Kingdom Hearts II

A scattered dream that's like a far-off memory.
A far-off memory that's like and scattered dream.
I wanna line the pieces up-
Yours and mine...



Kingdom Hearts 2 is addictive. I can play the game an entire night without feeling sleepy as if I've been shut with Morphine. Apparently, games have a greater physical effect on me than coffee and stimulant drugs. Too bad I've finally programmed myself to prioritize school and take it sickly seriously. One day, I'll make a complete Reconaissance on the Organization XIII and beat the game TWICE! First time is made from bits of scratches and failures, the second time with a back-up walkthrough and thorough gaming experience of this Square-Enix masterpiece.

Voice Without Words

Let's see... Twist and Shorty invited me to join FilCosplay and actually participate in one of their cosplaying events. Fun but I lack resources and accessories. It'd be very fun to dress up as Beatrix from FFIX or Yuna but their outfits demand hard-to-find material and custom made sewing patterns. Back in my RO days though, I've dreamt of dressing up as either a Knight or an Alchemist. But both choices are too...wild. Traditionally, a knight's armor would weigh at least 80kg. Chain mails are lighter yet are useless against sharp projectiles such as spears and arrows. Good thing Kuya Wine's a wide reader. He's a walking yet less substantial version of Wikipedia.

Though I prefer to be solitary, I'm also thankful I have pain relievers. They're called friends. Shorty and Migs are of the few deviants and friends I have. They make me feel human and socially accepted. To be born in a society where oddballs like us are discriminated is very frustrating. In fact we're even more prejudiced than homosexuals. They're far more annoying if you ask me.

I also have destiny to thank that my Zhou Xun too is a deviant. He thinks in ways out of conformity's orbit. I have him always by my side to make my woes his and his agony my own. He understands even without the use of questions and intrigue, not even words are needed. I cherish my Zhou Xun so much. He is the fragile fragment of my existence.

Gothic and Symphonic metal are my preference especially those lead by a female vocalist. Examples are Lacuna Coil, Nightwish and the local Saydie. Newcomers to my taste are Leaves' Eyes and Kittie. Might as well taste time samples!

Cliche says one must strike whilst the iron is hot, yet some things unlike iron need to to cool off first before being. Some people should never be treated like iron.

Jolly Jolly

I'm sorry I didn't mean to melt her face off
I'm sorry I didn't mean to burn her hair
Sorry's all you can fuckin' say
All the tears that you cry will never bring her back
All the tears that you cry, now she's gone
You tore my doll apart
-Saydie, Vylet

Finally, I'm now a regular Journalism student. It's hard to believe I've spent my freshman year being in two courses I've never dreamt of taking up.

A-207 is a jolly bunch! Compared to those in Broadcasting, they're loud and quiet at the right places and times. Pretty much balanced. A bit of wild and a bit of conservative, a bit full of jokes and a bit full of sense. I'm very much relieved I'll be classmates with Neo and Tony. Two people whom are very conspicuous non-conformists, they think ans speak in ways defying from the norm.

They have introduced to me a new friend. His name's Alcon and he too is from Legal Studies. Insinuatingly, I judge people from how their names sound, and Alcon is a name I've only heard now. People with unlikely names somehow intrigue me... But of course my Zhou Xun is an exception!

Ironically though, the title of this post contradict with the verse above and the song it was taken from. Even so, Kathy Taylor's such a babe...

Pokemon

Pokemon - Gotta Catch 'em All

I remember eight years ago; that was back in 1999. I was a very insane fanatic of the hit Japanese anime series Pokemon. Yet all things must come to and end. Less than a year later, I quit everything about Pokemon. The TV series, trading cards, action figures, even the GameBoy games. I finished the Blue version at least ten times (all with Charmander as the starting Pokemon) before I put my GameBoy Color aside.

Then just last night, Carlo texted me saying he was playing the Blue version of Pokemon again. Somehow, that brought back memories. even after eight years, I feel I want to play the game again. It's like Pokemon is calling back to me like a child calling for its mother.

Next on the item list will have to be a second-hand GameBoy Advance SP. Then I'll purchase Silver, FireRed and Ruby versions. Mostly I am curious with the Ruby version since it contains an entirely new roster of Pokemon to catch. I want to feel like a beginning Pokemon Trainer again... Imagination is a wonderful thing.

666

June 6th, 2006 or simply 06/06/06

666 - Satan's number that was said to bring upon darkness and evil. I was once Satanophobic a long time ago yet I've learned to overcome that fear. But it has not evolved to satanism either. It never crossed my mind to become a Satan worshipper.

