The Cupcake-y Diaries

WHOSE RESPONSIBLE THIS!?

2009-09-30T09:32:00.000+08:00

I rate the following post as R-18 for language and ... well, you get the picture.

There is now a reason why you should brush up on your English because lately, a person with bad grammar and bad writing skills and a porn imagination so WRONG just started a an online meme going around the internet. If you are Brickhousebunny21 then I AM talking about you.

This all started when this blog featured an out-of-this world Pokemon story. But it's not just ANY old Pokemon story. Being entitled "Adopting A Cute Bear Cub", you would've never guessed that the story tells about — ready? — a girl having sex with her 8-year-old teddy bear pokemon (teddiursa) named Buster! It's a combination of pedophilia, bestiality and wrong grammar.

Out of curiosity, I checked out the story. And it was so WRONG in many, many levels! Aside from an eighteen year-old girl relieving her self with an eight-year old adopted pokemon, tehre are other things that are so... urgh.

First off, the main character (May) referred to her breasts as "MILK JUNKIES". If he was starting to coin a new term for boobs, breasts or mammary glands then it was EPIC PHAIL. And why the hell does a girl talk to a pokemon about "seeing her milk junkies", for crying out loud! And why the hell would a pokemon be aroused by anything else but a pokemon!? The story crosses, violates and discards the borders of life!

Buster (the 8-year-old teddiursa) called May "MOMMY"... All the time, which was when he met her, when she took him home, when they were plainly talking, during foreplay, during sex, during orgasm—what the hell is WRONG with the author of this story?

And finally, a two-inch pokemon has a six-inch cock!? You're INSANE!! What the hell do female teddiursa's HAVE that aids them in breeding, may I ask!? Enlighten me. PLEASE.

It's just so WRONG, it's FAMOUS.

Brickhousebunny21 found out eventually about this going on. Fueled by rage, injured pride and his wonderfully flaming grammar, he left a comment on said blog post and from where I quote:

Brickhousebunny21 said:

WHOSE RESPONSIBLE THIS? I wanna know whose idea was this RIGHT NOW. Who did this on purpose, huh? I found this little secret and I'm so angry I wanna know who did this and why or I'll report everyone here to the site moderaters on this website and Yiffstar and have the one responsible BANNED FOR LIFE. NOW TELL ME WHO DID THIS NOW?

If he wanted people to cease giving "attention" to his story then, congratulations, he did it!! Now his comment is as famous as his story. If he wanted to command respect and instill ph33r then, like his story, it's an EPIC PHAIL. He seems to be good at "epic phailing".

Apparently some other blog talked about this and Brickhousebunny21 STILL found out and said:

Fisrt, nobody checks spellling on the internet!!!! SEcond, I"m only in high school, so give me a fucking break!!! Third, I am what they call the best of the best, so mock all you want, but I have my fans, and they lvoe my stories!!!!

Now if you were a tad bit clever, you'd know better than NOT check your spelling and/or grammar AGAIN. Why? Because people LVOE making fun of it especially when you claim to be "the best of the best" yet have trouble with capital letters, punctuation marks, swears a lot and makes one of the most horrifying and disturbing pedo-bestial fan fictions I've read. "The best of the best". Oh, dear, yeah, we believe you... SO MUCH.

Okay, so before I kill off one of my blood cells from laughing, let's analyze Brickhousebunny21's side. He's mad because his story got raped. It was posted/featured in a bad way without his/her consent and his "awesum" skills were criticized by low-life mongrels who know better English than him. He thinks his story is TOO GOOD to be featured in a BAD way.

Well, boo-frickity-hoo!

Analyze. How many people out there write fanfiction without proper grammar but don't get features like this? It's because the grammar isn't the issue. Wrong grammar is not exactly funny but if you combine it with a highly disturbing idea then you have a laughing stock of the cyber world. I mean, human girl talking dirty while having sex with a teddiursa calling her "MOOOOOOMMY!" during orgasm... WTF!? Or do animals copulate with humans where you came from!?

One thing people should know is that the internet is WIDE. Everything you put up there is subject to criticism. Now there IS a difference between constructive criticism and destructive criticism and that people should use the latter than the former. But not everyone understands that, right? The internet has no definite rules so if you can't handle people like that then DON'T POST ANYTHING AT ALL. If you think THOSE people poking fun at you are immature then at least prove that you are better than them and DON'T do stupid things like what Brickhousebunny21 has done?

PLEASE.

Iron Man + Incredible Hulk + Spiderman

2009-07-27T13:45:00.003+08:00

A "WHAAAAAAAAT!?" with eyes widened, eyebrows shot up and a mouth flung open was my reaction when my classmate told me that Iron Man, Incredible Hulk and Spiderman were joining forces. Not that I had no idea but what was more surprising were the details.

"Tony Stark built a device for Incredible Hulk." said my classmate.
"For his... Anger management?" I asked.
"Kind of." he said without hesitation, "And some armor, I think."
"Armor!?" I nearly blasted.

My head spun.

"Yeah and he even made one for Spiderman, too."

Yeah, I could see Spiderman having a new suit care of Stark Industries; him having new web flingie thingies and stuff but I was too lost in the image of Hulk wearing a Stark Industries Spartan armor to dwell on Spiderman's could-be awesomeness.

"It's made out of the same thing that makes up Captain America's shield."

I'm not about to pretend I'm cool. I don't know much about Captain America so I don't know what his sheild is made of. That I can say honestly. But that just added to my imaginary Hulk wearing Stark Industries Spartan armor with a Captain Sparta kind of shield.

My head spun again.

"Where did you learn all this?" I asked again.
"The internet." He replied. Pretty surely at that.

Now before anyone starts calling me an idiot for anything, let me tell you that this blog post is merely for SHARING. I don't intend to confirm or reject/deny the existence of so-called group and said details. It's just that I was shocked.

I told the same story to one other friend of mine while sitting in the cinema in wait for the Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen Movie and his reaction was no different than mine.

"THE HULK NEEDS AN ARMOR!?!?!"

I think his head spun, too.

A Note From Tony Stark

2009-07-27T13:45:00.001+08:00

It IS from Tony Stark. He signed it, see?
If you don't have a problem with this (and most especially if you admire that coffee stain on the note), then you probably won't have any problems signing up for Tony Starks' Company, Stark Industries.

Me? Lying?

See for yourself.

The purpose of the site is perhaps only for advertising purposes so please do not sue Paramount Pictures if you don't receive any response on your application.

Good luck!

P.S.
Oh, and I sincerely LOVED the "Experience Assessment" part. SO Tony Stark-ish!! I can imagine him writing it and "discussing" it with Pepper. Yay!

You Jump On 1... 2... 7520255633!!!

2009-07-27T13:44:00.001+08:00

I've been so late in posting anything that I think my blog nearly died on me. I have a perfectly logical explanation for that, though and that is... I have been busy. Yes, people! I have been busy on several things ranging from accompanying my undecided classmate who needs moral support when buying his school shoes to reviewing for a programming competition this coming August 7!

One of the things that was worth the effort and tiredness was helping out Lawrence and his party for their Meeting de Avance preparation. Lawrence, my classmate who I fondly call my son, was running for Student Council president and I was given the happy privilege of taking their pictures for their tarpaulin poster.

This was the one that used:

LSS : League of Sovereign Students

Lovely, aren't they? There was this member who was SO MISSED because he was SO MISSING! I forgot his name. I think it starts with an "A". Kisha, Lawrence, do enlighten me. Was his name Arnold or something?

Anyway, would you believe that THIS was the picture BEFORE that?

Whatever Kisha and Lawrence are talking about, I have noooooo idea.

While the rest of the group remained focused and poised with the most dashing of smiles, Kisha and Lawrence seemed to be discussing something. The one in the middle looking at the girl beside him is Lawrence. And "the girl beside him" is Kisha. I have no idea what they have been discussing but I think Lawrence was caught in this photo responding to Kisha's statement.

KISHA IS MADALDAL!! MY SON IS INNOCENT!!

BAD KISHA! BAD KISHA!

_{We love you, Kisha!}

STI Student Council candidates or STI Version : Dawson's Creek??

We now give you a dose of people power gone cuteness. Don't you just ADORE their smiling faces? But now that I think about it, isn't it kind of disturbing how the smiles and the poses don't mix...? I don't know anymore!

And since we're all happy and wholesome, we tried incorporating some Walt Disney into the pictures. What better group shots than Snow White and the — er, I mean, HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL! If you don't know High School Musical then let me tell you that I won't tell you what it's about but I WILL show you a reference picture of what we were trying to imitate.

If you do not see the common factor in the picture above then SOMETHING IS HORRIBLY WRONG WITH YOU!!

I don't remember properly whose idea was it to make the candidates jump but I think it was me. (Eek!) They were okay with it anyway so we commenced with it. We (or was it just I??) kinda knew that these pictures were going to be blurred to some extent and that they weren't going to be used for the tarpaulin but we still went on with it, probably for the lulz and to liven up some dying brain cells.

First Attempt : Too Late

I pressed the shutter too late and took the picture when they have landed. Gawd, I need to practice my shutter speed skills.

Second Attempt : Too Early

Oh, wow, look at those "getting ready" faces~!! You can feel the energy kicking in... Except, I guess for those two girls at the left. I wonder what she's staring at. Maybe they can see something we don't? Do share, hunnies.

FINALLY! Perfect! (Sort of)

Finally got it right!! Look who jumped the highest and look at who didn't jump!!

BAD HAROLD! BAD HAROLD!

_{We love you, Kisha! Wait... WHAT!?}

I wonder if I should censor the fingers of the guy on the right? Hmm... Plus the two girls on the right seem to be standing in mid-air. I applaud your gravity-defying skills, girls!! Ever heard of mirrored poses? *points to Kisha and same-pose friend* Dennis, I applaud your cosplaying attempt on mid-air exorcist but, really, I don't think you should have bothered with it...!!

I had fun with this short shoot. They were all cool and fun to be with. Directing a shoot is a challenge and I am very interested. I look forward to shooting with other people with my trusty Canon SD30, Xeiss!!

P.S.
Expect a Tagalog version of this post

P.S.S.
Kisha, Dennis and the rest of L.S.S. ... DON'T KILL ME!!
I L00FZ J00~!! ♥

Read Before Reacting

2009-06-15T14:38:00.001+08:00

I won't beat around the bush. I feel so pissed off that I'm not in the proper mind to think of a good introduction for this. I'll keep it simple. If I post something about a certain person and you feel that it's you, contact me personally.

Aside from the comment form located at the end of each post...

I have an e-mail address.
I have a phone number.
I have social network accounts.

YOU CAN MESSAGE ME PRIVATELY THROUGH THE AFOREMENTIONED CONTACT DETAILS.

First off, I don't understand why you need to bash me publicly online. My plurk timeline is not for you to put up your personal issues with me especially if you go OFF TOPIC. For the love of all that is good, please be human enough to give me time to explain. Who the hell do you think you are assuming you know what I'm writing about? Who the hell do you think you are to talk to me like you know me, like you have any idea about what went on? Please do not prove yourselves of your idiocy by giving stupid reactions and spouting nonsense from someone who did not bother to read the post properly! PLEASE, people, if you're human, please let me remind you that I human WITH THE SAME FREAKING RIGHTS AS YOU ARE. I am not a cyber entity with AI programmed to post blogposts at anyone's command!

