tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51930562011-04-22T06:13:04.057+08:00CelesteFem,15, a junior in h.s. I write constantly for my stories. from notebooks to stray pieces of paper that can be anything (read: receipts, manuals,novels,plastic(highly not advisable but I didn't have anything else) etc.)
I think that I can live knowing that I've written something only few people have read and loved. Although I am a spoiled brat, for my passion of writing, I can live without the creature comforts that I know of, just paper and pen, & maybe a nice little cottage South of France.Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comBlogger1371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1086258399764141632004-06-03T18:25:00.000+08:002004-06-03T18:26:39.763+08:00OrSem
So yesterday was my orientations seminar, in college lingo: My ORSEM. It was pretty fun. Once I realized that the speakers were boring I drifted off, daydreaming that I had super powers and I suddenly woke up in Viggo Mortensen's bed, with the delicious man in it of course.
Ah well, I'm too...I dunno... updating isn't the first thing I think of nowadays...Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1085047008831680572004-05-20T17:32:00.000+08:002004-05-20T19:24:33.070+08:00I'm back
...well, sort of.
Instead of going through the circus ring of explanations that can perform as well as a truly limping clown, I would just pass on explaining myself why I wasn't posting (but it will be said, sooner or later).
I have enrolled myself in MC, and yeah I can hear the "Oh the SHAME!" at either the back of my head or just my back... God knows how many peers of mine Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1083302454889651282004-04-30T13:20:00.000+08:002004-04-30T13:25:05.950+08:00Mild Distraction
So it being summer, the frequency of my entries should be at the same rate as the reproduction of bunnies, however unfortunate ( or maybe fortunate for the some or lot of yah) I haven't been updating and frankly with the shitload being dumped on me by the powers that be that I call Fate, I can't really deal with much as of now.
Thanks elsie-pooh, for being there when the Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1081737725113554582004-04-12T10:42:00.000+08:002004-04-12T10:45:51.936+08:00Summer Journalling
So, I'm just about ready to strangle my monitor out of the duly recognized frustration of never getting past meerca chase and earning a well deserved score eof over 500, it's a curse, I tell you, a curse.
Speaking of curses, I can find that there’s a usual summer curse over the journaling world, at least on my side there is. It starts with one ljer’s quiz. Then it starts Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1080932885029457622004-04-03T03:08:00.000+08:002004-04-03T03:15:19.950+08:00 Seventeen
It's my birthday today. I'm seventeen. Wow, I can now sing Mandy's song "Seventeen" without the feeling that this isn't right because I'm only sixteen. :P
Half of my day would be spent training in Prosec. Would you believe that? I'm actually "training" because I have a "job". Quotation marks of course are the clear emphasis on how being an adult is so utterly foreign to me. :)Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1080760526463693152004-04-01T03:15:00.000+08:002004-04-01T03:20:37.763+08:00Jobness
I know, I know. I haven't updated here twice in one day ever since last summer, but still, I have bouncy news. :)
I have a job interview tomorrow!
I mean *checks watch* today, I have a job interview today. I spoke with Katz
Zeta that I couldn't make it on Tuesday, and I thought, this is it, my short
lived working career. But it all worked out, she said I can come on Thursday,
2-Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1080754358706834452004-04-01T01:32:00.000+08:002004-04-01T01:36:10.560+08:00 State
Oh my god, I may go to a good school as yet. First of all the links:
Dreaded Reason
Dreaded path
I can't believe that there's a chance for me to go to UP. I know that all my life I've been babbling about Ateneo, the combination of prestige and quality is a deadly alluring one for someone like me. Although, I didn't know where it started, but the allure of the University of the Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1080681269960324882004-03-31T05:14:00.000+08:002004-03-31T05:25:01.090+08:00old
I think of what time means for kids at the age of 4, 5 or 6 or if anything,
does time mean that much for them at all. I wonder if time was only a second
though, maybe a third. That all the time in the world was for fun and play.
I wonder what time means for people 7-12, do they think that it's the time
to pick your social status, the time to pick your own stereotype or the time
to Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1080679437754552232004-03-31T04:43:00.000+08:002004-03-31T04:47:28.310+08:00Daydreams of age
I'm on my bed, my arms wrapped around my legs. My back curved. I'm neither dressed nor naked, but pins of air prick my back for a moment and every surface that's exposed to it. I lie down and then bleed. The sheets could've been stained by cherry juice or soda, but it wasn't, the bed was stained with me. I position myself, like Christ on the cross and let myself out. The Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1080557965469310652004-03-29T18:59:00.000+08:002004-03-29T19:02:53.966+08:00Things that irritate me:
a. My current job with my father's company
b. The job that I'm applying for in which takes a whole chunk of time my
parents may not be willing to allow me
c. The fact that I didn't get my report card which would lead to
d. My 2nd reconsideration letter to ateneo that needs to have a copy of my
latest grades will either be from the 3rd quarter or void and nil and theCookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1080156363112228842004-03-25T03:26:00.000+08:002004-03-25T03:37:31.140+08:00Rediscovery
There are some things I rediscovered when I'm not bothered with detailed
schoolwork that will probably predict the rest of my life (yeah, the sarcasm
is back). So here it is:
a. Neopets.
