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Narrative Melancholy
"He took a shower that day, hoping to wash away that day's miseries. The night winds weren't cool as they ought to be and this just exasperated him more. The week wasn't kind as that day.
Failure seems to creep into his every affair. Ranging from grades and even to people, it seemed his luck was running dry. He was a happy person, as people remembered; devil may care and never a doubt. But no one did understand his plights; a plastic smile with plastic expressions is what they all see. Too bad really.
He turns the water on, and the sound of its gushes echo in the tiled surroundings of his bath. He undresses and the first splash of cold water seemed like a slap across his reddening cheek. The chill causes him to shiver but he doesn't move. He stands still, head down, and let the waters run down his hair. The drops of water run a simple pitter-patter melody, like a simple dismantlement. At this shower, he takes off the plastic fascade.
He closes his eyes, it makes it easier, and he begins to cry. No one knows he is missing direction. No one knows he has yet to find purpose, masquerading himself as a vagabond yet a wanderer in reality. A wanderer where his path goes wide and undending, like his indecisions. He walks paths with no signs and yet the people who met him on the way see him as a great adventurer but truth be told, his adventure is a fruitless one; a beginning, an end, with nothing in between.
It bears down heavy on him. He is troubled by his own fate, about the unknown that lies before him because all he sees is the darkness looming over the horizon. Death was a more loving mistress. He raises his head and lets the water hit his face directly. The water stings his eyes but the tears were already rushing -and mixing- with the shower.
Slowly, he turns the dial for the heat and his demeanor changes, into that of frustration. He spreads his arms over the wall of the shower and lets out a series of curses. They were swears for teachers, strangers and misfortunes but more over, he curses himself. He pounds on the walls, prying them for supposed answers but they were silent. They say walls have eyes or ears, too bad they didn't have answers. They just see him, -pounding- -swearing- -crying- but they were nothing. As he thought of himself -nothing-
What would await him outside was an unlit room. He could take out his miseries in the cleansing waters but they can never wash anything inside. The water can only cleanse so much. No amount of water, soap or shampoo can wash away what's going on inside. He steps out slowly but not after pushing the shower to full power, sending a powerful jet crashing into his head. He needed that. He dried himself and check in the mirror, none the wiser. No one was at home. He was alone. With nothing, -nothing-"
-Isaac
Riding the Lightning
7:18 PM
The Snap Out/Headbutting moment
In a comic it read, "You made your own hell" In that case, I damn well dug myself in it.
The one thing I like about this blogging thing is that, I can damn well pent out any anger that lingers in me instead of the usual headbutts on my door, and still come out into the day smiling happily and fooling everyone else that I am okay.
Well... like anyone's the wiser right?
Gimme a moment to focus everything...
3...
2...
1...
Today is one of those fucking days when the screw that's up your ass just goes a little bit deeper. The start of the week comes with Math Midterms and as everyone knows how I looooo(rolls eyes)ooove Math, I studied the whole fucking weekend for it. I read the book, the did the question sheets and spent my whole 2 hours, count em, two hours studying math straight. Furthermore, I spent English and Poetry class studying and at the end of that, came MATH MIDTERMS. It was like, by the end, all my studying was for nothing really. The fucking test had questions I didn't even have a clue of solving. Goddamn it all. How can anyone expect an average joe like me to pass that test with me, tired from school after staying from 9:30 to 6:30 in that hellpit. You have got to be kidding me, 9 frickin hours in school, ending in a midterm. That blows man but oh wait there's more.
Tuesday, in Math class, my prof announced there will be a quiz on thursday. I was like, "what the fuck" Our prof is okay and all but that's like a slap to the face. I got home the day before thinking I can lay off Math for a while but no, some malignant stroke of faith decides to kick me in the gut. After math though, Physics came. Ah, another fun subject, especially with a teacher that doesn't even teach the subject and expects us to pass the 5 fucking unit course.
Our Physics subject is spent on half-baked discussions and long silences. A few questions and a few blunders and they call that a course. Fucking ass subject. You spent 20 minutes on a question, FINALLY get an answer then the prof suddenly takes you back bec she missed out a detail and then after just says, that's it. Fuck. I swear, it's like she's from another friggin planet. Oh and by the way, quiz on thursday. So make that a kick to each testicle.