And when you contact me, at least ask me if I was talking about you or not. I'm not hipocritical enough to deny you the truth. If I'm talking about you, I'm going to tell you. If I'm not, well, then I'm not! What the hell do you want me to say! If you contact me, make sure you're there to get to the bottom of everything and not to just ACCUSE me of something without asking me if I'm either guilty or innocent. That's just so ludicrous! Do NOT immediately bombard me with a message accusing me of something or demanding that I tell you this or that or making vendettas out of nowhere. That's just so WRONG on so many levels!

I am sick of people who tell me I'm talking about them when in reality, I'm talking about people in general! There are people who talk to me and say something like "You should've just told me" or "I didn't do what you posted. Where'd you get that?" or "Why do you say something like that about me!?"

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!?

I should've told you WHAT? If there's anything that needs to be said to anyone, I say it. PERIOD. How sure are you people that I'm even talking about YOU!? Could you at least give me some respect as a writer and give yourself some dignity as a person to at least settle things down like a normal, civil human being and ASK ME WHAT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT!? Seriously, what is so HARD in saying, "Were you talking about me back there?" The thing about you is that YOU SAY WHAT YOU WANT FIRST and GET INTO THE DETAILS LATER.

Again... GET ON YOUR DUFF AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT THAT ATTITUDE, DUDE.

You will end up looking like a bigger idiot than myself.

I am entitled to my opinion. You are entitled to yours. But to assume something without asking me is way over the line. I am very, very, very, VERY PISSED OFF.

I hate, detest, scorn and abhor people who do thinks without the least shred of thought — people who talk about something out of mere impulse. If you don't know what you're talking about, I won't tell you to shut up but at least don't put matters into your hands.

If you think you're good enough to accuse me then at least act like you're better than me. Don't walk up to me with no respect, no judgement and SHEER BIAS. You're not paying me anything and you're my nobody. If you don't want to read my blog posts then FINE!! Be that way and better that way!!

The First RX-78-2 in 1/1 scale

2009-06-11T10:02:00.002+08:00

What would you do if you looked out your window and saw this?

Nice diorama, huh? Well, that's if real trees, real highway, real buildings and real people count as "diorama" things. Yep, people. What you are seeing now is a picture of a life-size Gundam RX-78-2. This 18m statue of RX-78-2 was assembled in Odaiba in celebration of Mobile Suit Gundam's 30th Anniversary.

I first read about this in one of my friends' plurks where he mentioned wanting to pilot "this". Curious about what "this" was, I checked it out and ended up in this page. The first picture had me stunned and smiling. Although I love the Gundam series since I met Gundam Wing, I do not have extensive knowledge of the series in general but having seen those pictures gave me goosebumps. I recall the time when I re-opened my Gundam Model Kit collection. It was very nostalgic how I chased everything and anything that looked "Gundam-y" when I was twelve. I'm the type of girl who treats my model kits as stuff toys and refer to them as "baby", "precious", "love" or other terms that would most probably embarrass my manry mech kits but I just love them so muuuuuuch! More of that here. I also remember how my guy classmates and I planned on creating a real-life Gundam. I forgot what our purpose was but my main reason for making it were:

It's cute. _{Yes, people. Robots with rifles and beam sabers and canons are classified as cute unless stated otherwise.}
It's cool ~~and you will dare not argue with that!!~~
I want to go to school using my Gundam _{or a Chocobo. Whichever I get first.}

Yes, a genetically-engineered chick that would grow the height of an ostrich but not change in appearance was one of my fantasies. It seems someone beat us to the real-life Gundam though but no worries. We still have the Chocobo plan. Haha.

Anyway, I don't think the 1/1 RX-78-2 is movable or working (though it'd be awesome if they surprised us) but being able to assemble something THAT big is one hell of an accomplishment all by itself. It's said that at this time, it has only neared completion and will be officially unveiled on July 11, which makes me want to plot evilly about the possibilities of me going to Japan for that event (which has a possibility of ten in a scale of A-E).

Now if I see the Gundam Devil in the sky when I look out the window, I will BE VERY, VERY afraid.

Kami-sama! The soldiers will be wearing tights!!

More pictures on punynari.wordpress.com.
CLICK HERE for the official site (In Japanese)

Once Upon A Time, There Was A Writer

2009-06-05T08:19:00.010+08:00

"But you're not making any money out of that!"

That was the reason my family gave me while telling me to stop writing my "Oh My!" Bleach Fan Fiction Trilogy. Fan fiction is a story written by a fan using the existing characters in a movie, animé, comic or story owned and/or written by a different person.

It was more than a year ago when I started it and I was overwhelmed by the amount of support I received from readers online. It was very fulfilling. Very rewarding... In an emotional kind of way.

But emotions could not feed a hungry stomach and that is true. In spite of all the support I had from my readers, I received the total opposite from my family. My family is not one of those who are financially well off so to speak. A lot had been expected from me and college life with a course I despised was not very much of a success for me. It was an epic fail of every day hell. I've been feeling down since I stopped schooling because at that time, my parents had just separated. Everyone was telling me to be strong. Easier said than done. I could not cry in front of anyone even as I saw my family fall apart in front of me. My dad had his own life and my mom had her own life. At the age of 19, I've never felt so devastated. They said I was old enough not to be comforted but in my head I reasoned that I was human enough to need it. I was in pain but I did not cry because I was not allowed to.

Any sign of sadness would result to a lengthy "you-listen-to-me-i-won't-listen-to-you" talk. I was only allowed to be strong because whatever choice I make will result to scornful reactions from whichever side and I always end up damaging my self for whatever reason. I was only allowed to follow, never to ask. I was only allowed to figure things out on my own never to ask. I was only allowed to say yes or no; never to ask. Never to ask for any explanation, any comfort or any apology. If I ever voiced out what I felt negatively, I was met with even more negativity. Just because I was old enough. I was an only daughter who did not deserve any explanation or comfort or apology during the aftermath of my broken family.

I was old enough to not have human feelings.

I despised every minute of waking up. I despised every minute of seeing with my eyes how most things, if not everything crashed and burned. I despised every minute of failure, every minute of hatred, every minute of what I didn't want to become.

I spent most of the time in front of the computer and I refused to do anything but that. My body denied anything that was forced and the people around me were so furious of my "rebellion". I wouldn't help around the house. I wouldn't help with the business. If no one provided me comfort, I would give it to myself. What do they know about the pain I was feeling? How could they even tell me what to do?

What do you know? You with brothers and sisters and supportive relatives who did not tear you apart and treat you like some ungrateful swine; who did not judge you by with justice that neglects how you feel and considers only what they think is right though in every corner of the situation, they have no involvement. You who come up with me with pitch forks of reasoning and burn me at the stake to show the world what a helpless fool I have become because I have turned away from you.

For hours and hours, I would only sit in front of the computer, searching for anything. Watching anything. Looking for some comfort that I desperately tried to cling on. It was until one day when all the randomness had me type away a story that earned me people who would give me respect for this little thing that I have done because they see the good of me in what I have made — me, a faceless person going by the pseudonym "Uchiha Xairylle". The characters weren't even mine and most of the story was intertwined with the original. I was not expecting much from my creation simply because I created it because of hurt; of my wanting to be free; of my longing for something bright and happy and bubbly. Who knew it would give me the sleepless nights of happiness and fulfillment; I could do something good on my own again and I was being recognized by people again.

"You're not making any money out of that." they told me.
"But it makes me happy."
"That's not a reason for you to continue writing that."
"It's a reason for me. Can't you just be happy for me?"
"You're wasting your time writing something that doesn't earn any money. What's there to be happy about? If it brought in income, I would be more than happy to tell you to continue it."
"Can't you even give me time to recover from my depression?"

That answer from me was almost an angry cry.

"You're not the only one recovering from a broken family."
"Everybody only told me how they felt and as the only daughter and child, nobody asked ME how I felt."
"You're old enough not to be treated like that."
"Old enough not to have feelings?"
"I have feelings, too, but I don't let it get in the way of my life."
"You have someone to share the pain with. The only thing I get to share is the attention I'm getting."
"Why do you need such sympathy? Do you see me wanting sympathy?"
"Well, I'm not you."

It wasn't even a book. It wasn't even copyrighted. It would've done me no good in their world; a world that dared not understand mine. They said it was ridiculous to think that my writing in relation to animé would save me at all. It was not art because it was not mine.

"You're not making any money out of that."

I'm surprised at how I finished the first part of the story and even more surprised at how I pushed through with a trilogy; the last part containing twists I had no idea how I came up with. Every now and then, I look back and read it and I amuse myself at how I had come up with something like that.

Then all of a sudden, the spark died suddenly like a candle light capped with a cover. I find it frustrating that I could not write fiction the way I used to. I desperately tried to cling on to writing, opening options for me so that I could write again and from there, I started blogging.

"But you're not making any money out of that."

Can't you people even wait for me to at least get google ads or nuff nang ads, dammit?

"You're going to end up unpaid by a fraud host."

Damn you, then. You act like you know everything.

"Besides, you're not a celebrity to earn so much for your writing. It's not as if people are going to follow you faithfully just because you write well."

I can not begin to explain the scorn I felt upon feeling those words sink into me slowly like venom. I was so busy telling my self not to hit anyone that all I could do was frown and roll my eyes away.

People with no respect for the passion of another disgust me. They leave no space for understanding; only judgment in accordance to their law of all that must be. Just because something is not what the usual is, it is immediately wrong. Difference and mistakes don't always go hand-in-hand. I don't understand how they are able to speak with such omniscient demeanor.

Why must I make money out of everything? Why must I always earn something worldly from what I do? I understand that in this time of crisis and struggle, money, income and status is important but in this time when we have nothing, isn't it time to at least see that we have something?

Can anyone buy me happiness? Can anyone buy me fulfillment? Can anyone get me a jar full of the fuzzy feeling of warmth in my heart whenever I receive appreciation for what I've done?

If I don't make money out of what I do, does it mean that I should stop even if it makes me happy? Even if it makes me feel alive?

Buy me comfort then and buy me love.

Buy me the family I no longer have.

At this point, I recall a friend say, "You're probably one of those people whose work's going to get recognized after you're gone. And you're remaining family's going to make money out of it."

I shake my head in contemplation and perhaps a bit of contempt. I have no idea if I agree with that statement or not.

"And they lived happily ever after."

How To Cure A Xai In Less Than 10 Minutes

2009-06-03T16:10:00.002+08:00

I’m sick with a cold, cough and sore throat and yet I still HAVE to do my net obligations (at least to myself). Haha.

Good grief, I'm sick.

But not all that sick that I have to stay in bed. Well, I kinda had to stay in bed yesterday and the day before that but I had net obligations (to other people as well as to myself).

The social network I'm a member of (stamariaster) had this Grand Summer Eyeball last Saturday (today's Wednesday where I am). _{If you don't know what an EB is, it's where people from a certain group like an online group/club or a text messaging clan or something like that would meet up and hang out with each other.} Since it's summer over here, we decided to hold a mini-swimming party. When everyone was starting to get in their swimming outfits, it started to rain. Yo, what's up, nature? I didn't swim because... well, I won't explain that here since it's a new story all by itself but so, yeah... I didn't swim but I occasionally got wet eitherway. But I was pretty fine when we got home.

The next day was okay and I went to visit my mom and my grandma who were both sick and I assume that's where I got the virus. I was feeling kind of "not good" towards the end of the day and when we had to go home, it started to rain. HARD. And we HAD NO UMBRELLA for some valid reason.

Yes, nature, what's up?

I took medicine and went to bed.