--I'm indulging my kiddie side, unfortunately when I was a kid, it died
along with my wonderfully decapitated barbies and de-limbed ken dolls. I
like BratZ though, why the heck didn't we Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1080057342000365372004-03-23T23:55:00.000+08:002004-03-23T23:59:02.890+08:00Amensia
This is the perfect example why I have to write this out.
I was going upstairs intent on finding something that would help me write
out my entry. This one thing was on my mind while I was walking the short
distance from the computer room to my own bedroom. Walking the distance of
one living room, one dining room and a staircase shouldn't be trouble, and
I really needed this Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1080039178133926842004-03-23T18:52:00.000+08:002004-03-23T19:41:47.606+08:00Ball Pics: Because I'm too lazy to write an entry
Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1079795051129788962004-03-20T23:04:00.000+08:002004-03-20T23:07:28.750+08:00Moments Shared
I'm tired, and I want to sleep But I can't end this day without saying that
I graduated this day! I never would've imagined I would cry so much and feel
the longing of going back there each day to complain about everything, the
people, the food, the system. But the systems make you grow, the people grow
on you and the food...well, they probably grow something else, that's forCookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1079451658541082102004-03-16T23:40:00.000+08:002004-03-16T23:45:52.090+08:00
Tea with my Lovers
I'm trying to take one moment in my day to make it an entry. I remember my
schoolday by schoolday entries in my LJ, and it was...too
sarcastic to be funny, and too detailed to be deep. Life without LJ and the rest of that kind of lot
will hopefully do me a lot of good.
I'll lapse every once in a while, but I'm finally going back to Anne Rice,
Lestat, Ashlar and Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1079256184866327112004-03-14T17:23:00.000+08:002004-03-14T17:26:13.983+08:00Hmmm
There's only one story that I want to write on. I started it two years ago,
and a year after starting, I can't seem to write anymore of it.
I wonder why. Sometimes I feel contempt for my work, the way I articulated
phrases seems so melodramatic. Trying to fit an old century style of speaking
into the modern world is far too unrealistic, and when I read the details
of every move theCookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1079111693962965982004-03-13T01:14:00.000+08:002004-03-13T01:18:01.186+08:00More than Anything Compared
Through the course of the day, there are so many things that I want to write.
A single day can't be simply revolving all on the same topic, and at the
end of the day, I guess I'm at a loss on what to write about. Let's just
hope this entry works, and I'll try to go on from there.
~~
This was supposed
to be my entry, but I guess I have to change it now.
Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1078680607072883722004-03-08T01:30:00.000+08:002004-03-08T01:34:05.140+08:00Pieces
Warning: below entry has no clear thought and no clear
purpose as to were the writer was going, bear with her, she's going through
an insignificant crisis.
I remember when I first started this blog, this was the time of day that
I usually write i.e. when everyone else is asleep and I'm half imagining
that any moment soon Sadako or some other Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1078490490893910022004-03-05T20:41:00.000+08:002004-03-05T20:59:07.593+08:00For the meantime this is quite true for me...
EXPERIMENTER
(Dominant
Introvert Abstract
Thinker )
Like just 4% of the population you are an EXPERIMENTER (DIAT).
Although you're slightly shy (admit it!), you love control. When a problem
comes in your way, you stomp on it swiftly and decisively. You are bothered
easily by Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1078396686286284742004-03-04T18:38:00.000+08:002004-03-04T18:41:29.950+08:00I've aged but I haven't grown up.
I have to stop the "me against the world" theme of my high school life and
start understanding that people aren't always what you peg them to be.
I should grow up.
I should face my demons.
I'm still that kid, who's scared that if she isn't right or perfect, she'd
get punished.
I can't face my demons, but I have to.
I just wonder how.
Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1077905340788881262004-02-28T02:09:00.000+08:002004-02-28T02:11:49.466+08:00Made a new lay out. Took me 2.5 days... *happy*Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1077479897420485462004-02-23T03:58:00.000+08:002004-02-23T04:00:59.700+08:00Note to Self:
Choosing rated R and over 20,000 words produce yaoi/slash/shounen-ai or whatever term you would prefer.
I'm thrown in giddy delight. ^_^Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1077477082170961742004-02-23T03:11:00.000+08:002004-02-23T03:14:04.293+08:00Pinoi
Well, I've drunk far too much coffee to get a decent night's rest or in this
case *checks desktop clock* day's rest, it being 2:39 am and I have to say,
I only get to be this way when I need to study something that uses the Filipino
language, and now would be the time to bow down to the gods up to heavens
above to give me the strength and will to study El Filibusterismo.
