Fangirling/Fangirls (or Fanboying/Fanboys)

Now, you must have come across this word before if you have been socially active with the internet.

I know I know, before I begin, there are such things as Fanboys too but I'm expressing on the fact that Fanboys do not Fanboy as much as Fangirls Fangirl. Hope you got that. So what I'm going to do is to TRY to explain the activity phenomenon nowadays known as...Fangirling. Or Fangirls.
Definition:

According to the Urban Dictionary, a Fangirl is:

	A rabid breed of human female who is obesessed with either a fictional character or an actor. Similar to the breed of fanboy. Fangirls congregate at anime conventions and livejournal. Have been known to glomp, grope, and tackle when encountering said obesessions. Hmmm, not bad. The truth is, I think fangirling is the new term they got for someone expressing their "love" for their idol. And they can include pretty incredible and terrifying stuff.

Activities:

The action of Fangirling is usually done when the creature or fangirl/fanboy sees, hears, touches, tastes and smells anything related to their idol.
It is commonly known, or as I put it, as the Fangirl Effect Theorem. 
It is stated in the Fangirl Effect Theorem that automatically when a Fangirl is exposed to a topic concerning the idol the Fangirl is now affected by the Fangirl Effect which is talking and ranting non-stop about their idol in ever which way possible. Beware.
(The Fangirl Effect Theorem is also applicable to Fanboys) 

Habitat:
Fangirls/Fanboys are usually found in their rooms which always comes with a computer set and internet connection. It is very rare and unlikely to find a specie without such in their habitat.
They use these tools to feel closer to their idol, even though it is only by the form of pixelated and virtual contact.They believe that things such as Tweeting and Twitcams are helpful in making their idol know they actually do exist. SOME very, very lucky and very, very rich fangirls however will get to meet their idol in real life.
Other than their tools of trade, also one of the most common things you are sure to find in a fangirl's habitat are certain things related to their idol such as pictures, collectibles, posters, books, cd-s, etc. Some species actually use their habitat as well to show-off or compete their "love" to their idol.

They can form their room into a shrine of some sort, overnight.

Loyalty and Capability:

Fangirls and Fanboys are such interesting breeds because they can go to multiple heights in the terms of idolization. Over the last few internet years fangirls have already proven domination towards human minds.

It is amazing how humans are loyal and hardworking and dedicated enough for this kind of activity.

Even though Fangirls/Fanboys are usually kind in nature, heed my warning, they are very protective and can be very dangerous.

They can cause massive stampedes wherever their idol is, they can scream so loud your eardrums will bleed, they will bully/attack anyone, and I do mean anyone, that hinders them from their idol or even insult their idol. Some huge fanbases have been known to end someone's career. Imagine that!

They are also a part of the stalker specie, because they will probably know more about their idols than they know about themselves.

 

Overview:
All in all I can say that fangirling/ fanboying, or being a fangirl/fanboy, or being a part of a fanbase or fandom or fanmily isn't bad, but these species should ALWAYS get a healthy does of Respect :) 
And this includes all the other forms of respect, respect to another fanbase, respect to your idol's privacy, respect of rights and judgement and many more.

Although it is okay to protect your idol from those mean haters and useless opinions, we (YES, I am a fangirl) should always remember to be reasonable in those terms and not pressure them too much that they'd become a hater.

(Main causes of haters are actually the fans.)

Alright to give you a better understanding I will leave you with a usual example of a possible fangirl /fangirling situation, as so:

*meets idol*

Expectation:
You guys are such wonderful and incredible people and I really appreciate your talent!
You have changed my life and you guys inspire me to try and live out my dream in any way!
Thank you so much for all your hard work and I really appreciate it!
Can you please sign this autograph?
Thank you! Let's take a picture too, please?
I'd like to hug you as well, that would be amazing!
Thank you so much I'll never forget this!

Reality:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HHHHHHHHHHiloveyouhavemybabiesHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*faints*

The Legend of True Power

So we got this Performance Task for English in which we hafta write a story for our Modern Day Atenean.
It could be whatever you want it to be, so the story goes in your way.
Shoutout to my chosen Modern Day Atenean, Luanne Borras :)

So here goes, The Legend Of True Power..

In Mealea, a distant land trillions of light years away from the Milky Way Galaxy, there lived a population that look just like humans, except they’re an image of perfection and their eyes are in shades of colours not included in our visible spectrum. At one glance, they would look like harmless, beautiful and peaceful creatures but beware; each of them have unique powers and are capable of dangerous things. The inhabitants of Mealea, called Mealeans, are ranked on a special social class that are based between how exemplary your power is. The highest of which, is their king, King John. And the lowest, or so they say, is Luanne, for she does not have powers at all. This hierarchy is a cruel one. Because of being hatched without powers, Luanne was often discriminated by other heartless Mealeans. She would be bullied and teased of her weakness. She was called an outcast, a misfit, just another stick in the mud.

She was someone who didn’t quite fit in.

Although Luanne wasn’t so alone for she had faithful friends, Lyen & Dianne, two of the most powerful Mealeans in the realm.

One day, an evil witch from another galaxy, Florianne, decided to claim the wonderful land of Mealea for her own evildoings. She kidnapped King John and sent a poisonous air virus throughout the land that will poison every single Mealean who had any powers. Within short days, the poison took effect and the whole powerful population of Mealea was poisoned. None of them could even stand to fight.