TODAY is Thursday and guess what broke the camel's back. Advisory Marks. More specifically, PHYSICS. A fucking F. I passed my first LT, right on the dot but when the grades came back, turned out I was 8% shy of passing. WHY?! because the quiz and assignment components were low. Well, I beg to differ, I WOULD do better if I am actually learning something. I ALSO beg to differ, if my teacher was actually competent in using my tuition for a DECENT teaching session not some wishy-washy bullshit. I passed my homeworks on time but my grades come in the option of 3 letters ( an F, a C or an A) then excuse me for not devoting my entire life on Physics, EXCUSE ME if I still have a life to tend to. Bullshit man, you pass everything but you get a lousy 1 point for a night's effort. Oh by the way, 1 can very well amount to a 0; they're both F's. That planet where my prof came from can only read in odd numbers. I would understand it clearly if I was given an assignment I can look up on or at least be taught in class but let's rule out learning in class because that is utter bullshit.
Right now, I'm having that itch to inflict some maniacal rage upon something. But I'd rather not, insanity doesnt hit you all at once, it comes from a residual loss of control. Nothing like going ballistic in a glass room with a baseball bat. It'd be so relieving to just let go and run. So comes the question whether or not I can still stay in ECCE. If this course demands people to be able to understand aliens in Physics class or take in Math like ice cream then by all means, show me the exit. I cannot be as smart as them, hell no, I have other things I'm interested in, just that I can't get it here. All I want is to finish this course, get a job, make money to jumpstart me into doing something I actually want.
Hey, a direction, finally.
Okay, that's it for me really. Rage is all gone now. Just a little more self-loathing and I'll be as good as new by tomorrow. Now excuse me, while I resume headbutting the doorway.
Riding the Lightning
7:33 PM
Midterm Stress
HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE MATH MIDTERMS *Just wanting to tell you all, it's been real*
Riding the Lightning
8:26 AM
Happy Endings
Honestly, I have nothing to write about and the thing about that is, I want to write even more.
Okay, so I've been reading a book of mine that I haven't gotten to reading until recently and I find it very endearing to me. This book is the Sandman's Companion, think of it like a synapsis of that incredible series. Isn't often that I'd praise something exultantly but this, this is not just any other "comic" or graphic novel that I leisure myself with --no-- this book, is a creed.
Now, as I read the synapsis of the first book (which I havent gotten around to buying cuz of no money) there was that one line that really hit me, in a way; "All Bette's stories have happy endings. That's because she knows where to stop. She's realized the real problem with stories -- if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death." I was like, wow cuz for me, it all made sense. In the most concrete examples, as I write my own stories I wanted them to go and on but later to realize that one day, these characters will have to end. Same with life, I guess. You are given your happy moments yet for how long, really? Because in the end, there will only be your inevitable end.
Sometimes I wish everyone would live in their happyily-ever-afters. Where Prince Charming would come; They end up with their pot of gold; The Big Bad Wolf gets lost; or when they are reunited with loved ones. But that only happens to a selected few. Most don't even get a happy ending. their lives a tragedy. I guess every person weaves a different thread or walks a different path and some, entitled with good fortunes seem to want to make it last forever yet the fact is, nothing ever does. The harsh reality is, tragedy and comedy come as pairs in everything and try as we might to avoid tragedy, it will find us as we trek our lives but just the same, comedy will find us also.
It is all just a matter of time.
Riding the Lightning
5:38 PM
Breaker
How long will it take for suffering to stop and you will finally feel release? I guess I often wonder why I still trek through life the way I do.
I never did grow up.
When I see friends around me, it seems that I am being left behind in a way. It's like I do not realize what I'm heading towards, often realizing the fact that I am not sure who I was, am and will be. College does that to you, I guess. With all the different paths of life available, I find myself perhaps in a standpoint of where I am heading because honestly, I do not know my own path. People often have a special something, a forte and they seek to follow that but for me, it's different, I'm a jack of all trades, master of nothing so it's pretty hard for me to decide on what I would be.
I lose my focus too much at times, often costing me a test and so but it's just because I have too much to think about other things. Engineering was never my thing but I like to think of the possibilities. I don't know, more than anything though, I'd like to be a Detective or something in Arts; writing, drawing, comics or graphics and such, but what will I expect from this place? Nothing much, happy enough if I get something, even happier if I end up happy. But I really did forget what I was looking for. I guess I'm just writing things like these to focus myself again. Been a long time really, since I learned to remember who I am. In fact, who am I, really? Just an anonymous person writing on an online diary. Wouldn't be different from other people.