I understand how 13 can ever become an unlucky number. It is not a multiple of any number and for some reason no one can explain, this number is simply conspicuous when placed among other numbers. I'm not Triskadekaphobic* in the first place. But how could 666 be the devil's number? Why hadn't bothered to read the Bible? I'm not an AntiChrist yet I just never bothered...

*Triskadekaphobic - Fear of the number 13

Here are my other phobias just for those readers to know:
Insectophobia - fear of insects
Arachnophobia - fear of spiders
Arithomophobia - fear of numbers (I hate Math!)
Hemophobia - fear of blood
Necrophobia - fear of death and corpses
Homophobia - fear of homosexuals

Lastly, I don't fear gay men. I just despise them especially those crossdressing freaks. But I'm fine with lesbians though. I wouldn't be a fan of t.A.T.u. in the first place.

My cousin Trissa once said that if a date when its corresponding numbers are all the same comes e.g. 1/1/01, 2/2/02, 3/3/03 and so on and on and on, it's the pefect opportunity to make a wish. Yet the wishes should still be likely and possible to your circumstances. But since today is the devil's day, how about I have my wishes a little more...special? I wish all the beings I have loathed and abhored will perish from this world for eternity.

These are the people whom I'd very much want to die:
-My traitorous classmate who stole my Nokia 3350 back in 4th year High School
-The low-life who pickpocketed my treasured Nokia 3120
-My pennyless bastard of a classmate who lost my Motorola phone and still refused to pay
-*People below the poverty line who choose mendicancy over labor
-Corrupt politicians of the Philippines
-Everyone in Level Up! Games Inc. Greedy malcontent pigs
-Every mugger, street thug, pickpocket and low-life
-Britney Spears and Hillary Duff

How I wish my fucked up ex-boyfriend Sonny would die as well. It's also to avenge his other ex-girlfriends that he merely played with and made cock-and-bull stories out of. I'm sorry I thought radically ill of you, Myka, even if I hadn't actually known you. Fatefully, I hope you read this.

*About these people below the poverty line, Seis once said a very rational statement about them.
"These poor people! They already know they're poor yet what do they still do? Fuck and make more children!"

Happy Birthday

Life is but a passing dream, but the death that follows is eternal.

I know this is late but I have to post about my 18th birthday! And maybe write my very first June entry to date! Just this one last month and Lunette Reverie will finally be a year old! Advanced Happy Birthday, Lunette! ^^

May 27th, 2006. Eighteen years after May 27th, 1988. That day was my 18th birthday. My transcendance to adulthood. Now I am open to more rights and capabilities. I'm now at the legal age to drink, drive, read FHM and watch R-18 films!

Basically I didn't know how it exactly feels to finally grow into an adult. Right now even after a week has passed, I still feel like a teenager. Hell I never felt like a teenager. I never felt like an immature kid either. All I felt was myself. I never knew what defined a teenager since I was hradly updated in trends. I am a non-conformist and a proud defiant after all. The bandwagon is as bloody as an executioner's axe.

The venue of my birthday was at Dang Maria's. It was sad that none of my friends could come. They were held up by personal problems but I can't blame them either way. I could still enjoy the party even without their physical company. Greetings are enough.

Finally, I had my eighteen roses and had all the wishes I could have. Thanks. They will help tremendously but my fate is still in my own hands.

I opened one of the gifts and was surprised to see a Digicam. Wow. Pops actually took my request seriously when I only asked him jokingly a few days before my birthday. Mom told me to ask for something useful. A necessity. Originally I had a GameBoy Advance SP in mind. Yet since I'm aware that Pops is working hard, even too hard for us, I don't even bother to reciprocate with good grades or a god behavior at least. Now the least damaging I can do for him is ask for something useful. Something that will aid in my career as a journalist. A digital camera.

That very night I promised Pops that one day I will become editor-in-chief or at least a high ranking icon in a newspaper company and become a known journalist then eventually a novelist. I've been hording so many story ideas in my mind and my best friend the notebook. Wanna know what's inside? 20 years from now! I'm not a fan of spoilers!

I guess it's time I introduce my pen to its brother, the digital camera. Together, we shall create astounding articles...

My birthday party ended happily and tearfully. It was hard to believe this day ended as quickly as it had begun. Yet I have no regrets. There was nothing to cry of in the first place.

A week-late happy birthday to me.