.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is supposed to be no special day. Whenever it is, I screw up and whatever happiness I had gets overlapped by regret and depression. Usually, I get by by treating it like anyother day with minimal festivities and celebrate at a later day, when it's safer. But now, there's this project bringing me hopelessness from the first second of the day. I have to submit it today, and I'm not even half done. Then again, I get released from it later on today so I'll finally be able to breathe. Then again, I'll worry about my compro grade and keep getting burdened by this thought that I failed compro2 already and will have to take it again. Curse you, DLSU! Your double-edged gifts will be the end of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a million other definitions of MP, but you're all probably tired of those by now, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm still wide awake. Why? I bought one large bottle of coke, 2 packs of bread pan, and a large pack of clovers to keep me company over the night/morning. I also had a crunch bar very early on. Hyped up on coke now, I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I post this when I should be working? I'd say to preserve sanity, but you all know that's impossible at this point. It's because I'm on the verge of giving up and these distractions are what keep me from being emo and cutting my wrists with my laptop. Yes, I am that hardcore, you emos! Your puny razors are laughable compared to cutting yourself with a laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, concerning when I'll celebrate, it can't be this weekend since I'll have finals coming up next week. After next week though, it should be my sembreak so I should be free for several days. I'll have to claim that P200 of powerstation credits by thursday or I miss my birthday bonus. What's a good day when everyone is free? I have no plan on what to do exactly, but I will have extra money and it would be a shame to spend it all on myself... Not really, I can just use it all on Power Station if I felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wizards in Winter by TSO roXXorz. I've been listening to it all night now thanks to http://youfail.org and its infinite loop. Must... download...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-116525248040537146?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/116525248040537146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=116525248040537146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116525248040537146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116525248040537146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-is-supposed-to-be-no-special-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-116490489425469257</id><published>2006-11-30T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T08:41:34.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I hear the second wave is striking. This is far from over... Where is jake's weather machine when you need it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-116490489425469257?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/116490489425469257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=116490489425469257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116490489425469257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116490489425469257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/11/they-foresaw-storm-headed-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-116438691729940473</id><published>2006-11-24T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T08:48:37.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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. &gt;_&lt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun facts:&lt;br /&gt;- In order to avoid the my.DLSU server crashing during enrollment this time, seperate time slots were given to each group of students.&lt;br /&gt;- Dean's list students got priority.&lt;br /&gt;- The order of which batch of students would get to enroll earlier was alphabetical, for no particular reason.&lt;br /&gt;- by my luck, CCS students M-Z got the last time slot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind that these two posts only got here now... not like anyone would have noticed any absence here. ^ ^;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-116438691729940473?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/116438691729940473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=116438691729940473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116438691729940473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116438691729940473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-next-term-schedule-is-decent.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-116438616155855576</id><published>2006-11-24T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T08:36:01.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on Mahoromatic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;a href="http://www.marvel.com/universe/Stilt-Man"&gt;Stilt-man&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stilt-man must be the most formidable villain in the Marvel universe! R2 says so himself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R2: Marvel is bringing back Stilt Man just so they can kill him off&lt;br /&gt;Raziel: YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Raziel: Stiltman must kill off Superman temporarily then die a glorious death after a long one on one duel against Galactus' pink armor!&lt;br /&gt;Raziel: who cares that Superman isn't in Marvel too!&lt;br /&gt;R2: ...&lt;br /&gt;R2: Punisher is gonna kill Stilt Man&lt;br /&gt;R2: by blowing him up&lt;br /&gt;R2: stilts and all&lt;br /&gt;Raziel: after a long kickass battle against the entire New Avengers and winning, right?&lt;br /&gt;R2: no&lt;br /&gt;R2: he gets written off early&lt;br /&gt;R2: besides, the New Avengers are disbanded after Civil War&lt;br /&gt;Raziel: yeah, they had to assemble again temporarily to fend off Stiltman!&lt;br /&gt;R2: ....no.&lt;br /&gt;R2: Punisher takes him with C4 taped to the leg&lt;br /&gt;Raziel: after all his other weapons of mass destruction failed, of course! He had to resort to that in the end!&lt;br /&gt;R2: Punisher doesnt have weapons of mass destruction&lt;br /&gt;Raziel: close enough&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;Raziel: yeah, that one didn't affect Stiltman at all either&lt;br /&gt;R2: he killed Stilt-Man off-panel&lt;br /&gt;Raziel: of course! It was too great of a scene for any artist to draw and give it justice!&lt;br /&gt;R2: ...no, Stilt-Man is a footnote&lt;br /&gt;R2: a minor character&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;R2: ...that's what Dr. Strange is for&lt;br /&gt;Raziel: yeah, Dr. Strange would be without a job if Stilt-man was more active on duty&lt;br /&gt;R2: ....HELL no&lt;br /&gt;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."&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;R2: ...he has NEVER won a battle with heroes.&lt;br /&gt;R2: even minor ones&lt;br /&gt;R2: hell, the Great Lakes Avengers just gave him a beating a few months ago&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;R2: *kicks*&lt;br /&gt;R2: enough. Stilt-Man is a C-List villain whose ultimate fate is to be blown up by the Punisher within 2 panels&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;R2: *slap*&lt;br /&gt;R2: you just dont get it&lt;br /&gt;Raziel: I'm agreeing with everything you say, in case you didn't notice&lt;br /&gt;R2: you're blowing it up so Stilt Man is a Galactus-level threat&lt;br /&gt;Raziel: and what's the problem with that? you still said it!&lt;br /&gt;R2: ...&lt;br /&gt;R2: Stilt-Man is closer to Squirrel Girl than Galactus&lt;br /&gt;Raziel: wel, you know how Squirrel Girl fended off Marvel's heroes with acorns!&lt;br /&gt;R2: ..she didnt&lt;br /&gt;R2: she's a member of the GLA for chrissakes&lt;br /&gt;Raziel: well, she could have if she tried&lt;br /&gt;R2: ...what good are acorns against Thor?&lt;br /&gt;R2: or Wolverine?&lt;br /&gt;R2: hell, Spiderman?&lt;br /&gt;Raziel: if it hits 'em on the head and makes that comical hollow sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On El Goonish Shive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.egscomics.com"&gt;It's a webcomic, and I put it in my "webcomics to read on my spare time" list. Nothing else to say.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-116438616155855576?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/116438616155855576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=116438616155855576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116438616155855576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116438616155855576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-mahoromatic-finally-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-116386633584434758</id><published>2006-11-18T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T08:12:15.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Adobo Mathematician strikes again! I plan on requesting for free tonkatsu soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and see? see? I can update my blogger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-116386633584434758?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/116386633584434758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=116386633584434758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116386633584434758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116386633584434758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/11/nevermind-rants-about-difference-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-116290357338017178</id><published>2006-11-07T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T04:46:13.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-116290357338017178?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/116290357338017178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=116290357338017178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116290357338017178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/116290357338017178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/11/aha-update-idle-but-not-forgotten-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-115824554230902094</id><published>2006-09-14T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T07:52:23.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Revival attempt #... I forget. definitely not the first though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo. been a while since I last returned here. and to think I planned to make this my main journal -_-a So much for that plan. 'tis a waste if I just scrap this. maybe I can find another function for this or find another way how to divide enteries to make habit agree upon. I really like the freedom in layout manipulation here. I'm sure I'll think of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First order of business for reviving this: revive my flooble. whether I'll be the only one using it or not.&lt;br /&gt;deadline for task: this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should possibly test out a new layout too. HTML skills are deteriorating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-115824554230902094?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/115824554230902094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=115824554230902094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/115824554230902094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/115824554230902094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/09/revival-attempt.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-114811911352559163</id><published>2006-05-20T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T02:58:33.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My parents mention that we're going out at a certain time when I'm too tired to think. Without seeing me go to the bathroom AT ALL, they still somehow become surprised that I wasn't ready when we have to go. Not to mention that they turned off our connection to the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get rushed to the bathroom, they expect me to not wash off the accumulating sticky sweat and just dress up for the sake of travel time. While taking a bath, they scream out to me every thirty seconds to finish already, as if going was compulsary or I insisted in tagging along. I didn't even feel like going out today. Still, they kept banging and shouting. By the time I finished, I gave up, told them I'm not going, and went straight back to my room. Never mind I'm dressed already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They already convinced me to go when they mentioned it, despite how tired and lazy I felt. If they truely wanted me to go, pressuring me was the last thing they should have been doing. Heh, the things my family do to play with my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's warm, I can't feel the wind, the roofs are quiet, and the sun shines in my face when I look at the window. What happened to my favorite cool, cloudy, windy, drizzling weather? I miss it so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-114811911352559163?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/114811911352559163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=114811911352559163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114811911352559163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114811911352559163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-parents-mention-that-were-going-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-114770169259520226</id><published>2006-05-15T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T07:01:32.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Delivery accomplished! I have dropped off the pot. Went to Creole's and the three of us went to SM North. I'm kinda familiar with it now. I'll be able to find my way around there soon. Spent most of the day &lt;s&gt;lurking&lt;/s&gt;staying behind Rika and Creole and listening to them talk... and fangirl in Comic Alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never got the chance to play Guitar Freaks 6th mix, but I finally got to play KoF XI and Neo Geo Battle Coliseum! Well, I already palayed Neo Geo Battle Coliseum, but... well, it was in an arcade. There must be some difference, right? Was doing well in NGBC, (by doing well, I mean slinking to a corner with Ai, blocking and throwing JoyJoy blocks when they're approaching, and using the bat swing when they're too close.) When I got timed out in the third stage though, Mizuchi butted in and ended my game abruptly. &lt;pl&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;/pl&gt; Played SC2 and sweeped the floor with Talim and Tekken: DR and got to practice with Julia more.(until some persistant guy beat me when he challenged the second time with Gun Jack) Watched Creole and Rika keep a crowd in Dancemaniax too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching hamsters is fun, ne? ^_^ There was the ones sleeping, and the one happily nibbling away, and the one trying to climb the water bottle and, and... (etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a nice action shot poster of KoF. Claimed it very quickly too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-114770169259520226?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/114770169259520226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=114770169259520226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114770169259520226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114770169259520226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/05/delivery-accomplished-i-have-dropped.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-114701728178581733</id><published>2006-05-07T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T08:54:41.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was right to get Full Metal Panic Fumoffu and Live Action GTO! Ponta roXXorz. When I finally download that Power DVD program, I'm gonna try to make an animated icon of Sousuke-Ponta. I'm disappointed with anime Tessa though. -_- I haven't read much of the manga, but manga Tessa had a lot more promise than the ditzy anime Tessa. Can't comment much on Live GTO since I've just seen the first episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of boredom, I tried making a simple avatar from a picture of me hugging a panda plushie. I'm satisfied with how it ended up for now. I'm sure I can do better with practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sensetivity of the clutch has been bugging me in these driving lessons. Stupid auto-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, nothing much has happened since the last visit to Creole's. Will be at a DLSU orientation for most of the day in the next 2 days though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-114701728178581733?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/114701728178581733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=114701728178581733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114701728178581733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114701728178581733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-was-right-to-get-full-metal-panic.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-114638982929561962</id><published>2006-04-30T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T02:37:09.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Creole's for lunch and ended up staying there until... 9:00pm? yeah, I know. Long lunch that was, wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Khan, for showing us Identity Crisis! mustseenextarcmustseenextarc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those ...bugs that fly into lights then die are very annoying when they go in your ears, mouth, eyes... &lt;pl&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;/pl&gt; On the bright side, I saw an entire basin of them dead with a lit candle at the middle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now use the busses along Edsa to get home! Now if only I could lose my dependance on Edsa road...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-114638982929561962?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/114638982929561962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=114638982929561962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114638982929561962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114638982929561962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/04/went-to-creoles-for-lunch-and-ended-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-114526571625537576</id><published>2006-04-17T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T04:18:53.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Starting tomorrow, at 8:00, I'll regretfully have to say goodbye to internet. I won't be back until sometime at the 22nd. My family is going off to China. If I can, I'll try to bring home one of their dragons and hopefully learn more Kanji while I'm there. Think I can be an apprentice under some martial arts school there? ...I guess not. probably won't learn much in just 1 week anyway. *sigh* Bought weapons won't be able to be brought home, would they? Maybe I can find some good Cpop or ballads while I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advanced Happy Birthday Kang! Sorry that I probably won't be around to greet you on the day itself. I'll see if I can get an extra special gift for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT(I find it easier than making a new post):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the fire escape key, opened the cage-like bars outside the window, and went out to the roof. It was a hassle going through those bars, using tissue-gloves to avoid injuries with the rust of the cage, fitting through the small door, and testing for the best spot to step on without making much noise, but I know I will do it again. and again. Whee, being on the roof just feels good. Simply not caring about the dust and just lying down was very relaxing. Simply enjoying the cool wind and the shade of the clouds. Watching the blue disperse as the red spreads... for an hour? I don't know how long I was daydreaming there. Whee, not thinking of anything and just riding my subconcious to wherever it goes. I'd really like to do that again. Probably after the trip. I should bring my sketchpad or a notebook out there with a ballpen and pencil. Seems like a good place for inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-114526571625537576?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/114526571625537576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=114526571625537576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114526571625537576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114526571625537576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/04/starting-tomorrow-at-800-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-114466976689296920</id><published>2006-04-10T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T04:49:26.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a birthday of a cousin. Ate in D'Marks. Even though it was just a family gathering, it was... stiff. I held conversations with myself in my head. Everything I wanted to say were left unspoken. Food was good though. Meat...something pizza(can't remember all the names given to these kind of pizzas in different places for I never bothered.) and meat raviolli. Yeah, I had a craving for meat. Having attended two parties so close to each other, I've been able to spend some time comparing how I am with family to how I am with friends. I'm too closed up with family. Probably due to previous experiences of trying to open up to my parents and everyone trying to outdo everyone else in being polite. My parents look happy during it, but when it's all over and we get to the car, they complain about everything. &gt;.&lt; I have to listen through all of it, even. Media often show people being themselves towards their family while trying to be someone else when with friends to get accepted by them. I feel I am the opposite. On the bright side, it makes me appreciate you all more. ^_____________________^ Thank you for every crack-filled moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I slept at 2:00am, woke up at 6:00 to prepare for nihonggo class, slept when I arrived at 11:10, woke up for lunch, then slept again until sometime around 4:00. I believe I won't be able to sleep much tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-114466976689296920?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/114466976689296920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=114466976689296920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114466976689296920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114466976689296920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/04/yesterday-was-birthday-of-cousin.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-114455266186837322</id><published>2006-04-08T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T20:17:41.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I can't sleep, might as well recap what I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was ready. All I had to do is wait until it was time to prepare to go out. Then, I remembered something about wrapped boxes having to be opened in the MRT. That's when I got the idea for the box. Didn't have enough time to color all sides though. :P I like what I was able to do with it though. The effect of the eyes wasn't even intended until I saw that P-chan wouldn't fit in completely. Took a picture of him when the thought crossed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRT was crowded, but no problems worth mentioning. Guard that was checking the box was amused when he saw P-chan and said it was cute. I even think that he might have recognized it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited in Mc Donalds. Made impromptu "card" from a page of my daily memo when I realized I forgot to get one. Played with P-chan a bit. Waited for a looong time for R2 and Jake. Doodled. Listened to Monty Python songs. Waited. Happily left when they arrived. The guards at the gate failed to acknowledge the existance of any Davids in their little happy village. Ended up walking. Didn't get lost this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, the party... I'm not sure if I can recall everything. A lot happened afterall. I enjoyed the food. I loved the coke. hehe, due to scarcity, we scrambled whenever we heard a bottle opening. I liked the music, despite my lack of expression. Whenever I looked toward who was playing, I usually focused on the hands. Am I that interested in learning? I took a mental note to try jumping next time I play guitar freaks. I also practiced drawing again, getting some extra tips from Arred and Benji. I personally liked the emoticons I made for myself. Kang kept leaning on Liu, Benji kept going to Arred, Arred kept going to Liu, Creole and Arred played a few songs a few times, Artoo, Khan and Jake stuck close to each other, Creole and Rika kept going to other guests who I do not know, I remember seeing Rika run away from a kid(or vice versa. I just remember chasing), and I just kept joining one then the other. I also watched a homemade video by Kang's brothers, took lots of pictures, learnt how to play a tune on a guitar, and learnt how to Moonwalk! Can't remember anything else at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought R2 home, and ate at Mc Donalds because my family wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently... tired but not tired, awake but not awake. Yeah, I can't sleep. Currently 6:00. Typing on Microsoft Word for no internet connection is available right now. Probably will post this sometime... after lunch, probably. Due to no internet at the moment, I haven't started working on the pictures yet. I'll start when I go online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental note: Finish watching Nana, download Shine We Are and... the song from Nana. &lt;pl&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/pl&gt; Must... remember... title!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-114455266186837322?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/114455266186837322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=114455266186837322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114455266186837322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114455266186837322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/04/since-i-cant-sleep-might-as-well-recap.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-114408302999593071</id><published>2006-04-03T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T09:50:30.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First class, and I came 5 minutes late. -_-;(mental note: It takes 10 minutes to reach the place) The method of this class seems like it will be very different from the one in LSGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came in, sensei was going on and on about how someone can't just learn the language itself, but must also learn the culture, how to enjoy it, and etc to be able to use it properly. It was a very long introduction for the language. From it, I learned that the class is going to focus in speaking the language rather than writing, people get paid for doing weird things for part-time jobs in Japan, and suicide is the "in" thing among the students there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting going all the way back to the beginning. I understood what sensei in LSGH said more now. The room was... blindingly white. White walls, big white rectangular table, white seats, white clock, white aircon, and a white fluorecent(probably spelt it wrong, but too lazy to care) light directly above. &lt;s&gt;it reminded me of the mental asylum, only with stuff inside the room&lt;/s&gt; The carpet was blue. May actually have to wear jacket next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given all the handouts for the entire lesson plan. whee! Curious about how sensei is going to approach it. First lesson was pronounciation of hiregana/katakana characters and recognizing borrowed english words and possible different meanings. I never knew about the "n" before b, p, m, and probably others I don't remember changing it's pronounciation to "m" thing. Assignment is to memorize how to introduce myself and common greetings. Good thing it's almost just like the LSGH class expressions! mwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning is &lt;s&gt;crashing&lt;/s&gt;driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khan and I watched Airdance today too. I met Rika's Iinchou for the first time. First reaction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's... pink.