The next day, I woke up to my throat hurting BADLY. I felt so sick but there was barely any fever. I just KNEW there was a cold just waiting to "make itself known". You know that feeling when you know you've got a cold and yet you're not sneezing and that your nose seems to be clogged but it isn't? THAT'S how it was. But it wasn't all that horrible so I went on doing what I do. I event went online and Marvin kept on telling me to "stay in bed, dammit" to which I replied "stay in bed my foot." So towards the end of the day I felt worse. My eyes felt like there was steam coming out of them and my head was so heavy and my joints hurt and my body wouldn't move properly and I lost balance and GRAVITY WAS AGAINST ME! I kept on falling!

So hard-headed li'l ol' me had to be nursed by Marvin overnight; I had to take my medicine every four hours.

The next day I felt a bit better though my head still felt heavy. I told my dad I was sick and he immediately panicked, telling me to REST and it might be dengue/swine flue/something I could die of. Then I texted my mom to call me and told her I was sick and my dad might RUSH me to the hospital for no valid reason. I was expecting for back up but my mom just told me to "get confined if you're still not well by tomorrow."

There's something people around me HAVE to understand. Syringes, shots and hospitalization was enough to scare me crapless! The last time I've been hospitalized, I felt like being so drugged that I felt to scared and angry and bonkers all at the same time. The space seemed so cramped (though it really wasn't when I'm fine) that I started to breath harder. My head was spinning weirdly and I felt so sad and angry. I wanted to cry and I wanted to scream. The walls seemed so scary and I just SWEAR I felt like I was on the verge of being crazy. _{It also didn't help that the emergency button for the nurses were ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROOM while I was impaled to the hospital bed by the dextrose flowing into my veins, thank you.} If anyone told me that at that time, I was being drugged with hallucinogens, I would totally believe them. That's how bad an experience it had been.

All that thinking made me finish up the warm noodles I was having faster than I had expected. And all of a sudden I was better. Now I didn't know if it were the noodles or if it were my adrenaline but I WAS CURED!

It's a MIRACLE!! I'm CURED!!

Though I'm still feeling a little dizzy, I feel a WHOLE LOT better and have no more reason to be sent to the hospital, get injected with anything, get my blood tested, hospitalized, quarantined, amputated or incarcerated!!

Being in a hospital feels like hell and just thinking of being in it got my antibodies working to cure me. Phew.

What's up, nature, yo?

Alodia

2009-06-01T17:23:00.005+08:00

Alodia Gosiengfiao as Amane Misa at Mangaholix 2007, SM MoA

This is a picture of Alodia during Mangaholix 2009, which I took using my camera phone. This was backstage right before the cosplay catwalk. I was very nervous since it was my first catwalk ever. I couldn't move properly because I had no idea what to do. Plus at that point, I was seeing how much I sucked at being Amane Misa. I had been told that "Alodia's coming with her Death Note group". And I'm like "Really?" without even knowing who the hell Alodia was. During that time, I can still recall how I was able to stand next to her in the ladies' room... WITHOUT knowing who the hell she was. But as time went by, I got to know more about Alodia and realized that standing next to her would take a hell lot of luck.

Bitterness? Fan girl sigh from mois? Think again.

So what happened to Alodia? I will not waste bandwidth by relaying the history of how Alodia came to be. You probably know it now and a hell lot of sites out there have already covered that. That is how popular Alodia currently is. But her popularity came with a price. Privacy invasion was one thing and that would be minimal compared to the "haters" that nearly came on par with the "fans". The Alodia shrines had hate sites. The Alodia Lovers Club had Alodia Haters Club. Gift art had edited porn pictures of her (and I dare not describe it).

How could such a rich, beautiful girl end up with such a controversial popularity?

What did happen to Alodia?

I've seen and read a lot about Alodia but I don't think that would be enough basis for me to say that she is a bad person; that she is cosplaying just for the heck and not for the spirit of it; that she is full of her self; that she is not worth all the popularity, not worth the fans.

It would not be enough for me to defend her to say that she is one of the kindest people in the world; that she is the best cosplayer; that I want to be her; that she is full of cosplay spirit; that she is worth the popularity, worth the fans.

As of the moment, I pledge no loyalty.

But there is one thing I seem to know.

A great deal of Alodia hate, I think comes from the percentage of her fans who comment first before thinking. Now before you send a whole lot of hate mail at me and accuse me of trolling, let me explain my self. I am not saying that all Alodia fans are idiots. I am not saying that all Alodia fans are hypnotized zombies whose sole purpose is worship the so-called "Queen of Philippine Cosplay".

I call to your attention at how I used the word "SOME" and not "ALL".

So how do her fans cause hate for her?

I have seen various conversations between her fans and her haters and at times, I have come to go against the "Alodia lovers" not because I hate her but because SOME of them have no point at all. I can see fans sucking up to her for the hell, without realizing that what they're saying is ridiculous.

How many times have I seen the "you're-just-jealous-of-Alodia" line used over and over again like a disposable tissue? Put a rest to that reasoning already and come up with a reason of your own. What the hell do YOU know if that person is jealous of Alodia or not? I know a lot of people who dislike Alodia but are not necessarily jealous of her at all. Right now, giving off the "you're just jealous" line will just make you look like a sitting duck ready for target. You've run out of any more reasoning. You lose.

And the "She's FAPPABLE" reasoning is not FIT for all situations!! I know men who are perverts but don't like Alodia just because she's "fappable".

I do not want to point a finger at anyone through clues but if you follow her plurk timeline, you'll see what I mean.

I admit. I was one of the Alodia fans way back then but right now, I don't really know what I am. Sure, she's cool at some points but after seeing more of the cosplay world, I've come to like other cosplayers whom I deem better than her. I follow her right now because she is an icon but I'm not a fan girl.

Alodia fans, come to your senses and analyze yourselves. Can you not tell criticism from flaming? There exists Alodia haters who hate her just because other people are doing it but there also exists among you Alodia lovers who love her just because there are other people doing it! Which one are you? Are you a fan of Alodia because you love her cosplay? Because you think she's hot? Because she's "fappable"? Or because she's already an icon and you got banwagoned?

One reason why there are people who hate Alodia is because "they don't want to be grouped with the idiots who don't know what they're talking about".

I guess I am one of those people.

Perhaps you're going to say, "So WHAT if you don't like Alodia? She's not going to die without you." True.

The goddess you love so much is HUMAN, which means she can also get HURT. Even if she doesn't say anything at times, are you so naive or cold as to not consider that at all? She is a cosplayer just like others but it just happened that fate gave her a prettier face and a fortunate life. Alodia is still prone to mistakes as she is prone to hurt and pain and sickness and wounds.

Knowing, loving and accepting the good and bad parts of your idol is one of the arsenals of being a true fan.

"If you hate Alodia, you hate the rest of the Philippine cosplay community."

WHY? Did anyone officially proclaim Alodia as the Ambassador/Representative of all that is Philippine Cosplay or something?

I'm not an Alodia fan but I feel bad for her because some of her fans don't know how to help her get rid of the hate by being responsible people.

I'm not saying all this because I love Alodia to death. I admit that there are idiotic Alodia haters but stupid fans, IN MY OPINION, is WORSE than idiotic haters. But as I've stated, Alodia is HUMAN. And no matter how fappable or hateable she is, she surely feels something about all the hate she's getting and for that, I feel pretty bad and sorry for her.

In the end, I do not hate Alodia. I actually think there's a lot about her to love but it's just sad to think that it's often overshadowed by "what's not to love" and worse, it's usually caused by the people who want the best for her...

... or so they say.

There's much more to fandom than just the love, the fan signs, the gift art, the fans day and the following. There's such a thing called support.

And if you label "stupid, careless reasoning/defense" as support then I guess a lot of people, not just me, are not going to be Alodia fans at all.

Teh First Sprinkle!

2009-06-01T10:54:00.001+08:00

So much for not wanting to have a girly-girl layout; I congratulate myself for accomplishing the opposite. I want to put a paper bag over my head. *slaps forehead*

Anyway, yeah, welcome to The Cupcake-y Diaries — my English blog. I've been thoroughly confused as to how to manage my blog properly. I write both in English and Tagalog, my native tongue. It would be easier to have everything in just one blog but that makes it a bit complicated since I tend to give certain readers the wrong impression about things. Some people don't want to read anything in English while other people can't understand Tagalog at all. It all boils down to separating them by language but SOME people who visit my blog FAIL at navigation. WHYYYYY? T_T

This blog will contain animé, cosplay, internet and photography-related posts as well as some personal experiences which I feel like writing in English. I mean, it's a weird thing that sometimes I feel like writing in English and sometimes in Tagalog.

About the name "Cupcake-y Diaries", I don't think there's any hidden meaning to that as opposed to my Tagalog blog. Aside from being one of the cutest words I could think of, cupcakes taste good and I've barely eaten enough cupcakes in my lifetime to satisfy me for an hour. *pouts* I mean honestly now! How many flavors of cupcakes do we have and still I haven't tasted those expensive colored things with sweet icing and lots of sprinkles and chocolate stuff and cherries and........... IT'S JUST NOT FAIR!!

Huff, huff...

*regains composure*

I accept cuppycake donations.

NOT cyber ones.

*ahem*

So there.

After failing at an introduction, I then fail at a proper closing remark.

Cheerios, cookies and a whole lot of Bankai Love~!!

Cyberzone Cosplay Tour 2009

2009-05-09T13:30:00.000+08:00

THE IMAGES MIGHT KILL BROWSERS!!

When SM North Edsa started rennovating its Annex building, I have been praying (NOTE: A LOT) that there be a good/decent (if it's not too much, Lord, spacious) activity center so they could hold cosplay events. Not that I'm complaining about Megamall, Robinson's, SMX, World Trade or anything but I live in Bulacan and from here, the aforementioned popular activity centers are just too far for my budget. I commute going to and fro so aside from being so tired and somewhat budget-conscious, I still have to worry about being mugged or pick-pocketed. I've probably been a good girl these past few months since Santa granted me an early Christmas gift!

Cyberzone Cosplay Tour 2009!

I got myself a Rukia wig recently. At 600 pesos, I found it cheap around here. I was supposed to wear it at Ozine Fest 2009 but I wasn't able to prepare for it properly. Although it would've been cool to wear the wig with Rukia's animé outfits (Karakura High uniform, Shinigami outfit etc), I just couldn't wait but try on my wig at a con.

My dog Colyne dislikes cameras...

So this is how it looked like. My mom was the one who fixed my wig for me. She used spray net to keep it in place though it took a while before it was set properly. She also cut the Rukia bang because it was too look. It looks good!
Thanks, Ma and Happy Mother's Day!!

I looked like this from Bulacan to North Edsa. Marvin and I took a bus and people kept staring at me. It takes a little getting used to (a few minutes actually...)

Look! A Siberian Husky!

We arrived at around 11:42 so there was enough time for us to eat and look around (and get lost perhaps?). I promised Marvin we'd go to Bioresearch so that was our first stop. He loves all sorts of animals and he was dreadfully wanting to buy this 20,000-Peso dog. I don't blame him since I wanted it, too. It was just so cute! To think that this one is just around four months old! I took this picture from the window and I couldn't get the dog to look at me because it was feeding time and it was like "OMGOMGFEEDMENEXT!"

Rukia is looking for bunnies. Did not find any. Is NOT pleased.

But I did like the fluffy, chubby hamsters, though.

Stop taking too much pictures of me!

Marvin was so happy at the fact that he was walking with Rukia that he wanted to take pictures of me every few minutes. We were using a Sony Cybershot, which he wasn't used to but it didn't matter anyway. I was worried that we'd run out of batteries during the con and miss out on a lot of photo moments.

I said stop it already.

Are you paparazzi or something!?

Stop looking at my face. Just look at the background. Okay, hurry along now.

If you can't get me bunnies, I want those figures.