I used to Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1076773503229426702004-02-14T23:45:00.000+08:002004-02-14T23:47:34.090+08:00
Thanks! ^_^Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1076771980489231442004-02-14T23:19:00.000+08:002004-02-14T23:22:11.670+08:00Whatever happens, happens...after all, it's my last year
Chel told me, while in the middle of a conversation, with a somewhat musing
tone he commented, "You know what, Shakespeare in Love is on Tonight."
I slowly cocked my brow at him, tried to effect my face into a smile and
ended up looking partly mutilated and then swallowed the remains of the food
in my mouth and replied, "And so? I Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1076733208483969562004-02-14T12:33:00.000+08:002004-02-14T12:35:58.873+08:00My Date for Valentine's
My date for valentine's day was hard, difficult to please, went in different
directions, tried to check other males out, attempted to lick my face upon
meeting each other, harrassed the other people we met along the way and ended
up pooping a long the way. She was my date for valentine's...well, initially
anyway. She's my cousin's dog, Andrei.
Now, Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1076512052211299842004-02-11T23:07:00.000+08:002004-02-11T23:09:59.546+08:00So, in a lot of ways, the entry before this would need a lot of explanation.
It's in here.
Since I rarely believe that any of my LJ friends (if they still are) read my blog, or know of its existence, this entry is for this blog's entry only. If that makes any sense.
The previous one, well... you can find a carbon copy of that in my LJ. An apology of sorts. Or maybe a depressed letter..Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1076511233650200712004-02-11T22:53:00.000+08:002004-02-11T22:56:21.093+08:00 I believe the only way of confessing things is doing it little by little.
And although however much I'd like for this to pass and look forward crossin
out the days before I graduate I'd rather get this over and done with before
I face the class tomorrow and hear the forthcoming--putting it nicely--whispers
coming from my classmates.
So while I watch the new episode of charmed and ponderCookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1076018356088037092004-02-06T05:59:00.000+08:002004-02-06T06:01:35.090+08:00In my life, I get sick every once in a while. Sick being having a fever and
so forth, sometimes with explanation and sometimes without, but whenever
I lose my voice...that's something else. That I actually have a rather pathetic
history about.
I mean, let's be honest, losing my voice is more of a gratifying contribution
to society or maybe just for people surounding and have become Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1075621668780146252004-02-01T15:47:00.000+08:002004-02-01T15:50:01.890+08:00 I can still feel every scream running through my body.
Maybe I enjoyed it more because it was my last year or maybe I just enjoyed
it just because it was GOOD.
I'm going to miss this when I graduate.
But then again...there's always the option of going back, is there?
Kisses to the band aid committee who organized all of it, kisses to the teachers
for bearing with the so-called "Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1075477908267377422004-01-30T23:51:00.000+08:002004-02-03T22:45:26.280+08:00"Happy! I'm feeling so Happy! I'm gonna be Happy! Can't you see I'm Happy
now?"'
--Squareheads: Happy
I don't know when that song became THE batch song. I only remember that I
first heard it through the mouth of my unfortunately tone-depraved sister
and then months after that, I heard it in my 2nd year section (I think).
Now I'm a senior, I'm still hearing it, and I still can't help butCookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1075325023336670292004-01-29T05:23:00.000+08:002004-01-29T05:25:52.233+08:00In Carousels with Girls(writtten yesterday)
During this week, I had my first glimpse on what our fair would have.
A carousel.
Not the romantic, dreamy type of carousel.
This one's what you'd dutifully dub as the "tsubibong perya". (Credit elsa for the word)
The type that you'd be excited as well as equally frightened for your safety.
Today, we rode the thing. (Choral Recitation Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1074612347793734512004-01-20T23:25:00.000+08:002004-01-20T23:30:45.390+08:00Buff...
Buffet?
I realize I haven't been updating lately*imagines Stitch calling me "Lazy
head"*. It isn't that I have nothing to blog about, it's really because
I'm truly uninhibitedly down to my very bone (straight through the skin,
into the layer of fatness, down to the layer of nonexistent muscle and onto
the bone of the one and only oogli) lazy... Thought it was something Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1074427887026295302004-01-18T20:11:00.000+08:002004-01-18T20:13:22.373+08:00Not much of a post yet, but please check this out. Impressively funny, I tell you. ^_^
The Cutish Gist of Return of the KingCookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1073745808249717992004-01-10T22:43:00.000+08:002004-01-10T22:45:09.356+08:00Short version of the longer version I'm gonna post tomorrow.
The Point of the day was to lose weight.--Boy,
was I wrong about that!
∘Woke up at 4:49am. Wondered why. Remembered the supposed itenerary for the
day which was:
a. Go to Fil1 to do a medical check up along with my cousin,
her friend, my aunt and my mom.--Please note that thie examination had us
NOT eating 12 hours prior toCookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1073153730044384822004-01-04T02:15:00.000+08:002004-01-04T02:17:05.890+08:00"There are a billion ways to make money!" proclaimed some yuppie I
passed by as we entered Chili's for my brother's birthday.