&lt;/i&gt; (To Rika): "That's yours, right?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-114408302999593071?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/114408302999593071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=114408302999593071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114408302999593071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114408302999593071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-class-and-i-came-5-minutes-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-114387157529298088</id><published>2006-03-31T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T22:09:18.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I joined two summer classes at once since they were in the same building. MWF, 9:00am - 11:00am, I'll be taking basic Nihonggo again, and at TThSaSu 10:30am - 1:30am, I'll be crashingdriving. If I get in a car accident, you'll probably know why. Probably will be out 6:00pm - 8:00pm every wednesday for the optional free lecture type driving class. That means I won't be able to stalkvisit everyone at Airdance on wednesdays unless in semi or very important cases. For 7:00am-8:30am, I'll probably be online d/ling, rping, chatting, commenting, and etc. Whee! I'll be doing something other than sleeping every morning! This also means that if we have a Shang day, I'll be arriving around 12:00 to 1:00 instead of the bright and early have-to-annoyingly-wait-in-line-for-shang-to-open-while-occasionally-pushing-people-down-the-mrt-station-stairs-when-I-get-too-bored 10:00am. ...I may have to stop making up uneccessarily long adjectives. Where did I pick up that habit from, anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-114387157529298088?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/114387157529298088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=114387157529298088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114387157529298088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114387157529298088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-joined-two-summer-classes-at-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-114380588411674012</id><published>2006-03-31T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T03:51:24.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to La Salle today and picked up the graduation pictures and alumni membership package. My parents gave me P200 for possible purchases needed, but I only used P100. I spotted teachers playing a basketball game. Even though I didn't know all the rules and didn't always follow what happened, it was entertaining watching them. Around this time, I lost the other P1900 I was carrying. Dunno exactly when. I just realized at one moment that I wasn't holding it anymore. &lt;pl&gt;&gt;:|&lt;/pl&gt; bah, kept looking and never found it. I never found that "last place I'd think of". Ms. Alfie caught me in the guidance office floor while I was confronting self hate and worries so I could settle them and be calm enough to concentrate on remembering where I left the thing. Calmed myself, Ms. Alfie tried to help after interrogating me why I was looking silly on the floor, but still never found the money. Spent 3 hours retracing and redoing what I did from when I last remembered having it. I never did find out what that "high school achievement form" requirement for DLSU was, and how to get it. I'm pathetic. and I rediscovered how irresponsible I can be on the same day I realized I haven't messed up for a long time now. My parents still don't know about the money, but they will.(because I'm an idiot and plan to tell them directly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This definitely isn't one of my good days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-114380588411674012?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/114380588411674012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=114380588411674012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114380588411674012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114380588411674012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/03/went-to-la-salle-today-and-picked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-114376677327970819</id><published>2006-03-30T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T16:59:33.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been more aware of what I dreamt. Before, I couldn't recall a dream at all when I wake up. I was lucky to just remember what the dream left me feeling. I remember now how irrational it seems, but how natural it feels during the dream itself. The scene, rhe environment, the people around, and the main plot of it can just suddenly, drastcally change. The change is completely different from what happened earlier, but the transition completely escapes my notice. It's fun to think about dreams again. Feels like a new discovery, though I know it is only a rediscovery. Today's dream contained the Island RP, Animorphs, me getting the better of stupid people, and writing comments on rocks. O.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-114376677327970819?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/114376677327970819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=114376677327970819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114376677327970819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114376677327970819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/03/lately-ive-been-more-aware-of-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-114376674880320626</id><published>2006-03-30T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T16:59:08.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog will LIIIIVE! LIVE, I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-114376674880320626?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/114376674880320626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=114376674880320626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114376674880320626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114376674880320626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-blog-will-liiiive-live-i-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-114203766922644340</id><published>2006-03-10T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T16:41:09.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lately, I've been posting on LJ. My poor neglected blog! ;_; I just keep finding myself go to LJ whenever I think of posting something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, the most I can do is post the same content here for now. I think I will make LJ my private blog afterall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-114203766922644340?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/114203766922644340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=114203766922644340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114203766922644340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114203766922644340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/03/lately-ive-been-posting-on-lj.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-114139358675384757</id><published>2006-03-03T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T05:46:26.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;*hugs internet* It's over! it's all finally over! The Exams are gone and I'm reunited with my favorite love: Internet. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I finished reading all the previous posts in my friend's LJ's too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and everyone's heads would explode for watching such a mess of a series, actually&lt;/span&gt;. I can't say it was dramatic, but it was painful. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;pl&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/pl&gt;I lost the inspiration mid-post. Might as well continue anyway. I'm not sure if it'll be any good beyond this point though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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. &lt;pl&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/pl&gt; I was almost late.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It feels SO good to be back online. I missed you, internet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-114139358675384757?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/114139358675384757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=114139358675384757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114139358675384757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114139358675384757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/03/hugs-internet-its-over-its-all-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-114073677316786114</id><published>2006-02-23T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T15:19:33.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I knew it. I bloody knew it. The announcement for no classes had to come after I bothered to wake up, prepared for school, and when my bus was already so close to school. &lt;pl&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/pl&gt; After doing a few things, I'm going back to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-114073677316786114?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/114073677316786114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=114073677316786114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114073677316786114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114073677316786114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-knew-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-114070036421115472</id><published>2006-02-23T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T05:12:44.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And, It has finally come. Next week are the final exams, and more or less the last of academics I'll see for High School. I'm half dreading and half excited for it. Should I actually study since it's the last time I'll have to? I guess I'll try what I can and put a bit more effort than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd post this later, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to go online for the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-114070036421115472?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/114070036421115472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=114070036421115472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114070036421115472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114070036421115472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-it-has-finally-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-114060897621404280</id><published>2006-02-22T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T03:49:36.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For me, cramming is usually an effective way to gather inspiration and willpower. Kinda like SDMs or last resort tactics in games. The problem is doing everything in the time I have left. Sometimes, sacrifices are needed to stretch cramming time. One of those times was last night, where I had to submit a Science project and thought I should submit a Social Science project the next day. (I found out the Social Science project was due at the 27th during class &lt;pl&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/pl&gt;) Thus, I ended up finishing everything by 3:00 AM today. Note that my school day morning routine requires me to be up by 4:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I got the fatigue induced headache that's been bothering me for the entire day. Simply closing my eyes was enough to lull me into a close-to-sleeping state. In an attempt to play Battleship, I learnt how unaware fatigue made me. Markers I don't remember putting, markers in random positions I never called out, and losing too easily. Suprisingly, I had no problem keeping myself up during class. Except for Filipino. I was done failing in my Talumpati recital, so all we had to do was watch others recite theirs. Being in the front row and having my filipino watching from the back of the classroom made sleeping too tempting. Granted, I only got a few minutes of sleep at a time, but it alleviated(hehe, Word Power term) my headache enough. Even when she called out those that were sleeping, I was never mentioned. Like I had expected since this morning, the day dragged though slowly at a snail's pace to the negative 10th power.(gah, school expressions! I really AM tired.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now that I'm home, I just can't seem to sleep despite how tired I am. Having nothing else to do, I decided to state an uninteresting chapter of my life here and waste a few minutes of every reader's time. I should have ranted more about cramming and fatigue like I originally planned when I started typing this. How it ended up telling a boring story of a boring event of my life, I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was originally planning to put this post here. How I ended up typing it in LJ and not noticing until I finished is a mystery to me. O.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-114060897621404280?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/114060897621404280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=114060897621404280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114060897621404280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114060897621404280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-me-cramming-is-usually-effective.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-114035246283157319</id><published>2006-02-19T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T07:00:42.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And... even more pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v433/orochi_raziel/EigaSai2006040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v433/orochi_raziel/EigaSai2006040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back of evil... (horizontally, for photobucket rotate didn't work on this one either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v433/orochi_raziel/EigaSai2006070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v433/orochi_raziel/EigaSai2006070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanctuary from torture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v433/orochi_raziel/EigaSai2006085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v433/orochi_raziel/EigaSai2006085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only looks like an innocent group shot! Rika is performing an unknown jutsu! Ueno does Hebi Tsukai(spelling?)! Rune is... summoning something? Kang is ... plotting! yeah, plotting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other pictures can be found in &lt;a href="http://gforcex.blogspot.com/"&gt;G Force X&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://orochi_raziel.livejournal.com/"&gt;my LJ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-114035246283157319?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/114035246283157319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=114035246283157319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114035246283157319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114035246283157319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/02/and.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-114033829912097766</id><published>2006-02-19T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T00:38:19.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whee, today was a fun day. 10 hours out of the house and with friends. Time well spent, I must say. Great schedule you made, Rika. We never strayed far from it. -_^b(not sure how that smiley looks to others, but it's supposed to be winking and a thumb up) I would have arrived at ten, but I was waiting for my jacket to dry. I needed the extra pocket space. Despite going out of my way for my jacket, I ended up bringing a bag anyway. *sigh* Well, I won't state the usual routine at Shang anymore. If you don't know it, you'll have to settle with what happened out of the usual. I never noticed the Mario Kart machine before. -_-a Played two games against R2. Thunder Stick roXXorz!XD Air Hockey table is gone. aww. As more of us arrived, I kept switching from one to the other. Me time consisted of SvC Chaos and Guitar Freaks. I sometimes joined Wasabi in watching people enter from the MRT waiting for Saku, Kang, and Rika. Played Mario Kart against R2. Watched Liu play from behind and sometimes tried my hand at Tekken against Liu. I only won two mercy rounds and 1 round via cheap shots. I basically just watched Jake play from behind. When Kang and Rika arrived, I'd sometimes just listen to them from behind. Saku arrived last, so we left Power Station as soon as he arrived. O.o I somehow like being behind for a reason currently unknown to me. R2 treated us to California Pizza Kitchen. ^_^ 5(I think) different kinds of Pizzas and bottomless drinks! While waiting, everyone started off by getting something to read, but eventually just talked. Through so many years, I couldn't stomach too many vegetables. After several tries, I discovered that I didn't mind the taste, if not liked it. What my subconcious hated was the combination of the crunch and the texture of vegetables, it seems. I believe I can blame it to dread from past experiences. Gah, this is the kind of thing kids get over when they reach 8. Why do I still have the problem? I still enjoy pizza with vegetables, for as long as vegetable toppings are spread out enough. R2 was very hesitant to go to Podium after. ^_^; He knew his fate there all too well. Jake and Saku went there ahead. Both of them keep seperating from the rest of us alot. ¬_¬ hehe. The binding force that kept everyone inside the Karaoke room has weakened, and most were able to just leave upon whim. Aww, not enough tortured screams this time around. I had round two at singing Real Emotion upon request. Built a pillow fort. Played with Nigel and took a lot of pictures(which I'd be using to experiment with what I learnt from Photoshop tutorials). I can't seem to get through a karaoke session without a pillow fight. ^_^; Ueno made a suprise visit. O.o I really never expected that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*twitch* 3 attempts at going to the escalator going at the opposite way were all foiled. We oogled at Toy Kingdom's displayes and I got a few more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magnetic pull was too strong for us to resist going to Comic Alley and Comic Quest. We stared at more stuff there. It was when we were at Comic Alley at this time when R2 and his soon to be secretary saw each other eye-to-eye. Keki! Keki! Sore wa keki! We stopped by the food court for dinner and cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Shang soon enough and got to watch Water Boys. I was dreading a romance, but it was fun! Very fun! ^_^ I have to remember to look for a CD of it so I can watch it again and again. Though I'd like to have gone to the J-Pop Convention too, it and Eiga Sai were more or less at the same time. I enjoyed Water Boys too much to regret not going to the convention instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, I haven't used a certain narrative style for a long time. I'll make another one about this for LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be putting up different pictures for Cramped Abyss, GForceX, and LJ to give a reason to visit all. kekeke, I'm evil to the lazy ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t make up my mind whether to use online names or real names. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m kinda worried about something that happened. Hope everything turns out alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-114033829912097766?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/114033829912097766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=114033829912097766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114033829912097766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/114033829912097766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/02/whee-today-was-fun-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-113897515856681942</id><published>2006-02-03T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T05:59:18.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lessons learned....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in Half Life:&lt;br /&gt;- camping around the gluon gun gives many kill oppertunities! 8D&lt;br /&gt;- when locked out of the base and the bomb is going to blow, kill yourself with the rocket launcher!&lt;br /&gt;- stay away from The Open Area&lt;br /&gt;- picking away at someone's life with the default pistol pays off when you respawn in the same area to finish them off!&lt;br /&gt;- Rocket launcher make people go boom!&lt;br /&gt;- stay away from crossbows&lt;br /&gt;- people in AFK are easy kills&lt;br /&gt;- I can make myself invisible in Half Life. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Toy Kingdom:&lt;br /&gt;- never leave Artoo alone near anything with wheels&lt;br /&gt;- bring a videocam the next time Artoo is left alone anything with wheels&lt;br /&gt;- Artoo curses loudly in the presence of children far too young to hear such things&lt;br /&gt;- Artoo curses after the crash, not before.&lt;br /&gt;- Those shelves must have been painful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Shang:&lt;br /&gt;- Powercard runs out faster recently&lt;br /&gt;- I'm addicted to a game that involves doing an action when the bar reaches a specific position...&lt;br /&gt;- I really appreciate the free water in the food court there&lt;br /&gt;- take soup in small gulps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Assumption Fair:&lt;br /&gt;- Place gets more restricted and limited every year&lt;br /&gt;- still boring&lt;br /&gt;- they got rid of any partially interesting stands the had last year.&lt;br /&gt;- it's a place to meet up with people I don't see very often. I saw Tito(from grade school) O.o&lt;br /&gt;- food seems overpriced...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home:&lt;br /&gt;- If satisfied with the default admin account in Windows, don't bother making a new one.&lt;br /&gt;- Post fast, while the memory is still clear and the inspiration still hot&lt;br /&gt;- Inspiration leaves too quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I learned today! More details on Artoo's accident next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-113897515856681942?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/113897515856681942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=113897515856681942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113897515856681942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113897515856681942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/02/lessons-learned.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-113708087497797299</id><published>2006-01-12T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T07:47:55.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all, THIS IS POST 100! w00t! Even a lazy blogger like me can reach a post number as high as this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S OVER! OVER, I tell you! OVER! THE EXAMS ARE OVER! FINISHED! DONE! ACCOMPLISHED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do Dragon Blade in Guitar Freaks now! :D MWAHAHAHAHA! Next, I shall aim for... for... hmm, I don't have a new target song. Yet. *searching for Guitar Freaks V song list*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling the Filipino play won't go well. After all, I have an acting role. That alone is bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, I got Morning Musume videos and... that episode. I can't recall what the title was at the moment. Thanks, Jake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something to rant about... gah, you'd think I'd have something special for a 100th post. No new layout. No entertaining idea. I know! I shall rely on You Tube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N0biZwRzFOY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N0biZwRzFOY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video was begging to be put up here. I... I couldn't help myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wvv3wkEO3k0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wvv3wkEO3k0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of the Rival Schools' endings, I think. Nothing very hilarious, but a great chuckle anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D-_CVXPmeNg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D-_CVXPmeNg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehehehe, yaiba opening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-113708087497797299?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/113708087497797299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=113708087497797299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113708087497797299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113708087497797299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-of-all-this-is-post-100-w00t.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-113663631229857818</id><published>2006-01-07T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T04:22:14.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up early and reached school at 8:00 only to find out that my class' Filipino rehearsal was cancelled. I had to wait until 10:00 to get picked up by a classmate for the Math project recording. If I didn't loathe the Pinoy Big Brother theme enough before, I sure do now. Listening to that song 12 times in a row to remember the "tune" and being forced to sing it out loud is not healthy for my sanity. Neither is it for my insanity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took around 1 and a half to 2 hours to walk from my classmate's home all the way to Shang. At that time, I spent about 30 minutes dodging cigarette smoke from my classmates until it dispersed enough in the atmosphere. I loathe this day. I loathe that Big Brother song infinite times more than I hate this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good I can find in this day is the almost chilled free water in Shang quenching my desperate thirst. That, and Power Station, at least. To my displeasure, I passed and saw one of those fat bearded crossdressing men on my way up to Power Station. He had tight clothing, a wig, a hairband, and lipstick. The image isn't as bad as the Faye Valentine and Sailor Moon cosplayers, but it still made my mind scream in agony. I'm tired. I'm sleepy. My feet ache. My parents want me to s... stu... to recall previous knowledge from the current quarter at sch... sch... THAT place. I hate that Pinoy Big Brother theme... and this day. I'm not even supposed to be online today. I just had to find a way to bring up my mood. I also need to get THAT song out of my head. "Pipiru Piru Piru Pipiru Pi..