I was pointing at the action figures on the display shelf that I was drooling over but he missed the action figures and took MY picture instead. *slaps forehead*

You're pointing the camera at me again.

I don't like the color on this one. I'ma have to edit it sometime in the future but this'll do for now.

The sunken garden was just WONDERFUL! I can see myself dragging my friends and cousin over there just to take pictures of all sorts! Apparently, we didn't have much time because we were getting a bit tired and impatient trying to look for Cyberzone mainly because we were fussing over lots of irrelevant things around us. Heh.

"If you push this round thing, you're bound to find the entrance... to... Soul... Society............ IF YOU JUST HELP ME PUSH THIS THING!"

This is one more picture I'd have to edit. The colors could be more vivid. I've been trying to learn about ISO and exposure settings but Marvin just wanted to set it on auto because he didn't have time to learn yet. Plus he didn't want to mess up with the camera's settings because it wasn't ours.

Oh my god, don't tell me there's an order at a time like this!?

This is what the stage looked like. Those guys on stage are the "Statue Dancers" (or something like that) practicing their awesome dance numbers!! One of the intermission numbers involved a guy who sang "Forever" by Chris Brown. I forgot who he is nor do I wish to remember. His facial expressions were just.......

Let's move on.

Jhoenel and his fan girls... *coughcough*

Okay, not really his fan girls but since he was wearing his Naruto Shippuden jacket, I thought it was cool taking a picture of him with these adorable Narutoverse girls! They looked so cute! Ker-fave on Hinata and Sakura!

That large bulk of armour is making sure Aeris doesn't die again.

_{I am not a fan of Aeris though. I hate the character but NOT the cosplayer.}

Jhoenel, Prince of Tennis guy and me...

_{I like my pose.}

And we found Mido Ban!! The coolest Mido Ban cosplay I've seen so far! Hands down, man!

Then we ran into Chippy! Gawd, it's been how long since I last spent a con with this guy!? To think we'd always hang out before or after my working hours........ or when we feel like it. Haha.

Xai: Chippy, SM North tayo gala ngayon.
Chippy: Tara. San ka na ba?
Xai: Nasa Bulacan pa 'tong bus.

Hehe.

Sadly, I swear I forgot the names of everyone he introduced me to but it was probably because we didn't hang out together at all. Ah, except, Monique, I guess! I hope to meet them again!!

Jhoenel, I seriously suggest you learn how to POSE. It'll take a while but you WILL learn it, I tell you!

Hinata is so kawaii. And for the record, that hammer is NOT light.

Such an awesome Rem. My facial expression is CRAPPY. In this picture, I fail at the "Kuchiki woodblock face" look.

Jhoenel learning how to pose?

I like this kid Ulquiorra. Hehe.

Yagami Light

CC and Emperor Lelouch with a red-eyed photographer.

Jhoenel and Me

We couldn't take much pictures because we were afraid to lose the seats if we left them. I wanted the two people I was with to be able to watch the catwalk from a comfortable place and position.

Marvin, you are going paparazzi on me again!

Let's take a picture of Jhoenel instead!

You should've worn that forehead protector when you got to the con. NEXT TIME! NEXT TIME!

Now we return to Marvin's paparazzi moments.

Stop that.

Apparently, this is his most favorite picture of me.

Rukia is a CAMWHORE!! RUN!

"Sumbudeh stop meh!"

The mask was cool and hyper, moving around the place in a jumpy, happy way. I have no idea if Luffy knew what was going on. Here I am just trying to show you with this pose that "Look, we're all wearing hats!"

Power Rangers SPD!! Just so CUTE!

Jhoeneruto does not approve of the Sasuke chibiness...

...Apparently, Rukia does.

She likes Kankurou, too.

At this point, I realize that I look so out-of-character when I do silly poses. It's because I was still trying to figure out if I was Rukia in casual or Chappy the Bunny in Rukia's gigai in casual and I kept on switching from one character to another! Haha!

LOOK AT ALL THOSE CHIBI'S!!

It's hard trying to fear the cuteness of this Gaara! Even if he said, "I'ma kill you", I'd still glomp him (and perhaps die eventually?). Kankurou said they were siblings and I suddenly remember Anj's cousins.

Anj, I missuz joo!!

Me and Jhoeneruto who looks too happy about something.

Rukia, you're not supposed to be scared of dead anythings anymore.

And we find a not-so-Ichigo Ichigo with a not-so-Rukia Rukia! YAY US!

I'm trying to give everyone a group hug but my arms are too short for all of you, you know!

Suddenly, there's Jin Joson and Kat Carpio! OHMYFREAKUNGAWDTHEYAREHERE!

Actually, Marvin was the one who spotted them. He was actually proud of being able to recognize Jin Joson's back. Since the beginning of the con, he was insisting that we wait for the Tux Team to come and I told him I wasn't hoping that they'd come since I thought they lived somewhere far from SM North Edsa. When he pointed that "Look, Jin's here.", I didn't want to believe it so I got up to get a closer look. Imagine my surprise, fangirliness, shock and sheer delight when I saw them! Marvin was grinning at me and took our photo.....

I FAIL AS A WOODBLOCK FACE. KILL ME NOW.

I was too starstruck to do anything good. T_T kill me now.

OPTIMUS PRIME!!

What face am I trying to pull here?

Apparently, you like posing, don't you, Marvin?

So we camwhore!

...And camwhore some more!

The catwalk commenced after this picture and we failed to get any pictures of the cosplayers on stage. There was a question-and-answer portion, which killed my mood from time-to-time for some reason. I don't know. It's my first time to have watched a cosplay catwalk with Q&A. Although I think I would've preferred a spontaneous catwalk, I did enjoy it especially the notable performances of Optimus Prime Armada (He had a cool voice), Iron Monger (COOL STRONG VOICE!), Don Miguel (hilarious... LOVED the song and stage presence), the crossplaying Haruhi, Rock Lee, Yondaime and the dancing Spiderman!! I wish we could've taken pictures.

I SINCERELY regret not having taken Yondaime's picture with the giant scroll!! He looked so cool!

There were 120 cosplayers. According to Chippy, it's thrice the number of the usual cosplayers from the previous Cyberzone Cosplay Tours. While I wanted to finish the catwalk, we had to go home due to some reasons I can't say here. So while we were going home, Vin and I decided to take as much pictures as possible!

Chippy's friends!!

Vin kept on mistaking the Lieutenant-Colonel for Roy Mustang for some reason. Chippy introduced them to me but I am unable to remember names and faces that much. Sorry...!

Then we found Niisama! Are you gonna take me back to SS again!? /wrist

Suddenly we have a happy Inu Yasha. Rukia is perplexed.

It's not what it looks like. I'm stealing the Kingstone, okay!?

I realized it was Kamen Rider Black a day after I saw this picture. I seriously don't know why I didn't recognize him immediately. And now I regret not doing the "Rider Change" pose instead!

Camwhoring. I don't know what face I was trying to pull.

It's Tidus and Auron!

We encountered this cosplayer before except last time, he was Squall and his friend was Tidus. I wonder if he remembered that it was Chippy and I who asked them to do the Cactuar pose that their dignity prohibited them from doing so.

IT'S THE POWAR OF YOUTH! (Even though Rukia is more than a hundred years old...)

Rock Lee was so cool! I loved his stage performance! The nunchucks were AWESOME!!

Paparazzi again, Marvin?

HOLLOW!? ......... Wait, no.

I don't know what hit us but when we saw that person on the other side of the red translucent wall, I felt like it was begging to have its picture taken. And so this.

Sorry to the unsuspecting, innocent person doing his/her job.

Rukia left her gigai when a Hollow came up. Here is Chappy watching Rukia shunpo away. Thank you, Marvin, to you and your paparazzi.

I suddenly wanted to eat some bread...

...and took our picture with Ulquiorra and Shinku instead!

After indulging in some muffins from French Baker, we bought our selves some hotdogs in buns then suddenly got dizzy when we boarded the bus.

MENTAL NOTE: Leave the seat and click away.

Here are my deviations related to this:

Rukia: Ichigo Osoi by ~xairylle on deviant ART

Chappy : You. Stwanger. by ~xairylle on deviant ART

No More Imported Books In The Philippines

2009-05-05T20:00:00.000+08:00

I will try to create a Tagalog version of this post for the sake of information dissemination.

"...A book-industry professional (whom I can't identify) told me that for the past two months virtually no imported books had entered the country, in part because of the success of one book, Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. The book, an international best seller, had apparently attracted the attention of customs officials." - Robin Hemley

I read and yet I have never considered myself as a bookworm simply because I read books to seldom. I pick up books only when I feel like it, when there is nothing else to do or only if I find it interesting at first glance. Random books pique my interest and me sitting down with a good book not out of boredom is something that has become a rarity. To purposely search for a good book for the sole intention of reading (without being bored or forced to) is not like me.

So why did the news about "no more imported books in the Philippines" stir some rage in me?

Simply because it does not affect the reading community alone but the rest of the Philippine population subjected under the current existing corrupt system. Perhaps you will ask "How could the story of The Great Book Blockade of 2009 have anything to do with corruption?"

I found about this from Azrael's blog which lead me to Timothy McSweeney's Internet Tendency and I suggest you read them, too.

I will try to keep things as simple as possible since I, myself, find some difficulty understanding politics and numbers and laws. I will interpret this as I find it so and will keep the excerpts to a minimum.

A Little History: The 1950 Florence Agreement on the Importation of Educational, scientific and Cultural Materials
This is an international treaty that states that all countries that sign the treaty will agree to lift all customs duties (or simply put, "taxes") on the importation of books, publications and documents such as printed books, manuscripts, newspapers, perodicals and other materials excluding those which are entirely or mostly for advertising purposes.

This is made so because the UN considers the exchange of knowledge,ideas and self-expression to be important for the progress of the world as well as maintaining world peace.

The Philippines was one of the countries who signed the treaty way back 1952.

The "Twilight" Incident : And it's no Edward-Bella romance
Some parts of the following are retold from Robin Hemley's article.

Most, if not all of us know Twilight by Stephenie Meyer; a story where a vampire and a human fall in love against all existing odds. It has successfully hit its target audience and thus has gained overwhelming popularity — even among the government officials.

"Ah, you can't be too successful in this country. If you are, then people start demanding a cut." -Robin Hemley

An examiner named Rene Agulan opened a shipment of the book (Twilight) and told the importer that it was "not educational" and that duty (tax) should be paid on it. The importer paid the duty requested; something that turns out to be quite a mistake. Why? Let us track back to the Florence Treaty.

"Perhaps they aren't educational, I might have argued, but aren't they "cultural"?" -Robin Hemley

And if they do not deem it as cultural, isn't it a printed book? Obviously it is. And according to Annex A of the Florence Treaty, "printed books" are part of the publications that do not subject to customs duties (taxes) and therefore, "Twilight", though not seen as "educational" by the examiner, should not be taxed.

But no matter. The importer paid the said duty, a compliance, which could be considered a success for the government's "defiance or bending of the Florence Treaty". One member has succumbed. The rest might as well follow suit.

The result?

The booksellers started getting their books out of the shelves (to avoid said tax/duty, at least while things are like this) and started negotiations with the government officials involved. However, the booksellers and importers received explanations that insisted on an argument based on "reasonable judgment" that did not exist. In short, what the officials told them made no sense.

The following is a quote from Robin Hemley's article:

"...Customs Undersecretary Espele Sales explained the government's position to a group of frustrated booksellers and importers in an Orwellian PowerPoint presentation, at which she reinterpreted the Florence Agreement as well as Philippine law RA 8047, providing for "the tax and duty-free importation of books or raw materials to be used in book publishing." ... Likewise, with the Florence Agreement, she argued that only educational books could be considered protected by the U.N. treaty. Customs would henceforth be the arbiter of what was and wasn't educational."