The more I step forward, the more I fear the path ahead cuz I wander what lurks out there. Will it consume me or reward me? Or even worse, would I find myself straying too far on the wrong path? I'm afraid the only thing I will find is an empty shell of myself because moving forward means leaving behind some things, things I haven't finished or achieved yet; Dreams. I finally figured out what my parents told me about growing up, something like "Enjoy yourself while you're young, you won't get another chance to" From where I am, I can already see it and I fear it like a fear I have never --ever-- felt.
Riding the Lightning
10:45 PM
That No Budget Film
So the past week may have gone down the drain along with any signs of getting better on the next week BUT, I did manage to get my spirits up during the weekend. Nothing like a Vandal Scourge outing or more specifically, A FILMING!!! First ever, man. One for keeps haha.
You see, Berk and Gali had this film project which they are entering in the LFC contest (right guys?) Anyways, I got a message around wednesday and they asked me to come along as a 5th man. Now, I didn't really now what to expect cuz this was the first time I was going to work with Berk and Gali on something...
Well...
Since Toy Warz haha. Okay okay, so then, after nstp, they fetched me from KFC and surprisingly, JM was there also. Surprising cuz I didn't know he'd come along but t'was all good anyways. We got in the car then they briefed me on what was going to happen in th film. The main thing was, there was no script, no budget and only the four of us (who were in the car) going to get involved in the first day of filming. That didn't discourage us though because after all, this is Vandal Scourge's finest and most creative (*gloat* *gloat*) and we have become quite accustomed to winging it and improvising and have people believe it was well thought out. Yes, yes, a talent lost amongst other people.
The film was a horror film that they have deemed, "BILLS". The story is basically about 3 people who find these cursed rolls of bill and basically comes to a point where greed overcomes them and they kill themselves. Nice eh? Back in the car, they laid out the plan. I was going to play the stingy dude in jologs attire (?). They were relieved to see that I didn't need a costume anymore since I was already wearing something to fit my role, go figure. Next, I asked for a copy of the script to know what I was going to say. Thing is, there wasn't any. As Berk put it, we are a new breed of scriptwriters... urm... not really scriptwriters since we DON'T HAVE one so we are definitely a new breed of something... just...um... not... scriptwriters.
What commenced next was the determining of our fifth man who we were supposed to pick up yet in the middle of the discussion, we forgot one integral thing: We forgot the camera. Yes, weird eh? totally winging it this time hahaha. So we dropped the Starbucks scene and decided to just go straight into the scenes to be taken at Berk's house.
I swear, Berk has got to have one of the best houses I've ever been too. It's got secret passages, hidden rooms and skylights in the coolest places. Add that to a stock room of toys and tools and we got our movie set, WHICH we did intend to use to its fullest capacity. What followed were very funny incidents and ideas that basically lead up to it becoming a comedy film.
Out on the streets, Gali and I were flipping this roll of bills for the film. Odd you say? Tell that to the people who were passing by gawking at us. There was also that scene where we had JM ride a bike into a garage door. Actually, we had more outtakes than actual film so we wanted to make THAT into a documentary; The Makings of a No Budget Film. Basically, our main prop WAS the budget. I mean,1500 pesos was the main prop anyways but it "technically" was the budget. So I don't know what's going to happen. Berk and Gali will enter it in the contest and if it didn't win, we'll still keep it cuz after all, this was the FIRST collaborative film we have.
Next week, I hope we continue filming. I think we got more people this time and besides, Berk and Gali are really great in putting things together and I wouldn't want to see a wasted effort. So watch out for "BILL KILL: THE BRIBE" coming at you... after we... um... finish it
Riding the Lightning
7:42 PM
The Monday
Chalk one up for the guy who has it out for me, I just got another test on Wednesday. Gah, just about had enough of this week. Just wanna crawl into a little hole and die slowly. The thing with this life is, when you're falling, there will still be those people throwing down spears at you, birds pecking at you, or laying cement on the water below just before you hit bottom.
On a lighter note, here's another Chinger Wigger Figger Thing
So Ryan recently commented on the first CWFT of mine and I decided to tell the way I thought up of the kooky title for this segment. Apparently, I was in the shower and was pretty much in a writing low. No idea was pumping in the noggin so I wanted to write about something out of the box or just freestlye hence, Chinger Wigger Figger thing.