I wouldn't have thought that that particularly boastful statement would matter
in my entry today. I was more or less remembering it as a thought that I
would pleasantly bash later on, insisting that this guy was extremely swell-headed
into thinking that he can earn Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1073125932979558892004-01-03T18:32:00.000+08:002004-01-03T18:33:48.170+08:00 So it's my kuya's birthday today.
He's turning 27.
Old...
We're going out. The usual late dinner.
He used the computer before me, I took a peek at his friendster messages.
Girls are picking him up.
Wow... I never thought people would go that low...or have bad taste... oh
well...
Muchos. ^_^Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1073051827090145402004-01-02T21:57:00.000+08:002004-01-02T21:58:40.826+08:00Got my new glasses.
If I could momentarily steal my brother's digicam I'll let y'all see the
oogli in glasses. I have to correct the astigmatism in both of my eyes since
the optometrist(?) said that it was raised from the last time I went there
for a check up.
I never did like wearing glasses.
~~
The first time I wore glasses was when I was in kindergarten and the Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1072967456639286692004-01-01T22:30:00.000+08:002004-01-01T22:56:11.983+08:00Earlier this day, we had a "New Year's Celebration" with the father side
of the family. I was going to open the computer and actually write on how
tedious it was that every part of my body was yawning (Hey! Look! Blubber
can actually yawn!^_^) but then again, my dad's the "it" son to serve the
food and provide entertainment so I had to go along with playing hostess(yawn).
What my father Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1071814922807798902003-12-19T14:22:00.000+08:002003-12-19T14:23:18.186+08:00Lovely:
--I'm going to watch the advanced premiere (well, at least in the Phil it's supposed to be advanced) later. Elsa, her bf and her family are going to watch it as well. My date is my sister:
--she's the one in white (yes, I can here the duh...)
--I'm not chatty today so I'll just update a longer entry later... A long with spoilers concerning the movie. Yum! Y'all should Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1070972919571913312003-12-09T20:28:00.000+08:002003-12-09T20:31:10.670+08:00Wonderful
I have this English teacher that has got to be the best English teacher I've ever had, but that's not the point. The point is, she has this sarcastically evil moments when she goes:
Her: Are you prepared for the quiz?
Us: (with dread and fright) Nooo...
Her: Wonderful! Get a one half crosswise sheet of paper and let's begin.
~~
Connection with the entry? Let's just say Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1070901288155176812003-12-09T00:34:00.000+08:002003-12-09T00:39:56.326+08:00Delayed
Hate List Entry # 1: Me.
I feel my body slowly shutting down, out of the distance we walked shopping for Christmas gifts. I feel my eyes slowly being weighed down, out of the time I spent looking for the perfect gift for each of my friends. I feel my stomach slowly complaining out of having nothing for sustenance except for coffee and oh! more coffee.
So kiddos, see what Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1070849728066231172003-12-08T10:15:00.000+08:002003-12-08T10:16:28.793+08:00Oh god... I just made an uber long entry and this stupid blog erased it yesterday.... sad...and I really don't have the energy to make another...fucked up shiteCookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1070480734430925102003-12-04T03:45:00.000+08:002003-12-04T03:47:55.450+08:00A depressed area would indicated that that particular are is lacking in resources.
A depressed economy would indicated that the economy of a certain country is in a slump i.e. it is neither progressing nor regressing but is rather close to regressing as investors of that certain country are slowly going on the side of pulling their investments.
A depressed Celeste/Carlynn/Kookie however would Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1070249814565011382003-12-01T11:36:00.000+08:002003-12-01T11:37:45.903+08:00In relation with the previous post:
WE WON!!! WE WON!!! PRAISE BE ST. JANSSEN! WE WON!!!
--so yes, we actually won 1st runner up and we were not crowned the champions of the JnJ teencheer competition finals. But...who cares? We beat who we wanted to beat...and yes, hard as it is to admit it, I suppose SSA deserverd to win...
--Anyway, I'll update later, I'm using the comp unit here in Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1070022062933368782003-11-28T20:21:00.000+08:002003-11-28T20:25:12.763+08:00Friday long due update
--Note: This is a page taken out of my overly messy notebook (given that the writer has an overly messy mind) that has scribbles in it i.e. chicken scratch writing about the usual snark, the usual pragmatic pessimism and add in some of the daily events(just a sprinkle)
Schedule for today:
8:00-9:00-Mass for the Feast day of Blessed Maria Helena
9:00-9:30-Recess
9:Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1069937429784716392003-11-27T20:50:00.000+08:002003-11-27T20:51:16.186+08:00Okay, I promise I'll update soon, don't you worry...
In anycase, for the time being... another yaoi post. This manga by Aoi Hayashi has just been updated....