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are next week. DOOM! Maybe if I prepare for it, that week wouldn't be suicide... nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes for: a song to replace the one in my head&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Bokusatsu Tenshi Dokuro-chan&lt;br /&gt;# of times I plan on putting the wish&amp;song thing in Cramped Abyss: This time only&lt;br /&gt;Today's casualities: My ears and feet&lt;br /&gt;# of glasses of water drank in Shang: 6&lt;br /&gt;dreading: exams&lt;br /&gt;time took to convince myself to open my Science notebook: 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;time I took attempting to start reading my science notebook: 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;time I took reading it: 1 minute&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-113663631229857818?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/113663631229857818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=113663631229857818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113663631229857818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113663631229857818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-woke-up-early-and-reached-school-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-113629189047984254</id><published>2006-01-03T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T04:38:10.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well tommorow is THAT day. I've stayed up past curfew yesterday, Treated myself to a trip to Fully Booked and PowerStation today, and stayed online for as long as I possibly could. Even though, nothing I do now can prepare me for tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas break is the calm before the storm. Tommorow is the storm before the Catastrophe. Next week is the Catastrophe before the Apocalypse. Report Card day is the Apocalypse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-113629189047984254?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/113629189047984254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=113629189047984254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113629189047984254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113629189047984254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/01/well-tommorow-is-that-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-113620933287299413</id><published>2006-01-02T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T05:42:12.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sigh* I wasted the entire break without doing anything productive, and now I realize how close school is. It was great while it lasted, but I wish it lasted longer. Didn't Christmas breaks end around the 14-15th last time? I want summer vacation. That, or at least skip all the way to the graduation practices. I don't want to deal with academics right now. Especially while I'm on this odd condition with the weirdest symptoms. I believe it's some mentally based sickness I'm bringing upon myself. Stupid "mind over matter". The coming of school never affected me so badly. I need to engage in some highly addicting game to get my mind off these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown to doom: 1 more day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-113620933287299413?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/113620933287299413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=113620933287299413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113620933287299413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113620933287299413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2006/01/sigh-i-wasted-entire-break-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-113560565207189922</id><published>2005-12-26T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:33:03.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Glee! I got Power Rangers the Movie, Forever Red, and Rex Navarrete's Husky Boy! whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do songs in the 20's in Guitar Freaks! It's NEW!!! It's NEW!!! They replaced Guitar Freaks 10th(or was it 11th?) with GUITAR FREAKS V!!!! IT'S NEW!!!!! IT'S NEEEEEEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! New screens! New songs! New menus! New SONGS!!!! IT'S NEW!!!!! It has E-mail me! It has BeForU song, Scenario! It has... new fun sounding songs! It has new Songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* now that that's do- I have Power Rangers The Movie!! POWER RANGERS!! I have Forever Red!! POWER RANGERS!! SENTAI!! POOOWWEEEERR RAAAANGEEEERSSSSSZZZ!!!! SENTAAAAAAAAIIIIIIII!!!&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* now that that's really done, time for me to state what has happened today. *clears throat* NEEEEEEWWWWWW!!!! -_- I should stop that already. Anyway, I shall now state what has happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R2 was treating for lunch! Plus the fact that he's now loaded with Christmas money! How could I refuse his request to go on this little get together? I was already at Shang by 9:50. I actually had to wait for it to open. This almost never happens to me. Even though I slept at 12, I woke up at 6:00 without any help from external forces. O.o I usually wake up MUCH later. I was the first to Power Station, hehe. That was the first time I noticed the new guitar freaks machine.(NEEEE- *ahem*) Of course I tried the new songs first! What point is the upgrade if I don't enjoy the new features?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liu came after I finished the first song I was playing. R2 came when I was playing it again with Liu. Jake came when I was playing Initial D. and etcetera. Liu and I decided to play 1 more game when R2 and Jake decided to go off to Podium. What a great decision that turned out to be! We met Rika when we were about to leave and waited for Khan. We played more, I gave further proof that I was not meant to dance and found out I still cannot play Khan's selection of songs. We went to Powerbooks and oogled at the books. Liu mentioned buying Yaoi in SM. This turned out to be his downfall as we constantly teased him about this throughout the day. Obtaining Kang's number and several messages and delays after, we went off to Podium and told Kang to go there. I did tell them that R2 was pissed off and wanted us to go there already! It's just that... my words were steathy! Yes! Very stealthy! It passed their ears unnoticed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we made it to Power Station, R2 went down to find us. It took a while before he found out. and yelled at us. and make a fool out of himself. We ate lunch at... umm, I'll leave that detail for others to mention. I didn't forget! That moment was filled with green jokes, left and right. It's suprising that you can find something perverted in about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karaoke room was... painful... and fun... yet painful. More painful for R2 than anyone else. He's the one who brought us to the Karaoke room and paid for the songs, even. He IS a masochist. We discovered the fun of playing with volume. Very suggestive songs were sung by Liu and Khan. Pillow fights every while. Kicking Artoo constantly from time to time. *sob* Kang, Rika and Khan sitting on me while artoo and Khan tied my shoelaces. The pillow that came with them saved my life. No rib-poking that time. I even sang once. It must have been painful for those that had to listen. Kang even got me to dance. Khan and Jake went out once in a while to play tennis. I tried it but still don't get how to play properly. In between song, we just said and impersonated random things. Too bad rika had to leave so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed long enough that R2 was still able to treat us to dinner. Don't you love free food? I do! At Shang, I got those 3 CDs. Those 3 wonderful CDs. Those 3 lovable CDs. Those 3 CDs that are now mine. Preciousssss... We separated at around 7:00. I remember Khan saying that they had to get something, but I do not recall. MRT experience this time was suprisingly... not tight. I think that covers about most of what we did. What happened in R2's and Jake's side while they were waiting will most probably be told by R2 later. I could go on to what happened after until this loops several times, but that would be a waste of space, wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW!!!!!! Sorry, I couldn't resist 1 more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-113560565207189922?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/113560565207189922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=113560565207189922' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113560565207189922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113560565207189922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/12/glee-i-got-power-rangers-movie-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-113542259173286787</id><published>2005-12-24T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T03:09:51.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas and Happy givemoneytoseanday to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the influence of the force, I shall make everyone exchange gifts and/or do christmas-y things and eat food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-113542259173286787?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/113542259173286787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=113542259173286787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113542259173286787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113542259173286787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-and-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-113524826172267675</id><published>2005-12-22T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T03:22:26.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, my last day of community service. I got my chance to do what I should have finished earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals:&lt;br /&gt;- obtain signed green document from La Salle&lt;br /&gt;- obtain permission to go to Shangri-La&lt;br /&gt;- obtain Genshiken Vol. 2 for Benji&lt;br /&gt;- find way to Power Station at Podium(I have to be able to go there alone for me to believe that I know the way there)&lt;br /&gt;- estimate time required to reach Power Station at Podium&lt;br /&gt;- go home by 5:30 to be able to watch King Kong with family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 10, I gave the unsigned green document from La Salle. It took me until 3:50 to call to see if it was time and to obtain the signed green document from La Salle. I had an hour and a half to get Genshiken and to confirm the way to Power Station at Podium. I found out Powerbooks at Shang only had 1 copy of Genshiken vol. 1 left. I gave up searching for it by 4:05 or so. I began my speedrun(more accurately, undistracted walk, but I sacrificed accuracy for familiarity of terms) and quickly found my way to Podium's PowerStation. About 15 minutes from top floor of Shang to Power Station of Podium. Scanned for any games noteworthy for when I have to go there. Since I don't recall much besides the Time Crisis and Air Hockey table, I guess there wasn't much. I couldn't see it very well from the entrance, but I saw movement inside the Karaoke room. Didn't think that detail would be important until later on. Took 20 minutes going to the Shaw MRT from Power Station. So travel time - side trips - distractions = 15 to 20 minutes. I rang the doorbell of my house at exactly 5:30, according to my watch. I rushed all the way back and didn't bother checking other bookstores for Genshiken vol. 2 only to find that my dad was going to arrive late and I could have wasted another hour. Now, I type this post. After reading through comments of known Live Journals and checking the what day of the week it is, I realized what that movement I saw in the Karaoke room was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always Fully Booked. I remember seeing a lot of copies of vol. 2 Genshiken there. I just have to remember to bring just the right amount of cash. If I bring more than P1000, I just might- Augh, money... losing... CONTROL!! *buys Batman Manual/any martial art tutorial book/Dilbert/Calvin and Hobes/etc.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-113524826172267675?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/113524826172267675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=113524826172267675' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113524826172267675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113524826172267675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/12/finally-my-last-day-of-community.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-113523519207613109</id><published>2005-12-21T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T23:06:32.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever since I discovered Youtube.com thanks to Kang's post in &lt;a href="http://gforcex.blogspot.com"&gt;Liu's blog&lt;/a&gt;, I've been browsing through the videoes. I just happen to enjoy this particular tribute to sentai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HnkjJYmf3mw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-113523519207613109?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/113523519207613109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=113523519207613109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113523519207613109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113523519207613109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/12/ever-since-i-discovered-youtube.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-113499171454871527</id><published>2005-12-19T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T03:57:49.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since people wanted to recall it, and newer people wanted to see it, I dig up the Beowulf summary from my blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beowulf tried to invade Grendel's mother's home but failed because he couldn't scale the vaseline covered smooth marble walls. He tried to fight off the guards of the lair but the old men's ramblings were too long and boring. Beowulf was forced to surrender. He worked as the sea hag's lap dancer for 7 years until the rat kings attacked the lair and saved Beowulf. During the journey back, the rat kings taught Beowulf the secrets of toilet flushing. That night, Beowulf backstabbed the rat kings. He defeated all of them with a Knights of The Round materia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, he found himself near the cave of the Hamhams united. At the entrance, he met Bilbo Baggins who gave him The One Ring. He put the ring on and was about to enter the cave until he saw the Ring wraiths. The Ring wraiths then proceeded to stab him with really pointy knives that burn with the evil of a 1000 hells. Harry Potter then came and saw Beowulf's corpse. He pilfered all of Beowulf's belongings including The One Ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years later, Harry ruled the muggle world with an iron fist. With him was his wife, Sauron and the dancing bananna.After a few more years of listening to the song that never ends, a rebellion was raised. The group was called "Krusty Boxers". There were about 100 people and 5 influencial leaders above them. The leaders were called the "Meaty-Cheesy Rangers". They invaded Harry's heavily armed fortress with large highly advanced mechas and handheld BFGs. During the attack, they suffered great losses. Their only accomplishment of leaking on a tree at the front yard was not enough for them. There were only 10 left including the Meaty-Cheesy Rangers. Their funds were only enough to buy earmuffs and toothpicks for each member. With their advanced skills of eye-poking, toothpick flinging and retrieving, and farting at will, the Crusty Boxers ended Harry's reign. Shortly after their victory, Darth Vader blew up the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: Never leave a platypus alone inside a freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be online for tommorow. My parents decided its about time I started my "community service". As you might notice, I updated my links. I guess you can say I expanded to Live Journal as well. Who can find the link to it in this blog, though?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-113499171454871527?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/113499171454871527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=113499171454871527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113499171454871527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113499171454871527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/12/since-people-wanted-to-recall-it-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-113498074366954315</id><published>2005-12-18T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T00:25:43.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who would have known we'd spend most of our time at a karaoke room that day?&lt;br /&gt;There was the convention, with it's sale on series and OVAs, toys and figures to stare at, People dubbing anime badly(mostly on purpose), band playing classical songs(Mario Theme!), and cosplay parade(which we didn't stay for). Got a few clear shots of some cosplayers posing and others not noticing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also Powerstation, with its collection of games. I don't see anything great in a karaoke, but enjoyed the time there nevertheless. After  all, there was J-Pop! Thanks to Kang and Rika(who spent so much time picking songs) and Artoo(who decided we didn't suffer enough and gave them 4 more songs), we stayed there for at LEAST 2 hours. What happened there? Random picture taking, R2 in a fetal position, maiming Jake, pillow fight, lots and lots of pictures(contrary to Liu's post in his blog(which finally revived), not all pictures were of Rika and Kang), the blinding of all men in the room in courtesy of Rika's drawing on my sketchpad, making and waving of Help Me signs, and of course, Rika and Kang singing. There was never a moment of silence in the room. Silence was greatly missed. andartoosawjake'saddress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should bring new people more often. Even though they lost the coin toss, Jake still fed us for free since it was his first time meeting Kang and Rika. An interesting revelation discovered about those of us present that day. It was Jake's first time treating Rika and Kang, 2nd time treating Artoo, 3rd time treating Liu, and 4th time treating me. So who's first is it going to be next time? As usual, this was the point of random conversation. I remember origami was talked about at some point. That and Home Economics/Management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRT was tight, as always. Couldn't move my feet side to side, and I couldn't raise them far enough. Stupid backpacks. I had to bend backwards the entire trip and rely on friction for balance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-113498074366954315?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/113498074366954315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=113498074366954315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113498074366954315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113498074366954315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/12/who-would-have-known-wed-spend-most-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-113429696129667348</id><published>2005-12-11T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T02:29:21.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Glee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right click here, right now!&lt;br /&gt;hehehe, I just wanted to test something. I'll most probably remove it on my next update. I kinda feel bad for not asking for some reason. -_-a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-113429696129667348?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/113429696129667348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=113429696129667348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113429696129667348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113429696129667348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/12/glee-right-click-here-right-now-hehehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-113378929200062252</id><published>2005-12-05T05:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T03:42:10.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, the curses of my life. One that I have fallen victim to the most was my birthday curse. If I let my guard down, becoming too carefree or too secure, I do something stupid and fate stabs me on the back. Somehow manipulating events where my mistake which would normally have minimal punishment would amplify, converting all possible joy I could have had into misery. Most of the family scolding and judging me, as if I did it on purpose, as if they were immune to making mistakes. One thing I admire about fate, It makes the situation bad, but makes it seem controllable, as if I could have avoided it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I found a way to avoid it from happening. I've known and used it in these last few years. Keeping event during my birthday to a minimum, giving fate less chances of pulling a big one on me. Possibly staying home, doing nothing out of the ordinary. The gifts are enough, after all. I would only allow myself to enjoy my birthday the day before, or the day after. Never on the day itself. So far, it has worked, and I shall repeat the same thing for this birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are quite a few "curses" I have. things that keep happening with the right conditions met. The rain curse, the curse that summons rain when I forget or don't bring a jacket and keeps the day as warm and dry as possible. Somehow developing the habit of bringing it almost everyday has weakened this curse severely and now rains as randomly as it should. I still shouldn't let my guard down yet, though. There are times when it seems to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The report card day curse. No matter how high my grades are, something happens, wheather I caused it or not and I get punished by my parents, if the event didn't punish me enough. This stupid curse discouraged me from trying to get grades higher than average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet curse. On the worst possible time, I would get disconnected, if I could connect in the first place. Projects that I need to research on the internet are undone because of this. Free days are wasted because of this. I was delayed from playing RO when it first came out for several days because of this. I missed several one day only specials in the internet because of this. Not to mention that I’m a constant victim of Murphy’s law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more curses, many more. It’s just that they’re minor curses. By minor curses, I mean they don’t instantly come into mind when I decided to list the curses in my life that I have experienced. I have avoided triggering the Birthday curse so far, but I have been suffering from the internet curse since Saturday. Another long weekend wasted because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I may step into your trap, but I won't be kind enough to trigger it." - Kuraii(original character)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{}}{{}}{{}}{{}}{{}}{{}}{{}}{{}}{{}}{{}}{{}}{{}}{{}}{{}}{{}}{{}}{{}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURSE YOU INTERNET CURSE!!!! This was made on December 5, sometime around 5:30 on blogspot, and after many failures to post, saved on Microsoft Word. Whenever I’ll post this, I won’t bother editing because I’d probably be too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: ok, after I succeeded in posting this, the failed attempts suddenly appeared. To have accuracy on the time when the post was typed, I deleted every other "clone post" and edited the first failed attempt to show the complete version of the post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-113378929200062252?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/113378929200062252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=113378929200062252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113378929200062252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113378929200062252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/12/ah-curses-of-my-life_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-113358712890545998</id><published>2005-12-02T19:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T21:18:48.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Intrams day was great, and I'm not talking about sports. large supply of food and drinks, a TV(not portable), a PS2(regular size), and Jake's computer, as in monitor, CPU, mouse, and keyboard just for us benchwarmers... and some players. Too bad we couldn't stay in the study hall. Too much sun, and scarce cold air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to &lt;a href="http://arcadedrifter.blogspot.com"&gt;Khan's&lt;/a&gt; list of things we watched on Jake's computer,(too lazy to type in what someone already bothered to do) we watched the Gundam Evolve(Gundam going through Tai Chi stances) and everyone else enjoyed Jake's "cosplay" pictures. Hardly recognized any of them. Bleh. I think most of them were just imitating common anime stereotypes rather than imitating specific characters. I don't think Khan missed anything in games played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my sketchpad just in case I fall into boredom. I actually used it during reccess. or was it lunch? I don't remember. Khan took it and we eventually started the Kirby-Smiler war. Which evolved to the Kirby-Smiler-Poring war when Liu joined. and became the Kirby-Smiler-Poring war with another kind of smiler spectating when Benji joined. Random silliness including socks, the Deathstar, erasers, pokeballs, and the Pikachu-rocket. I can't even remember who won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I didn't join any sport, I still felt too tired to commute home. I ended up joining R2 and Yang to play RO and Warcraft. Too bad not much happened there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, after repeating my daily trek around the dungeon I call school, I... I mean, after school the next day I responded to the call of the assembly of slackers... I mean I met the usual group(which I'm going to call The Table since its easier, regardless of the fact that I'm ripping off Khan.) so we could go off to Shang. Since a fraction of the table had to enter their strongholds... I mean return home by their scheduled pick-ups, only Jake, Khan, Artoo, Liu, and I were left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing too, since there was limited space in our assembled mecha- I mean limited space in Jake's car. My ribs were repeatedly stabbed by the cursed jagged knife of punishment... I mean were stabbed by Khan's very sharp hip bone, and struggling to escape the Force Choke... I mean struggling to breath, and unable to move my petrified arm... I mean put my arm down due to lack of space and limited capacity of joints. Imagine the draining blood there. As if that wasn't bad enough, the several blows of poison gas... I mean farts in courtesy of R2(smell it once, and you're sure to get nightmares about it), Khan(he was SITTING ON my lap, meaning I get the largest dosage of it), and I(vengance!). I could easily imagine us all falling off when the doors open since neither of us at the sides could reach the door handle. Evil Jake, since he was at the front, he was spared from suffering. At least the gas attack got to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shang. R2 attempted Guitar Freaks, or should I say, "guitar abnormal man"? Jake and Khan at Tekken. Lost gloriously at Initial D(no one can lose better than I can!). Found out the power I use in punches are consistent. 415? 