Except one, Luanne the Powerless.

Realizing she was the only person that could save the entire realm, she set out to Florianne’s Burning palace and face the wicked witch herself. Sure, she would seem weak; she would seem useless, defenceless and easily defeated. But she didn’t survive all those years without powers for nothing. She knew that being underestimated is one of her advantages against the witch. As she arrived at the Burning Palace, she was able to cleverly distract the guards and divert herself directly to Florianne’s room. There she found the witch cackling to herself “Soon, oh very soon, Mealea would be mine!” She mocked of laughter.

Unable to resist herself, she snapped, “Not if I can help it.”

The Witch immediately turned around and eyed Luanne. She squinted and focused on Luanne’s beautiful Mealean features. Then she tilted her head to one side and curved her lips into an inhuman smile.

“You? A Powerless Mealean?” She laughed, “You must be kidding.”

Luanne smiled back savagely and shook her head. In a split second she withdrew a weapon from behind her that looked like a boomerang, except the sides were made of sharp, deadly swords. She flung it through the air. The Witch was startled by the fast hurdle of the weapon. She managed to move out of the way, but without the sharp boomerang cutting her black feather cape first. She shrieked a sound that could make a baby cry. She glared at Luanne, and threw a green orb the size of a billiard ball towards her. Then she threw another, and another.

Luanne managed to somersault her way from the first few orbs, but alas, one caught her to the chest and she flew backward. The sound of the Witch’s laughter echoed through the palace walls. She was now on her knees, her face red with anger and embarrassment. The orb was a solid form of evil energy that hit her so strongly that she may not get up.

“Quitting so soon, Powerless Mealean?” Florianne mocked ferociously.

Luanne stared hard at the sharp boomerang in her hand and threw the weapon to the Witch. The Witch just raised her hand, and before the boomerang could get any closer, it stopped in mid-air and vanished into a thick cloud of dust. “Pathetic.” She murmured at the sight of Luanne.

She moved closer to unmoving Luanne, mocking her as she took her each step.

“You are of no power. You cannot defeat me.” She took one step closer.

“You are not as special as your kind. You are an ugly misfit.” She took another step closer.

“You are not as beautiful as the others; you do not deserve to live.” She was now only a foot away from Luanne.

The words of the Witch echoed through Luanne’s mind. Could she be right? Did she not deserve to live with the others? Does their social class really determine her life?

No.

No matter what others would say, she should never be ashamed of who she is. She should be proud of herself, of what she’s done and what she’s capable of. There’s nobody else like her and nobody else should convince her otherwise. She managed to come here and defend her race, although she thought she has failed and she closed her eyes to prepare to die.

Suddenly she was glowing. Blue and Gold sparks were illuminating from her hair to her arms to the tips of her fingers. The Witch’s smile faded and she took a step back, “What is happening to you, powerless Mealean?”

Luanne suddenly felt the pressure on the hit vanish, her strength slowly generating back. She felt the crackles of short electric currents in the tips of her toes. She slowly started to stand up. Her face was the most beautiful sight Florianne had ever seen and the Witch backed away, the look of worry slapped on her face. She was startled by the sudden aura of energy coming from what was supposed to be a weak, powerless being. She decided to toughen up and threw another, a much bigger, green orb at Luanne. But the orb stopped and faded away before it hit the Mealean.

“I’ll tell you what’s happening.” Luanne said in a clear and powerful voice. “The Legend of True Power is coming true.” Then her lips curved into a sweet but savage smile which made Florianne’s eyes widen in horror as the Witch mouthed, “It can’t be.”

The Legend of True Power simply states that the true extraordinary power comes from within. It was only an old myth that the Mealeans’ Social Class didn’t really believe in. It can only be done when one finally understands that insecurities and flaws shouldn’t bring you down, that the true beauty is in your attitude and understanding towards others.

Although Luanne didn’t believe in such an old myth, it was happening to her right now, which sent chills across Florianne’s spine. Luanne was getting more powerful by the minute as the sparks ignited a thin layer of powerful energy around her body, and she was feeling better than ever before. If the Witch wants to regain control, she should act fast. She decided to make one last powerful attack in the hopes of stopping Luanne’s transformation process. She gathered all her sorcery knowledge and her power was building up on her palms. She knew if she’d do this she’d be in danger of destroying herself for using too much of her own power, but she was willing to take the risk. In a minute, she had created a big purple ball of evil energy and with all her might, she flung it towards Luanne.

Luanne raised one hand and the ball stopped, almost as quickly, it retraced its steps back to Florianne. The Witch ran as the purple ball she created herself was chasing her across the room, and Luanne watched in delight.

Florianne tried to run as fast as her feet could take her, but she was exhausted by calling in the large orb and couldn’t take a step further. The purple orb splashed as it reached her and a loud clap echoed throughout the castle as the Witch disappeared into tiny sparkles of glowing purple energy. Luanne blinked in surprise for everything happened so fast.

She looked at herself in her reflection at the Witch’s crystal mirror beside the door. Her eyes, face, arms and hair were somehow different.

“It is done.” She smiled to herself. Now that the Witch was gone, the air virus that poisoned Mealea will now fade and she would easily be able to save King John and bring him back to restore peace in Mealea.

And also she herself has changed for the better, and she knows that no one could ever hurt her again.

She never felt so alive.

Lucid Dreaming: Good or Bad?