Then it hit us, why do we get the best ideas out of the bathroom. Apparetly, I asked some people and they agreed. WE DO GET GOOD IDEAS IN THE BATHROOM. Hence, some people and I have theorized some reasons why.
One good one is basically that you're alone in the john. You know, like some time alone with your thoughts. Weird notion but it's like when you're concentrating a lot to get your business over with, you tend to focus more and more. Hence when the ball drops, your mind is suddenly clear. Or maybe it's because of all those porcelain stuff. Or maybe just the soothing effects of the water in your shower, you know, how it melds with your tears when your in a down (drama! tama si Pao haha) but you know, something to think about. Thinking whilst in the bathroom, got an explanation? No, then don't make a big deal about it, it's nonsense anyway hahaha
Riding the Lightning
5:42 PM
The Sunday
The thing that made my day today: Ate 420 g of Planter's Salted Peanuts woohoo
Huh, maybe I'll that in every entry. Just love those peanuts, Brain food all I can say.
So what's up, people who read my blog? I can see that there hasn't been readers in a while but who cares! I'll keep writing anyways. So the week that passed was such a "fun" week. I got to talk with Sophia after a long time (yehey! *smiles*) and, it was formally the end of the break (boo! *frown*) so it is now the second semester and as a start for the new year, it sucks.
Got 3, read em, eat em, 3 Long Tests next week. I am not really panicking over poetry since it is a "get it or you don't" test and I pretty much give a pretty good guess that doesn't result in an F. As for math, all that takes is a lot of studying but even though, I still get a C. I mean, I get C's at almost every frickin math test anyways. There are days when I get a C+ but then I get a D then that brings me down to a C again. Funny how that works but hey, not complaining. Kinda feel low though cuz other people keep getting A's and stuff while I'm stuck with a C no matter how hard I try. Mainly cuz I don't have any long term goals, live the moment and live free I say.
Ain't that fun? Oh oh, here's the kicker, the test will last for as long as 3 hours. Hey, I think I got it, maybe I should just shoot myself in the head. Man, sometimes I really think Engineering just isn't for me but then what is... It's good that most of you know where you're headed but me, well, I just want to have a fun life in the end. Make some people smile on the way and hopefully feel good yourself. But first of all, you got these 3 god-awful tests to get by. Dunno about you but sometimes I see some subjects acting asjust obstacles to what you really want.
In other businesses, I've been driving back and forth ateneo now, hopefully, I can go solo in 2 more weeks and then... then, the possibilities! I will finally feel that great Driver's High hahaha and go to all sorts of places like coffeeshops or restaurants to get some quiet time. In DOTA, been losing. NEXT! Going slightly insane because of boredom, it's bad not having someone to talk to, isn't that right inanimate object? But then again, the dreams will never cease.
You get those feelings when a dream seems to blur into reality and you just wana get out of reality for a while. Ugh, I'm using big words. I want out, even for a while. So for the record, this is Kid wandering aimless. Hopefully, a new saga of events unfold and another story will be born, watch out for that, see you guys
Riding the Lightning
7:43 PM
Things
Once again, Freestyle. Utter nonsense coming your way
The Chinger Wigger Figger Thing
Here's something I find interesting. I'm pretty sure most of readers are of the male gender but I wanna at least try to interest some of the female readers as well. So I'll try something new in this entry. You notice all those magazines that show about relationships, dating, blah blah blah, that stuff? Well, from the real world and with real people, I can come up with my own set of "the typical style" of guys. Yes, it's weird but that's what I'm here for, to provide a little weirdness in your lives.
With all the college... life, I guess we can't help having those crushes and things like that coming over us. Now the funny thing is, since each person is unique there also comes a unique style and as some would question whether someone likes someone or not, there are definitely some patterns that I have noticed.
1. That Quiet Guy - the guy's style is to not even speak to you hahaha. Mainly because he's trying to think of what the hell to say. In the end though, you'll be lucky if you manage to get a hi out of him. Funny stuff, saw someone like this, went absolutely nuts when the girl smiled back and said hi in reply. hahaha.
