Fabrication

MYOB: Mind Your Own Business

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 06:22:53 GMT

I wish people wouldn't use this that much. Using it voices how you want to have the other people on your side and against your "enemy". You needn't be, to put it, bitchy.

Lately... =.=

Fri, 01 Feb 2008 07:00:30 GMT

My dreams have been nothing but weird for the past 2 weeks. First, I dream of playing an MMORPG with -1 pots, then I was in a horror carnival with a kid-eating goblin and Batman's Joker overrunning it as I run for my life, then I dreamt of walking towards some 10-story inn in the countryside, passing a brook running under a stone bridge and trees of green and orange(autumn mixed) on either side as I made my way there for weird reasons.

Some dreams after that, I can't remember. Those last three are just the most vivid.

Now the first weird dream's ok, but after TWO weird dreams and several more following, it's not HEALTHY. x.x

I mean, what is this?! The result of my pent-up sexual frustrations? (cannot think of other reasons)

Somebody tell me. ;_;

PARTY!!!!!! AND VIDEOKE!!!!!!

Thu, 31 Jan 2008 01:20:06 GMT

Last night was INSANE. XDDDDDDDD

Mom's media party in her office was the BOMB, especially during videoke, considering everybody had to sing! Sadly I could not. :(

BUT CHECK OUT THE FOOD!!!!!!!!!

JAPANESE WOOOOOTZZZZZ!!!!!!!! I ate a lot XDDDDDDDD

TEMPURA CHAAAAAAAAAAAAN =D

TOFU MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN

SAKE SUSHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII =D

COFFEE AND PANDAN JELLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY XDDDDDDDDD

AND THE VIDEOKE-ING XDDDDDDDDDD

AND CHECK IT OUT!!!! THEIR PRESIDENT SINGING "YESTERDAY" BY THE BEATLES!!!!!!! LAWWWLZ

He was a nice guy XDDDDDDDD

So that night was great, and I left with a smile on my face:

WOOF!

Thu, 31 Jan 2008 01:09:59 GMT

So this happened last week, me and Mom going to Serendra and taking Max along with us for a chance to stretch his legs.

WITH A ROCKING TIE!!!!!!! XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

ISN'T HE CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! <333333333333333333333

My Epic Doom

Fri, 07 Dec 2007 04:30:51 GMT

My finals are next week, and I kind of did badly in my Algebra quiz. *cries* T_T

My lovable "puppy" and his rants

Fri, 23 Nov 2007 12:58:28 GMT

Well, Max may look like a puppy even after a year. But it's just his toy size. XDDD

So listening to him bark made me get some clear ideas on what he wants and conveys according to the barks:

Rrruff, rrruff!
Translation: "Food!"

Angry barking
Translation: "GODDAMN YOU BITCHES!!!!! PAY ME SOME ATTENTION ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!

Frustrated whining
Translation: "Nobody ever looks at me!!!!" ((OMG, Atoli relapse!!!! Argh. =_=))

Barking and snorting
Translation: "GRR! I SO want your food but you ain't giving me any! Argh! Have you no compassion for the suffering pet?! *snort* Fine! Have it your way! Let me starve to death on that chokey-dry crap you call Pedigree! *snuff*

That's it. XDDDDDDDD

.........So

Fri, 23 Nov 2007 12:52:28 GMT

I sit next to this guy in Constitution class, and I think he's hitting on me. He's pretty cute, if he didn't have that red streak he's got in his hair since last Wednesday. But I'm not really interested.

No. ABSOLUTELY not now...........not while I'm having this unbelievable crisis where I'm---!!!!!!!

...........Uhh....... XDDDDDDDDDDD;;;;;;;;;;;;

Emmmmmmmm........what I'm saying is, as much as the guy likes my perfume(and ACTUALLY asked me to spray it on his hanky before end of class (@A@;) ), sorry kiddo. I ain't lookin' for a man right now. (-.-/\)

.......Alright. I'MHAVINGACRISISWHEREI'MFEELINGQUITEATTRACTEDTOTHISREDHAIREDWOMANWITHWHOMIACTUALLYACTUALLYACTUALLYSEXUALIZE.

(X_X) And no, Tina. It AIN'T you.

The 'Woof' in me

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 07:39:15 GMT

What Breed of Dog Are You?