Again, let us point out that Annex A of the Florence Nightingale Treaty includes "printed books" in its list. Whether or not it is educational, if it is "a printed book" that does not mostly advertise anything, it is protected by the UN Treaty — the Florence Treaty.

I have been one of the people who was never too good in understanding politics but at this point, I sincerely see something immensely wrong with the government's argument regarding this matter. They have given this argument for the sake of giving an argument and not to defend some reasonable judgment in accordance to the treaty.

The frustrated booksellers and importers thought so, too, and the following happened according to Robin Hemley's article...

"For 50 years, everyone has misinterpreted the treaty and now you alone have interpreted it correctly?" she (Espele Sales) was asked (by booksellers and importers).

"Yes." she told the stunned booksellers.

In reaction to that, I have only one word plus three letters after that: "Wow. W-T-F."

I get the part where a government offical standing up for a law or something but this is an international treaty we're talking about here — a treaty that has been going on for fifty years without fail until now.

Books and Worms
The reality of all this happening makes it all very sad. It appears that the government officials concerned have bent or overridden a treaty signed half-a-century ago. It had been a treaty created by the members of the UN for the members of the UN; aiming to disseminate information and self-expression to the people. It is sad that due to custom duties/taxes and "someone suddenly correctly interpreted a treaty that the rest of the world had misunderstood for 50 years", an exchange of information has been slowed down, if not totally severed. And the Philipiines, as I see it, is a country that needs as much education and proper information dissemination as it could get.

And if someone's going to step up and say "for 50 years, you've had it all wrong", I guess these the booksellers/importers deserve a decent explanation at least and frankly, so does the rest of the Filipino community.

I will try to create a Tagalog version of this post for the sake of information dissemination.

I've Been Featured As Rukia!

2009-05-04T14:22:00.000+08:00

This is one of the messages I found when I logged in to my deviantart account a few minutes ago.

Me? Featured? I was really reluctant clicking the link since lately there's been a scam where someone will tell you that you've been featured somewhere or someone thinks you're great or something and then it'll ask you to log in using a FAKE DA log-in page. By doing so, they'll be able to get access to your user account details and thus use your account to spread spam bot posts.

For some reason, I convinced myself to click it seeing as it was commented on a PICTURE and not my comment wall. Lo and behold at what I found~!

OMG!

It IS me! There at the first part/page of the thingie!

That picture is a fan sign I made for stamariaster, a social networking site I belong to.

I'm not saying "OMG, I'm so POPULAR" or "I am SO GOOD" but I just get all happy and weird whenever I see my picture/work being used (especially as a good thing feature) in a page that isn't actually mine. I feel flattered that I'm there, unpopular as I am. I'm rarely featured in anything so this makes me really happy and encouraged. ^^ I am also glad that some people think I gave Rukia justice with my cosplay.

Link to the picture can be found by clicking here.
The link to the feature can be found by clicking here.

Is Your Profile User-Friendly Or Not?

2009-03-26T13:15:00.000+08:00

In as much as I want to do this in Tagalog, I feel the urge to write in English. Requests for translation is fine by me for as long as you're going to read it. Not everything I say here is to be considered as proper. Constructive criticism is welcome but irrational flames without any explanation (i.e. "oh, eh sino naman nagbigay sa'yo ng karapatan magset ng rules ng pagpo-profile?") will be ignored. Immature beings begone!!

I can't remember the exact date when I first met the world wide web but I was in my second year in high school. The moment I glimpsed at all the information I had in my fingertips, I found out it was highly addictive. I started to learn many things from there. Somewhere along the road, I learned HTML. Web layouts have fascinated me ever since I realized it and I can not help but take note of things I've read about it and things I've observed myself. I've loved the net — my cyber life — and one of the few things that irks me is when I can not browse properly. We blame the net connection for everything sluggish... or should we?

Your profile is your page. So what should and should you not do to have a user-friendly profile page? To some people, page views mean a lot. More than a pretty face and an interesting profile, you have to know how to properly choose the design for you and your users/visitors.

Here are some useful tips that you may or may not follow.

Plenty pretty pictures aren't exactly pleasing
Pictures give life too anything but too much of it covering the pixels will kill your browsers (Internet Explorer, Mozilla Firefox etc, etc). "Killing browsers" mean you give the computer a hard time to process the information, which results to making your browser hang or not respond, thus "killing it". As much as possible, come up with a layout that doesn't use too much pictures or if you do have to use pictures, try using those that eat up small memory but give you good quality. *.GIF and *.PNG are good examples. *.JPG (or Jpeg) pictures are commonly used and load quickly depending on the size.

If you do have to put up many pictures in a page (i.e. a gallery), as much as possible, use thumbnails but don't abuse it. Thumbnails are small pictures usually in squares that enlarge or lead to somewhere when you click them (i.e. your friends list page). Abuse of thumbnails can be deadly because regardless of how small they are still pictures and if they accumulate, they take time to load. Loading one big picture is no different that loading lots of little pictures amounting to take up the same memory.

little icons like this will help you express what you feel while eating up less bandwidth

Size Isn't Everything
If you think the little pictures ALWAYS load faster, think again and be reminded of animated GIF's. An animated GIF is exactly that — a GIF picture that's animated. Like all animations, it uses up frames that appear in sequence to produce the effect of movement. And since we stated earlier that *.GIF files are easier to load, it's okay, right?

Wrong.

Regardless of how simple the movements are, if there are too many frames, it will take time to load so take note of this. One way to misuse an animated GIF is through the background. Sure, falling cherry blossom petals are cool IF your user's browser can handle it. Remember how big your screen is and not all people have the same computer or net speed as you do so take that into consideration before putting up a moving animated background covering your 1024 x 768 screen.

If it's unavoidable to put animated heavy aniamted GIF's, make sure to note your user about it so they know that it's not their browser or computer that's in fault but you're actually having it load something that takes more time than usual. This is important since most people think that when something doesn't show up, the computer's frozen and restarts the computer. That or they think your page's fizzled and won't come back, which is a bad thing.

An example of an animated GIF

Webpage? Yes. Cyber Rainbow? Hell No!!
I've seen it a million times. Profiles with all the glittery, glowing stuff in both dark and neon where there is black, white, pink, yellow, red, violet and blue. The background is moving. The text is moving. Some pictures are glowing and others are glittery. Eye sore! Quick! Hit exit button now!!

I personally avoid these kind of profiles simply because it's an eyesore. I have nothing against glitter text and imags but too much of it plus too much color makes me lose interest because I get too busy telling my brain that we are NOT entering the Twilight Zone.

It says: "I killz joor eyeballz & browzars!" (I kill your eyeballs and browsers)

On a serious note, the rule of thumb is remembering balance and emphasis. Pick out which parts you want to emphasis (heading, banner or a certain picture). Once you've figured that out, let everything lie low. Putting in too many things that suggest emphasis will make them compete for being emphasized and if everything's emphasized then NOTHING is emphasized. You end up with having a page that's a total eye sore.

Unless you expect your visitors to be multi-brained organisms, then you have to keep in mind that the human brain can focus on one thing at a time but accepts bits more of information on the sidelines. And don't give me crap like "I can multitask!" That's stupid. Although you are able to MANAGE several things at a certain time, you actually DO something only one at a time. It's the same as the human brain.

Just like in fashion, be reminded of the color combination. It's not just important to look good but you really don't want to make your visitor's eyeballs bleed. I get the part where you want all the cool and cute things in your profile but not because you put in everything that's cute means the whole thing will look cute.

One basic rule is that you use light text on a dark background and dark text on a light background but for the love of you, not all colors work together. Having pink text on a royal blue background will make it look like a hypnotism page! Experiment and go with trial and error and eventually, you'll get the hang of it. I usually use dark text on a light background because it's relaxing and maaliwalas.

OMG, You Killed My EARDRUMS! (Y300 basturdz!)
Another type of media that is often abused is the audio. MP3's are the in thing and one good way of expressing yourself and telling people what type of things you're in to is through music. That's a good thing actually because some, if not most people connect easily through these things. What's not good is that if they're bad for your browsers.

First off, consider if you want it to loop or not. If you're going to use one sound only, I recommend an instrumental version. Why? Because it feeds less information to the brain, making it NOT lose interest. I recently visited a site that had one song playing in the background. I liked that song and I liked the page so I hung around reading her profile and was about to comment when I realized I got fed up with hearing the same song over end over again even as I was in alt-tab. Making the users hear an instrumental will make their brains sing subconsciously, interactively participating in your site and keeping it interesting. This seems to be simple but it works.

If you're planning to use many songs, use a play list. Choose ONE playlist (usually imeem) and STICK WITH THAT. If you think it's too hard for you to use and you've found another then delete your old playlist and SWITCH to that. Having lots of play lists with a few songs each will take a longer time to load as compared to loading one play list with a couple of songs. The picture on the left provides you a bad example of how to put media in your page. This came from a friendster account whose name I censored to protect his identity. The media box is in immediate auto play and I think the playlist is also waiting to boom. There's also a playlist in the same page that is not included in the picture that automatically buffs a video without question.

Provide your user the option to stop or pause the music because not all of them prefer the same music as you do. Some people just swing by to see who you are or leave a comment and not actually acquire all your likings. Make sure your play list is visible. it's advisable to put it in one part of the page where the user can already see it the moment he/she enters so that if he/she wants to stop the music, it's right there because if they can't figure out how to kill it off, they leave.

I had a guy friend who had a big crush on one of my girl friends. I finally convinced my girl friend to check out his friendster page to add him and leave a comment but when she got there, the music boomed all of a sudden. She was like, "Ah! No! There's music! How do I stop it!?" Naturally, I the option is to look for the player and hit the stop or pause button but since it was located at the bottom of his profile, she figured out hitting the close button was easier.

And don't start out with loud music because it usually jars the brain in surprise and not all people actually like that.

This is SO not youtube.com
Videos are cool but I personally limit myself to a maximum of two to three videos. Why? Because I hate it when there's a blank part on my page waiting to load. Videos are larger than images so it's understandable why you should limit your videos on your page. Putting links and thumbnails instead of the actual videos would be better since it lessens the hazard of making the computer freeze. The basic rules and reasons stand true with those of images and sounds. Apply it to videos and there you have it!

'Nuff said!

Where the hell am I!?
One thing that most users find so hard to deal with is navigation. Navigation means moving around in your site. Make sure your menu is visible. It's very annoying and frustrating that you want to find what you're looking for so badly and you know what it is that you want but the stupid navigation on the page won't let you get there. For some layouts, I usually leave a note in the home page that says "To navigate, please click on the links at the right side of this box" or something like that. It helps your users.

Mah Computer Iz Better Than Yourz
So your computer can handle ten videos, thirty animated *.GIF's with thirty JPEG's, a lot of text all while doing some other things in some other sites and playing Online Games at that. Good for you then but just for you.

Remember, not all users have the same computer specs as you do. Believe it or not, there ARE people who still use Pentium II to III computers with built-in Video Cards, 256 MB of RAM and 20GB Hard Disk Space. Have mercy on THEM. You're not the only one visiting your page so have mercy on other people and their browsers you're trying to massacre. Not because it works on your computer, it also works on theirs. Also keep in mind that not all codes work the same way for all browsers. Some work on Mozilla Firefox while others do best in Internet Explorer.

If possible, check out how your page looks like on different resolutions and in different browsers and if possible, in different operating systems. This is usually done by heavier webmasters, though, with lots of users using their site.