2. That Adorable Fool - The guy makes cute teases on you trying to throw you off. Acting all funny and weird just to see you smile is one of his strategies to notice you... strategy not the right word but you get the point. In which case, girls often just consider the guy as a friend not to be taken seriously :( I don't get this haha
3. That Mysterious... Guy - He likes to stay away from most people because he needs his own space. When you talk to him, he will dazzle you with things and ideas you have never heard before. The most interesting person in the world kinda... thing. It's like opening a gift on Christmas day. You can't possibly figure out what's in the guy's head.
4. The Romantic Fool - Flowery style thing. Treats you like a queen and showers you with attention. You don't need to piece it out, since it is so obvious. Why girls don't know that the guy likes em, is beyond me. Hmm... in fact, why they don't know it is beyond me in all cases.
5. The Cool Romantic - Smooth, Suave Casanova. Wins hearts like loaded die hence is destined to be a player hahaha. But you can't help cuz he is sooooooo smooth... oh god. Hahaha. I shall stop talking about this since it's getting too weird even for me.
6. FRIEND - This guy has no utter hope cuz he is labeled as "ONLY AS A FRIEND" too bad really. Being friendly just to win you over becomes a burden once you have reached that friend's zone, as people think of it. But I don't believe in this crap really. Who wrote the rules anyway? haha.
7. The Oblivious One - You like him, and he doesnt know. You show all the signs, he doesn't get it. Hence you will become frustrated but not for long because well, you like him! It is hard to talk to someone who isn't interested hence it's like talking to a wall. Try throwing something heavy at him and shout out what you want him to know and maybe, just maybe, he'll get it.
Okay, how do I know this? After all the chats, conversations, dating shows, observations, TV, friends and family alike, you start to categorize some things anyways. I just think it would be nice to hear from a guy's point of view. Else I have lost some masculinity along the way... ugh, the things I do for writing's sake hahaha
Riding the Lightning
9:05 PM
Screw everything else, I got nothing to write about so it's going to be freestyle mwahahaha.
Playing now: Lacuna Coil - My Wings
So it was New Year's Eve two days ago and as everyone was kicking off the start of the year, I was chatting with Glenn, Stanley, Myles and Richmond. I was home alone then so I was pretty happy that they at least kept me company. Or, they didn't have anything to do for New Year's either.
What happened was the same old talk. Glenn with aspirations to change his image and of course, we talked about games. Never gets old tell you that. (Playing now: Evangelion - Both of you, Dance like you want to win) Made me realize a lot of things too; some things never do change like the way conversations go haha. I will always be the guy everyone's out to get and well, the others will always be who they were 5 years ago. Oh yeah sure, we did change in some ways but still, what makes us us is still there. That's good to hear.
(Playing now: Iced Earth - Dante's Inferno)
What happened next was that I had a good chat with Jojo, a high school friend of mine. What commenced was a conversation about porn on the new year hahaha, funny stuff. But get this, we did so using basketball terms. All in good fun, people. We aint maniacs hahaha. Then, when Myles and Richmond asked what I was doing (since Stan and Glenn left the confe), I told em about what I was chatting about and they got into it and amazingly, we found out that there WERE LOTS of basketball terms that can be associated with sex.
Here are examples (discretion advised since this was me, myles and richmond talking hence totally tackless/no bounds/nonsense conversation. Use your imagination)
-richmondody (6:56:58 AM): tapos out of bounds if it goes all over the place
-tmat_02 (6:59:22 AM): time out kung meron kang narinig na papasok sa kwarto
-tmat_02 (6:59:43 AM): technical foul? ano yung, minumura mo mo yung etits mo?
-mylr12686 (7:00:20 AM): overtime kng di pa masaya
-richmondody (7:00:25 AM): pag last pump, napunit yung balat
mylr12686 (7:00:33 AM): uhhhh
tmat_02 (7:00:34 AM): ew ew ew
richmondody (7:00:37 AM): shit
richmondody (7:00:42 AM): mental images!!!!
tmat_02 (7:00:47 AM): ditto
tmat_02 (7:00:49 AM): ew ew ew
-richmondody (7:02:14 AM): charging!!!!
-mylr12686 (7:02:17 AM): turn over
-mylr12686 (7:02:51 AM): behind the back pass
-richmondody (7:03:08 AM): travelling paano?
tmat_02 (7:03:28 AM): i think when u hold ur balls too long on a dribble
-mylr12686 (7:04:00 AM): crossover
richmondody (7:04:01 AM): fast break!!!!