My Result: Collie

No bones about it, you're a loyal, nurturing Collie. A sensitive breed, you're always approachable and very in tune with others' feelings — just like Lassie! Because of your empathetic nature, you tend to be the group psychologist to your circle of friends. Your faithful, easygoing, steadfast personality makes you a wonderful confidant; people love to come to you with their troubles. Bottom line? You're a star at interpersonal relationships and have a knack for making new friends and acquaintances wherever you go. After all, what's a Collie without a flock to look after? Since you're so giving, your buddies might not realize that you need them just as much as they need you, so make sure not to neglect yours truly. Everyone deserves some "me" time. Woof!

Take this test >

Stardust in my pained eyes

Mon, 15 Oct 2007 23:55:07 GMT

As far as I know, Neil Gaiman's Stardust is another fairytale story brought to the big screen for family and friends to enjoy. I haven't watched it yet, but checking out the movie site, it doesn't seem so bad. It looks pretty good, and the characters all good.

Too bad I can't say the same for the book.

The mentioned book is perhaps, a result of Neil Gaiman's captivation for the fairytales written in the early 19th to early 20th century. It had that same charm, that old-fashioned influence of the characters portrayed towards the readers, and even the storyline bears a quality that could only be called "original".

But I think what, frankly, pisses me off about the book was simply that, Neil Gaiman was trying to be witty with the story, and made the characters...suck. IWhen I say suck, I mean somewhere along the story, the characters FELL out of character with themselves. Case in point: Sal the slavegirl is freed and starts acting like imperious Queen of Stupid towards her master and even to her only son(btw, how she was freed is STUPID). Jesus Christ, so much for that stoic, gentle image the readers have had for her throughout the book. And Neil Gaiman, at the last minute, decided to give vain Victoria a break from her snobbiness, and outright turned her into a nicer person. HELLO? Give her some more on this PLEASE! It's because of her attitude at the beginning that I thought she was just another temporary fling for the hero of the story, instead of the damsel that--you know what I mean. >_<*

And Tristran? Well, I can't say much for him. He's just a kid in love with Victoria for the wrong reasons. Just another knuckle-headed challenge for the hero to win fair lady's heart.

The wicked witch, has a sad character development too. It's all the same: evil witches, yearning youthful immortality, and wanting to eat Yvaine the star. Okay, that's nice. What's not nice? The witch giving in at the end. You mean, after all the killing, the slaughtering of that poor unicorn, you expect me to be happy that the witch JUST gives up when her time runs out? ...So pissed.

Which brings us to Yvaine. Ohhh the things I can say. But let me put like this.

How many of you, have heard a character, any character, swear something awful in a fairytale?

Answer me that.

How many of you expect to read a bad word in the story?

Guess what? Yvaine, though the only one to swear on her landing to Earth, pretty much said the "F" word when tripping on a tree root.

As in, F-U-C-K.

WTF???

The charm is completely gone from the story, hearing Yvaine say such a thing. God, help me! I have no idea what goes on in Neil Gaiman's silly brain anymore!

And speaking of WHOM, do you know he tried to write a sex scene between dear Sal and Tristran's father? Oh, Lord. Not only that, not explicitly. But Neil Gaiman actually feels awkward writing a sex scene. He admitted that he'd take TWO MONTHS to write one because he kept getting embarassed and leaves the document for one month before coming back and typing again. o_O;;

This guy is queer. Really. What is he, a virgin???? Doubtless.

So to wrap up this entry, because I have school in an hour, I'd like to say, "Neil, go sleep with your dog."

. . .

Wed, 03 Oct 2007 07:54:15 GMT

Just when I thought I'd seen and heard every other strange/disturbing nickname..........

Jeep driver ID: Pamfilo Penis

Huh.

Sat, 22 Sep 2007 13:27:14 GMT

There seems to be a lot of unconventionalism(?) going on in the world. And I don't even know half of what goes on out there......................

In a moment of fear...

Fri, 06 Jul 2007 09:01:37 GMT

I'M SCARED! I'M SCARED! I'M REALLY SCARED NOW! WHAT IF I MADE THE WRONG CHOICE!? WHAT I DON'T HAVE A REAL AMBITION!? WHAT IF I'M THE GARBAGE OF SOCIETY!? THEN WHAT?! WHAT IF I'M NOT CUT OUT FOR IT!? WHAT IF I GOT NOTHING!? WHAT IF I'M JUST A SHIFTLESS SLACKER!? WHAT IF! WHAT IF! WHAT IF!

