Come Electric Masskara 2009, I didn't know him yet.
But I met him already! Naks!

It's Kubo Tite...creator of Bleach.
He's now an insecurity...along with Masashi Kishimoto. LOL.
Argh!
I used to dwell in Middle Earth.
I used to dwell in the galaxy far far away.
I used to dwell in Hogwarts.
I used to dwell Konoha.
But now...
I love in Soul Society. Woot!
I heart Bleach so much! Haha.
I-Edison, 1999

II-Linnaeus, Intrams 2000
Christmas Party 2000 (the prairie is long gone)

Class Picture, 2003
Okie...so this is the original photo.
And then with Photoscape, it becomes this.

Set aside being prettier...the shift of the photo's appearance brings some emotional effect in me. Like a sudden bliss. Or peace. And the more you look at it, the more you wanna go back in the past.
The past is beautiful, eh?
Photoscape is Perfect for People Patronizing the Past.
Pweh.
This is beyond egotism. This is more than narcissism.
This is a mental disorder that I tend to crave for more, be the best, know everything, be on top. Bah!
I wanna seek a psychiatrist.

This is no good.
*I'm kind of lost these days. A lot of thoughts to think. *Gawd, Pasoy lent me his copy of Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment! Woot!
*Speaking of Pasoy...we have the yearbook!

*The latest issue in the hospital is about cross training. Bullshit! Sounds like effin reshuffling of staff.
*I'm kind of curious about Legend of the Seeker...hmmm.
*Voila! I created my first voodoo doll. Nyahaha! And I'm makin some more!

*Watashi wa Bompertsu desu. Hahaha. Niponggo is sooo cool! I'm learning much!
*I spent the rest of my money fixing my bike. And I'm bikin again. And also...strings for my guitar. So I might be composing again...soon.
*I heart Photoscape. Period.

Last week I bought some softwares.
I was desperate to have Photoshop in the laptop.
But effin saleslady, she gave me a pack with Photoscape inside.
What the heck is Photoscape?
I downloaded the thingy and explored it. Then returned the ware the next day for the real Photoshop.
But I ended up likin Photoscape. For reals!

Well, I could do a lot of stuffs.

Plus! The lomo tool!
It's just one click a way. Thinkin of pro.
I love Photoscape!
That's bullshit!
I want Kakashi!
Well, I just pray Sasuke arrives at Konoha soon and kill that bastard.
Rawr!
*I just feel like Iike exhausted with the summer that just ended. I need much sleep. But then I got to work at the same time. Bah.
*And I have a lot to do lately. Lots to write. Lots to read. I gotta finish Bleach soon. And Avatar. And a lot more. Dem pop culture.
*I was with Aiah the other night. She's having some probs right now. And what we did...well...moonlight picnic. I love that! Haha.
*And last night, I was with TRC pips. We had so much fun! Dinner at Aboy's and then KTV at KGB. Wasted to the max. Went home round 3am. How's that?
*With this new month starting...I think I'm renewed. I gotta leave the life I had with the past summer. I wanna try new things. I wanna meet new people. So sorry if I'm just confused nowadays.
*I'll be 23 before this month ends.
I was suppposed to go with the TRC people in their Bora trip last May 28.
But it conflicted with my escapade to Lawakon. So I ended up going last May 30. To go home by the next day. Well, how's that? I got a few effin hours in the island.
That was my first trip to Bora...alone. And yeah...an overnight stay in the island.
What's worse? T'was effin raining when I arrived. Or rather...there was a typhoon. LOL.
That was my first typhoon experience in Bora. LOL.
For the record...my fifth time in Bora in four consecutive years. Bragging.
But I just wanna culminate my summer with a night life in Bora. At least. So I went.
Had fun with the people somehow. What's good is that everything was for free. Even the money I spent for the trip was refunded.
Catching up my time...
Had massage. That was great!
Had camwhoring. Woot!
Had a nightout! Haha. Free drinks! I had a lot of fun. Summer's end but still a lot of people.
Early morning...went to Station 1 shores for another camwhoring sesssion.
Then passed by at Talipapa. Bought some souvenirs.
Then a trip back home.
That was exhausting but it made my summer complete.
I dunno but I think that would be my last trip in the island...
Sighs.
This time, I'm with my fellow nurses at Station 14. Hurrah!
Too bad, Maam Erlyn could not go with us. Sighs.
But we had to enjoy it, eh? We deserve it!
And besides, it's kinda late for us to have some fun. But better late than nevah.
So our destination, Lakawon Island. OMG! My first time.
T'was an hour and a half ride from Bacolod to Cadiz.
And a fifteen-minute boat ride from Cadiz to the island.
Wooohoot! It was fuckin hot. And guess what...too few people in the island.
Sounds like castaways. Wahehe.
We had just an overnight so we got to catch up with time.
We had swimming while the sun was at the zenith. OMG! I was dyin of heatstroke. But then, we had some fun!
And oh, camwhore myself.
Fun with my improvised poi. Nyahaha.
Lunchtime. Lots of foods...fingah foods.
Then, had some games. Volleyball fun!
I explored some parts of the island. Seen a lot of things. I heart!
Swimmin again by sunset. Woot!
By nightfall, everyone was quite fatigued. We were supposed to have tome booze...but everyone was uber weakened. For reals. So after dinner, we just talked and talked and then zzzzzz.
Early next morning, anothe poi session at the back of the island.
Last minute camwhoring.
And then, by noontime, headed at the edge of the island where one of us has a cousin. OMG! Fresh squid and crabs for lunch! BURP!
I had so much fun!
Home sweet home!
It's great I already began watching the series. It's effin good!
And now...the movie is comin.
Attack of the bandwagonners! LOL.
So this is Aang...