515? didn't remember what it was. For once, failed to make a fool out of myself in DanceMania(doesn't mean I didn't suck though). and I finally found out the effect of not restricting myself with my jacket and watch in Air Hockey against R2. scores of Me:R2 were, 7:2, 3:7(I think. can't recall properly), and 4:5(time ran out, before I shot my next goal. It could have been 5:5). I had an idea what would happen without my watch and jacket on, but this result seemed better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a site to download the first 25 episodes of Aburangers. Seems ok so far, too bad it takes 30+ minutes to download.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-113358712890545998?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/113358712890545998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=113358712890545998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113358712890545998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113358712890545998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/12/intrams-day-was-great-and-im-not_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-113317006286308667</id><published>2005-11-28T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T01:27:43.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>might as well do a few quizzes as well. haven't been doing those recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#e6e6fa;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: December 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have many talents, and you are great at sharing those talents with others.&lt;br /&gt;Most people would be jealous of your clever intellect, but you're just too likeable to elicit jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;Progressive and original, you're usually thinking up cutting edge ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Quick witted and fast thinking, you have difficulty finding new challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your superhuman brainpower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Your susceptibility to boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Tangerine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Ace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Aurilite (priestess of the goddess of ice)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/ST/STA/starlette787/1130373997_esAurilite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your French name is&lt;br /&gt;~Congele~&lt;br /&gt;which means 'frozen'.&lt;br /&gt;People like to call you antisocial and mean, but&lt;br /&gt;you really just like to be alone. Although they&lt;br /&gt;don't realize that, just like everybody else,&lt;br /&gt;all you want is to be accepted. But since no&lt;br /&gt;one sees this, you like the company of you and&lt;br /&gt;you alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/starlette787/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20French%20name?/"&gt;What is your French name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose... s/he's right about the people thinking I'm anti-social and mean part, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="24225" src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SI/SIM/simbalolo/1128842503_skittysnow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the shy Friend! You like to be around&lt;br /&gt;people but, sometimes find it hard because you&lt;br /&gt;are shy. Everyone knows your a sweet and level&lt;br /&gt;headed person and wants to be around you&lt;br /&gt;because you give a sweet vibe. Friends are not&lt;br /&gt;your top priority though, you like to walk your&lt;br /&gt;pets or go on a walk or update your site to&lt;br /&gt;occupy yourself and don't need to socialize to&lt;br /&gt;make your life complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/simbalolo/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20friend%20are%20you????"&gt;What type of friend are you???? ( Beautiful pics)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this quiz sounds so familiar... did I take this before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8ed2450)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/WA/WAM/Wampiry/1132319011_e20Souffle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're crazy! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Now, if the world had more people like you, we'd be&lt;br /&gt;cultivating chocolate and the ozone would be a&lt;br /&gt;thing of the past.&lt;br /&gt;^_^ Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Wampiry/quizzes/Insanity%20Test/"&gt;Insanity Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confirming what I knew a long time ago. Keep in mind that I answered all questions seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're....uhhh... I have no idea what the hell you&lt;br /&gt;are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/BrainFreeze21/quizzes/What%20store%20are%20you?/"&gt;What store are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad that I'm not suprised when I get these results, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHAHAHA! fresh batch of quizzes! None of them stolen! (except for that one, and that one...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-113317006286308667?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/113317006286308667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=113317006286308667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113317006286308667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113317006286308667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/11/might-as-well-do-few-quizzes-as-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-113316691436901636</id><published>2005-11-28T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T00:35:14.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>with nothing else to post, I shall translate my last post to babelfish language:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate these communities service conference. The stupid long form will suit in any book or the folder and can't will be is folded. Has so the phenomenon short bond. I am quite firmly the content can suit. Quotes my Philippine teacher (not to be accurate, uses English with the translation because of my canned food. ): "these are the ticket is play tommorow. We are the short 14 tickets. These present will have to arrive their ticket to obtain them to dismiss. Who "because she too was lazy down to cannot inspect to pay and who not to have, she has distributed the ticket by columns (Mr./Mrs. which telephone row, but I resisted 絕 to follow them for grammar). Where did she in one side start to sit the room in addition in me from, meant I was in 2 pair of final columns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the normal 5 each column, 9 each row arrangement except has 4 in the column final column, she will be able to stop in 4 later to 後列. These few times middle when I carelessly solve the equality and obtain it to be correct must then be. I am in fact happy if its excuse me from must watch the play, but it sadly does not have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher has a time of conference not to be able to wait for after the dismissal. Must seize the bus. Her shortcoming does not give me for at that time the ticket. The bus leaves in any event I. They certainly forgot that, I disband in 3:40. Peak shoulder it. Goes to Shang. Now I knew my knee is foot 夠 reliable again scrutinization these kind of travel. I am extremely happy. The stupid people reserve turn in the guitar abnormal person. Stupid I do not do same or do not adopt their wheel when goes for the fast-food or among other games. The newcomer which frightens from is reserved the wheel. Has not had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can the present make speed 4.0. Completes Luvly merrily goes to the circle. Nearly completes breakdown. Discovered I will be able to complete the basic 17-18 song so long as I always will survive "red point" (there to select me to lose in any these songs place. So far has not nearly survived they. How rapid exchange pair) needs to learn. I love SC3. Talim is cheap. Siegfried pleasure. Mitsurugi is annoying. Needs Hwang. Needs Sophitia. Suprised in sees Amy (Raphael "child") to perplex me at in these bonuses battle middle. Suprised is seeing the amy is possibly the right performance. Had discovered explains useful (not because any it teaches, though. Completes each project and sees any me by a character to mean). Must stop discussing is not correct in fragment gramatically. Must run this post to pass Babelfish. Possibly in seperate post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wrongfully taken out of context in some sentences in the last paragraph. O.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-113316691436901636?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/113316691436901636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=113316691436901636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113316691436901636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113316691436901636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/11/with-nothing-else-to-post-i-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-113379012782727104</id><published>2005-11-16T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T05:42:08.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, the curses of my life. My rain curse, My take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/172/8663/640/DSCF1624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/172/8663/200/DSCF1624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, due to a couple negative comments, I took out my observation.  It was just meant as a joke, no offense to the construction company was meant.  And just because I say something, don't relate it to all Americans, that's just as bad as judging all Arabs on a select few.  I speak for myself, not all of America.  Relax.&lt;br /&gt;ericans, that's just as bad as judging all Arabs on a select few.  I speak for myself, not all of America.  Relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-113379012782727104?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/113379012782727104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=113379012782727104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113379012782727104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113379012782727104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/11/ah-curses-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-113171563963292213</id><published>2005-11-11T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T05:27:19.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate those community service meetings. Stupid long-forms-that-won't-fit-in-any-book-or-folder-and-can't-be-folded. There IS such thing as short bond. I'm pretty sure the contents can fit in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting my Filipino teacher(not exact, and translated in English because I can.) :&lt;br /&gt;"These are the tickets for the play tommorow. We're short 14 tickets. Those that don't get their tickets now will get theirs in dismissal."&lt;br /&gt;Since she was too lazy to check who paid and who didn't, she distributed the tickets by columns(which teachers call rows, but I refuse to follow them for the sake of grammar). She started at the other end of the room from where I'm seated, meaning I was at the 2nd to the last column. With the normal 5 per column, 9 per row arrangement except for the last column which had 4 in a column, she would stop right after the 4th to the last row. One of those few times when I carelessly solve an equation and get it right HAD to be then. I'd actually be happy if it would excuse me from having to watch the play, but sadly it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers had a meeting after dismissal. couldn't wait. Had to catch bus. Her fault for not giving me a ticket back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus left me anyway. They must have forgotten that I'm dismissed on 3:40. Shrugged it off. Went to Shang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know my knee is reliable enough to go through these kinds of trips again. Me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid people reserving turns at Guitar Freaks. Stupid me not doing the same or taking their turn while the went off for a snack or in the middle of another game. Scared newcomers from reserving turns. Didn't have to do much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do speed 4.0 now. Finished Luvly Merry-Go-Round. ALMOST finished Breakdown. Discovered I can finish Basic 17-18 songs as long as I survive the "red point"(there's always a point where I'm about to lose in any of those songs. Barely survived them so far.) Need to learn how to switch doubles quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love SC3. Talim cheap. Siegfried fun. Mitsurugi annoying. Need Hwang. Need Sophitia. Suprised at seeing Amy(Raphael's "child") beat me in one of those bonus battles. Suprised at seeing Amy possibly being playable. Found Tutorial useful(not because of what it teaches, though. Finish every single item with one character and see what I mean.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must stop talking in fragments. gramatically incorrect. Must run this post through Babelfish. Maybe in seperate post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-113171563963292213?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/113171563963292213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=113171563963292213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113171563963292213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113171563963292213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-hate-those-community-service.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-113092297341403141</id><published>2005-11-02T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T04:55:44.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/brain.cgi?Orochi%20Raziel"&gt;HENTAI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: hmm... just trying a little experiment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-113092297341403141?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/113092297341403141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=113092297341403141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113092297341403141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113092297341403141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/11/hentai-edit-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-113080557038255683</id><published>2005-10-31T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T16:39:30.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bah, nothing to report about sembreak. Been at home most of the time, doing the same things. I haven't gotten a new game for a while now. No one goes online, no one plays RO, and I miss Guitar Freaks. I'll have to avoid laziness one day to leave the house. Maybe get the rest of the episodes of Akazukin ChaCha. By any chance, does anyone know how to get screencaps from movies in Windows Media Player or Realtime Player?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, one of my shorter posts. Not very interesting, so I translated it to Chinese and back to English through Babelfish for better results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, □any report about sembreak. Is in the home most of the time, makes the similar matter. I have not obtained the new match to have the period of time present. Nobody goes on-line, does not have play RO, and I think of the guitar abnormal person. I will have lazily to avoid one day leaving the house. Possibly obtains Akazukin the ChaCha plot surplus. By chance, who can obtain screencaps from the movie in the window media player or the real-time player?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-113080557038255683?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/113080557038255683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=113080557038255683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113080557038255683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/113080557038255683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/10/bah-nothing-to-report-about-sembreak.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-112882727313123182</id><published>2005-10-08T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T20:07:53.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Friday seemed like a last hurrah for misfortunes due to my stiff leg. In the morning, Benji stole my ID and ran around. That was fine with me, after all, I do the same thing. What did bother me though, was when he returned my bag. He threw it on my bad leg. My own bag just a bit away from my knee, and yet the pain, instead of aching where it landed, it travelled straight to my knee and amplified it. Dunno if he meant it or not, but he was smiling. I hope he just didn't notice it. It ached a bit thoughout the day until somewhere between dismissal and getting picked up. This ache wasn't very bad, but it did lead to some problems later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During reccess, I was too slow to reach the elevator. By the time I arrived, there were 4 people in casts and crutches and a teacher in it. You know what happened when I entered: overload. The elevator couldn't handle the weight. I had to wait for the second trip from the first floor. When the elevator arrived, there were only a few minutes left. The bell rang somewhere between the 3rd and 4th floor. Yep, I was late. I almost had to get a late pass too. Teachers don't seem to notice my odd walking and assume there's something wrong with my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, and there was Automotive. Elevator to the 1st floor, but I had to walk down 1 more level, as usual. It was engine testing day, so my group finished early and went back to the little lecture room. I was minding my own business, getting a seat, then someone ran into me from behind then ran off. I never found out who that was. I almost fell, but because of my fast thinking, I regained balance by leaning on my bad leg for support as I readjusted my center of balance. Oh right, it was still aching. and I was leaning on it with more weight then necessary. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nihonggo class was fun, as usual. Sure, I couldn't move around much to write on the others and they kept writing silly things on the partial-cast, but it cured boredom and it was random silliness.Fun spent, and some left for their automotive project, sensei arrived a bit later with a long test. written in hiregana and katakana. Thankfully no Kanji. Translation hurt my head. At one point of the test, we had to say what the object was on the picture in japanese. Not everything was known. A motto was formed to solve our empty blanks. "When in doubt, use katakana!" hehe, u-mu-bu-re-ra. Benji tried to revive the fun chalk writing war while I was taking the test by writing on my shirt. He failed. Poor Benji, it was just bad timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was half day, and yet I couldn't go to any mall. I spent time waiting to get picked up by scaring people in the general vicinity. I feel like I took a step back, having to wait for my parents to pick me up and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the cast off, but I can't bend my knee completely. The swelling was still there. To the extent it can bend though, it moved too much for my liking. It was like a loose hinge. I got the wrapping to support my knee and a long proccess of applying things on my knee to stop swelling and inflammation. Maximum of 30 minutes to do all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as my knee gets better, the exams come the next week. How lucky am I? I am currently confined in my room to "study".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-112882727313123182?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/112882727313123182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=112882727313123182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112882727313123182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112882727313123182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-friday-seemed-like-last-hurrah.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-112748045511986003</id><published>2005-09-23T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T01:53:11.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BENJI!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have enjoyed today more if I didn't stick around in La Salle to find out that my Music group's practice was cancelled. -_- It was hard work rushing to Yellow Cab in Robinson's while entertaining Liu and Angeles. The pizza was devoured as quickly as it arrived.(maybe even faster) Benji departed afterwards as the rest of us went on our way to Megamall. On the way, I raced Khan and tried a complicated drift maneuver causing me to &lt;s&gt;lose a wheel&lt;/s&gt; get my kneecap dislocated. Everyone helped me to the clinic and waited for the doctor for me, and in exchange, I annoyed to them to death, trying a different branch of humor. Great friend, aren't I? &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the firsts I experienced today: Riding a wheelchair. While waiting for the X-ray room to be available, I turned several times in place and zoomed around. Good times, good times. Never mind that my friends abandoned me making me suffer in boredom. After the X-ray, I mounted my steed (wheelchair) and dashed all the way to the entrance of Shangri-la. Well, I wish I could have done that. Instead, I just complied and got the blood from my knee sucked by the &lt;s&gt;vampire&lt;/s&gt; doctor while some GMA cameraman taped the procedure. (look forward to seeing my soon to be famous knee in TV!) -_-; I got a cool heavy cast! and a lolipop too! well, maybe not a lolipop. Kinda hard not being able to bend my leg though. I wonder if I'll be able to take a bath and change clothes like this? I was never good in Sit &amp; Reach, so clothes will be a difficult issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I learn how to wield this &lt;s&gt;weapon&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt; cast properly, I'll be able to &lt;s&gt;whack people on the head with it&lt;/s&gt; commute again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to edit this several times because of this particular expression I used a lot in this post kept erasing large parts of my post: &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-112748045511986003?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/112748045511986003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=112748045511986003' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112748045511986003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112748045511986003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-of-all-happy-birthday-benji-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-112580154712053931</id><published>2005-09-03T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T19:39:07.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After the vicious battle of LSGH, there was no time to waste. My comrades, Jake and Khan, as well as I had to go to PowerStation to further improve our abilities. Not that I'm complaining, of course. Along the way, we obtained access to view classified documents. During training, we met Rika, Creole, and Kang. Suprisingly, R2 arrived as reinforcements as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After gathering adequate supplies, we infiltrated the eiga sai showing. It was heavily guarded, people were everywhere. Faces I saw on my last visit here were no where to be found, to the disappointment of Jake. Fortunately, we passed undetected. Well, that, or no one bothered doing anything. Not long after, we encountered the boss armed with a flashlight. It was a difficult battle. None of us were able to land an attack successfully. We ended up seperated, but alive. I was planning on reporting to my superiors after, but I felt the need to continue this mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 of us entered the social gathering area, discussing our strategies. It seems my comrades underestimated the value, importance, and usefulness of paper and their effect on people. I had to lecture them. Jake was summoned for another mission, so unfortunately, he had to leave. I had to as well, but I didn't find any harm in investigating a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the cover of darkness, we escorted Kang to her superior. The surroundings in the building were foreign to me. Unable to find the best course of action, I did what I usually do. Walk like a freak. While Rika, Creole and Kang met Kang's superior, Khan, R2 and I were discussing camuflage tactics. I don't know what happened after that, but I somehow ended up in an expensive fancy dinner. My stealth suit malfunctioned, leaving me unable to escape. All of us traded vital information about our status: geeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time fled quickly, making up for its slowness during my filipino and Algebra lectures. It was close to midnight, my carriage was no where in sight, and the spell began to wear off... oops, that never happened to me. I mean, it was close to midnight so Khan, R2, and I took our leave. I seperated from them later on, going to my favorite form of travel, only to find it closed. My inexperience in hailing taxis were shown at this point. Just before I curled into a ball, rocking back and forth on the sidewalk while sucking my thumb, an empty taxi came by. I spent most of my pay on that ride, almost leaving nothing for future use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, my superiors took my tardiness lightly. I wasn't relieved though. It was just another ominous sign fortelling my execution on Tuedsday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaining important allies and information that day, we are now prepared to increase our attempts to  assassinate(or raid, in my case) Andrew. &gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-112580154712053931?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/112580154712053931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=112580154712053931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112580154712053931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112580154712053931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/09/after-vicious-battle-of-lsgh-there-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-112461318101653264</id><published>2005-08-21T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T01:33:01.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.flooble.com/fun/bloggen.php"&gt;Instant Blog Post Generator&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found this as an ad below my flooble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike my grandpa Julio. Occasionally he is a little difficult to handle, and then a couple of days ago he just disgusted me... I could really use his advice thinking about political turmoil in the coming decades, and then he was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Get out! I was just learning about the coming decades in class!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I answered &lt;em&gt;"DAMN!" &lt;/em&gt;and just now I just stopped yelling. After all, he *is* my grandpa and he should know better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was just learning about something I'm going to ask him about, and now I think he should know better? Yes, I guess I would really be disgusted if I thought that way...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Result so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly dislike my grandpa Ross. Often he is a little weird, then today he just intrigued me... I needed his advice reading a book about the weather among Japanese schoolgirls, but then he answered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;That's amazing! I was just learning about Japanese schoolgirls in class!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I answered "&lt;em&gt;NO WAY!