Blue, Danii, Wowie, you'll really enjoy this one... ^_^Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1069559684982979782003-11-23T11:54:00.000+08:002003-11-23T12:06:57.670+08:00Okay, not a post but a rec on all yaoi/slash/male-male fanfiction/fiction fans out there *ehemdaniiehem**ehemwowieehem**ehemblueehem* It's sort of a rant I commented on ages ago, but just an info to the backlash of the yaoi writing... it's a good read. ^_^
MuchosCookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1068624494859283782003-11-12T16:08:00.000+08:002003-11-12T16:11:32.606+08:00Tic-king P.2
I have constantly tried to update my blog through articulating the various events of my life that may or may not tickle your funny bone, but after I've read it, it tickles mine. Yes, that a self indulgent self wank thank you very much. I think it's safe to admit that I have the tendency to flatter myself through various veiled statements that miraculously pop up in my writing and Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1068569399859499592003-11-12T00:49:00.000+08:002003-11-12T00:50:24.436+08:00Because I'm bored and depressed...essentially on suicidal mode.
SELENE: You are selene!Beautiful, vivacious,fierce and seductive, Selene vowed she woulddestroy Lycans after her family was murdered bythe werewolves. So ruthless is she that seleneis a member of the Death Dealers. This eliteVampire warrior class's mission is to make theLycans extinct. This 127-year-old"aggressive hunter of the Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1068566693571094692003-11-12T00:04:00.000+08:002003-11-12T00:12:18.233+08:00own humanity--
open simplicity,
innocent calm---
only beheld
the blindness
towards others'
Cy d.r.ds.11.11.03
Tic-king Bomb
I wonder if I had a blindfold all these years, or maybe now this is what you're supposed to call "growing up". At times you would think you would see people not on the context of cliches but on the context that you would want to see something good in them. ButCookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1068131920098478472003-11-06T23:18:00.000+08:002003-11-06T23:18:58.606+08:00So the plan of renting a hotel room followed through. We're going to stay in Astoria from 8-10 and check out on the eleventh. I was so friggin excited that I decided to pack my bags early (meaning: two days before the event compared to the usual one-day-before packing). Now I've mutated recently to a clothes whore (even more so I believe) and while I was packing, my father was observing me Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1068047926216539282003-11-05T23:58:00.000+08:002003-11-06T01:47:02.983+08:00Let us count the days
I have to definitely say that the levels of hell is similar to the levels of torture I'm experiencing NOT living in my own room. One thing being, since I am not inside my room i.e. living, sleeping, watching t.v., cleaning (rare occurance but it happens), reading and generally taking space and breathing are in it, I have to go somewhere else. And where is that? Three blogCookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1067828717117601652003-11-03T11:05:00.000+08:002003-11-03T11:06:59.966+08:00Reading orange's friends page, I found several entries that can be quite useful (if I ever take up psychology, I should include these in my psychoanalyses, beats the hell out of those ink stains that look like...ink stains.
What Your Friendster Pic says...
What's a squash
Scroll down on the comments in the Friendster thing, funny but too true... ^_^ Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1067796287127040262003-11-03T02:04:00.000+08:002003-11-03T02:09:05.496+08:00Living Daylights (fucker, when I finally get the brains to update in a really long manner, I have no inet time left) (snickers, my sis told me I could use her account)
I woke up today in the infierno that is my sister's room. Some entry ago, I mentioned that my room was being repainted and wall papered, well they've just finished painting and the smell of the room is enough to get you that "Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1067655780359327822003-11-01T11:03:00.001+08:002003-11-01T11:21:23.513+08:00this was supposed to be posted on my LJ, but Halloween's over, and I'm bored and silly (lethal combination I tell you) so here.
My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haulblackspirals goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as Maharet.beeyatchy gives you 5 light blue passionfruit-flavoured wafers.disportraited tricks you! You lose 1 pieces of candy!fataliste gives you 4 teal cherry-flavoured jelly Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-106743972384507622003-10-29T23:02:00.000+08:002003-10-29T23:02:12.013+08:00oh yeah, I also have to...wait, I forgot.... oh yeah, dload pictures for my Clie ( I have like 84 pictures already) of classmates, Viggo Mortensen, Sean Bean and guys kissing... ooh lala, hotness...not the classmates though...that's just...blechCookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1067439012500647032003-10-29T22:50:00.000+08:002003-10-29T22:50:20.780+08:00I feel so...inarticulate.
I don't want to divulge in my feelings and frustrations at the moment, I just hope it will all bleed out once I write my long piece and then complete my itenerary for the so-called sembreak that Holy gave its students.
So before I try to painfully extract every single piece of shit or shine that has happened for some weeks, I have to list down what I'm supposed toCookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1066662620167327692003-10-20T23:10:00.000+08:002003-10-20T23:10:20.196+08:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY VIGGO MORTENSEN!!!!!
^_^
Will probably blog about the greatness of V.M. sometime this week (I hope). Info to those of you who don't know, V. Mortensen is an actor, poet, photographer and painter, and in each of these fields it can be evidently seen that he is intensely gifted.
So there.
Viggo haters...shut up... and no comments on my tagboard saying "will shut up"
Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1066487146298961912003-10-18T22:25:00.000+08:002003-10-18T22:25:46.243+08:00mmmm... I'm an aries, so I suppose this jives in, although I do think that I'm allergic to sports, so maybe it doesn't jive in... whatever, stolen from ling
YOU ARE FIRE!