So about a few weeks ago (or a month?!?! o.O)
I saw this post on 9gag...
(yes, I'm a 9gagger. It took my soul. Sheesh.)

It was about Lucid Dreaming, which is being able to be conscious in your dream and controlling it, basically.
OF COURSE IT GOT MY ATTENTION.
So I started searching about it,
I went here - www.world-of-lucid-dreaming.com
It's a good site :)
It says there that dreams happen every night, but they're so blurry that you can't remember them. Or you forget them 5 minutes after waking up.
No one exactly knows where dreams come from, but to me, to make it simpler,
When you're awake, you use the conscious part of the brain, but that doesn't mean your subconscious is absent.
But when you're asleep, you use the subconscious part of your brain that gives you your dreams, and lucid dreaming is living proof that that doesn't mean your conscious mind is absent when you're asleep.
Many people actually can have lucid dreams every time they sleep.
Now let's go to the reasoning:
Pros (advantages)
1.) In Lucid Dreaming you can live out your wildest fantasies: 
Not the usual fantasies, but even the ridiculous ones like FLYING, or KILLING SOMEBODY, or HAVING A DATE WITH YOUR CRUSH.
Anything.
Name it, think of it, and it's yours in your dreams.
a 360 degree High Definition view of your fantasies coming to life.
Who wouldn't want that?
2.) You can actually ask your subconscious self any question:
With proper technique and practice, you can soon (literally) talk to yourself in your dreams, but with a better response.
You can ask like, What job should I take?
or Who should I love?
or What should I do with him?
or Show me something funny. (not a question, but you can still do it.)
or anything.
3.) Good training for your brain:
By lucid dreaming, you can have a better and more alert brain, because you can teach it more things and let it develop into using some parts you may not use.
Yes, if you study, it will probably make you smarter, in SOME circumstances.
It's like exercising you brain but you won't have to do much sacrifice.
More virtual, i tell you.
Now to the cons:
1.)Sleep paralysis and O.B.E.s
These are times when your brain has fully paralyzed your body in preparation for dreaming, but you didn't achieve full dream status yet. So you settle in paranoia and you get scary hallucinations of the worst stuff that may happen to you. BUT YOU CAN'T MOVE A MUSCLE coz you are paralyzed.
Scary, i know.
These can turn to the most frightening nightmares imaginable. Yes, if you're weak-hearted, or some kind of scaredy-cat and you tried lucid dreaming, you might die of dreams. but only if you really, really are such a scared individual. No worries though, there's more chance of you getting beat up by a bunch of retarded giraffes than of you dying from nightmares.
2.) False Awakenings
Those are the times when you "wake up" from your dream, but you're not really awake, but you're dreaming
Aren't real cons, but are sometimes a bad possibility so yeah :D
OVER ALL:
In my opinion (no hate),
Lucid dreaming can be a very amazing experience to everyone.
So I'm going to label this one GOOD :)
*traditional lyen krenz thumbs up*
Why? Because whatever worse your nightmares can become, remember, it's still YOUR mind and you control everything that happens in them.
You CONTROL YOUR DREAMS.
So, the more confidence you have over your brain, the less chances of nonsense nightmares.
:))
Take it from me,
I actually realized I was dreaming in a dream once,
that I was in some space army with Nyx (random, I know.) then we were unpacking our things then suddenly I snapped,
"I'm dreaming aren't I?"
"What?"
"I'M DREAMING AREN'T I?!?!"
"What?"
then I flipped the table then suddenly I was alone.
I was looking at my feet, so excited that I was conscious that I was awake, and then I wanted to fly...
I was jumping, then all the excitement caused me to wake up -_-"
So YEAH, Lucid Dreaming is a thumbs up for me :)
How about you? Tweet me your answers, folks! @lyenkrenz ;)

Shakespeare?

Hello Guuuuuuuuuuuuyyyyyyyysssssssssss :DDD
You see, the school year's ending and now I hafta go say bye-bye to beloved 2-Kostka and go on to being a third year highschool person :3
BUT,
as I was cleaning out my bags, my room, and all bunch of stuff for school,
I kinda stumbled upon some of my previous S.Y. 2011-2012 poetry and short stories,
and since I found them pretty good, I decided to share them to ya, coz I luve ya :*
Here's the first one:
It's actually a reflective 3-stanza  poem I wrote fro my Christian Life Education class :))

     Feeling Alone, by LKPY ~orig~
                     Sometimes I feel like I have my moment,
                    All Alone, nothing really matters.
                    So I just pause in amazement,
                    Everything washed away by chatters.

                   Cold, dark, wild and free,
                   I just can't describe.
                   That thing I have with me,
                   That feeling myself vibe.

                  I just stare at empty space
                  Like I have my own place.
                  My thoughts disappear without a trace.
                 That smile I hide in my face.

WOW. JUST WOW.
For some reason, I can't believe I wrote this, and second, it makes somewhat more sense than some of the crappy new music today. No offense :O
Second here is a story I must've done when I was so bored in class, (which is rare, coz I'm Asian)
It's really, really random. Really.