&lt;/em&gt;" but this morning I just subsided and began sobbing. After all, he *is* my grandpa and he wants what is best for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bwahah, weather among Japanese schoolgirls? Grandpa learning that in class &lt;em&gt;just now&lt;/em&gt;? sobbing because grandpa was learning that? Learning it is what's best for me? There are so many errors in this one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-112461318101653264?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/112461318101653264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=112461318101653264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112461318101653264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112461318101653264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/08/instant-blog-post-generator-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-112454272615370525</id><published>2005-08-20T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T06:24:39.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ragnarok Online status:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orochi_Raziel(chaos): missed meeting Tiandong2(siopao's hunter) due to VERY wierd and slow internet connection. Currently stranded in Comodo. Spends time impersonating Kafras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Shinto+(Loki): got a new set of arrows. wow, that's worth mentioning. Still moans for the loss of old Payon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kusagami(Iris): hibernation state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagami(Iris): ditto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karuos(chaos): Just became a mage in Chaos. Has no idea what to do with his skill points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acceIeration(odin): just became a thief after a net mushroom addiction incident(127 gooey mushrooms and90 net mushrooms collected, 100 gooey mushrooms given away to gathering partner) Very lonely at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashoka(odin): Most active so far due to the company. Yes, he's still playing with the skeletons and zombies while buffing and healing red plants. In this rate, will reach Orochi_Raziel's level. Mostly used to annoy Vaelfor(normal), Temaile, and Daikichi/kyou. Last seen tanking a swordsman with a femenine name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unmentioned characters: most probably never even been used yet. I'll use them when I need a change in pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unofficial characters:&lt;br /&gt;Good Vaelfor(odin): upgraded to HyperPriest. Less talk, more action. Stopped making speeches to leave Helghast members aghast. Healing and buffing anything and everything(prioritizes current responsibility though). Gets hit on by Munaks, Sohees, and sometimes, Bonguns. Fell head over heels to Bonguns. Constantly casting Angelus for the ringing bells sound. Sucks at teleporting. Very bad support and clueless about skills in possession. Loves using Increase Agi. Has no care for his Blue Gemstone and holy water usage. The shame of Helghast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelic Temaile(odin): [edit] Kisses everyone. male, female, monster, plant, signpost, item, anyone. likes using the ~ and &lt;3 symbols. Claims that the guy in a fox mask in 4th level payon is her boyfriend. Kisses while buffing and healing. Kisses monsters while beating the crap out of them. Likes shiny things. Currently has a fear of foxes. Likes stalking novices in her free time. Enjoys using Magnum Break. In her own words, "No one dies before tasting the KISS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit(Ueno's "request")]&lt;br /&gt; Daikichi, The Bisexual Flirt(odin): personality change not in effect yet. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicidical Daikyou(odin): personality change not in effect yet. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-Concious, insecure Trick(odin): personality change not in effect yet. Yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-112454272615370525?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/112454272615370525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=112454272615370525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112454272615370525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112454272615370525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/08/ragnarok-online-status.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-112390306258097717</id><published>2005-08-12T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T20:17:42.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was around 4:00. While watching TV, I heard something blow up in the direction of my window and everything in the house turned off. A brounout. I looked outside at the source of the explosion. A saw a large robot jump off from this large crater and another firing at it from somewhere above... gah, that was me daydreaming. There was nothing outside, and there was no electricity inside. That means the computer won't turn on, then I won't be able to use the internet, then I won't be able to play RO or anything, then I will start losing my sanity! When I stopped contemplating, I decided to use my will to impose power to he computer, then lo and behold, the lights turned on! I pressed the power button and it worked! That explosion must have given me powers, powers I will use to take control of the school and make the faculty paint all their buildings with vanilla ice cream! I checked the time, and it was 9 pm! I must have subconciously moved forward in time with my newly gained powers! All that, or I was just rocking on my bed, sucking on my thumb waiting for electricity to bless our house again until it arrived sometime at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Assassin" src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1112528958_B_assassin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are an assassin.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means you are a proffessional and do your&lt;br /&gt;job without mixing any emotions in it. In your&lt;br /&gt;life you have probably been hurt many times and&lt;br /&gt;have gotten some mental scars. This results in&lt;br /&gt;you being distant from people. Though many&lt;br /&gt;think that you are evil, you are not. What you&lt;br /&gt;really are is a person, trying to forget your&lt;br /&gt;pain and past. You are the person who never&lt;br /&gt;seems to care and that is why being an assassin&lt;br /&gt;fits you good. Atleast, that's what people&lt;br /&gt;think. Even if you don't care that much for&lt;br /&gt;your victims, you still have the ability to&lt;br /&gt;care and to generally feel. It is not lost,&lt;br /&gt;just a little forgotten. In crowds you tend to&lt;br /&gt;not get to noticed, and dress in black or other&lt;br /&gt;discrete colours. You don't being in the&lt;br /&gt;spotlight and wish people would just leave you&lt;br /&gt;alone. But once you do get close to someone you&lt;br /&gt;have a hard time letting go and get real down&lt;br /&gt;if you loose him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Main weapon:&lt;/b&gt; Sniper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt; "The walls we build around&lt;br /&gt;us to keep out the sadness also keep out the&lt;br /&gt;joy" -Jim Rohn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Facial expression:&lt;/b&gt; Narrowed eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20Type%20of%20Killer%20Are%20You?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, I knew it would be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=".." src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nachocheese42/1123699640_mousingerz.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont fight.. You either dont believe in it or&lt;br /&gt;are too scared to do it. Thats okay...We all&lt;br /&gt;have different opinions!! Your are also known&lt;br /&gt;as the Peace Maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nachocheese42/quizzes/How%20do%20you%20fight?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;How do you fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww, the quiz just doesn't have my fighting style as an option. BOOGA BOOGA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="265" alt="calm" src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SwitchFootGurl/1122886030_uizzesCalm.jpg" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People see calmness in your eyes. You like to keep&lt;br /&gt;cool in a crisis. You know that if you don't&lt;br /&gt;panic, things will be worked out much quicker&lt;br /&gt;and with fewer hitches. People probably end up&lt;br /&gt;feeling less worried when they are around you.&lt;br /&gt;You've got a good attitude. Keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SwitchFootGurl/quizzes/What%20can%20people%20see%20in%20your%20eyes?(great"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;What can people see in your eyes?(great ANIME pics)((IMPROVED!!!))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stares, the stares! They're everywhere! WHAT SHOULD I DO! heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~Result nr 6~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/P/PainfulBliss/1117236077_Power_Transformation.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your power is:&lt;/b&gt; Transformation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Explanation:&lt;/b&gt; Unlike everyone else you&lt;br /&gt;can change your body materia and transform into&lt;br /&gt;anything (e.g. an animal). This can be used in&lt;br /&gt;good purposes for infiltrating evil&lt;br /&gt;headcuarters or adjust your physical abilities&lt;br /&gt;by transforming and therefor do better in&lt;br /&gt;battle. If turned to the evil side, a&lt;br /&gt;transfomer could manipulate the "good&lt;br /&gt;guys" by looking like their loved ones and&lt;br /&gt;break them down.&lt;br /&gt;As a person you are dissapointed with life. You&lt;br /&gt;have not so many interests anymore and has&lt;br /&gt;become depressed. Of course you can be happy,&lt;br /&gt;but your happiness subsides quickly and don't&lt;br /&gt;last very long. You isloate yourself from&lt;br /&gt;people since you think they would only hurt&lt;br /&gt;you, but some part just wants someone equal who&lt;br /&gt;understands the pain. When you transform it&lt;br /&gt;gives you freedom and you can be anything but&lt;br /&gt;yourself. You often pity yourself but don't let&lt;br /&gt;people come near and know what's going on with&lt;br /&gt;you. But the thought of opening up and risking&lt;br /&gt;being betrayed is too strong and intimidating&lt;br /&gt;to even try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Negative aspects:&lt;/b&gt; You carry much hate to&lt;br /&gt;the world and yourself and in the long run this&lt;br /&gt;could lead to dangerous thoughts&lt;br /&gt;(suicide/cutting/killing) though the last one&lt;br /&gt;is least likeable since you would probably just&lt;br /&gt;have too much guilt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20Power%20is%20Compatible%20With%20You?"&gt;What Power is Compatible With You? [beautiful anime pictures + 12 detailed results]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIMORPHS! I choose the flying squirrel as my battle morph! *scratch, scratch, bite*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-112390306258097717?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/112390306258097717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=112390306258097717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112390306258097717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112390306258097717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-was-around-400.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-112341608852045569</id><published>2005-08-07T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T05:01:28.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"We love keeping our emotions. When we're depressed, we seek memories to stay depressed. When we're angry, we seek reasons to stay angry. When we're happy, ...well, that's hard"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something I had in my head for many years and only said it aloud recently. It describes my UPCAT experience perfectly. I arrived 3 hours early, and knew I was going to be bored. I kept telling myself how bored I would be until I got bored 20 minutes before I'd normally get bored. I kept walking around, then I thought I should stop after the fourh time before I got tired. It was that time I felt my feet ache and when I started sweating and felt itches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taking the test, I noticed how easy it was, until a difficult question was spotted when I started thinking how easy the test was so far. The filipino questions that started appearing when I thought I could finish a subtest without a problem didn't help either. I started thinking it would be that depressing the entire test. It was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That statement I started this post is true, and I hate it for being that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-112341608852045569?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/112341608852045569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=112341608852045569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112341608852045569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112341608852045569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/08/we-love-keeping-our-emotions.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-112280054187330875</id><published>2005-07-31T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T03:28:30.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 394px; HEIGHT: 864px" height="998" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v433/orochi_raziel/fma-gaiden02-10.png" width="536" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, it must be taking a long time to load that image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manga scans roXXorz. I've been spending the entire weekend starting my archive. The picture above is one of my favorite pages from Full Metal Alchemist so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I successfully got into a Jap. class, and I'm starting to understand the sound effects in these things. I just can't understand some author's comments and small sidenotes. Now if only I can write properly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened over the week, except for getting Jake broke and getting 3 cups for my attempt to make food prices lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats it for daily happenings. Enjoy the pic above and the advertisment below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-112280054187330875?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/112280054187330875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=112280054187330875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112280054187330875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112280054187330875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/07/hehe-it-must-be-taking-long-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-112279960814657530</id><published>2005-07-31T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T01:46:48.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SUPERHERO FOR HIRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am called the Hoax. I have been a superhero for a while now, it's just that no witness to my deeds believe what they saw. What do I have that other superheroes don't? Here's a list of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a secret identity since no one would believe me anyway&lt;br /&gt;People think everything I say is a lie&lt;br /&gt;I can make people's brains explode by apperaring in front of them and saying "I'm in front of you"&lt;br /&gt;Even my conscience and better judgement don't trust me!&lt;br /&gt;I have beaten other heroes, like Superman... or would have if they believed my invitation to a fight...&lt;br /&gt;All my heroic acts have been done openly behind the scenes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, if you're reading this, give me a chance! My number is 4238597 and I'm available anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;*All information is invalid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We would have arrested the culprit for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;false advertizing if we didn't have to deal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;with this lunatic claiming he is the Hoax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-112279960814657530?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/112279960814657530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=112279960814657530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112279960814657530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112279960814657530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/07/superhero-for-hire-i-am-called-hoax.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-112227238005378548</id><published>2005-07-24T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T02:52:35.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yip.org/~reprob8/sean.jpg"&gt;Sean&lt;/a&gt; search it sean in google yourselves, I enjoyed the first 8 pictures&lt;br /&gt;2. your nickname &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gameline.cz/figures/obrazky/raziel-lieutenant.jpg"&gt;Raziel&lt;/a&gt; honestly? not very suprised&lt;br /&gt;3. where you were born &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitchurchandllandaff.co.uk/Whitchurch%20Hospital%20Mental%20Hospital.jpg"&gt;from a &lt;s&gt;mental&lt;/s&gt; hospital&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. where you live now &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okino.com/slidshow/honda9.jpg"&gt;home&lt;/a&gt; that picture? = far from my home&lt;br /&gt;5. where you go to school &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lsgh.edu.ph/main/soon.jpg"&gt;&lt;s&gt;hell&lt;/s&gt; La Salle Green Hills&lt;/a&gt; hehe, I don't know why, but the idea of the under construction pic being the first La Salle Green Hills google picture made me laugh&lt;br /&gt;6. your dream &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hobartpulp.com/links.jpg"&gt;recently? can't explain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. your career &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.posterville.com/library/slacker.jpg"&gt;slacker&lt;/a&gt; hehehe&lt;br /&gt;8. favorite hobby &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virtualgalleries.com/if-thenxx60.JPG"&gt;games and manipulation&lt;/a&gt; ... I wish I could comment on this, but I can't&lt;br /&gt;9. your significant other/crush &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.slate.msn.com/media/1/123125/2078387/2112897/2112981/050201_ImaginaryFriends.jpg"&gt;if any, imaginary&lt;/a&gt; -_- the Nintendo DS was the 3rd picture&lt;br /&gt;10. pet &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subgenius.com/bigfist/pics10/HI0/Church-None-5.jpg"&gt;none&lt;/a&gt; O.O *shuts eyes and blindly clicks back button*&lt;br /&gt;11. favorite color &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ibiblio.org/pjones/Wicked-10Mar05.jpg"&gt;faded green&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. favorite music/band &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://brigade.takanori-nishikawa.com/fan_image01chibi2.gif"&gt;currently, TM Revolution&lt;/a&gt; not really a favorite, but close enough&lt;br /&gt;13. currently playing &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xaarspageperso.com/vgs/rao1.jpg"&gt;Ragnarok Online&lt;/a&gt; O.O moderate safe search just isn't enough... *puts site in favorites*&lt;br /&gt;14. favorite song&lt;br /&gt;being the most recent song I heard and enjoyed, &lt;a href="http://www.yesand.com/features/review2000/cif2000/schadenfreude.jpg"&gt;Schadenfreude&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. pet peeve &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fsa.usda.gov/civil/images/southern.gif"&gt;close minded people&lt;/a&gt; though I am sometimes guilty of it myself. Why is the picture a map of South America? Dunno. Maybe the states are named after close minded people?&lt;br /&gt;16. your fear&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;a href="http://www2.ocn.ne.jp/~osako/cad03.JPG"&gt;dull repetition&lt;/a&gt; is one of them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha, I should have done this earlier. It was fun doing this. I did it all with TAB and ALT+TAB without any help from my traitorous mouse which decided to freeze as soon as I pressed new post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-112227238005378548?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/112227238005378548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=112227238005378548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112227238005378548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112227238005378548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/07/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-112159348278879962</id><published>2005-07-17T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T02:44:42.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday outings have been frequent lately. I was starting to enjoy Alien vs. Predator before the power outage ruined it. Why does it have to rain AFTER school? If its going to rain anyway, might as well make it productive. Because of it and greedy people taking taxis we flagged down, Artoo, Khan and I were stranded in Greenhills for a while. Traffic didn't help time management either. Same as usual at Shang. I stayed too long at Artoo's place and took some complimentary tokens, incuding but not limited to 2 posters, a few figurines, a shiny doorknob, a PS2 controller, and a new pet dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was special, but not because of any of those. It's because that was the day when I got Kurapica's chains. I can feel its power. Even more than I feel Aspersio! People say that it doesn't work, but what do they know? People just have to be trained to use this kind of thing, and I'm intent on finding how! All the things I can do when I learn how to use it! First school, then the people who old it for a cheaper price than when I bought it, then... other things I want to kill! That P300 chain without earrings or box irks me still. I just need volunteers to have their hearts wrapped in the "penalty chain" so I can use the pinky as much as I want to! How about it, readerwhoIassumeIknow? Want to make your lives meaningful? I'm still giddy on all the possibilities, oh so giddy. By the way, I have no intention of piercing my ears. Anyone who wants the matching earrings that came with it, feel free to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I installed ROSE, but Ted only has the bare minimum requirements needed to play it. In full screen mode, the cursor plays hide and seek. It wins too. It takes 8 meaningless mouse clicks to start going where I have to go. The game is too slow! It's not because of lag like RO, but rather, the way too high video quality. I tried changing the options, opting for maximum performance and minimum quality, having the resolution at 16 bit, and putting it at window mode, but it caused a new problem. It fixes the disappearing mouse, but the windows don't resize and reposition themselves. I can move properly, but I have no access to the map and the minimized main menu and hotkey bar already takes 1/4 the window! I also need a new mouse. It won't move right and up properly. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parties I get with Vaelfor, Daikichi/Daisomething, and Temaile were very fun. I can't believe I've been missing those the entire last year. Leveling up has been easier(since I don't usually get motivated to level up until everyone I know goes off to &lt;s&gt;die&lt;/s&gt; gain experience) and I have more fun bashing kill stealers, looters, leechers, flooders, and the rest of the variety of idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, I downloaded the internet song and schadenfreude. Schadenfreude is a fun song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lookie! first post with no title! as if that would interest you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-112159348278879962?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/112159348278879962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=112159348278879962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112159348278879962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112159348278879962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/07/friday-outings-have-been-frequent.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-112097878359565567</id><published>2005-07-09T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T23:59:43.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bah, I'm done with titles. I'm not going to make any this post and onwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...though that notice kind of serves as a title. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting better at normal mode Guitar freaks 11th mix.(scores: E, E, C, E, E)Well, I never got a C before! that must count for something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the time when I decided to go to Artoo's house instead of straight home where I seeked Khan for his knowledge. His tutorial prepared me for the worst situations that could happen. Thanks to him, I survived without a single scratch! *covers bullet hole on left arm* Well, holes are different from scratches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the times I missed! I started as an RPG/Action gamer and discovered the beauty of fighting games much later. Ah, Street Fighter. I'll get back to you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff* my Chipp lost for the first time in a while now on Guilty Gear Isuka. He will be avenged. *practicing pressing the R1 button* Most of the time playing with that was mostly for practicing some of Ky's combos and trying to learn how to use Zappa. I can still hear Artoo's complaints of boredom up to now, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed watching Fantastic 4. Not as much as Star Wars and some other movies, but I still enjoyed each moment. Why is it that the best place to hide trash is under the seats? Everything is sparkly clean, then you see a mound of popcorn buckets, soda cans, candy wrappers and etc. Cleaners are either oblivious to the potential of the under of seats to contain trash, or they're too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate these application forms. Since everyone who reads this are either in my batch or higher, I assume you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I don't want to go through CAT. I just don't see any upside to it besides avoiding the alternative. Military training on the other hand, is at school. Thus I can "commute home", assuming I have the strength to walk. choices, choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going with Khan and Artoo was fun and all, but the MRT experience was... uncomfortable. I was literally a canned sardine. And since I had my backpack and a jug with a broken handle, I had to take up more space than I would have wanted. People were squishing me at all sides and I had a... "back problem". I was pressed in this girl's back, and because of my backpack, I couldn't really maneuver away. If I turned left, I would be touching this guy's... "back". If I turned right, I would be touching this other guy's... "back". Not only that, but whenever someone was leaving, I would be pushed towards this somewhat old lady who I felt sorry for sharing my body weight with. Gwah, what I do to go home in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-112097878359565567?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/112097878359565567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=112097878359565567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112097878359565567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112097878359565567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/07/bah-im-done-with-titles.