And this is Prince Zuko...uber cool!

Jai Ho!
Haha..
The film is just titles, The Last Airbender.
Because there's also an upcoming movie entitles Avatar.
Ok.
schizophrenia [skítsō frni ə]
noun
1 PSYCHIATRY psychiatric disorder affecting the coherence of the personality: a severe psychiatric disorder with symptoms of emotional instability, detachment from reality, often with delusions and hallucinations, and withdrawal into the self
2 offensive term: an offensive term for contradictory or conflicting attitudes, behavior, or qualities
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My father’s brother is psychotic. His other brother is suffering from paranoia and delusion of poverty. One of his first cousins is mentally retarded. One of his second cousins has a world of his own. Mental problems indeed run in the blood such that myself, being my father’s son, is likely a schizophrenic.
Of the two definitions of schizophrenia I mentioned above (courtesy of Encarta), I do not know which best defines my condition. Is my being schizophrenic a psychiatric disorder or just and offensive term I love referring to myself? Well, it’s up for those who know me well to tell. As for me, I rather pick the second one. If the first definition best defines me, then I might be in a place called ‘asylum’ and not writing this thing at all.
In this world of slang domination, anyone can be called a schizo as long as he behaves differently. In other words, being schizophrenic nowadays is synonymous to being weird, odd, and freaky. The first word there in the second definition is ‘offensive’. It’s true. As for me, I don’t feel offended being called a schizo. Maybe that’s the way my schizophrenia goes; I’m a schizo because I find it cool being such.
I confess that my friends had confessed that they find me weird, odd, and freaky...a schizo. That’s no offense I know. In fact, with my behavior, they find me fun to be with. My behavior is something I am proud of; with head held up high to the extent that I put up a column in our school paper for my crazy thoughts. I eat banana cue while malling, I boast something I bought from ukay-ukay, and I take a bath every 12:00 midnight. I’m just being true to myself because inhibitions define torture to me.
My other oddities as follows…
I define leisure in three words: books, movies and Internet. When I was young, my parents would either leave me in a crib full of books or to their friend who was a librarian. Thus began my bibliomania. I read books, I sniff at their pages, I feel their texture, I hear them calling attention, and if only they’re edible, I will eat them. One of my hobbies is book hunting, that is, visiting bookstores with secondhand books searching rare-to-find ones. Speaking of movies, my taste is somewhat different. When the masses think that The Matrix is cool, I think it’s pathetic and a waste of time. When the masses think that it’s jologs to watch the local flick, Jologs, I think otherwise. When people are fond of crying, laughing, screaming, sleeping, and fornicating in the cinema, I am fond of memorizing punchlines. As to the Internet, I think that it’s the most entertaining invention of mankind for mankind. Aside from my being fond of making webpages, I have nothing to say.
I took up my course BS Nursing with a very odd reason: I just wanted to go abroad and get the autograph of some famous personality. So far, the course is not being a curse for my fanatical decision. I’m loving it.
In Maslow’s Heirarchy of Needs, ‘writing’ is something that does not belong at the base of the conceptual pyramid. I stand for an exception. The hobby of writing for me is something as important as food, shelter, clothing, and sex. It’s a physiologic need in my case. My hand itches when it’s not holding a pen; why not spoil it?
I tend to laugh in different ways depending on what is to laugh about. I have this kind of laugh that is as if I’m a panting dog. I have also this laugh like that of someone who got a nasal problem. Sometimes, I laugh like that of an idiot. And many other laughs. Nyahaha!
I am a person who is numb for harsh words, not until Mr. Ego gets hit. No, this is not masochism for verbal abuse. It’s just that what other say against me is a challenge in my part thus becomes food for my ears. And before I forget, I really believe in karma.