"The Lovesick Frog and Logical Swan." by LKPY ~orig~
Once upon a time, a frog decided to marry a swan.
"Swan, oh please dearest swan, Marry me." The frog said.
"Eeeww! No! Yuck!"
"Please swan. I'll be the best husband you'll ever have."
"No, Frog. I don't love you."
"I'm sure you'll learn to love me. Marry me dear swan!"
"No, even if I do, where will we live?"
"Anywhere in this pond you like! You'll be my queen."
"No, what will our children look like!"
"I'm sure they'll get your grace and beauty dearest swan!"
"But they'll get your ugly bumps and disgusting green color and slime!"
"Eh, we can manage that. Oh please dear swan! Marry me!"
No frog! We can never be together." the swan said as she flew away.
The frog mourned and cried, until after years, he met another beautiful frog. They married and lived happily ever after. THE END.

OKAY, MY REACTION TO THIS:
I must've been high.
Not just, i-smoke-weed-too-much high, the makers-of-spongebob kinda high.
TROLOLOLOLOLOLOL, I laughed so much when I read this xDD

And lastly, and possibly the poem you might all relate to:
I wrote this for English and it contains 7/8 prepositional phrases.

Greek to me!
In my room, all alone.
Staring at my homework on my desk.
I have my friends I wanna phone.
To help me get this mess!
I though it would be a piece of cake,
But oh no! for my sake!
What is this, on my desk, really?!
It's all Greek to me!!

Voila! It could've been a high school nursery rhyme at that.
To be honest, it's one of my faves xDD
I had no idea I could write stuff like these.

Okay, so that is all :)
I'M SO RANDOM AND CRAZY, I know.
But Heck, I'm a teenager, that's what we do xD

Thank you, and follow me on twitter: @lyenkrenz

WE ARE SURVIVORS.

March 9, 2012

"I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it. I'm a survivor." Good, now sing it again the chipmunk way.

                       Okay, I'm not talking about the kind of survivor from cancer or something. Like, I'm talking about robbery or anything else that could've killed us.
You see, we live in this subdivision with many reports of robbery the past few days. Like this woman who just came from Florida was jogging (apparently, she had all her expensive jewelry with her) and then they got snatched by guys on a motorcycle. Next, about 2-3 houses were robbed as well. Everything happened quickly, but we took note that they all had something to do with a motorcycle.
One afternoon, when I was about to go home, I was in a car and lots of things were on my mind.
Stress.
and more bull.
I wanted to get away from all of it.
Without thinking, as if my hand was controlled by a ninja, my hand reached to my pocket and got out my cellphone and called my friend, Abigail (You would've known her from the POOL EXPERIENCE. It was her birthday that time. Tweet me if you want a link :))
So it went a little something like this:
"Hello?"
"Hello Ab, feel ko mag lakad lakad today." (I'd like to go walking)
"Nagastudy man ako sa exam." (I'm studying for an exam.)
"Oh. Okay." cue sad voice..
"Pwede man, mag review lang tayo habang naga walk." (It's possible, we can just walk while you're helping me review)
"Great, thanks, see ya."
and then as I got home, I threw my bag on my bed, got dressed, ate a little bit of mcdonalds and left.
I used my bike at the moment.
Lalallalalalalal~~ me, biking... lalalala.
So I get to Abigail's house, waited for a while outside until she finished her reviewer.
I left my bike and we started to walk.
Every time a flock of birds go by, we made a wish. Alexis told us so. xD
First I helped her review, like,
some names that sounded awkward I renamed.
I still remember, Edward Cullen Double Decker Burger
and there was Munckin living.
and two answers.
we laughed the whole time while we were even walking at the middle of the road.
Then we started talking about my problems at school, that was the main reason we met.
I could only FULLY trust Polarians.
then when we were beside the beach,
Vroooom, Vrooooom.
WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!?!
A motorcycle.
I told you to look out for motorcycles.
We looked back and saw two guys on a motorcycle, one wearing black, the driver, and the one behind him, in white.
We were already frozen and half-panicking because of the motorcycle.
We stopped.
No one was there, just us, the beach, the grass, the bird, the microorganisms and other cellular life.
Then they passed us, and were even smiling at us, I think, I didn't wear my glasses at the time.
BUTT WEIGHT,
at the end of the road, they stopped and started to turn around.
Abigail was like:

I was, too. but not very much because I couldn't see any much without my glasses.
then she started to walk away at the intersection before they could get any closer,
she whispered, "Hala, bumalik sila Lyen, alis na tayo lyen." (LYEN! THEY ARE COMING BACK! WE GOTTA GO!)
then I got it.
She started to run,
I started to run and scream.
Like so,

Really, I was.
So Abigail laughed while running,
and I laughed too.
Let me get this straight.
We were panicking WHILE laughing.
 We ran as fast as we can to the intersection, and proceeded to where there were people.
Then we got to her house and ate pancit.
we started talking about how I would blog this and post the telephone wire armed meme, which I did.
It was scary and fun.

Mostly fun, then came the possibility of getting robbed or killed or raped,
or even worse, expelled.
No, I'm totally kidding about the second statement.
But still,
ABIGAIL,
WE SURVIVED, THANKS TO YOU xDD
Beware people of Gulfview, beware of motorcycles I tell you.
xDD

Talkable: Dubstep (or any modern music for that matter)

I know, I know what you're thinking.
Some of you might think that dubstep is quite old for a trend.
It ain't hot no more.
WELL THERE, BUDDY, IT JUST MURDERED MY EARDRUMS TODAY.
I just heard of it,
BUT OHMIGOSH PEOPLE OF THE SOCIETY, what kind of ears do you have these days?
No offense to the people who are responsible for it,
or the people who invented it,
or the people who came up with an easier idea to get deaf....
or anything...
BUT HOLD ON THERE, PEOPLE.
You call THAT music these days...?
Let's get back in time shall we..