"It Pays To Check The Label!"
But where exactly is the label on your site?

Proper information display is not a bad thing. Tell your users at what resolution your site works best with and on what browser. This is usually provided in the entry page. The entry page's purpose is to let the users know what site they are entering. Warnings and notes are usually placed here such as "PG 18", "PG 13", "Yaoi", "Yuri" and the like. If you don't have an entry page (and I usually don't do entry pages, too) then put it somewhere in the site like the top page of the page, near the navigation or the side bar. Not all your users will understand what this means but those with knowledge of it will thank you for it.

Leave instructions if you will because not all users are too computer literate so take that into consideration, too. Some users are just not programmed to help themselves so it's your job to make them realize that "here's how it's done".

The things I've mentioned are the basics so far. There are many other things that could be said and taken into consideration and I'd be glad to elaborate on them if only I had breakfast.

So there. I hope this kind of lengthy post will help you in your future endeavors in the world wide web. I'm not sure if there's a web-based thesis thing but what the hell.

I'm off to breakfast!

Cheerios, Cookies and a whole lot of Bankai Love!

I Am Xairylle

2009-03-25T22:20:00.000+08:00

In the following entry, I will post the sentences as they come into my mind.

I am Xairylle. It's not my real name but it's a name that best defines me.

I love animé. I love manga. I love photography. I love cosplay. I love dressing up. I like accessories. I like the color blue. I love taking pictures of people and expressive things. I am an expressive person. I have a loud voice. I scream when I feel like it. I don't usually hold back. I laugh out loud literally. I sometimes double over from laughing so hard. I've been laughing fakely lately like real laughter coz it's funny but fake laughter coz it's not from my heart.

I hate posers. I hate liars. I hate listening to promises that are obviously fake but I more than that I hate believing in promises that weren't meant. I hate being made to wait. I hate being made to believe anything that is fake.

I don't like it when there's something I don't understand.

I like blogging. I love surfing the net. I love computers.

I want a DSLR of my own. I want to own lots of wigs and costumes. I want to learn more of photography. I want to learn how to do my own hair and make up. I want to learn how to stitch.

I cry when I feel the need to. I don't like being alone. I hate losing things. I hate losing people. I love my friends. I respond to certain flattery and my heart breaks when I find out it's not real.

I strive hard to keep my friends. I do my best to protect those I love. I try to protect those who I think I need it even if I don't know them. I settle things with people personally. I ask them frankly. I try my best not to beat around the bush. I try to be good but I never pretend to be one. I speak my mind. I express myself in a myriad of ways. I dress up the way I want to and I don't usually care what people say.

I observe the people around me. I observe what's happening around me. I hear things that I shouldn't but keep quiet about it. I'm able to patch things up and form a conclusion.

I think too much. My head hurts because of that.

I don't like too much girly things. I don't like Fushigi Yuugi. I love Bleach. I used to love Naruto to death but Kishimoto crapped out with the story somewhere in the Shippuden manga. I love Hajime No Ippo. I think Death Note is better than Code Geass and that Light outsmarts Lelouch.

I don't drink too much water. I tend to be so hyper that my body breaks down at some times. I like running around and I like climbing places but I'm not into sports and I have a certain fear of heights. I'm arachnophobic, which means I hate spiders.

I talk a lot. I write a lot.

Hi there, I'm Xairylle and I own this blog.

Welcome to my blog.

Yoroshiku Onegai Shimasu!!
(Pleased to meet you)

Pulling An All-Nighter For OOP

2009-03-18T20:12:00.001+08:00

Final.

Sa normal na bokabularyo, ang ibig sabihin niyan ay “huli” pero sa bokabularyo ng mga college students, ang “final” ay “katapusan”... Katapusan ng maliligayang araw, mahimbing na tulog at tahimik na pag-iisip. Panahon na ng cramming. Hindi mo alam kung kulang lang ang oras o talagang sobrang daming ginagawa... Palagay ko, pareho. Parang biglang nabawasan ng 12 hours ang isang buong araw mo. Pakiramdam mo sinabotahe ka ng mundo. Ito na kamo ang panahon ng paghihiganti ng mga professor na napapaos na kakasalita eh natutulog ka o absent ka. Ito na yun. Ito na.

Pag hindi ka pumasa sa finals, hindi ka makakatulog ng mahimbing hangga’t hindi mo nakikita na hindi hugis wheel chair yung grade mo. At dahil ayaw mo ng singko, gagawa ka ng paraan para pumasa ka. At pa’no yun? Gagawa ka ng requirements. Ang mga college students ay may tatlong paraan sa pagcomplete ng requirements:

1. Gagawa ng sarili niya dahil alam niya ang ginagawa niya
2. Gagawa ng group saka sabay-sabay na gagawa ng requirements
3. Hihintaying makatapos ang mga estudyanteng nasa 1 at 2 saka siya hihiram tulad ng ginagawa ng BS CPE — Bihasa Sa Copy, Paste, Edit

Sa ayaw at sa gusto niyo, madami sa atin ay yung number 3. Hindi ko na sasabihin kung saan ako naka-classify diyan pero alam ko na sa tagal ko’ng nag-aaral ay napagdaanan ko na yang tatlong yan. At dahil sa ganun na nga, minabuti ko’ng tulungan ang mga kaklase ko’ng interesadong maghirap para magka-grade.

Kailangan naming gumawa ng 30 program sa Object Oriented Programming (OOP) ni Sir Toffer. 10 GUI at 20 IO programs. Dun pa lang dumugo na mga ilong ng mga estudyante pero mas nagulantang sila nung required mag-print with format at magsend sa e-mail ni Sir.

At hindi pa dun natatapos yun. May tatlo pa kaming slide na kailangang gawin sa Office Productivity Tools ni Ma’m Val. Una, yung Sample Presentation. Pangalawa, yung Feelings. Pangatlo, yung personal profile para sa class project sa OPT.

But wait! There’s moooooore!

Sa Data Structures and Algorithms (Dastruct) namin, meron din kaming dalawang program. Si pacman at si database. Group work naman siya pero wahoo naman sa oras. At take note, may defense.

Dun-dun-dun-dun!

Pero kung akala mo yan lang ang problema, malamang na hindi mo alam na finals exam ang kasabayan ng deadline!

Hala ka. Maririnig mo na yung pag-alingawngaw ng wheel chair sa hallway.

Andyan na ang iyong... “SUNDOOOOOOOOOO”.

March 18 ang submission ng OOP. March 17 na, halos wala pa sa kalahati ang natatapos. Wala ako’ng power of premonition pero nakikita ko na ang mga eyebag at luhaang mata kinabukasan. Maaga naming tinapos ni Marvin ang 30 program na yun para wala na kaming intindihin. Magdamag namin yun ginawa kaya nakapagpasa kami agad. Sina Neil at Darren, maaga ng nagpatulong at hindi na mapakali kung papano nga ba gagawa kaya konti na lang ang problema nila nung malapit na ang submission.

Sina Washington, Mar, Jonathan at Michael ang grupong matagal ng gumagawa. May mga program na sila pero kulang pa. Kulang pa talaga. At dahil kailangang pumasa, kailangang gumawa ng paraan. At dahil mahigpit na ibinilin ni Sir na “SILA ANG GAGAWA NG PROGRAM”, minabuti ko’ng mag-arrange na lang ng overnight stay. Tamang-tama kako, bago ang computer nina Marvin Alfaro na kapatid ni Michael Jordan Alfaro galing 202A (na hindi ko ina-advertise, promise). Dun kami sa bahay nila mag-stay at para mabilis, dinala ni Boss Master Washington ang computer niya dun. Ayos. Dalawang computer. Anim na tao.

Ka-ching!

Malinaw ang usapan. Uupo lang ako dun pag hindi na nila kaya yung isang part ng ginagawa nila. Hindi ko alam kung papano ko ikukwento ang maigi ang gabi na yun pero meron ako’ng mga pictures para tulungan ang utak ko’ng nagha-hard boot na sa kapuyatan.

Question: Bakit naman kailangan pa'ng mag-picture pa kung nagmamadali na?
Sagot: Wala ka'ng pakialam.

"SHOCK AND AWE, BABY! SHOCK AND AWE!! FEEL MAH MIGHT!!"

Yan ang bagong battle cry ni Michael Sibal.

....................................... Utang na loob.

Makikita niyo sa likod niya sina Mar at Jonathan na pinagdede-batehan ang kalat-kalat nilang mga files. Hindi na malaman kung alin ang alin dahil ang mga filename ay parang mga "my first kanto words" kaya hindi nila malaman kung ano nga ba talaga ang laman nung file.

si_otan_ako.java
si_otan_ako2.java
enterthedragon.java

Kumusta naman? Bakit parang title ng pelikula ang mga filename? Parang multimedia arts ata ang gusto ng mga 'to.

Ako yung nasa likod habang pinipilit i-sort out yung lay-out at animation na ginawa sa PowerPoint. Hindi ko alam kung kanino yung ginagawa ko na yun pero ang alam ko lang, bali-baliktad yung mga bagay-bagay. Nagulo ang mundo ko.

"So I herd joo liek me but I dun liek joo!"

Nakakawindang talagang magretoke ng gawa ng iba. Minsan mas gugustuhin mo pa'ng simulan na lang ulit kesa pagtiyagaan yung mga demonyong wizards at templates na minsan eh mas marunong pa sa'yo.

Yung dulo ng buhok ko ay nagsisimula ng maging mga ahas.

Bawal magsuklay pag gumagawa ng project.

"Kaya ako natutulog para bumaba yung kinain ko."

Talaga naman. Kung titingnan mo, antok na antok na si Washington. Medyo weird kasi nakakatulog agad siya a few minutes na lumapat ang likod niya sa banig. Hindi mo aakalaing muntik na siyang magkanda-dulas-dulas sa pintuan nina Marvin dahil nagulat siya. Para ka'ng nakakita ng mascot na natisod. Nanlata kami katatawa.

Halos magunaw ang mundo ko sa computer niya na pwedeng i-safely remove yung Hard Disk niyang hindi naman removable type.

Zai : Ano 'tong pwedeng i-safely remove? May nakasaksak ba tayong iba? USB?
Wash : Ewan.
Zai : Remove ko, ha? ............. Ano 'tong Samsung na 'to??
Wash : Wala naman ako'ng Samsung na tatak na hardware diyan ah.
Zai : Ha? Tingnan ko nga sa Device Manage — WASHINGTON HARD DISK TO!!!
Mar : Removable Hard Disk?
Jonathan : USB Hard Disk?
Zai : ZOMFGWTF!!!

Ewan ko ba.

The dialog speaks for itself.

Ito naman sina Jonathan at Mar bago tuluyang nagpatayan kada may hindi sila napapagkasunduan sa program.

Tan : Bakit ayaw gumana ng jonathan ref = new jonathan ()!?

Zai : Wala ka naman kasing ibang method at class diyan eh. Nasa iisang class ka lang.

Tan : Ha? E di mali 'to?

Zai : Oo, lagyan mo muna ng jonathan na class saka mo i-declare ng ayos.

Tan : Ah............. (after 5 seconds) .......... EH DI TAMA PALA 'TO EH!

Mar : HINDI NGA DAW! @#$%^&*!!!?!?!!

Zai : Utang na loob, Jonathan, wag mo'ng gawing data type ang sarili mo!!

"Look into my eyeeeeessssssss..." *feeling Ghost Rider*

Si Ambin na nagpapanggap na dilat. Hindi namin alam kung bakit shocked na shocked siya sa picture na 'to. Mukha tuloy preserved napusang gulat. Pero in fairness lahat ng pictures sa entry na 'to ay kuha niya. Sobrang laki ng naitulong niya sa kin sa pagtulong sa kanila sa OPT. Medyo kakaiba lang siya mag-color combination pero better than nothing.