My simple pleasures happened to be really simple. I love foggy mornings where everything else is dewy. I love the sound of raindrops tapping on the roof. I love tickling fat layers of my obese friends. I love being at the top of a Ferris Wheel. I love the coarse feeling of rice grains in my palm. I love catching dragonflies. I love touching my arm-pits. Such simple things and many others do give me joy.
Let’s go to dislikes. I hate cockroaches because they are the ugliest creatures in the world. I hate people who are smart but pretend to be morons. I hate brownouts. I hate it when my opinion is neglected. I hate commercials with kikay endorsers. I hate cellphone addicts. I hate on-the-spot quizzes. I hate tonsillitis and otitis media. Most of all, I hate it when someone hates me.
I am a highly ambitious person. I strongly believe in the cliché, “Hindi naman masamang mangarap eh.” Aside from being a nurse, I also want to become a novelist someday, or a photographer, or a filmmaker, or a painter, or a teacher, or an actor, or a scientist, or an otorhinolaryngologist. I admit having a lot of insecurities in life. Of all the people in the world, I envy most Dr. Jose Rizal. If only he didn’t have those fifty-something or more professions, then I am not this ambitious.
Whether on TV shows, in movies, in novels, or in real-life situations, I do love villains much as I think that protagonists are boring. When something has a story, being good in it is corny for my senses. I love villains. Their costumes are fascinating and the way they laugh gives me goosebumps of satisfaction. Not to mention their unforgettable punchlines.
In my age, while other people of my age are drinking liquors, smoking, and making babies, I still watch cartoons. I still believe that sleeping when your hair is wet causes blindness. I still buy toys and K-Zone! I still kiss my parents in their cheeks in public. Sigh. Why can’t I just go back to being a kid again?
I am suffering from Narcissism [no, not that severe as you might be thinking]. My over-all package is not that crush-able. I look terrible courtesy of comedo, sebum, vulgaris, rosacea, and other dreadful things my dermatologist had told me. But that’s no hindrance for me to like the camera. Whether on webcam, phone cam, digital cam or just the manual cam, I love taking pictures of myself. Now you know what irony means. If I’m not a fan of someone, I am a fan of myself.
Though my IQ seems fair, I have a unique form of dyslexia. I say it’s unique because so far, I never met someone having such also. I am dyslexic brought about by the fact that I cannot identify where is LEFT and where is RIGHT. The two words always confuse me until someone identifies for me. When I was on cadet training in high school, I would usually get into trouble because I don’t know where to turn every time the commander orders to the left or to the right. Imagine the catastrophe.
I don’t have MPD but I tend to pretend having such. For the benefit of the laymen, MPD stands for Multiple Personality Disorder and it is the tendency of a person to exhibit behaviors that is not done by the real him because some other personas dominate his self. One moment he’s righteous, then he becomes vile, then becomes childish, then becomes jolly, then back to righteous. Having MPD, one could be a psycho killer and verbalize in the courtroom that he had not killed someone at all. I think it’s cool having MPD. One of hobbies is looking at the mirror and act like Gollum in The Lord of the Rings. Now that’s real weird. My reason? Probably it’s my method of escape to reality or just one of my ego-defenses.
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Admit it! After reading this confession thing you have become schizophrenic yourself. Nyahaha!
Be yourself, don’t be a fool; normal is boring, odd is cool. There’s nothing wrong being true to yourself. Sometimes, I am forced to believe that nakedness is the best outfit of man. Nah, that’s taboo. But think about it.
One thing to remember to avoid the real schizophrenia: Always go back to reality, no matter how happy or sad it is for you. Life is worth living but sometimes, it’s nothing without humor.