MUSIC BEFORE: (You decorated my life)
Coz you, decorated my lifeee..
Created the world.
when dreams are apart.
You decorated my life.

MUSIC NOW:
(Friday)
Yesterday was Thursday,
Today it is Friday.
Tomorrow is Saturday and Sunday comes afterwards.
(dubstep)
brrr pshhh daka daka nyaw nyaw prooop dacadaca nya nya nya nya prrsssssssshhh
cring nya nya cring brr pshhh brooooo click pshh brr nya nya nya nya crrr ping ping.
(DooDoo CaCa PeePee)
DooDoo Caca Doodoo caca pee pee
doodoo caca doodoo caca doo doo caca pee pee

...EXACTLY.
But take note, I don't blame anyone.
I mean, I do like modern songs. no offense taken,
but some are just worse than the others.

JIMOI!

                                 " Lucky I'm in love with my best friend..."

Sometimes, the best person you can fall in love with, is your best friend.
Why? Because they can understand you, be there for you, and you can have fun with them and be comfortable.
It all started last March 2, 2012. The day when we were supposed to take our Diagnostic Test. I was there ok? This is a true story. :)
Justin and Mimoi are my classmates,
Mimoi being a part of the Folle, a girl who's pretty, understanding, and likes basketball. She's awesome, take note. and she's my "daughter" (A's daughter, Jake's sister)
Justin being a mr. nice guy, an extremely shy, quiet, and sensible person. I'm not so close with him, I guess, but he's cool. We're bro's.We had a lot of funny experiences including the dance practices with Jake.
He had a great talent though.
He's an awesome singer.
Like Jordan Jansen's angelic voice...
Anyways, that day, witnesses say that they've been seen entering the room together.
Like, they both arrived at the same time.
Coincidence? I think not ;)
Then, they were always together.
When I went outside to sharpen my pencil, I saw them together too, sharpening their pencils, together. (yes, I just hafta exaggerate that they were together)

After about 2 tests, we had lunch time :D
I was there, minding my own business and talking with people, then Kass noticed them.

Then she started to mumble, until the whole class noticed.
Then as if our minds were thinking alike, we all made a quiet circle around them.
Thor was with a guitar, he brought one, and he was a guitar extraordinaire.
Then we serenaded them
With the song that started like,
"Do you hear me?
I'm talking to you.
Across the water,
across the deep blue,
oceaaaaaaan,
under the open skies, oh my, baby I'm trying.
Boy I hear you,
in my dreams.
I feel you whisper, across the sea.
I keep you with me,
in my heart.
You make it easier when life get's hard.
Lucky I'm in love with my best friend,
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acvIVA9-FMQ <---the song that might've given me the reason to feel giddy at them at the moment.
IT WAS THE SWEETEST THING YOU HAVE EVER SEEN.
And they didn't even look up, they were acting as if nothing is happening.
but Faye just noticed that the boy placed his hand above the girl's.
After their moment, the teacher got in.
But until the day ended,
we kept on bombarding them the question,
"KAYO NA BA?" (Are you together?)

 but they'd just reply,
"We're only best friends."

but theeeeeeeeen,
the next week,
they officially said that they were together.
I know when they might've met on the 1st quarter they'd not think that they'd be together.
But here they are, getting as sweet as ever.

Justin, DON'T EVER, EVER BREAK Darling Mimoi's heart.