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-112027616021362667</id><published>2005-07-01T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T20:49:20.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Angsty Giant Robots and Guitars.... why doesn't this title sound right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching Neo Genesis Evangelion, and I enjoyed it all, again. I finally understand the "inside the mind of Shinji" episodes and more or less, the last episode. End of Evangelion was... odd. I know what happened, but how they visualized it was... freakish. I guess it really was supposed to be disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to a music project and several cancelled meetings, I got to go to Shang a few times. Wednesday, I got my first D in Guitar Freaks. Thursday, my first C. Friday, an A and a B, for some reason in Sobakasu. I can't find the Rival Schools machine anymore. I looked in the left and just saw 2 Tekken 5 machines. -_- I guess it had to go sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-112027616021362667?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/112027616021362667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=112027616021362667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112027616021362667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/112027616021362667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/07/angsty-giant-robots-and-guitars.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-111961844795240062</id><published>2005-06-24T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T06:07:27.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The feeling of being in class... is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleagh, I still hate waking up too early in the morning for something I don't look forward to. The teachers seem ok, so far, but that's how it usually is until the class get comfortable and give the teachers an unconcious message that their fair and kind teaching style won't work and they start unleashing hell in the form of papers. Lots of papers, ranging from 1 whole to one-fourth and blue-striped white to shoddy gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my Friday schedule though, casual day, 2 academic subjects, and in a strange way, 3:40pm dismissal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a routine check-up for the bus, find out it left me, and join artoo and khan at the arcades of the 3 malls close to the school. I'm actually getting interested in Guitar Freaks(though I get multiple E's and keep forgetting to strum) Un fortunately, my parents want to help me by making arrangements with the bus so I can have a "safe"(and cramped, and sweaty, and uncomfortable, and long, and cramped) transport home. This time, they're using that secondary bus to wait for me. No more "The bus left me behind and I had to wait the rain out" for me. The most I can do is say that Artoo invited us to the arcade after school, but that might only work once a month. *incoherrent mumbling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed my usage of the word "crap" aloud has increased significantly. I find the habit uneeded, useless and quite pathetic of me. and will get rid of it through the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rereads post* My parents will kill me if they ever find my blog. *nervous sweatdrop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I forget, The QOF RPG needs you! That message is directed to those who understand what I'm talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-111961844795240062?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111961844795240062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=111961844795240062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111961844795240062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111961844795240062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/06/feeling-of-being-in-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-111872419954981975</id><published>2005-06-13T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T21:43:19.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sigh* the day fodder boldly enter hell is tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm lucky, this is the post which fixes my sidebar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-111872419954981975?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111872419954981975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=111872419954981975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111872419954981975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111872419954981975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/06/sigh-day-fodder-boldly-enter-hell-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-111840832540916158</id><published>2005-06-10T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T05:58:45.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quizzes, because I have nothing else to do. Will these mess up my sidebar on the off chance it gets fixed when the last quiz post leaves the main page? Yes, I'm pretty sure it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#dacee8"&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Your Dominant Thinking Style:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d4dde5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Visioning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very insightful and tend to make decisions based on your insights.You focus on how things should be - even if you haven't worked out the details.&lt;br /&gt;An idealist, thinking of the future helps you guide your path.You tend to give others long-term direction and momentum.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#cdebe2"&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Your Secondary Thinking Style:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c7fadf"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exploring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thrive on the unknown and unpredictable. Novelty is your middle name.You are a challenger. You tend to challenge common assumptions and beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;An expert inventor and problem solver, you approach everything from new angles.You show people how to question their models of the world.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourthinkingstylequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Thinking Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="264" src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1115766703darthvader.JPG" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored as Darth Vader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darth Vader&lt;br /&gt;86%&lt;br /&gt;General Grievous&lt;br /&gt;58%&lt;br /&gt;Anakin Skywalker&lt;br /&gt;56%&lt;br /&gt;Chewbacca&lt;br /&gt;53%&lt;br /&gt;Clone Trooper&lt;br /&gt;50%&lt;br /&gt;Mace Windu&lt;br /&gt;42%&lt;br /&gt;C-3PO&lt;br /&gt;39%&lt;br /&gt;R2-D2&lt;br /&gt;36%&lt;br /&gt;Obi Wan Kenobi&lt;br /&gt;36%&lt;br /&gt;Yoda&lt;br /&gt;36%&lt;br /&gt;Emperor Palpatine&lt;br /&gt;33%&lt;br /&gt;Padme Amidala&lt;br /&gt;22%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;Which Revenge of the Sith Character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I believe I messed something up in the last quiz while trying to remove the table. *shrug* at least its still understood and the table is gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-111840832540916158?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111840832540916158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=111840832540916158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111840832540916158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111840832540916158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/06/quizzes-because-i-have-nothing-else-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-111754426877562727</id><published>2005-05-31T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T05:57:48.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whee! Look at all the pretty colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm typing this, I'm searching for a way to fix my sidebar. Since I easily get sidetracked, I'm changing the colors here and there as well as making a temporary picture to replace the one holding the blog title: Cramped Abyss. So far, I only accomplished only 1 of 3. -_- At least I have something to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-111754426877562727?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111754426877562727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=111754426877562727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111754426877562727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111754426877562727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/05/whee-look-at-all-pretty-colors-as-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-111719705622149714</id><published>2005-05-27T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T05:35:09.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/ps3/rpg/finalfantasyvii/media.html?gcst=finalfantasyVIItd_gp_ps31_051605.asx"&gt;http://www.gamespot.com/ps3/rpg/finalfantasyvii/media.html?gcst=finalfantasyVIItd_gp_ps31_051605.asx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS3 technical demo: how the opening of Final Fantasy VII would look if it was on the PS3&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can watch it in computer with a brighter screen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-111719705622149714?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111719705622149714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=111719705622149714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111719705622149714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111719705622149714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/05/random-link-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-111717416629504857</id><published>2005-05-26T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T23:28:49.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RO log: ┼Shinto┼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks. I go around the forest, killing spores, willows, porings who are minding their own bussiness as well as the occasional poporing, if I feel lucky. Suddenly, a merchant follows me around looking like he's ready to kill steal, then he asks me if the payon map is broken. As I haven't been doing much since the opening of the Loki server, my respawn point is still outside Payon. Thus, I wasn't sure what he was talking about. So, I go to Payon to put his mind at ease... only to get lost and confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; HEIGHT: 265px" height="621" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v433/orochi_raziel/screenLoki003.jpg" width="487" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DID THEY DO TO MY HOME!!!!!!!! I know I haven't been going home lately, but that did not give the village elder permission to satisfy his interior design urges on my home. He... completely change Payon, now that I look around to notice it. There are too many new NPCs I don't recognize. WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE? Even the Kafra moved. She never moves from her spot! Did she run away with my storage items? Kafra Corp. is going to hear a complaint about this... once I'm strong enough or rich enough to go to their headquarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I found the dealers as well as a new "repair man" which I have no idea what he does. (after all, all of us have the irresistable urge to quickly discard any weapon blacksmiths fail at)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Village chief must have replaced the air with molasses again. I can hardly move around. My friends at archer village did say something about impeaching him. Too bad we don't follow a democracy. Heck, I don't know what type of government we are under. The chief's position is not even justified by divine right since we are at a war against the gods. War against gods... we are screwed. I don't care what everyone else does, I'm sticking to my own little war against animated trees and blobs of jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the landscape is different. What did he do? Hire a bunch of wizards to LOVe the entire place? The ground is more irregular. There are no main roads I can see right now. My house is ruined. This place is led by an idiot. Thats it. I'm moving to Alberta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-111717416629504857?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111717416629504857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=111717416629504857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111717416629504857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111717416629504857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/05/ro-log-shinto-this-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-111538643994995791</id><published>2005-05-06T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T06:34:01.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From ceremony, to nature and heat, to anime and the return to RO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's wedding took around 2 long hours. At least I stayed awake. My legs were very tired from standing too long though. People walk too slow.&lt;br /&gt;The reception was good, I enjoyed the speeches and the food was different. I never tasted bacon wrapped around breaded shrimp or fish stuffed with shrimp before. After the speeches, almost everyone kept going to the dance floor. My entire family stayed in the hotel where the reception was held. Day 1 of no internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family got prepared and left the hotel around noon. I arrived home after we ate lunch... I think. I don't remember. I got to use the computer for 10 minutes to check email and other commonly updated pages. We had to eat out for dinner afterwards to get to know the Pio Rodas more. Thus ended my short return. Day 2 of almost no internet. I packed for a week's vacation in Boracay barely before midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boracay was a long, so I'll summarize this into 3 parts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad - Intense heat, sunburn, and 5 times the mosquito bites I usually get. No cable or internet either for 4 days. Bathrooms are too... open. So much that it threatens privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good - calamansi and dalandan shakes as well as the few chocolate shakes I had. It isn't just because of the relief from the heat, they're a lot better than those in manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The somewhat interesting - A dog jumped on my dad's back when he was swimming. Other people started playing with it after. Riding tricycles with very reckless drivers. Its like I had a very good chance of falling off several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that that's done, and you most probably lost interest and stopped reading, I can talk about one of the more recent and disappointing experience: The Animax convention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very boring. I couldn't enjoy the games they had there, but at least I got a poster, although I don't recognize anything in it. The announcers were, well, idiots. They treated everyone like 4 year olds. They questioned the intelligence of the fans that gathered in the convention. There was nothing. Just some Astroboy merchendise and gundam model kits. I left with R2 to get a bite to eat and go to starmall. I can finally watch Tokyo Underground and I played RO after a seemingly long absence. I died several times in Orc Dungeon and lost a lot of zeny on kafra warps. There was a very fun exchange of quotes between Vaelfor, a crusader and I. R2 might get into detail on that when he posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-111538643994995791?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111538643994995791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=111538643994995791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111538643994995791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111538643994995791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/05/from-ceremony-to-nature-and-heat-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-111478251105506107</id><published>2005-04-29T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T19:39:55.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Formalities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacqui, my sister's wedding is tommorow. *sigh* that means heat, formal suits and social events for me. Weddings are not as emotional as some people tend to say. I've seen my sister and mom tired, stressed, and excited, yet I just feel indifferent. I acknowledge it as a special day, but I don't feel it is. blah. Won't be on the computer for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-111478251105506107?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111478251105506107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=111478251105506107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111478251105506107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111478251105506107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/04/formalities-jacqui-my-sisters-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-111450975288869520</id><published>2005-04-26T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T05:40:17.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ups and downs in my videogame life and quizzes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I had a chance to buy new games, I got Tekken 5, Dynasty Warriors 5, and Grand Theft Auto San Andreas. Only Tekken 5 worked, while the others won't even start. After getting all of Hwoarang's accessories and shirt colors as well as all the characters and some endings, I changed the games since I couldn't play Devil Within and Arcade history, Tekken 5 as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I get? Tekken 5 CD which stops once Namco's logo shows, GTA: San Andreas which still doesn't work, and Kessen 3 since there were no other copies of Dynasty Warriors 5. I don't like Kessen. The movement is SLOW and the story isn't intresting enough to make me endure each level just to see what happens next. I was going to try Devil Jin's story mode next! I was better off playing Tekken 5 -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have Starcraft installed so I finally have an alternative to RO besides Gunbound and Neopets. Since it doesn't seem like I'm going to get game time soon, I might be in starcraft most of the time. My overlords are exploding. Maybe I should move them... Nah, I'll take a few quizzes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="330" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/paranoid.html"&gt;Paranoid Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0033;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizoid.html"&gt;Schizoid Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990099;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizotypal.html"&gt;Schizotypal Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0033;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/antisocial.html"&gt;Antisocial Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990099;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/borderline.html"&gt;Borderline Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990099;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/histrionic.html"&gt;Histrionic Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/narcissistic.html"&gt;Narcissistic Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/avoidant.html"&gt;Avoidant Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Very High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/dependent.html"&gt;Dependent Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0033;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/ocd.html"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Personality Disorder Test - Take It!&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html"&gt;Personality Disorders&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as high as others, but not low either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored as agnosticism. You are an agnostic. Though it is generally taken that agnostics neither believe nor disbelieve in God, it is possible to be a theist or atheist in addition to an agnostic. Agnostics don't believe it is possible to prove the existence of God (nor lack thereof). Agnosticism is a philosophy that God's existence cannot be proven. Some say it is possible to be agnostic and follow a religion; however, one cannot be a devout believer if he or she does not truly believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="600" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1110084125questionmark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;agnosticism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Christianity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Islam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="54" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;54%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Buddhism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="54" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;54%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hinduism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="54" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;54%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Judaism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="46" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;46%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Paganism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="29" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;29%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Satanism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="21" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;21%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;atheism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="17" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;17%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=10907"&gt;Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe... I just believe that I shouldn't automatically cast off anything that is not found in the Christian Religion. No one is ever sure, so anything might be possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Al" src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/psionickender/1081442557_ysFolderAl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alphonse Elric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/psionickender/quizzes/Which%20Fullmetal%20Alchemist%20Character%20are%20you?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Which Fullmetal Alchemist Character are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;character quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="You are Vincent..." src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/CerebralSeductress/1093677919_dervincent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are VINCENT. Remember to clean the cobwebs off&lt;br /&gt;your coffin once in a while- first impressions&lt;br /&gt;are lasting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/CerebralSeductress/quizzes/What%20Final%20Fantasy%20VII%20character%20are%20you?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;What Final Fantasy VII character are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-111450975288869520?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111450975288869520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=111450975288869520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111450975288869520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111450975288869520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/04/ups-and-downs-in-my-videogame-life-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-111318314105145139</id><published>2005-04-10T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T02:02:37.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoping for a miracle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when this day comes, but no matter what I do, it always will. It has arrived but I am still unprepared. I have known there is nothing else to do but stand up, face my fears, and claim the results of my actions during the entire schoolyear. I should gather all my courage and take the consequences. Take up arms, preparing for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*remembers that I didn't pass any long test in Science and Filipino*&lt;br /&gt;*hides in closet* or I can just stay here for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-111318314105145139?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111318314105145139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=111318314105145139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111318314105145139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111318314105145139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/04/hoping-for-miracle.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-111207456576683577</id><published>2005-03-28T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T21:36:05.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boredom's illusions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that happened in the past week will always remain in my memories. It all started on monday morning. A floating blueberry muffin came to me, telling me to eat it. But I refused, saying I didn't like blueberry. The muffin just... did something that slightly resembled a shrug and stuffed itself into my mouth. The last thing I remembered before I fell unconcious was choking to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up somewhere, staring into this pretty large bright thing. I was caught into a trance, staring at it for a few minutes until I remembered everything and realized I was staring at the sun the whole time! I cursed more than I ever did the entire schoolyear, rubbing my eyes and screaming in agony until I felt the pain subside and saw nothing else but blurred smudges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regained my eyesight after a bit of travelling... and concussions. This group of strangely dressed travellers spotted me and asked me to join them in their quest. They didn't know me, but they just told me everything they knew about this quest. By my experience, the stuff they told are usually kept secret. Then they started treating me like they knew me for years. Feeling uncomfortable, I was about to get away from them but stopped when their "leader" gave me a large pointy weapon and told me to follow them as if I accepted their request. Nobody ever thought I was responsible to wield a large pointy weapon, let alone giving me one, so I joined them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, we killed cute cuddly soft innocent furry woodland creatures which they claim to be very dangerous and went to the Ice Cream parlor hidden somewhere deep in a dark unstable cave. After having our fill of ice cream, we killed the ice cream guy which they kept referring to as the "final boss". One of them opened a secret passage under the refrigirator which led to a key to the bathroom. We found this pebble that had an unnatural shine in the bathroom and kept it since the "leader" said it was important in finding some other secret room. It was shiiiney. The "leader" snatched the pebble from my hand and I noticed we were out of the bathroom. He dropped it in the vanilla ice cream in the refrigirator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire Ice cream parlor collapsed and we fell into this very out of place room in the cave. The ice cream guy was in this shiny extravagant area of the room and was laughing. It would have been dramatic he had worn something else besides the ice cream guy uniform. The room rumbled and he transformed into... well, he looked the same except for the long hair and the sharp pointy katana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle was harder this time around. Mainly because the first encounter was a joke and he wasn't wielding an ice cream scooper this time. His strongest attack gave the entire party light scratches... if he was lucky. The cute cuddly soft innocent furry woodland creatures proved more of a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we beat him, we got the pie that the "leader" was going to bring to his cousin's birthday party. The quest was over and the leader invited all of us to the party. After hearing about the food there, we accepted it. When we left, the pie floated in the air and crammed itself in my mouth. It must have heard about what happened to the muffin. I choked again and I heard the complaints of the other party members. They must have looked forward to eating the pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on the roof of my home suffering from sunburn and entered the house through the window. Nobody seemed to notice that or the fact I wasn't around for 5 days. I have learned to devour pastries before they stuff themselves in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riiiight. I wish that happened. I was bored the entire week. The only things worth mentioning is that I'm this close to leveling up orochi raziel and I finished Devil May Cry 3 on easy and normal and I'm halfway through hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know. Playing as a devil in Devil May Cry 3 during Holy week. Religious, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in the story above came from the crap formed in my mind in utter boredom. It just formed as I typed it. Bah, I'm still bored. I need something to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-111207456576683577?