((Don't mind me. I just needed a reason to use this icon 'cause like the stud is HAWT. XD))

Fondness?

Tue, 03 Jul 2007 08:15:41 GMT

Ka-groupies.

I can't stop saying this word. XD

Ka-groupies.

It's too cute not to say. X))

Ka-gruuuuupiezzzz. ^.^

Bear with me. It's a boring day. XD

Ka-groupiezezezezezezzzz~!

....So

Mon, 02 Jul 2007 03:41:29 GMT

I looked at my grades online two days ago Saturday, and I see that my weighted average was a flat 0.00. Which isn't something to be scared of, really. XD

Afterall, my shift has been confirmed, and I'm ready to step into the world of hachou: Information Technology. Gulp.

I'm looking forward very much to three and a half years of endless, sequential coding. Gotta love it.

From a long fixation

Thu, 28 Jun 2007 08:48:44 GMT

Wow. Didn't think so much can happen in one week, starting with the finals(which for once, I didn't panic about o.o), and then one of my contacts getting torn, resulting in me having to use my old glasses(which I feel dizzy with right now @.@), then the fact that yesterday was the last day I'd ~~ever~~ EVER wear my nursing uniform. Aaaand coupled by the facts that I'll need shoes and a pair of pants. >.>

I wish I could say more, but I'm typing without my glasses, which make feel cross-eyed looking at the screen with them on... -.-

Dear Diary...

Sat, 23 Jun 2007 10:11:32 GMT

Today I had my haircut. And then my legs waxed. Severely.

Yours truly,
Smooth legged Itcher

I think this was three days ago...

Wed, 13 Jun 2007 00:07:52 GMT

On my way home, I saw a white Honda CR-V, the front license plate reading, "ORGSM"

/:)

Estrangement

Sun, 10 Jun 2007 07:30:51 GMT

I think that the strangest thing about me is when I cry for other people in pain...

...but not for me.

-sigh-

Sat, 09 Jun 2007 01:53:13 GMT

I really need to start learning Javascript. >_>

The Milestones etched into my life...

Mon, 04 Jun 2007 09:40:05 GMT

...were crap. And as of this moment, dented. Severely.

Weeks...no...at least two months of being in a what-you-may-want-to-call-an-early-mid-life crisis, I realized that my glass, which should have been at least, semi half-full, turned out to be...

...beneath half-empty.

NO MILK, EITHER.

And as I sit here, typing away on my plastic keyboard, consonant-ing away about the pivoting scale of my life, I realize that I can't sit on my ~~fat~~ ample ass, waiting for a miracle to happen. Because there won't be one. And joy. I found my "Purpose" just two weeks before the midterms, which makes it even harder for me to drop my subjects.

...Provided of course, if my request to shift majors was turned down.

And guess what? It wasn't. I WAS APPROVED!!!!

...Now all I have to do is sit in the corner and bite my nails wondering where I'd be going after I graduate, which won't be for another three and a half years.

And even now, I'm wondering if I want my future blockmates to call me "Ate" or not. 'Cause I so don't want that.

But, I'm happy to say, that I got to doing something better other than go with the flow. Because that's not what I should've been doing. I should've jumped up from the tube and screamed for help; to get me the hell out of Nursing. And I just had to wait until the midterms during my fourth term in the second year to do that.

And as if I don't have enough of these uncalled(but not uncouth) revelations, I get the fact that Mom wanted me to shift too!

Apparently, me and communicable diseases are in no way, compatible.

I was tough kid hanging in there back then. But I definitely can't deal with getting the measles and the mumps(and possibly, chickenpox II) if I get going with it. Nursing, that is.

So here I am, indifferent and unwilling to change my mind about what I want, approved and ready for transfer of majors, and quite...disconcerted about the amount of money that Mom spent for two years of fruitless collegiate education in the medical field.

I guess...helping...a constipated person(as in, removing the blockage collected along not just the lining of their anus but inside) wasn't my forte at all.

Granted, I know I'd do a lousy job at teaching too. Apparently, that's the main function of a nurse: to teach health care.