Good luck and have fun, lovebirds <3

THE POOL EXPERIENCE

Febraury 25, 2012

 It all started when I woke up at about 9:41 am I think, because I slept late from blogging.
At 12:30, I attended the first event I would go to, in the mall, in which case we ate, had some laughs, looked around, and took a visit to the picture studio. I left when they were about to go to the movies, because I had to go to a second party. Also, because someone there was so shy it was annoying ( i wont tell who )
I was headed to the second party, a pool party, to celebrate my classmate and fellow Polarian, Abigail's birthday :D
I think I was a little late when I got there, but anyways, we became the first batch to go there, we had a lot of fun in the car, and we even picked up another friend, Claire.
We then set fort our journey to Eagle's Ridge.
WHICH TOOK US SO LONG. 
OH SUPER LONG.
Give or take, 10 minutes.
I know, my sarcasm needs a little work. Whatever.
Anyways, so when we got there, seems that the last people who had their reservation extended a little, so we had to wait near the playground before we could swim :D
There was this river with a bridge beside the playground, we went across too.
Even though some of us were practically about 15 or 16, we still ran around, screamed and had fun.
It was also so cool at the slide...and the swing, and the seesaw.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D
Then we got on to the pool because we kicked out er- made the last people leave.
Unfortunately, only 3 of the group along with some of Abigail's classmates jumped in.
I WAS ONE OF THEM :D
So we swam, we ate at that restaurant upstairs (which made us walk up that very, very, long stairway), then we swam again, then we ate the real food, then swim again, go up again, swim again, it was an awesome cycle that continued up until about 10 or 11 pm.
What made it better was the water balloons.
Nice, Claire, Jieco and Jewel would throw the balloons and we had to find them underwater.
One big case was the bees. We found out there were lots of drowned bees in the pool, and Jieco resurrected them of some sort xD and threw them to us.
We named the balloons to.
Jieco had SINK, the pink balloon.
I had JEWEL, the biggest green balloon. :D
Then Abigail taught me to float too.
Afterwards, went for coffee at Mt. Everest restaurant (I'd rather call it that, although it was Anton's.)
then swam again, and finally changed back to dry clothes at the bee-infested CR.
Afterwards, came one of the climax of the night.
TAKE NOTE: This was a true story.
:DDDD
~~~~~~
So, when we all were dried up, we realize that Abigail's parents just left us when they delivered the food.
So it was only us, and the empty pool, empty place.
Trust me, I would've wanted it to be empty, unless it was not.
I just noticed the balloon life-size soldier was already lying down.
Then they all felt a cold chill.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" one shrieked, which caused us to alarm.
We all screamed and gathered about 4 meters away from our table.
We squeezed with each other, we felt like sardines.
Our screamed sorta echoed that gave some of us goosebumps.
We were already proposing our theories about what we would do if there were a ghost or a zombie apocalypse.
"Let's stick together! If we get separated, the more chances that they will kill us one by one."
"Let's throw the zombie murderer to the pool, or we can jump in instead."
"We can just stab them with any object then ran away."
"Let's offer Jieco as sacrifice then run away while they devour him."
Ha ha ha, I didn't know about the last one, but someone did say that.
xDD
Then afterwards, some of them already had the feeling like, we were all being watched.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" someone shrieked again.
We all screamed, then ran towards the stairs.
We didn't get to the top yet though, we had a small refuge moment at the second drinking station before the Mt. Everest restaurant. 
Then we noticed that there was a dark, gloomy space to the left side.
We all shrieked, again,  this time, we went straight to the Mt. Everest resto.
We stayed there for a while, sat down and tried to regain our breaths.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!" someone shrieked again.
Then we all screamed and ran towards that function hall with the green light, and waited for Abigail's father.
Then we were all already pretty spooked, 
"What if there was a ghost in that car?"
"What if we'll never see the light of day again?"
"We should stick together, they can't kill us if we're together."
Then suddenly there was a light from a car, illuminating.
Our hopes were high, we thought we were saved.
Then it was just a red and black van, you know, one of those times when they kidnap kids using vans.
Everyone screamed and ran towards that poorly-lit table, it was a part of the restaurant, but it was higher, with spare tables and chairs to the dark side.
We all tried to convince ourselves that we were all just imagining things.
Suddenly, one of the caretakers, I presume, was there and we had to ask,
"Are there any ghosts here?"
he replied with flashlight flickering,
"Don't be afraid of the dead, fear the living. On those streets, just down there, it's where common people get raped and snatched." (of course, he said that in Tagalog.)
He was looking straight at Razia when he said 'rape'.
He was a creepy, old man, about 50, more or less.
Then we saw Abigail's car AT LAST.
We ran to it, and quickly scurried inside.
Before we left, we laughed at the experience,
BUT WE NOTICED.
The man who talked to us at the Resto was gone.
We had no choice but to just tell each other ghost stories in the car.

.....
THE END
Yes, it was pretty far-out, but truth be told, it happened. :))
 

Talkable: Fishing for compliments.

                                  "OHMIGOSH I'M SO UGLYYYYYYYYYY!!"

 (photo not mine, and no, she didn't say she was UGLYYY neither)

You see, you're on facebook, then suddenly you see a girl with a beautiful picture of herself, then you see the caption.
"I'm so ugly."
then you rush to comment and say how much they're wrong.
SRSLY? 
one thing, if you know you're ugly in that picture, WHY THE $%^& MUST THE WHOLE WIDE WEB KNOW?
and if you were, why would you post it in the first place?
You sir, are Fishing For Compliments.
It's called a Get-a-life-and-stop-fishing-for-compliments-you-attention-whore syndrome.
Sometimes, yeah, we do need a boost of our self esteem.
BUT THEN, when we argue with them about how pretty they are, they're like, "Oh nooooooooooo. I'm so uglyyyyyyy."
AW HELL NAW

As a matter of fact, yes $%^&*, you are ugly. 