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111207456576683577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=111207456576683577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111207456576683577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111207456576683577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/03/boredoms-illusions-everything-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-111120449519409472</id><published>2005-03-18T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T19:54:55.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>End of Examination 4: The Final Encounter(until next school year, at least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to try this style of posting one more time. I had fun the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final skirmish was just one week away. I went through rigrous training, finding as much data as I can on my opponents. I was forced to skip any recreational activity(at least in surveillance). There were 9 of them to deal with. I had to meet 3 of them in the first day and 2 each following day. The first was Cooking, Computer and P.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 3 were not particularly hard. Granted, they were on the first day. I rushed up to Cooking and gave it a barrage of answers. There were some parts where I had a problem remembering, but nothing too hard. Among the rest, I knew about Computer the most. I gave it everything I knew before it had time to act. Finally, PE. I was always bad against it, yet I always beat it easily. Some well placed shots and shooting randomly, and it was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math wasn't particularly hard, but I did have to take my time. It was tricky, so I couldn't just aggressively pummel it. Unfortunately, I took too long. Just before I was about to finish it off, it ran away. Filipino was my first and hardest challenge. I took a lot of time, and I still barely scratched it. It's defenses were strong, and it's technique well done. In the end, I opted for the only technique I could count on at the time: Shotgun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English. One quick blow, then a nap. finished. What else can I say? Soc. Sci. and I exchanged blows. Soc. Sci. slowly took the advantage. It left me lost and confused in the middle, but I think I was able to make it out after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science is probably what I failed the most miserably to. Even with the help of the calculator, I still didn't stand a chance. Though I was able to stand on my feet until the very end, I was knocked unconcious when I was clost to finishing it. The proctor woke me up ten minutes after the bell rang(not really). I was tired, and eager to finish. I didn't put much thought into C.L. and just beat it over and over again until it gave in. I can finally go to Robinson's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with my allies and we exchanged the information we extracted. Everyone got too addicted to cards. I couldn't elude the annoying 2's of diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robinsons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liu and I delayed our primary objective of reserving spots in Compass when MJ treated us to the arcade. Benji was a strong contender. Maybe because the darn punch button wouldn't work. Warcraft came next. We were all caught in this long campaign. I spent too much time gathering troops. Benji took over after. After several battles, it was the one who could resist fatigue the most that won. Which suprisingly was Yang. or maybe it was Liu. I hope it was Liu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megamall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out of practice. We were playing Tekken 5. Well, I just had one match and was just a spectator for the other matches. Watching their technique, Their strategies and combos, so I can practice during the summer break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it was me, Liu and Khan. We did what we always did. Lose all our money in the arcade, calculate the food prices to see what could fit in our almost non-existing budget, went drinking(water)&lt;----(Khan's comment that day), stared at shiny posters at the cinema and leave in our separate ways at 7:00 before we use up all our travelling money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MRT was a bitch. 1 passed just when I was going down the stairs. 2 passed by but I couldn't enter either of them because it was too crowded inside, and the one I finally entered stopped in the midddle of the track for 5 min. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all separated, but we'll most probably regroup next school year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-111120449519409472?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111120449519409472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=111120449519409472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111120449519409472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111120449519409472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/03/end-of-examination-4-final.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-111010352985170655</id><published>2005-03-06T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T02:05:29.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quest for the fabled Netopia with vacant computers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was r2's birthday party yesterday, for those that didn't know. His birthday was earlier last week... I think. Naturally, there was a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party consisted of r2, Samonte, khan, rika, and me. r2 was party leader and EXP was even share. He lead us to the competitions in Power Station where I finally beat Iggy for the first time in Initial D and Kenji and barely lost against Khan in initial D. Where I got both 1st place and 3rd place in RS: PJ(now 2nd and 4th thanks to khan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he brought us to CPK, where I met and faced my greatest foe, Salad. I could barely get a chunk out of him and was losing until r2 provided support. The pizzas were great though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we began our search for the Netopia With Vacant Computers. The search was long and challenging. We battled the Dairy Queen Blizzard Mascot boss, got some ice cream and were distracted by the treasures of Power Books and Tekken 5 goodness.  Samonte and rika left early.(with r2's OSTs in rika's case)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally settled in Netopia in Robinsons and met rika and Benji in chaos. Like arizel telizure(?) said, Usugi chan(Eios's pet lunatic) is cute. Its's quotes were quite disturbing a few times. Khan kept using charge arrow on me./sob orochi_raziel was a lot stronger than before. Monsters would die before my cursing blink stilleto hit them! I ALMOST leveled up that time. I should have gone for 2 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of the day was in the MRT. I practiced my evasion and balance skills. No seats, no bars, and hugging the door for support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-111010352985170655?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111010352985170655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=111010352985170655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111010352985170655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/111010352985170655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/03/quest-for-fabled-netopia-with-vacant.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-110956974500552022</id><published>2005-02-27T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T21:49:05.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I was riding my bus looking out the window when I saw Khan and r2 walking towards Viramall. They were waving at someone. When the bus went further, I saw that they were waving at Samonte. He waved back and ran towards them in the way people dramatically run slowly towards each other to hug in movies. The image still disturbs me up to now. Next time, I'll just sleep in the bus before I see another scarring sight. I'm glad I can always count on the porn pictures I put between your 32nd and 33rd pages to take my mind of things.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;heh, I just felt like putting that up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-110956974500552022?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110956974500552022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=110956974500552022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110956974500552022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110956974500552022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/02/dear-diary-i-was-riding-my-bus-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-110950092648983612</id><published>2005-02-27T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T03:24:54.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stuffy Noses, Shattered Eardrums, and Heavy Feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up yesterday with a sudden cold. It took me several minutes before I got to breathe through my nose again. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gained 2 base levels with Ashoka! Thanks to Benji and Rika for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE ties and coats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On it's own, the prom sucked. The only positive points I found in the prom itself were the decorations and "freebies". But since I had to pay P1500 admittance fee, I don't think the latter counts. If they used the money on scattered rose petals for better food variety, I would be happy enough. I enjoyed the fudge brownie though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my mom, I ended up having a date. Anela was friendly, but not perky nor too shy. Just right, I guess. Spent most of the time trying to figure out a topic we can talk about rather than talking. Mostly my fault. She likes Warcraft and Starcraft. She's more lively with her friend Mady and Bryan Reyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with Gero, Ferrancol, Joey and CJ at the table. I was the only one who didn't stag. Introductions were repeated several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duran, Eleazar, and Joel took the liberty of taking the empty seats in our table. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Former classmates suddenly remember me for some odd reason. Eleazar and Joel Santos kept nudging me to "make a move" on Anela. Eleazar is one of the primary reasons I ended up dancing. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was good, but I kinda expected better food and more variety. I liked the fudge brownies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at dancing. I managed to avoid falling or stepping on toes, but I still suck. I almost managed to avoid dancing until Yang and Liu showed up. &gt;.&lt; Because "I had friends to dance with", I lost my final stand to avoid dancing. I even ended up dancing twice. Well, its not like I cared much for my dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing spectacular about the music. Not good enough to take note of, but no major mistakes or problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture line was long and I had 2 picture stubs because I got another one when I thought I dropped the first one. I silently slipped the second one in my pocket. It could be a souvineir of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed until the very end at around 12:10. Not many people were left. People were still taking pictures. I lost my... star pillow? and got another one. Gero and Joey were still around. After a re-introduction, the 3 of us talked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan invited us to Dencio's. Bryan and I had some catching up to do since grade 5, Anela wanted to be with her friends, and there was food and no curfew. What else would I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anela and I talked more with Brian and Mady, I saw Brian get hyper and try to bribe the waiter to give him beer. More introductions. Pictures. Illegal car race at the back. Bryan got both Tuna and Pork sisig as well as lemonade and sprite. I knew he wouldn't be able to finish it. Anela and I ended up eating part of the sisig. Though everyone pitched in on the bill, I ended up spending the most. Someone even stole my order. Yet, I still enjoyed it somehow, though I'm not quite sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prom was boring. But what happened on that day was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: Congratulations to Liu for reviving his blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-110950092648983612?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110950092648983612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=110950092648983612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110950092648983612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110950092648983612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/02/stuffy-noses-shattered-eardrums-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-110932743266254135</id><published>2005-02-25T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T02:30:32.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Highly Delayed Anime Xplosion Post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The events were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the open forum&lt;br /&gt;-art contest&lt;br /&gt;-gundam model kit contest&lt;br /&gt;-cosplay competition(this should have been at the top of the list. I blame my train of thought)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent one half of the morning watching an artist paint something  interesting which I later found out was a close up on a brick wall. Bleh, should have known he was a background artist. Shoving expectations aside, his works are pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a booth with someone drawing caricatures of people. It would be interesting to see how mine looked like, but there was a large crowd. Didn't feel like going through the hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the other half of the morning listening to the open forum with some sentai directors. Bleh, I forgot to bring paper to get their autographs and their names. The highlight of the forum was when Sentai Cosplayer(who will now be called SC for the rest of this post since he may be mentioned often. It was either that or nicknaming him "Kanju" which sort of became his catchphrase during the cosplay) asked 3 questions while doing sentai poses and inserting some japanese words and phrases. The reply was a laugh too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Khan and R2 and went on a picture taking spree. whee!&lt;br /&gt;Met Rika nad Criole while taking a picture of 2 cosplayers.&lt;br /&gt;There was a board with some original characters. Some were nice, others were just silly enough to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love conventions. Where else would you find a self-concious Ryu? Kyo with a bow and arrow shouting "CHARGE ARROW!" on stage? A swordie changing his class to a mage? SC shouting "Kanju!" challenging everyone in a costume? intresting facts like, Kyo is really Iori in disguise! Cloud is really Kyo in disguise! Darth Malik is taking volunteers for YATTA! Philippines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took pictures of cosplayers during the cosplay parade. May or may not put up pictures depending on my laziness. Bah, announcer couldn't pronounce the names right! R2's camera battery died before the good cosplayers showed up. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosplayers to take note of:&lt;br /&gt;- Bijou with a very large moveable claw&lt;br /&gt;- Edward Elrik(Full Metal Alchemist) with the metal arm and all&lt;br /&gt;- Naruto character with full sized puppet(bad execution though...)&lt;br /&gt;- gunbound character with dragon/tricycle&lt;br /&gt;- Darth Malik complete with voice and lightsaber(never played the game so I'm not sure how accurate the voice was. Sounded great though!)&lt;br /&gt;- LOTR Orc (It just looked great)&lt;br /&gt;- the large One Piece group&lt;br /&gt;- Macross(actual size) and Voltes V(not actual size)&lt;br /&gt;- others, I just don't remember(maybe if I had a chance to post last weekend...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the intercession after the cosplay parade:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bijou was caging people for pictures, heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kyo" was interested in R2's Hsu and Chan comics. They talked(mostly about Maximum Impact)and he imitated some of Iori's attacks(Kyo doing Yaotome... something no one may ever see in a KOF game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R2 got his magazine adds signed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were riding on the dragon/tricycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosplayers were battling on stage(especially SC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intercession was just great. I shouldn't have left at 7:15. I was able to get permission to stay until 8:00, but by then, it was mostly empty and eventless. I was able to here the cosplay parade though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st - gunbound character&lt;br /&gt;2nd - LOTR Orc&lt;br /&gt;3rd - Yuna&lt;br /&gt;the other winners:&lt;br /&gt;- Macross&lt;br /&gt;- Voltes V&lt;br /&gt;- Mimi's digimon(what was it called again? argh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the other 2 winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got FLCL vol. 2 and Ragnarok: Into The Abyss vol.6!(about time)&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------and that's my con report. like I said earlier: It was fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-110932743266254135?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110932743266254135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=110932743266254135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110932743266254135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110932743266254135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/02/highly-delayed-anime-xplosion-post-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-110826516104594357</id><published>2005-02-12T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T23:05:48.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Final Kabihasnan... as a student at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All other sections went off to assist their respective booths while my section had to partake in a reach-out which I later learned was voluntary. "Thank you for volunteering in this optional reach out" he said. Mr. Antonil just dragged us into it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tado, the kid I was assigned to wasn't that bad even though he went to the CR on his own and I have no idea if he was still clean or not. He found the sandwich in my jacket pocket and wanted it for his own but didn't notice the mp3 player in the same pocket. hehe. I wasn't hungry anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else spent P100+ on toys while all I had to do was let the kid ride the dinosaur and buy him a snack. P52 if I remember correctly. The kids just went back to the retreat house on their own from what I heard. I just followed Tado and ended up there almost exactly when we were supposed to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer lab line was too long. bah. Went to Netopia instead. Liberation of the Snarks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liu got his own Initial D card now! Yay! I got another 3rd place ranking in Rival Schools. I lost another match against Iggy in Initial D *sob* I died too early in Time Crisis.*sob again* Liu and I forgot where we ate last time we were at Shang. Bah. I spent more money than I intended to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Kabihasnan stay: 6:45-7:30&lt;br /&gt;Intended stay: 6:45-12:30&lt;br /&gt;Escapes from catchers: 5&lt;br /&gt;# of times caught:0&lt;br /&gt;Escapes from stampers: 7 times, same person&lt;br /&gt;Times stamped: once, sneaky bastard.&lt;br /&gt;# of tickets bought for shooting gallery: 1&lt;br /&gt;# of targets hit in shooting gallery: 0 -_-a&lt;br /&gt;# of drinks bought: too many, sun too hot&lt;br /&gt;# of water gun refills: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, I spent most of the time resting by the jail booth. Most probably because Jam was the first person I found.&lt;br /&gt;Benji brought his cousin along. Bea, I think. Jam kept saying she was Benji's girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahahahaha, its a nice thought watching the field demo rather than being in it. Baaad parents, showing a bad example to their kids. How many times did the announcers tell them to move backwards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said it several times back then, I'll say it again: White is the color of hope! White! Not green! Green is the color of nature, envy, and pr0n!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute kids with the peace signs/hubcaps/cut paper plates tied to their necks dancing. Spent most of the time talking with Benji and trying to find out what Benji was telling Bea. Artoo CANNOT fit in that airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Mijo, Khan, and Artoo and lost Benji and Bea at the shooting gallery. This was the one time I tried and failed to hit the targets. Roche made a guest appearance on the back curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Netopia and played with the snarks and gravity setting in Half-life. I'm sure Khan and Artoo didn't mind. /gg Runes joined but we didn't find Liu anywhere 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan ambush and spray Khan failed because we didn't see him. Artoo was too intent on tracking down Artoo and Samonte. Benji was too addicted to the shooting gallery. I like orange flavored snow cones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khan and Samonte along with two others who I did not recognize were "wandering around the campus aimlessly"(stealing overdose posters). They managed to get a fricking banner. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was mostly talking afterwards with the addition of Joey Billedo, Mijo, and Alan Silos later on. No one recognized this guy in a green shirt chatting with us. o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee, another wall clinging experience in the MRT. People should stop hogging the vertical bars. I'm tired of falling on inappropriate places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-110826516104594357?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110826516104594357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=110826516104594357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110826516104594357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110826516104594357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/02/final-kabihasnan.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-110698179536762473</id><published>2005-01-28T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T22:56:35.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Retreat, Reco, KOF, Si Sir, Mam, Musika, and after. couldn't help but post about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One note about the retreat: School and prison are more similar than I thought. and that's saying a lot. The prison looks like a school campus. 0.o I should have brought more money. I was thinking they'd just sell small keychains or something. *sob* the dragon sculpture was 300. A far cry from what I brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "interaction partner" left after  giving me a short speech on how and why I shouldn't end up like him which I somehow believe he has rehearsed and repeated to every interaction he participated in. After that, he just simply left and never came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher from the prison offered to become a replacement for my "interaction partner". Benji bugged me quite a lot because of this, hehe. I had to share someone's partner whenever he was busy, though. Quite a different experience compared to the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things I can use to describe my experience when leaving: It's a lot like Prontera or Divisoria. I felt like an Acolyte with no SP surrounded by flooders. I was relieved when I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHAHA, I can beat two of Benji's characters in a row using Iori. I'm not sure wheather to describe my matches against Benji as serious battles, or a chance to watch DM and SDM animations. Yaotome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say about the reco? not much. Roche is an ass. Food was good. Comments on the retreat written on my journal is just a few paragraphs above. One activity we had to do is to think of what we want to appear on our tombstones. Here are two possibilities of what could appear on mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know: I'm dead&lt;br /&gt;For those looking for wise sayings: check next tombstone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought is nice, but mourning doesn't really doing anything. Try doing something useful, like building a 20 ft. tall gold statue in memorial of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Sir, Si Mam, at ang Musika: a showcase of talents or a chance for students to laugh at their teachers? You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true goal of the teachers who participated on the performance is to blind us, isn't it? Imagine all the highschool teachers you know wearing miniskirts and strapless tops singing "Ako'y Kikay" or whatever the son is called. If I have to have that mental image, everyone has to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New quote of Mr. Antonil: "Ha, Ha, Ha, Mayaman ako!" *waves money*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got third place in Rival Schools:PJ! Either I'm getting better, or they just reset the scores. 