Your inner element is one of great passion andintensity. You are a dramatic person who lovesattention and knows how to get it. You tend tohave many
friends and admirers around you wherever you go.You have a strong Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1066308184635022942003-10-16T20:43:00.000+08:002003-10-16T20:43:04.226+08:00Updated my LJ... go hereCookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1066196564866626602003-10-15T13:42:00.000+08:002003-10-15T19:11:18.886+08:00Quizzage
I think I got this result due to the way I'm feeling now, which is so far from me that I think I'm feeling thin... ok, bad analysis, will take the quiz on some "normal" date....
You are Form 6, Elfin: The Wyld.
"And The Elfin saw the evil andmisjudgement in the world and shot her arrow atthe sky. Bolts of lightning struck the earthand gave the world balance andgrowth."
Some Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1065968012917830472003-10-12T22:13:00.000+08:002003-10-12T22:16:51.960+08:00hahahahahah, I covered the banner! YES!!!!! if anyone wants the codes, holler... ^_^
Okay so the banner covering the banner thing doesn't really fit the scheme of my lay out, if there are suggestions... holler again or tell me what you think... I know, it's oogli... *_*
Liners...I am so bad..., oh yeah, this is courtesy of ZoeCookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1065960980899382362003-10-12T20:16:00.000+08:002003-10-12T20:16:20.910+08:00I have recently found out that tag board is hell to figure out. I can't resize it the way that I would want to so I'm currently giving up and am in need to search for a new board, any suggestions?Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1065958983467581522003-10-12T19:43:00.000+08:002003-10-12T19:53:11.290+08:00"I pay more taxes than Jose Pidal"
--seen bumper car sticker along Katipunan (on a car of course ^_^)
~~~
So today my mother and I went to my grandmother's (mother side) house, and I was pleasently overwhelmed by the multitude of animals there.
My grandmother told my mom that she (grandma) had no chabokan today. ( I dunno how you spell the word but it translates to maid, or slave, or Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1065623245273574982003-10-08T22:27:00.000+08:002003-10-08T22:27:25.060+08:00Oh yeah, if any of you can't see the pics from the concert (more like the pics from the bus) go to my LJ and click on the concert pics thing. Don't worry, I didn't lock it. ^_^Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1065621749751156582003-10-08T22:02:00.000+08:002003-10-08T22:12:51.950+08:00 Okay, so I'm extremely crushing my ego by posting these pictures. I mean seriously, 2 thin and pretty friends add in a fat oogli...what dya get? Disappointement. *sigh*
Elsa
Kriska
Elsa and Kriska
Kriska and Me
Group
Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1065615552653522222003-10-08T20:19:00.000+08:002003-10-08T20:23:23.593+08:00Pictures:Concert Whatever... another excuse to make my nose brown
Karakooch-iness
Bus-ness (on the way home)
Cha and Chopcy
Cha, Chopcy, Mon
Sari and Kristel
Muti and I
Oogli and Cutie
People
Guess who
Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1065480840976339312003-10-07T06:54:00.000+08:002003-10-07T06:55:25.946+08:00 Toni
Remembering something: I used to take French classes before and my accent really sucked so here's one of the wonderful things I remembered from it.
me: *reading some sentence in french*
teacher: *in English* Honey, what language are you trying to speak in?Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1065422221707836272003-10-06T14:37:00.000+08:002003-10-06T14:42:22.653+08:00 Updateness
-- X posted in my LJ.
I'm tired. Note: That is not the reason why I haven't been updatin lately. Reason is: 1. I'm lazy because of 2. A reason that
will be blogged for a time that I'm not sure when exactly. Hah, sounds a bit shifty, doesn't it?
Whatever. In anycase, the past week has been a blur. The only days that I can remember were Friday to Sunday, and that's only for Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1064998449124291822003-10-01T16:54:00.000+08:002003-10-01T16:54:08.590+08:00 Random and Rather Scattered thoughts
chlamydia
My brother reported in unang hirit Kris' Aquino's STD condition and he pronounced it as "shlemydia".
Sister dear, after he got home, asked him to look at his Palm m130 for the pronounciation of the word.
Brother shouts "Shit! Ang tanga-tanga ko!"
Ate rubs it in by saying "Bernadette S. already reported that with the correct pronounciation Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1064834308743478882003-09-29T19:18:00.000+08:002003-09-29T19:30:13.746+08:00Quotes of the day:
In being sexy:
Ceska (to the physics teacher): So Ms. kung sobrang taba ako dito (Philippines) pag nasa north pole sexy na ko?
[Question was asked concerning the gravitational pull of the oblique spheroid that is the earth to a person in different places]
Who is she/he
[There will be a leadership training tomorrow for the club presidents and class officers, some Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1064679198649957562003-09-28T00:13:00.000+08:002003-09-28T00:13:18.663+08:00I'm tired.