WHAT? You want US to say that? that ain't the right way to ask for compliments. better yet show the whole world how pretty you are instead of fishing for those...good...modifiers.
Stop it.
Everyone knows your beautiful already. Cut the chase.
I mean, I do understand, sorta. When we say that we're pretty, people would say like we're boastful, or proud or something. that's why we're doing this.
I'm trying to find a logical explanation here.
So, who's at fault?
Both the us and that 'pretty' person.
THEM because why the heck do they have a self esteem problem. Go to a psychiatrist or your best friend.  kindly leave the social media alone.
US because we shouldn't judge them just because they think they're pretty or something. That's when they start to have self esteem issues. (yes, its our fault) tell a girl she's ugly and she'll remember it. 
NO ONE WAS MADE UGLY. 
Be happy of who you are, don't let others do it for you. :) :*

Don't read this. JUST. DON'T.

"No really, I got a rose, a letter, and some chocolates today. BUT THIS?"

 HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
 Emo all of a sudden?
Happy Valentine's everybody! :D
What did you get? A letter? Rose? Chocolates? a date? something special that your loved one did for you?
Congratulations!
No, but really.
Please ignore me this time.
This is just one of those times when I want someone to comfort me, but in my case, being forever alone, I write to take of ze pressure. I made a blog. and now, this is becoming quite, personal (?)
See? today is the day of the hearts for 2012.
I gave him cookies, you know, anonymously, just to see if he cares or something.
Like all girls do. Sorta.
And he was just like,
"Meh, Imma just eat this cookie and I won't care who the eff it came from."
I know, I know, some of you probably think that, it's true. That if one is given a cookie, he/she must eat it. No question.
BUT.
IT... was Valentine's.
Every action, every letter, tear, or confession given that day is special. Yes, that includes cookies.
but that wasn't just IT.
(C'mon, I wouldn't fret just because he ignored my cookie. hell naw.)
sometime later...
I saw him, writing a %$^*&#^ letter.
^%&*(^%$&- it means a bad word. I don't want to write it. O:)
then I saw a bouquet? was it a bouquet? or maybe just a flower.
WHATEVER, HE HAD FLOWERS.
and ...
and...
and a %^&*(^#%&$ heart shaped chocolate cake.
then he left the classroom, and came back texting.
OH %^&%%%%%%%%%%%%%&#.
Srsly.
SRSLY?
I know, it's my fault I was a bit shy. BUT SERIOUSLY? I DON'T DESERVE THAT.
or maybe i do, but still....
Hurt is all I feel right now.
How can he like someone who doesn't care for him as much as I do?
Why can't he just be a bit sensitive.
I AM SO ^&*%^## OBVIOUS ALREADY.
What does he want me to do?
Prepare a love song, gather all of our classmates to help me, and sing for him on stage?
welll....
AFTER WHAT HE'S DONE, HE AIN'T WORTH IT.
I wanted to cry too, but what the heck.
AW HELL NAH

No guy (except those in heaven and those who die) will ever make me cry.
NO, LYEN, JUST. NO.
I just know too much not to do it even if I wanted to that I won't do it.
Sorry for this. I was just too upset.
Don't worry, I have an idea for another talkable and a continuation to Classified Agent Inlove soon :)
 HERE, FROM ME, TO YOU:
HAPPY VALENTINES! ;))

Some Fantasies We All Dreamed

"To be honest, I know we all daydreamed about impossible stuff."

 Alright, so remember all those time when you just start to think about useless impossible things like maybe you were a mutant or something?
I'm sure you did. at least once, or many times. :)
Let's start off with something very typical,
"I wish I can turn back time."
Why? So that you can correct mistakes right? Get a good score in a quiz, rob a bank, tell a lie, or maybe even to just prevent an injury or something.
But my personal opinion here is that, whatever you are now, is a result of something you did that could've never changed. Unless you're regretting something, that's bad. But anyways, you know the time paradox thingy? Whatever you change in your past WILL affect your future.
So, let it go. You can always dream about it, but you may have to wait for a few more centuries, or years, or days, you'll never know, for a time machine be invented.
In the meantime, just hang in there, I guess.
Next, one of the basics as well,
"I wish I could fly."
Imagine all those times that instead of walking or waiting for the car, or even for the plane, you could've just flew? The feeling like, when you're up there, touching the clouds and everything, that would've been so awesome. This is definitely one I would like to have.
Too bad it's sorta impossible. I mean, humans have invented a few substitutes, like hang gliding or sky diving, but nothing can ever beat if you can fly. Just. So. Cool.
Also, let's not forget,
"I wish I can move things with my mind."
If you know who Andrew, Matilda, and Professor Charles Xavier were, then you would definitely get this.
They say it's called Telekinesis. Moving things with your mind. HOW EPIC IS THAT?
One word to describe this: Laziness.
This is what lazy people would love to have, imagine, you won't have to get up anymore (unless for peeing) because all your things will fly to you immediately.
C'mere, remote!
C'mere ice cream!
etcetera, etcetera...
Okay, how about the,
"I wish that I can just make all imperfections dissappear."
A quote from the insecure ones.
Pimples, Eye bags, glasses, dark skin, braces, big nose, big ears, all the basic "ugly" things people might've seen, you'd all want that away from you.
Well guess what?
Nobody's perfect, and you ain't nobody, unless you're Barbie.
We all have our flaws and bad vibes, why can't you just accept it?
I'm not trying to be the bad one here, but it's true, nevertheless.
BUT STILL, I have to admit, I've been through this. I always wanted to remove something, but sheesh, these days, all the boobs aren't all that real anymore.
So, for the forever alones,
"I wish he/she would like/love me back."
Alright, Valentine's day is coming. (Just reminding)
When we're lovesick, heartbroken, and all that emo, we always wanted for that one stupid bastard to like/love us back, and not to be so insensitive about the way we care for them. We care for them more than the ones they like, and guess what? They still don't appreciate us.
(Spoken with experience? ooohhh...)
It's normal, you know. Heartaches, and stuff, we always wanted for that person to show as much care for us as we do for them.
But a little tip from the free person:
If they ain't lovin' you back, they ain't worth your love at all.
(Ok, u must be wondering which side I'm at.)