Yeah. Sure. I take care of myself "very well". ¬_¬

Still, I hope this milestone won't crack behind me before I can even make a new landmark. I've done about one...two...five of them along the old path. But even they weren't stable enough.

I think I know why now. It seems that I "thought" I could do well at Nursing.

And yet, I'm predictably a drop-out if I keep going like this. And I should've seen it coming before the third term.

The road won't be smooth for me from now on, but who's to say I don't have a couple of friends and a happy family behind me to support me?

Afterall, the Ruivivars have such an aptitude for computers. :)

Everyone, peace.

My...God...

Sun, 20 May 2007 02:08:34 GMT

Weirdest dream last night. And I only remembered as soon as I stepped into the shower this morning:

Of giant worms making their way out of the drain on the floor of my shower. X_X

And this one flesh-colored worm had red on its head(as in the front tip), which for a moment I thought was blood but turned out to be LIPSTICK. And then that thing rubbed its lipsticked head on the floor, and then it lifted its head to LOOK directly at me. What was left of that lipstick was a little red smiley face.

. . . Thoughts? Meat? Carnage? Trip to the psychiatrist? -.-

Never again...

Thu, 15 Mar 2007 09:15:37 GMT

This week hasn't been the smoothest, starting with the finals.

Then it came down to this: the death of a close friend.

If she really was so depressed enough to commit suicide...

...I don't find it hard to believe.

...Even though she was never depressed about anything. Just a practical, awesome, bouncing-off-the-walls type of girl who told me the freakiest ghost stories from her country(Korea). I'll never forget her. Even if I can't be sad enough to mourn for her loss, I just pray that wherever her soul went, perhaps as a Buddhist, she might have found enlightenment on the other side. If not, then at least it's warm down below...(seven Hells of Buddhism...still don't get it)

I have...no life/The dysfunctional Ipod/Oh, the many titles for this one...

Tue, 13 Feb 2007 04:59:46 GMT

Entry no. -never-matters-because-I-don't-count-noways-

Inside a jeep, riding back home...

Me: -fumbling with my Ipod to listen to music-

Ipod: -battery dies out-

Me: -presses the button to switch it back on-

Ipod: -lives again, only to die out again before I could even do anything else-

Me: -tries again, NUMEROUS TIMES-

Ipod: -same result-

And here comes the Inner Conflict that's become popular inside my brain...

Me: You stupid FRIGGIN' Ipod! LIVE!! LIVE!!!!

Me: -numerous clicks- I'm not going to stop pressing till you start working!!

Ipod: -switches on, but lasts for 3 seconds before dying out-

Me: Keep dying!!! I'll keep pressing!!!!!!!

Five minutes later...

Ipod: -quitting completely-

Me: -turns to the window and opens mouth in a silent(SILENT) scream- AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!FRUGGING SHITTY DYSFUNCTIONAL IPOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I SHOULD'VE BOUGHT THOSE MP4S I SAW EARLIER AT THE MALL AND REPLACED YOU!!!!!!!!!

Elderly man sitting across from me: -stares like I'm an idiot-

Me: YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE TOP QUALITY, DAMMIT!!!!!!! BETTER THAN ANY OTHER IN THE MARKET!! (ASIDE FROM THE ZEN) WTF IS THE MATTER WITH YOU!!!!!!!!!! SHITTY IPOD!!!!!! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO LAST LONGER THAN THIS!!!!!!!!! NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Me: -goes back to clicking- AKIRAMENAI!!!!!!! (trans: I'm not giving up)

Ten minutes later...

Ipod: -fzzt-

Me: -realizes she's almost home- ...I give up.

Here I am

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 11:52:20 GMT

So how does internet piss me off primarily? Easy: It keeps...DYING...OUT...ON...YOU.

Grrrrrrr...

But I guess it's turning out okay by the by.

And now...

MIDTERRRRRRRRRRRRMS!!!!!!!!!

-is a maelstrom of turmoil-

The trip of a lifetime

Fri, 26 Jan 2007 14:27:10 GMT

I don't care if I don't do crack. I'm tripping is all.

...Tripping with a bad case of writer's SEMI block. It's the worst. It's worse than max block. I hate it. x_x It always leaves me high and dry, before the field starts to get green again. But when I can't find the right fertilizer for the fru-fru tulips to grow, they wilt. -SIIIIIIIIIIIGH-

Paaaaaiiiinn.......