-tmat_02 (7:04:33 AM): BUSTED RIM
richmondody (7:04:41 AM): oh my god busted rim
richmondody (7:04:45 AM): hahahahahahahahahahaha
mylr12686 (7:04:45 AM): ewww
-tmat_02 (7:06:12 AM): ally oop ano yun?
tmat_02 (7:06:14 AM): sinasalo?
-mylr12686 (7:06:32 AM): shotclock violation
mylr12686 (7:06:48 AM): took longer than 24 secs to ejaculate hahaha
So as you can see, we were pretty bored. It isn't good when we get bored cuz conversations tend to get totally dumb... yet fun. It was pretty funny after all. Happened after was my talk with Stanley about values we hold in highest priority but that's another story, for now, il post some interesting one liners from that New Year's conference. (Pretty sure no one will be chatting with me this year anymore hahaha)
(Now Playing: 3 Doors Down - Here Without You)
-stanman_2k4 (5:27:35 AM): halubalu!!!
-tmat_02 (5:28:32 AM): and i helped josh sing complicated
tmat_02 (5:28:39 AM): in a high pitch girly voice
-richmondody (5:36:29 AM): i'm not gonna teach any othe people how to curse in fookien
-mylr12686 (5:37:39 AM): BEFROE NEW YEAR ENDS TEACH ME HOW TO SWEAR IN FOOKIEN RICHMONDDD
-richmondody (5:40:00 AM): i swear i will get vengeance on something
tmat_02 (5:40:01 AM): hahaha
mylr12686 (5:40:10 AM): wat smething?
richmondody (5:40:14 AM): dunno yet
-stanman_2k4 (5:40:42 AM): *stabs glenn*
-mylr12686 (5:42:24 AM): must get holy shit godlike status >_< -
mylr12686 (5:43:46 AM): boo evil glenn
-tmat_02 (5:46:00 AM): il drop the plane on you
-alien_tea (5:46:31 AM): games are getting so boring now...how bout we mature and grow up then go way over our heads and stuff?
-mylr12686 (5:49:16 AM): WEIRD FREAK
-alien_tea (5:54:58 AM): marty has his own world
mylr12686 (5:55:01 AM): WHY YOU LITTLE!
-richmondody (5:56:38 AM): just said i wanted to burn something with one
-richmondody (5:58:51 AM): YARRRRR!!!!
-mylr12686 (5:58:58 AM): SPONGEBOB
mylr12686 (5:59:02 AM): shiver meh timbers
mylr12686 (5:59:06 AM): SQUIDWARRRDDDD
mylr12686 (5:59:19 AM): KEELHAUL
-richmondody (6:00:03 AM): keelhaul is to put someone in davy jones' closet matey -mylr12686 (6:00:51 AM): kellhaul is when they drag you behind the ship
mylr12686 (6:01:10 AM): if u didnt drown or get eaten bu sharks
mylr12686 (6:01:20 AM): they barnacles will get ya
-richmondody (6:01:16 AM): and you go to davey jones' locker
richmondody (6:01:18 AM): yeah thats it
richmondody (6:01:19 AM): locker
-mylr12686 (6:02:01 AM): imagine malnurished smelly adn dirty men on one ship
tmat_02 (6:02:36 AM): it's like riding with u guys after basketball in kwek's car
mylr12686 (6:02:51 AM): no kwek had dandruf on his chairs
mylr12686 (6:03:05 AM): and we were tryin NOT to sit on it
-tmat_02 (6:05:20 AM): it is we who have to do the keep in touching
tmat_02 (6:05:22 AM): ...
tmat_02 (6:05:25 AM): sounds wrong
mylr12686 (6:05:32 AM): i dont wanna touch THAT
stanman_2k4 (6:05:39 AM): i'm talking to my brother here
-mylr12686 (6:11:20 AM): GO AWAY GLENN
-tmat_02 (6:07:29 AM): i found batman with fencing action
-mylr12686 (6:08:25 AM): myn had flapping cape action
-mylr12686 (6:35:57 AM): i was figther theif.. we won cuz we had druid turned into a badger and got the flag
(Now playing: Vertical Horizon - Best I Ever Had)
If the whole year was compressed into one confe, that would be it: Friends, games and sheer nonsense, haha, I love being me. Been a long blog, I hope you tag on that board over there (---->) Happy New Year!!! Dare to live for another year
Riding the Lightning
9:07 PM
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