That person, whomever he/she might be, isn't worth your time at all.
Now, a few supporting facts to this quote, is when you imagine all the sweet things you could've been doing when you two are together.
How meant to be you are, how perfect, but still, nothing happens.
THAT my dear readers, is the origin of this suckish quote, which I happen to understand. (found: guilty.)
Lastly, of course, the one fantasy I've always wanted for myself to come true,
"I wish I can grant my own wishes."
WHY?
coz like this, everybody wins! :D




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Forever alone (another vday short story)

"Okay, so you all heard my friend, Forever Alone here, right?"

                  
"ALRIGHT! THAT'S IT! GOODBYE ANDY."
"Wait! No! Jill! I'm sorry! Don't break up with me! No! Wait! I can explain-..."
she hang up on him. "Oh Sh*t. Great, just fantastic." he sighed.
He sat on the couch and stared at his unfinished martini on the table. Then he looked around, realizing what he had just done on the phone, whether should he regret it or stay single for the time being. Then his eyes were caught up on something. The calendar hanged up at the corner of the room.
"Wait, tomorrow's what?" he peeked closer...
"VALENTINES DAY?!?!" then he gave himself a major facepalm.
That explains why his girlfriend, Jill, possibly a supermodel if she wasn't so conceited, was so grumpy. Tomorrow would be the day of the hearts, the day every single person hates.
VALENTINES DAY.
he stood up, gulped the remaining martini and went inside his bedroom ans scourged around his closet, that looked like it has been dumped garbage with, for centuries.
Let me explain Andy to you. You see, he's much of a ladies' man. He knows his way around girls, can get them wherever he wants *ifyouknowwhatimean* whenever he wants. He's unexpectedly dashing and much of a smooth-talker, but he's like, a magnet for bad luck. He gets them, everytime.
"Ahh, here it is!" he smirked as he got a little black book full of girl's names and their addresses and phone numbers. He's quite a name dropper too. "Let's see, just ONE date for tomorrow and I'm all good." he sighed, realizing his objectives.
He picked up his phone and went into a calling craze.
If you're wondering how it went, here's a small edit of what the girls said to him.
"Sorry, I'm busy." , "Sorry, I already have a date." , "I made other plans." , "Who are you again?"
Poor Andy. His charm ain't turning right tonight. and what a bad night it picked, too.
He sighed and made his fingers crack, exhausted and deliberately desperate in finding a date tomorrow.
"What am I gonna do? I don't wanna be Forever Alone." he sighed as he threw his phone in his bed and dived through the haystack.
~*~*~*~*~*~
He woke up at 11am, the best time to wake up for him, because that means brunch and you're well rested.
He was even humming while cooking his breakfast, he ate, took a bath and changed clothes. He went to his friend's house, Max, video game millionaire, and played all the games some guys only dreamt of having. Yes, that was a video game paradise. Afterwards, he was called by Matt, another rich pal. They went around the city checking out his new Lamborghini, Ferrari and Chevrolet. Then he called his brother, Joey, and went to a skydiving center.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" he screamed as he jumped from the helicopter, all the way until he had to pull his parachute.
Afterwards, he called his brotherhood gang, and decided to end the day having a boy's night out with lots of beer and a great football game.
He went home, tired but happy from what happened by being forever alone this Valentines.
Before he went to sleep, someone knocked on his doorstep.
It was Jill.
"Hey, I'm sorry, I was just so mad. Forgive?" she said, seductively at that.
"On one condition."
*lesexytimeifyouknowwhatimean*
THIS WAS IN FACT, ANDY'S BEST EVER VALENTINE'S DAY.
Yours can be too. Don't let being single or heartbroken or something, stop you from having fun this Valentine's. NO DATE? NO PROBLEM. I know what you're thinking, who am I to tell you this, right? Just an advice, bro. Stop being emo, and enjoy what life has to offer.
If you have no rich millionaire friends who have Chevrolets, you always have 9gag ;)

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WHAT IS LOVE? (valentine's day special)

What is love?
A kid said,
"It's when your puppy licks your face when you get home...
even though you left him  the whole day."
A big brother said,
"It's when I know you steal and eat the chocolates in my bag that I bring home after school....
but I still keep in the same place."
A mother said,
"It's when I know you'll keep messing, and messing, and messing your bed every morning...
but I still make it up for you to sleep in every night."
A dog said,
"It's when even though you leave me here, every morning...
I still love you and guard your house."
And I say,
it's when you're willing to do it,
even though you know how much it'll hurt you, or how much that person doesn't know you're doing it.
LOVE is something we all have.
Just have to dig deeper then.
HAPPY VALENTINES! <3

The Stupid man (short story)

There once lived a stupid man, who lived in a stupid house, who drove in a stupid car, and had a stupid dog. He lived in a stupid village in a stupid city. He went to work in his stupid office every stupid day. His name was Jasper James Johnson. People call him Jam for short. One day when he was walking in a stupid park, he noticed a woman looking at the beautiful lake. He was stupidly surprised by her beauty and elegance that he approached her and asked her name. The girl in return, said her name. Her name was Carolina Protagina. People call her Carol. He complimented her about her name and they started to hang out in stupid places, saying stupid things to each other. And as we all know, this leads to stupid love (or does it?). They were both stupidly happy when suddenly Carol broke up with him. Jam didn’t understand and tried to follow her, only to figure out there was somebody else. He was so hurt…. He looked at his face in the mirror and said, “You stupid man! Why did you ever love that stupid woman! Well, I guess I was pretty stupid.” He told himself. A few stupid weeks have passed, then Carol went back to Jam and said sorry and all those crazy…err…..stupid things. She said that the man got bankrupt and that she loves Jam even more. But, Jam rejected her. And she felt sorry that why did she even bother to look at any other stupid man. She stupidly and sobbingly went away. Then, Jam looked at the mirror once more, and he said to himself, “You're really not as stupid as I thought you were.”