"Ai r tired."

Pagod na pagod ako kasi wala din ako'ng tulog the night before kasi bumili kami at nag-ayos ng computer nina Ambin. Ang hirap nga nun kasi pabalik-balik kami dahil yung buong kaha ay NAKAKAGROUND. Ngayon lang ako nakaranas ng ganun kalakas na ground. Problema pala yung kable. Anyway, 11:00PM na kami nakatapos mag-install ng lahat ng dapat i-install. Wala kasing OS yung computer. In fairness, ang 3.7k na P4 2.4Ghz, 256MB unit ay hindi na masama.

Anyway...

Mar: Wag ka na magtampo, Tan. Magra-run din 'tong program, tara na.

Matindi ang paniniwala ko'ng malaki ang epekto sa pag-iisip ng pinagsamang cramming, programming at pagpupuyat. Nag-iiba na ang ugali ng mga tao sa paligid mo.

Jonathan was unusually noisy that day. Nung masimulan niya, nag-English na ng English ng walang humpay. Ayaw talaga paawat. Saka kung anu-ano sinasabi at kung anu-ano na ang ginagawa. Hindi ko alam kung papano ko sisimulan ikwento ang mga pinaggagawa niya na para bang bilog ang bwan. May history kasi yan ng pagkatulala sa English.

Tan : Ma'm Ycong, ilang sentence po sa isang paragraph?
Ma'm Ycong : What? *hinihintay mag-English si Tan dahil yun ang rules*
Tan : Ma'm, HOW..................................................................

How how the carabao the bat two ten!!!!!! It's so bad that it's good!!!

Mukhang nagising ng programming ang nakatagong pagka-Inglisero ni Jonathan. Kung nakabuti man yun o nakasama, kayo na ang humusga.

"Washington, you create the coffee for me so I appreciate it"

"The program has wrongs, you know. Where is the wrongs!?"

"Oh, yes, you know coz it's so yes."

My mind remains to be blown.

Ito ang tunay na nosebleed.

~~Hulks~~ Hunks taking beauty rest.

Napaka-rewarding tingnan na kahit hindi na kasing-laki ng participation ko sa progamming tulad ng dati, nagagawa na nila yung program. Yung wala masyadong ginagawa, nagrereview para sa exam kinabukasasn (kung hindi umiidlip... Washington, sino yun?) kaya natututwa ako sa kanila. Pero katulad ng nabanggit ko, si Washington ay may syndrome na nakakatulog agad pag wala ng araw at lumapat ang likod niya sa banig. With matching hilik pa.

Tan : Washington is... Washington is... Washington is... is... is... ....................is ................... Ano nga Ingles sa naghihilik?

Zai : Snoring.

Tan : Washington is soaring.

Peste ka, Jonathan!

Si Michael a.k.a. Sibal ay napagod katatawa. Hindi ko alam kung bakit ba nagkanda-gulong at nagkanda-kabag kami sa mga pinaggagawa ni Jonathan. Hindi ko talaga alam kung pano idedescribe dahil hindi nakakatawa unless mai-demo sa harapan niyo. Basta ang masasabi ko lang, sumakit ang panga at tiyan ko katatawa kay Jonathan na parang bangag at kay Mar na literal na gumulong sa banig habang tawa ng tawa.

Kataka-takang hindi nagising si Washington sa lahat ng activity na yun.

Palagay niyo ba merong gising sa tatlong yan?

Natulog ako ng 3:00AM at naiwan silang gising para tapusin yung program. 5:00AM na nag-uwian. Hindi pa rin tapos ang MS Word part para ma-submit. Ayos lang, 3:00 PM pa naman namin balak mag-submit.

NGUNIT ANO ITO!

Biglang inannounce na 12Noon na daw ang submission!

Pakiramdam ko pinompyang ang ulo ko sa bahay. Hindi na ko nakaligo. Sumibat na ko palabas ng bahay para ipa-print yung gawa ng mga kaklase ko. Papaluwalan ko muna. Pwede naman ako'ng bayaran pagkatapos maisubmit yung project. Ang importante, makapag-submit ang mga batang 'to dahil nakita ko kung pano nila pinaghirapan yung pagco-code dun sa program. Wala ng ligo-ligo (ewan ko ba kung may nakakita sa kin sa baba ng STI ... huhuhu...), takbo na ko para maipa-print yung mga nasa MS Word na tapos na. Rush lahat. Super rush. Balik kami kina Marvin. Super edit sa dalawang computer. Parang countdown bago magsara ang portal papunta sa mundong kailangan naming abutan. Pinasibat ko'ng maigi ang motor ni Washington para makapag-paprint agad. Sa awa ni Lord, umabot naman sila.

Hindi perfect ang ginawa nilang program. It's so far from perfect. Hindi ko alam kung saang hinagap nila hinugot ang mga working programs na yun o kung natatandaan ba nila ang lahat ng ginawa nila. Actually, may mga kulang pa pero proud na proud ko'ng masasabing SILA talaga yun. Natutuwa ako dahil nakita ko silang natutong dumiskarte at nakita ko silang pinaghirapan ng maigi yung program. Hindi ko sinasabing hindi naghirap yung iba. With all due respect, baka nga mas naghirap kayo. Kaya lang, for me, it's very rewarding na makitang nakagawa ng program ang mga batang inaasahang mangongopya o aasa lang sa iba. Sila na wala na daw ginawa kundi magDotA at tamarin. Matamlay at maga ang mata ng mga puyatang bata pero for me, these chaps looked better than before.

At mas lalo ako'ng proud dahil bukas magkikita-kita ulit kami dahil gagawa daw sila ng project sa Data Structures...

Section DIT101A : Things That I Will Miss

2009-03-10T09:33:00.001+08:00

I will skip the introduction and explanation and since the title pretty much explains itself. It's not that I won't get to do these things anymore but times pass and many things change and several instances are worth missing be they repeatable or not. I've always been a sentimental person so this is one of the ways I express my appreciation for this past year — my second freshman year.

I have placed the pictures in random disarray because ideas just come and go and come and go... Plus blogger won't let me post them properly in order. I'm not in the mood for dragging so much in such a small window.

Geramie is Pawnage. And I am kawaiiness.

The picture above used to be my most favorite picture of the semester probably because I like the composition of this shot so much. Everything seemed to fall into place like they should be and everyone expressed their personality in one pose to be frozen in this image. I have been meaning to print this but I haven't gotten around to doing it. I wonder if I just keep on forgetting or if I just keep on procrastinating.

I will miss photo moments like this.

Which one is calamansi flavor and which one is the original flavor?

Pancit Canton is one of the guys' favorites probably because it's easy to cook, it's fast to cook (note: instant... English vocabulary section of brain not working) and it's relatively practical, if not cheap. They come in three flavors — spicy, calamansi and original. Some care about flavors others just care about their stomachs being filled.

I will miss eating in other people's houses.

Darren auditioning for the next host of "Matang Lawin"

Darren makes the most epic poses. It comes so naturally that it's almost abnormal. But he is an adorable darling with low hard-hitting words that makes us roll in laughter. He has the brightest of the silliest ideas, which never fail to go for the win. Darren was never shy in front of the camera be it serious, silly or just simple.

I will miss taking pictures of Darren and his spur of the moment ideas.

Holdaper + Rapper = Holdrapper

This is Nikko is one of his OC (out of character) moments.

He spurts the strangest of comments which usually leave me bewildered if he's joking or dead serious. He manages to say the silliest things and the worst sarcasms in a woodblock face. There was an instance that I quietly broke to tears in such confusion because I thought I did something wrong and he was like, "Wtf is with you???" Haha.

He goes "zomfg" whenever I mention age because we're the eldest in the class and he's months older than me.

I will miss Nikko going OC.

undar teh umburella-ella-ella-eh-eh-eh~!

This is Nikko in his OC moments while under even just slight influence of alcohol.

Nikko is a heavy drinker or so they say. I've never seen him fully drunk. Perhaps it would be fun seeing him crawl in alcoholic disorder gone OC.

I will miss Nikko's alcoholic OC.

Gimli the rapper

Russel has the wtf-est expressions of weirdest proportions. We wonder why he is always surprised whenever he reacts on something and I continue to ponder on when the hell he is going to talk properly without expressiveness exceeding the Max level 3 gauge. Seriously. He has to stop doing weird gestures from time to time because the person he's talking to isn't going to want to understand what he wants to say anymore if that continues.

I will miss talking to him, texting with him and being good friends with him.

The freshman-y look!

I get to be a freshman by name but not at heart. I've been there and I've done that. When I returned to going to school, I could not help but look at all the young people around me who looked like they barely knew shit about college. They wore civilian clothing to school on a daily basis, which made them feel like they were all grown up in a different world that made them so excited. For some reason, I felt like the big sister, big brother, the mother and father to these ugly ducklings. I look back to these photos and realize how they've grown up and for some reason I feel like I'm a mother watching her child grow up. I've come to love them all so much regardless of how much or how little they love me. They've caused me negative feelings but nevertheless they've caused me so much happiness in their own way.

I love them so much.

I will miss the freshman idiotic babies called my classmates.

Enzo Is Love <3

This is the one of the if not THE cutest of the guys. I call him my stepson and the class calls him president. I adore how he gets along with all of us and givnig his own share of wacky thoughts and moments for the lulz. He gives sarcasm a whole new meaning and takes it to a level that only he can. I enjoy exchanging remarks with him like there's no tomorrow and like laughs would never end.

I will miss being Enzo's stepmom.

The star of doom : It can not be explained

Spur of the moment creation. It's amazing how students can think up unnecessary things like forming figures with glasses and straws but can not come up with a proper math equation that will save their butt grade.

I will miss making stupid creative things like this.

Ultra Hyper Mega Electromagnetic Lolness Enzo BACKSTAB!

Wonderful Ultimate Super Lolest Fuzzy Joren COUNTER ATTACK!

The sequence of pictures were begging for those captions. I don't know how I thought of these but I just did. It's strange how we can figure out a story from a sequence of shots in the most random moments.

I will miss these photo stories.

Marvin and Neil = BFF

The guys, insensitive as the women assume them to be, make the sweetest BFF poses at least for me. It's probably because they never do the friendly poses with people they aren't really friends with and even if they did, you'll see how fake it is.

Marvin and Neil have their own share of "payabangan" where one tells a story and the other tries to top it off with his own story until both of them get tired and start talking about something else to start another round of "payabangan". They are partners in crime and partners in whatever horrible, insane things they feel like doing.

I'll miss the super friend poses.

I r focus!

This photo is a result of accidentally pressing the forward/zoom on the phone while taking our picture. It was a mistake but I like how it eventually turned out. I like how my face is as if acknowledging the error and how I seem to be pushed to fit right into the picture.

I will miss the failures turned epic win.

Food for the Brain

I don't think we're such big fans of Dunkin Donuts but there's one branch close to the school so we frequent it. The place is so small that five people inside make it looks so crowded. The aircon is sometimes turned on too high and the crew aren't all friendly to everybody. I remember getting into a fight with my short-lived patience convincing myself NOT to kill the cashier who was still proving her point after ALREADY proving her point. Seriously, I believe that the customer isn't always right but the crew isn't liscenced to trash talk. It's probably because the school is close to Dunkin Donuts that we patronize it. Or used to. I can't remember the last time I went to that small store. In as much as I don't feel so comfortable in the place, there are some memories I have in there.