My arms feel like it has two permanent dumbells attached to it. My steps are filled with that hangover walk that would make a person either look woozy or extremely disabled, though I'm not drunk, I want to be but... hn, people aren't available at the moment to take me out.
I've thought out several things to do. Write for example. That should always be on top of my priority list Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1064331051594413802003-09-23T23:30:00.000+08:002003-09-23T23:30:51.370+08:00Okay, so I had a conversation with tace. Now pardon...well...everything... I think I was on high school lingo pills when I chatted with her so the over excessive use of like and other things must be (I order you so!) pardoned... Will be a prerequisite subject to somethings that I will blog on in friday *hopes* ....
blackspirals (11:06:13 PM): HIIII!!!!!! ^_^
disportraited (11:07:36 PM): hihiCookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1063616425966291002003-09-15T17:00:00.000+08:002003-09-15T17:00:25.766+08:00 Does anyone actually know how utterly frustrating it is to want something so bad but know and simply know that you are in no way capable of achieving it once you've done what you could?
Ah yes, the utterly maudlin has appeared... not that she would, in fact, decide to stay, but I feel so helplessly inadequate and undoubtedly forlorn(ew, the word...) at the very thought that I might not go to Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1062684528657702822003-09-04T22:08:00.000+08:002003-09-04T22:08:50.653+08:00I still can't see why the hell is my archive not... "archiving" well... it looks stupid way down there with that ewww gray background... this blog has been dead for a while, so please help me resurrect it by telling me what the hell did I do wrong again... *sigh* I can't seem to make anything look right these days.Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-1060173135976460752003-08-06T20:32:00.000+08:002003-08-06T20:32:15.946+08:00I wish I could say that I have at one point in my life completely gave myself to another person. Without fear of consequence and truth, without feigned clairvoyance of imminent doom. I can’t say I have ever truly needed everyone, because I made myself the way that I am, content with myself and if others are with me then fine. But I can live with myself as only a person who feels that the only Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-955789492003-06-12T13:29:00.000+08:002003-06-12T13:29:30.400+08:00Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-954389172003-06-09T06:32:00.000+08:002003-06-09T06:32:36.983+08:00Not what I was peeved about, but, what the hey.
So what was up with that class schedule? I knowGryffindor and Slytherin didn't have everyclass together. Have Ravenclaw and Hufflepuffdropped off the face of the earth?
What About The Harry Potter Movies Annoys You Most? brought to you by QuizillaCookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-953722572003-06-06T22:56:00.000+08:002003-06-06T22:56:06.170+08:00
How random are you?
this quiz was made by alanna
Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-953343892003-06-06T01:12:00.000+08:002003-06-06T20:19:25.000+08:00Quill
writing this was painful
While I am in an annoyingly happy mood, I have attempted to write on the reason why I became in this obviously foreign state of being. I have made several attempts, and now I am making the final one, and I hope it is somewhat coherent as my first few drabblings with the matter seemed mundane and somewhat overly-cheery.
I do not know if anyone is reading Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-953263642003-06-05T21:46:00.000+08:002003-06-05T21:46:58.516+08:00You are the Marquis Da Sade. Even stripped ofexaggerations, Your real life was as dramaticand as tragic as a cautionary tale. Born to anancient and noble house, you were married(against your wishes) to a middle-class heiressfor money, caused scandals with prostitutes andwith your sister-in-law, thus enraging yourmother-in-law, who had you imprisoned under alettre de cachet for 14 years until Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-953261282003-06-05T21:40:00.000+08:002003-06-05T21:40:27.193+08:00
What prep label are you?
Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-953248872003-06-05T21:05:00.000+08:002003-06-05T21:05:55.000+08:00 Interesting thing would be this... anyone see that KISS? So is it Sean B./Viggo or Vig/Orli, I can actually take anyone/Viggo and cannot take it if Orli was paired with someone else other than Viggo.
And then this begs the question
You close to them?
Me No
Call them by their names will you
Whatever, their cute and oh-so-fuckable.
I have this overwhelming crush on Mr. Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-953243042003-06-05T20:46:00.000+08:002003-06-05T20:47:02.000+08:00 I'm still trying to figure out what happened to my previous two posts... oh, who am I kidding, I'm just frustrated that it happened but I haven't made a rat's ass move to correct it. Shit. Anyway, the most obvious result that I'd get in quiz below. cuties on the move ^_^
They're the two men. They've got something to bondover, and they've got something in common. Youlove seeing the camaraderie Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-953175482003-06-05T13:27:00.000+08:002003-06-05T13:27:41.576+08:00I am again in a fix why this has to happen to me.
View previous blog below and see what has horribly gone wrong.
This is the second time.
I would just like to thank
wowie
I hope that this would work the second time.
I am in a freaking hell when it comes to figuring html-ing stuff out.
I am a lazy ass idiot.