650000 (or was it 65000?) just seemed too easy to get. After all, I did it in 15 minutes. I most probably could have gotten first place if I didn't purposely lose so I could put up RAZ in the rankings before 7:30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-110698179536762473?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110698179536762473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=110698179536762473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110698179536762473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110698179536762473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/retreat-reco-kof-si-sir-mam-musika-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-110483862745406687</id><published>2005-01-04T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T03:37:07.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time goes quickly during vacation but tread slowly during school.&lt;br /&gt;Those Science and Math lectures are connected to time, I tell you. They CONTROL time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stolen from Khan's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's Inferno Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brand new year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic view: One more year to live and experience. More possibilities, chances and choices to go through. Possibilities of something great happening. Another chance to finish everything I wanted to do in the past year. More choices for me to make to open new paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessimistic view: Another year of problems. I have to go through everything over again. I have to go through another year carrying the burden and scars from last year only to gain new ones. People say it's a new start but they really don't mean it. They still remember what you did to them last year, and they will hold it against you this year. Mistakes carry over to the next year while people easily forget what little good happened at the last. Why do we celebrate New Year's again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-110483862745406687?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110483862745406687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=110483862745406687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110483862745406687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110483862745406687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/time-goes-quickly-during-vacation-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-110456769660213136</id><published>2004-12-31T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T00:21:36.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quizzes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Lucifer" src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/misc/1052232922_HangelsLucifer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucifer: Angel of the starlight, you are often&lt;br /&gt;confused with being evil in your quiet&lt;br /&gt;contemplations... Underneath it all you are&lt;br /&gt;actually the most beautiful angel of all, and&lt;br /&gt;God likes u more... the others are just&lt;br /&gt;jealous. What do they know anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/misc/quizzes/Which%20Angel%20Lays%20Within%20You?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Which Angel Lays Within You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Green Tea" src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nekokittychi/1078297665_esGreenTea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Tea...&lt;br /&gt;You are Green Tea!&lt;br /&gt;Strong and very smart you prefer peace to violence&lt;br /&gt;and very rarely take action if it involves&lt;br /&gt;confrontation. But you make up for this with&lt;br /&gt;your keen insight and understanding of the&lt;br /&gt;world and people around you, you have a very&lt;br /&gt;mysterious nature. Many people see you as laid&lt;br /&gt;back and that may be true but you are very&lt;br /&gt;intelligent and make good decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nekokittychi/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20Tea%20are%20you?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;What type of Tea are you? {-With Anime Pictures!-}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Shadow" src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nekokittychi/1075171744_zzesShadow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your element is Shadow: Indifferent, unusual,&lt;br /&gt;gentle and a complete mystery. No one tends to&lt;br /&gt;know quite what to think of you because you&lt;br /&gt;camouflage your emotions so incredibly well,&lt;br /&gt;almost as well as your thoughts. You are&lt;br /&gt;unpredictable in that no one knows exactly what&lt;br /&gt;your going to do or what your capable of and&lt;br /&gt;you've made sure they never will. You are quite&lt;br /&gt;the wallflower but deep down inside is a kind&lt;br /&gt;and very intelligent person. You are capable of&lt;br /&gt;love but unless you let some light into your&lt;br /&gt;shadowed life you'll have a hard time with your&lt;br /&gt;relationships. People are a mystery only&lt;br /&gt;because they all seem too superficial, you&lt;br /&gt;would rather be somewhere else, away from all&lt;br /&gt;the noise perhaps putting your feelings into a&lt;br /&gt;form of art, maybe writing your feelings into a&lt;br /&gt;poem or journal, or perhaps painting a picture.&lt;br /&gt;The shadows make you feel comfortable and you&lt;br /&gt;don't like to step outside your comfort zone or&lt;br /&gt;let anyone else in, the spotlight terrifies&lt;br /&gt;you. You are truly a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nekokittychi/quizzes/.:-What%20is%20your%20true%20element?-:."&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;.:-What is your true element?-:. -With Anime Pictures and detailed answers-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Pundit Blogger!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/pundit-blogger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your blog is smart, insightful, and always a quality read.&lt;br /&gt;Truly appreciated by many, surpassed by only a few&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/bloggerquiz.html"&gt;What kind of blogger are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8eb5a6c)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/strawbrrywishes23/1103923226_eswindgirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Your Hidden Power Is &lt;b&gt;Wind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a twisted soul. You change your&lt;br /&gt;directions and mind easily. Your beauty is you&lt;br /&gt;over powering feature. But many enemies are&lt;br /&gt;surprised by your beauty and your great power&lt;br /&gt;to control wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gem Stone:&lt;/b&gt; Amethist, &lt;b&gt;Eye&lt;br /&gt;Color:&lt;/b&gt;Grey Blue,&lt;b&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/b&gt;Grey that&lt;br /&gt;goes to your shoulder Blades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt;And if the cloud bursts, thunder&lt;br /&gt;in your ear&lt;br /&gt;You shout and no one seems to hear.&lt;br /&gt;And if the band you're in starts playing different&lt;br /&gt;tunes&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/strawbrrywishes23/quizzes/What%20Is%20Your%20True%20Hidden%20Power?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What Is Your True Hidden Power? .::Beautiful Anime Pics::.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*eye twitches* beauty? there must be some mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="bell" src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/starlitnight38/1103924249_elldandy10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You,re a very depressed, lonely person. Something&lt;br /&gt;happened to you that changed your point of view&lt;br /&gt;on life or maybe you always been this way. You&lt;br /&gt;don't have any friends because you dont see the&lt;br /&gt;point in making them they will just leave&lt;br /&gt;anyway so why bother or maybe you just dont&lt;br /&gt;want them. But try and stay positive there are&lt;br /&gt;people who love you, so dont push them away&lt;br /&gt;they just want to help. You might be scared to&lt;br /&gt;make friends because you think they might hurt&lt;br /&gt;you, but they won't, good friends always stay&lt;br /&gt;together so try and make some. Also Please&lt;br /&gt;Send Pics!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/starlitnight38/quizzes/Whats%20Your%20Personality(with%20PICS)/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Whats Your Personality(with PICS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belldandy and depression? The pic and the result doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="If an Electric Dragon flies by your house, all the electic appliences over surge and your TV flickers..." src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/Iceangel143/1073227864_uresyellow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your an electric Dragon! Well, Well, Well, Speedy!&lt;br /&gt;Electic dragons are just do darn quick, which&lt;br /&gt;means you must be quick at something. Whether&lt;br /&gt;its running, swimming, or answering questions,&lt;br /&gt;you are super speed. But of course, &lt;strong&gt;you have a&lt;br /&gt;craze for video games or computers&lt;/strong&gt;. You can&lt;br /&gt;play amazingly at any game or at least try to.&lt;br /&gt;Go you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Iceangel143/quizzes/What%20elemental%20dragon%20are%20you?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What elemental dragon are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace. Somewhere, you've picked up a real piece&lt;br /&gt;that most of the rest of us just don't have.&lt;br /&gt;You're not inclined to hurt anyone or allow&lt;br /&gt;yourself to be hurt by meaningless words. You&lt;br /&gt;are very lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/WingzofNocte/quizzes/What"&gt;What's on the inside? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="You are Sir Bedevere! Wise and creative, you are able to counsel others as well as come up with some really ingenious plans of attack...sort of." src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/montypythonrules/1041708544_esbedevere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Sir Bedevere! Wise and creative, you are&lt;br /&gt;able to counsel others as well as come up with&lt;br /&gt;some really ingenious plans of attack...sort&lt;br /&gt;of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/montypythonrules/quizzes/Which%20Monty%20Python%20&amp;%20the%20Holy%20Grail%20Character%20are%20you%20REALLY?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Which Monty Python &amp;amp; the Holy Grail Character are you REALLY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-110456769660213136?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110456769660213136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=110456769660213136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110456769660213136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110456769660213136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2004/12/quizzes-lucifer-angel-of-starlight-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-110448946011979816</id><published>2004-12-31T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T23:23:01.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Belated Merry Christmas and advanced Happy New Year to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was fun! I was pulled out of the computer while I was about to finish off another golem in RO because we had to go to a relatives house to party! And when I say party, that means sitting alone in a corner of the room eating my third plate because there was nothing left to do! It was fun! I had to stay awake until two, because I might miss something happening, and I was right! If I slept, I wouldn't have seen the dust passing my eyes taking the color of a hardly visible fireworks show! I don't know what I would have done if I missed seeing that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravages of Time roXXorz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun taunting Dahaka at the catacombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RO wish list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- slotted thief's clothes/ ninja suit&lt;br /&gt;- 3 fine grits&lt;br /&gt;- some way to stop enemies from teleporting&lt;br /&gt;- ability to PK&lt;br /&gt;- immunity to lag&lt;br /&gt;- snake card/ whatever card that gives a chance to silence enemies by 5%&lt;br /&gt;- item requirements for rogues&lt;br /&gt;- 5 extra skill points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen quizzes later or tommorow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-110448946011979816?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110448946011979816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=110448946011979816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110448946011979816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110448946011979816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2004/12/belated-merry-christmas-and-advanced.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-110350885464831032</id><published>2004-12-19T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T18:14:14.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, back in RO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left elder willows for magnolias and got a magnolia canrd on the 3rd one I killed. I found more people problems in Payon caves level 3 than I ever got at elder forest. (that was my EXP! If you didn't interfere, I could have leveled up twice yesterday! *sniff*) Antonio wasn't what I expected. I was thinking he would be a lot stronger. Instead, the darn thing teleports. *sigh* I fought him 5 times but only killed him twice because of that skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People just don't understand that coercing acolytes and priests won't make it easier for them to get free heals. Idiots. My "I will not request for heal. I will regenerate on my own because I respect acolytes and I know how hard it is for them to deal with others" message suprisingly still works. I still get free heals and buffs because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I can handle 1 munak/bongun. as long as another one won't appear before I kill one! Yes, I can handle hodes. I'm just not very effective in tanking. Of course I've massacred Santa Porings. They just won't give up their santa hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got a new layout. Now if only I can fix my photoshop pic so I can replace the banner pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-110350885464831032?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110350885464831032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=110350885464831032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110350885464831032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110350885464831032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2004/12/ah-back-in-ro-i-left-elder-willows-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-110317271638579501</id><published>2004-12-15T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T20:51:56.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another christmas party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another day to watch my class teams lose and to try to get a decent amount of food before my class finishes it. For some odd reason, artoo and the others thought it was dismissal at 9:20 just because the bell rang. The food was cold. But then again, it was in a cold room for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, the christmas party signifies one thing: the beggining of christmas vacation. I'm wasting a lot of money to celebrate for it too. Chatting to people just a few seats away online, updating this barely living blog which no one bothers going to anymore, gathering items from the advent calendar at neopets and playing RO. The usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a 50% chance to gain my priveleges for the computer and PS2 and have a true feel of this break and a 50% chance to spend the entire vacation sitting on my bed staring blankly into space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should try changing my layout while I still have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-110317271638579501?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110317271638579501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=110317271638579501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110317271638579501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110317271638579501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2004/12/another-christmas-party-another-day-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-110276407126129789</id><published>2004-12-11T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T03:21:11.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Posting to keep my blog alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that I study in "a sorting room of a paper mill" thanks to the library and Benji. Is that where all the VRs and SDRs come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently waiting for anothe idiotic event of La Salle's to start so I don't have to waste P53 on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is online when I am. /sob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People unconciously seek memories to keep them in their state of emotion, whether they like it or not. I have no idea what possesses others to do so. It explains why some people are hard to convince, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-110276407126129789?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110276407126129789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=110276407126129789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110276407126129789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110276407126129789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2004/12/posting-to-keep-my-blog-alive-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-110101712997537055</id><published>2004-11-20T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T22:05:29.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A time to smell the breeze, stretch out legs, feel the drizzling rain, and sleep during the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I left around 12 and took adavantage of the time to get used to RS again. I can now pull off Hayato's stick combo multiple times ending with either DF + P or "Not good enough"! I can finally use Super Cross Cutter, that somersault super, and that launcher super of Kyosuke at the same combo! I can more or less handle Zaki! I had P200 in my card, but I only had 1 playthrough before I had to leave at 1:30. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was drizzling on the way so I jsut took of my jacket for a while and enjoyed it on my way to LSGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play was... average. The backgrounds were good. I only saw 1 comical scene. Nothing unplanned happened. Everything else just more or less followed each scene in the book. Khan was right. There is no point of going to the play when you read the book. I could have spent more time in Power Station or Netopia.&lt;br /&gt;good points: "aww" inducing scenes. That one comical scene and seeing Ms. Santos(math teacher) act. It just makes math class a bit more interesting. An excuse to leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;bad points: Nothing to note about. It was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I bought Treskada and Beerka Dos for 235 in Robinsons then went to Megamall to experience "so close, yet so far away" moments. I went to Comic Quest(?) and saw FLCL in stock. It was P650 and I only had 550 left. I start to regret buying Beerka Dos. I go to Comic Alley and see Gensomaden Saiyuki 2. It was P800. I start to regret going to Power Plant. &gt;.&lt; I ended up buying Into The Abyss vol. 4 instead. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-110101712997537055?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110101712997537055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=110101712997537055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110101712997537055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110101712997537055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2004/11/time-to-smell-breeze-stretch-out-legs.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-110067715376770985</id><published>2004-11-16T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T21:38:57.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Class Guidance replaced Computer. bleh. There goes extra 30-50 mins. of internet time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guidance Personality test result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People with INTP preferences use their thinking to find the principles underlying whatever ideas come into their awareness. They rely on thinking to develop these principles to anticipate consequences. As a result, they are logical, analytical, and objectively critical. They are likely to focus more on ideas than the person behind the ideas.&lt;br /&gt;They organize ideas and knowledge rather than situations or people, unless they must for the sake of their work. In the field of ideas they are intensely curious. Socially, they tend to have a small circle of close friends, and like being with others who enjoy discussing ideas. THey can become so absorbed with an idea that they can ignore or lose track of external circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;Depending on their interests, INTPs are good at pure science, research, mathematics, or engineering; they may become scholars, teachers, or abstract thinkers in fields such as economics, philosophy, or psychology. They are more interested in the challenge of reaching solutions to problems than of seeing the solutions put to practical use.&lt;br /&gt;Although they excel in analyzing what is wrong with an idea, it is harder for INTPs to express appreciation. But if they try, they will find it helpful on the job as well as in personal relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually agree with some of those statements. It is accurate! hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the results of the POIS(interests) and the (abilities test, I forgot what it was called).&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 things about the results I strongly disagree on: My physical/outdoor abilities are high!? I only get 282 in interest in Technology? Well, technology was in the same category as science and some other subject. I guess that's excusable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-110067715376770985?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110067715376770985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=110067715376770985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110067715376770985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/110067715376770985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2004/11/class-guidance-replaced-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-109946744944479839</id><published>2004-11-02T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T23:37:29.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished Onimusha 3 and I'm on the 2nd disk of Star Ocean:Until the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the new panda oni gauntlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(alley in Paris)&lt;br /&gt;*Samanosuke appears from portal and looks around*&lt;br /&gt;*looks at panda*&lt;br /&gt;*close-up on panda*&lt;br /&gt;The magic power! It's gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle turns psycho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Samanosuke slashes blob in sewers*&lt;br /&gt;*Michelle shoots blob behind Samanosuke... again and again until it dies*&lt;br /&gt;*while blob is in dying animation, Michelle lobs a granade at blob*&lt;br /&gt;*Michelle tosses another granade*&lt;br /&gt;*repeats throwing granades until Samanosuke goes to the next area*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacques runs too many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*5 rolling genma go towards Jacques*&lt;br /&gt;*Jacques sidesteps and goes to next area*&lt;br /&gt;*Ninjas appear around Jacques*&lt;br /&gt;*Jacques saves at mirror then cuts the plants before proceeding to the next area*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finish the exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished! Finally! *collapses on desk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get addicted to the creation sidequest in SO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fayt cooking*&lt;br /&gt;*failed*&lt;br /&gt;*load game*&lt;br /&gt;*Fayt cooking*&lt;br /&gt;*failed*&lt;br /&gt;*load game*&lt;br /&gt;*Fayt cooking*&lt;br /&gt;*failed*&lt;br /&gt;*load game*&lt;br /&gt;*Fayt cooking*&lt;br /&gt;*failed*&lt;br /&gt;*load game*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find out how long I've been gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*opens several frequently visited websites*&lt;br /&gt;What is all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I go Trick or Treating in Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some person: is that for your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;me: ...nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some other person: aren't you too old to go around trick or treating?&lt;br /&gt;me: the body is, but the mind is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically what happened to me so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-109946744944479839?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109946744944479839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=109946744944479839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/109946744944479839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/109946744944479839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-back-i-finished-onimusha-3-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666089.post-109732938177480779</id><published>2004-10-09T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T06:43:01.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>r2, I told you to stop jumping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt an earthquake last night. While everyone else were doing things done during an earthquake, I was fighting a foreigner so I can recover a kitten in Numata-cho. I'm an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in St. Mont-Michel(?). How do you get past the red door? How do you open the chest in the 2nd dark realm? What do I do with the Green Orb? meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the chance to play at the powerstation in Powerplant! I have my name in the 1st and 2nd place in the rankings of Rival Schools: PJ. heh. Its official. I can beat the computer Momo with Kurow! I still had 1/5 of my lifebar left! Kurow has a lot of potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666089-109732938177480779?l=rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/109732938177480779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6666089&amp;postID=109732938177480779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/109732938177480779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666089/posts/default/109732938177480779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidninjamonkeys.blogspot.com/2004/10/r2-i-told-you-to-stop-jumping-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>Raziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