But that is another storyCookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-953173502003-06-05T13:20:00.000+08:002003-06-05T13:20:50.033+08:00I would just like to post (I forgot to do it about two days ago) that I'm incredibly indebted to Wowie for being such a good friend with the html stuff that I lack the intelligence to process. Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-953074862003-06-05T08:37:00.000+08:002003-06-05T08:37:12.510+08:00If anyone remotely cares about reading my mess of a blog (blatantly reflecting how disorganized I am) for the fanfiction writers, please take a gander at this lj community.
Bad Fic Support
I would like to go further on with the details, but being the lazy ass that I am (I really have to redeem that, seriously) I will procrastinate 'til later on this afternoon.
*sigh* Warning though: ItCookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-952558822003-06-04T06:01:00.000+08:002003-06-04T06:01:38.510+08:00
Which VSD fellowship member are you?
this quiz was made by belle
Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-952362072003-06-03T21:51:00.000+08:002003-06-03T21:51:04.676+08:00Watching Smallville.
Lex gives the TRO for Ryan’s and *slashy thoughts* Clark’s benefit.
Go Lex!
Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-952360972003-06-03T21:48:00.000+08:002003-06-03T21:48:10.416+08:00Watching Smallville.
Lex gives the TRO for Ryan’s and *slashy thoughts* Clark’s benefit.
Go Lex!
Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-950442922003-05-30T02:24:00.000+08:002003-05-30T02:27:25.000+08:00
Miguel called, about 8pm today. I was hopefully expecting Angie’s call (I suspect she may have gone on vacation w/o telling me) and then I got this call, the voice wasn’t one of those boys that call me on a certain basis, no JR, RJ, Marco, Mickey, J etc. it couldn’t even be Cy since I know he’s jet lagged and probably knackered earlier on, as we had a drinking game (the usual “I never” and Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-949027642003-05-27T01:09:00.000+08:002003-05-27T01:11:08.000+08:00
Blog Theme # 1
Celeste Antoine May 27, 3003
Fandom of Me
Objective: Too write about my brother’s ‘supposed’ third eye.
That was supposed to be the topic of my blog but I do not really feel the need to actually write about anything that had happened today.
This is me kicking in once more.
I dunno, I think I had this perfect title in mind for the things that I had wanted to say, Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-948375632003-05-25T04:25:00.000+08:002003-05-25T04:28:33.000+08:00
Quitting Shakespeare's Hamlets and Macbeths... I am tired of Soliloquys
To be more observant with my own self, than to be observant with other people’s emotions, is a crime I have committed all through out my lifetime. And at this hour, I am regretting it.
People name this as sensitivity. Like in all drama workshops I took in school, the word comes with a hefty description. I once Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-948367862003-05-25T03:54:00.000+08:002003-05-25T03:54:20.840+08:00
It has been raining on and off for the past few days, and I simply love it. There is nothing more than the simple serenity and the quiet tranquility that you get when raindrops are felt with your skin, heard when it lands on the ground and to the rooftops, smelled when it hits the earth giving you that smell of land and home, tasted as I bring my tongue out to touch the drops and seen as small Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-948367722003-05-25T03:53:00.000+08:002003-05-25T03:53:49.130+08:00
As I eat the last bite size bar of TimeOut® I just ponder on how lucky my dog is in eating part of it with me. Seriously though, my dog is probably more well-fed than dozens of street children out there, and I’m going out on a limb here in saying that he is probably more well fed and has eaten various kinds of foods (from Kampanpangan to American to Italian to imported chocolates etc) than an Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-947764282003-05-23T15:45:00.000+08:002003-05-23T22:23:51.000+08:00 Man, I half guessed this quiz, I didn't think I'd get this result
Are you Dr. T himself??? You know your SD! I'd giveyou... hmmm, say 99%. ^_^; (Pardon me, but Iget the 100% for creating this test in thefirst place.)
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Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-946945322003-05-22T01:22:00.000+08:002003-05-22T03:59:02.000+08:00 Reach that kind of Light
There is always the phrase “Practice makes perfect” that bugs the hell out of me even when I was young. I have always maintained it in myself that every single talent in every facet of the world was inherent to me, and there goes the swell-headedness once more. Now that I ponder on it every once in a while, I think for some part it is true. Actually, it is wholly true Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-946394182003-05-21T00:22:00.000+08:002003-05-21T00:24:14.000+08:00 Made in (the country of) ME
Often I tend to pass things that I am supposed to be doing to opt for just slacking off. I do not really want to analyze this, because then I’d realize that I’m less than perfect. An illusion that I often keep is that I am better than anyone else, and in reality, I really do think have the tendency to think that. Generally, whenever I bare this to a friend, shall Cookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193056.post-943862052003-05-15T20:47:00.000+08:002003-05-15T20:47:25.823+08:00 I have often drooled ove this pairing and loved the stories written about them. I took this with danii and marian earlier on. Danii didn't get her SenHana ( got some seme pairing: MakiSen) and Marian got her RuHana. Write about this more later.
You're RuHana!Quiz by Kimi-chanCookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06804082069081726586noreply@blogger.com