I will miss the donuts.

This is candid. WE SWEAR.

Is the one holding the camera in the picture or not? I congratulate myself for having my picture taken with such horrible-looking hair and pretending not to know about it. I don't know why we do it but we just do. Candid shots are cool and wonderful no matter how scriptedly ironic it is.

I will miss the candid irony.

The shiny look is for show. Taste to burn your scalp off.

The pizza had been infested with a hell lot of hot sauce just because my companions felt so good doing so. So much for reason. I wasn't able to eat any of the dreaded pizza. Good thing I had a slice of my own before it was terrorized by the horrors of too much spice, which I don't like.

I will miss the nonsensical madness moments.

Russel vs. Matador ; Winner: MATADOR

To say that alcohol is bad and should not be taken in anyway is ludicrous.
alcohol is bad when you take in too much but taking in some once in a while isn't too bad. I'm not a drinker since I get drunk easily. I've tried it so I know so and I avoid getting into the habit as much as possible. Getting drunk once in a while isn't so wrong, though. It's just "once in a while" and not always. But getting drunk doesn't always mean you drank a lot. It could be that you can't handle what you've taken in and realized it too late.

This is what you see in the picture. Russel fell victim to the infestation of alcohol in his head despite the group's effort to make him drink less then they do all while getting him to drink up as much as possible. Our class is filled with irony. Russel looked like a zombie wanting to just go back to the grave for his own sake.

I will miss these inuman session graveyards and alcohol-infested zombies.

Snorlax and the pokébag

Washington has this habit of sleeping right after eating. He reasons that it's his way of digesting the food faster. I don't know how this works because the body slows down its crew when you're asleep. He says it's different for him, though so he has been dubbed "Snorlax" who eats then sleeps and eats after waking up. I don't know how different his anatomy and metabolism is for us but what the hell? He's part of the group I love all the same.

I will miss the pokémon.

The Potato Chip Chaps

How did this come to be, I wonder?

Actually, I thought it up. We were munching on a potato chip snack and someone just whipped out a camera phone and pointed it at us. The chips came in as props and I told them to do as I do. The two guys beside me are very good boys.

I will miss such ideas.

Instructions : Twist to group all colors together before your brain falls apart first

Rubik's Cube. My guy classmates simply adore this. They fuss about it so much that I feel like the cube is screaming for a break. I wouldn't want to be a Rubik's cube in my next life. I know there's a pattern to figuring out the cube but my span of attention does not allow me to nerve-rack on learning it. Perhaps if it turned to a Gundam or my Zanpakutou after beating the puzzle then I would give it more thought and effort but until then, I continue to satisfy myself to forming only one face of the cube.

I will miss these puzzling things that beget addiction.

...And this is how you dislocate someone's jaw...

Don't ask me how this happened. It just did. I was holding the camera and Vincent told me he had "photogenic legs" (how the hell does that make sense?). For the lulz photographer mode hit me and I asked Geramie to look surprised but instead gave me the "surprised, disjointed, maltreated, crazy and bewildered with a dislocated jaw" look of the century all at the same time!

I will miss these "shocking" moments.

Yaoi = Shounen Ai : Boy Love

Yaoi is when two boys engage in a relationship that exceeds friendship and rivalry be it emotional or sexual or both. Exhibition of such whether true or not is also considered Yaoi. The guys in the picture are not into each other but due to the influence of the friendly freaky fluid called alcohol, they are in a Yaoi picture. I don't know why they did it. I was screaming "YAOI! YAOI! YAOI! YAAAAHHOOOOIIIIHHHH!!!" the whole time without the fangirl tinge but one of the two guys kept at it for the hell. Nikko would pay me to take this off but I would rather make millions from the net. (Hi, Nikko...!!)

I will miss the Yaoi-ness.

Gem and Vincent cosplaying Baron Super Antenna

Utilize everything. That's probably they're motto. The bridge was minding it's own business until these people did something ridiculous while sitting on it. I admit this is wacky but where the hell do they get this ideas!?

I will miss role-playing as objects.

Larawang Kupas : A Walk To Remember

If the picture wasn't blurred, it would've been a good one. It was taken with a camera phone with both the subject and photographer walking so I guess it's understandable. We were on our way home from our friend's birthday celebration and Marvin and Neil walked ahead of us. I'm not sure if it was I or Cathy who took the picture but it looks so nostalgic all the same.

Walking home marks the end of a day but signals the wait for a new tomorrow.

I will miss walking home happily with friends.

The Wonders of Make Up

I was never part of the female community that understand how make up works. I mean, shouldn't it be embedded in the female genetic coding to understand hair and make-up? Come to think of it, if it were then beauticians would be no more. My classmates are able to do their hair and make up. I'm the only one who can't. The boys even know how to properly put on face powder than I do. T_T Maybe I'm an alien.

I will miss the strange girly moments for boys and girls.

Yuuki Cross ordered to by C2 : Oniisama will not be happy

This is how I dress up when I feel like it. I've been reading Vampire Knight during this time and I was doing my version of Yuuki Cross. The way I dress up is not a fashion statement but actually a sense of personal expression. I've been asked "What's the difference?" but I'd rather have you figure it out than explain it myself.

I will miss costripping in a place that has no idea what cosplay is.

Lunch during the Cluster Meet

This is us during lunch in SM Marilao where we attended the annual STI Cluster Meet. I don't know how else to express my regret at missing out on the meet because I wasn't feeling well and because the person I was with was throwing a tantrum for the hell. I wish I could rewind the whole thing then maybe I could've taken no one with me instead and I could've had fun. I missed out on so much and these are the times I could not take back.

I will miss the things I have missed out on... Just for a chance to do them again.

Kitty in Klas, I mean, "Class"

This is me during NSTP class. I don't have this subject but my classmates enjoy it when I sit in. I tend to get so expressive and crazy that even the professor asks me to participate and recite. If I had this subject, I'd pass the recitation with flying and gliding colors.

I will miss sitting in a class I don't belong to.

These are the things that I will miss from the first semester of my second freshman year. I adore these memories and I cherish them. It's the sentimental fool in me that won't let these things go. I'm under so much stress and confusion and hanging on to these memories is one of the things that keep me going. I hang on to them, knowing they existed and hoping that there would be better times to come.

There are many more things I will miss but this is it for now.

I WILL MISS EVERYTHING.
I WILL MISS EVERYONE.

Cheerios, Cookies and a whole lot of Bankai love!

RESET

2009-03-09T21:40:00.001+08:00

Back then, I used to like customized layouts, one that I have created so as I'm the only one who has it so I don't understand why I changed my layout to a ready template. If ever I wanted a new lay-out, I usually design one on my own and if I'm too lazy to do so, I simply keep my current layout and wait for my muse to get cracking but just a few minutes ago, I found myself browsing the layout gallery and clicking away, editing and customizing like a noob. I have no idea why I've done this.

Could it be something out of my subconscious? That a part of me is getting tired of breaking away from the conformity around me? Or is it a part of me that wants to rest for a while and lie low while everything moves on and passes? Is there a part of me that wants to rest even for a moment's time while I try to get back up and be my full self again?

I've always been a person who looks at things in a deeper sense that sometimes I diss myself. It's been so me that when I notice something, I try to figure out if there's anything underneath it. I try to figure out everything from the thoughts of the people around me to the story plots of movies and TV shows. Some people get freaked out about how or why I do it and some people are just amused. As for me, well, I don't know. If there's anything I don't like about it, it would probably be that my mind barely gets any rest figuring out most things with trivial value. Some would call it "pangigialam" but I just call it "second nature". I don't do it because I want to. I do it because I do it. No but's and no why's.

There had been a lot on my mind lately. Saying "I don't know why" would be hypocritical of me. Of course I know why. It's just that I can barely sort things out. Or perhaps I'm too confused to sort things out — not that I can't but won't maybe?

It seems that my train of thoughts had immediately left me from that last question. I barely have any idea on what to say or how to conjoin my thoughts together to form a decent post. I could've clicked "Publish Post" at that point but I think posting a half-done entry would make me feel mortified.

I'm typing this probably due to the need to express myself like I always do. It's in expression that I find some refuge. It's in expression that I lift things from my chest. It's probably one of the reasons why I enjoy speaking and writing; why I love talking and performing whatever and whenevr I can in front of other people. I enjoy being heard. I enjoy being watched.

I enjoy attention?

I'm not really sure. Perhaps.

I mean, everyone wants attention but not attention in general. There are various kinds of attention and various angles where attention can be focused at. Everyone has that spot and everyone desires to have that spot noticed. I used to think that wanting attention is something bad and wrong and that I should keep to the shadows and wait to be noticed though expression is burning in me.

I remember being a child and told to speak only when spoken to or asked to. My grandfather was proud of my declamation and orations skills and he always asked me to deliver a piece whenever we had relatives or friends visit. Yet somehow, as a child, I felt like something was missing; that I wanted to do something more. But I was a child told to shut up and I did. I wasn't a very obedient little girl and I know more about the world than other kids of my age would but at that point, I didn't know enough to grasp what it is that I want.

There were many things that my innocent eyes had witnessed and half of my young mind was opened to the reality but I was not allowed to asked nor to be answered and so I shrouded all those questions with fake innocence. And subconsciously I searched for the answers on my own — quietly. I admit, most of my methods were wrong and I realize those things only lately. I had my own share of mistakes and downfalls probably more than what my age could've mustered. I got hurt many, many times without knowing properly why.

I could've asked the adults but the adults were busy being adults — busy treating a child too much like a child.

Maybe if they had answered my questions.

Maybe if they took time to listen to me.

Maybe if they saw what was in my eyes.

Maybe if they even just looked at me.

At this point, this point barely has any sense. I have strayed away from what I really wanted to say from the beginning. But what was it that I wanted to say from the very beginning? That's right... "I don't know".

So how will I end this post?

Just like how it started.

"I don't know."

Ozine Fest 2008

2008-04-07T10:46:00.001+08:00

More pictures at http://www.tagged.com/xairylle

Xairylle, Jin, Miguel, Alexis
I'm trying not to hyperventilate over here, thank you!

Jin and Miguel as Ulquiorra and Grimmjow. GAWD, I love their outfits!! *glomps 'em both*

China makes a cute Rukia desu!

The Tuxedo Team with Alexis and "trying-not-to-faint" Xairylle

I wanna be... I wanna be... I wanna be Akatsuki.

Ara? You wanna be Akatsuki, too?

XAIRYLLE DOESN'T THINK SO!!! *tennis racket no jutsu!*

Xairylle and Alexis doing the default "let's go japan anime" peace poses!

We look good when you look from behind, desu ne?

Victim of Circumstance?

2008-02-28T14:43:00.001+08:00

There are several things in life that has to be learned. Other things can't be realized while there are also things that don't want to be understood. It exists. It is there. For some reason, it brings something new to the table but stabs you with the reality of randomness and life. Life was meant to be somewhat bittersweet but have you ever experienced something that is so good, it hurts? Something that requires your understanding but then tells you not to?

Truth hurts? Not always.

But indeed, the truth will set you free. Although painfully free or free but with the broken chains still dangling from your wrists or your legs.

I always said that love and logic could coexist because God would not give man a heart and a mind in one body if they could not be together. But who said coexistence was easy?

Sometimes people fail to learn how to manage these feelings and thoughts not because they don't want to but because they can not. And that is not their fault. I've blamed myself several times for what I have done thanks to the unending debate of logic and love but in the end, what I turn out to be is a victim of circumstance. Of course, most people turn it into a rather good excuse for failure to do something concerning the bonding of IQ and EQ.

Victim of circumstance. This is both the hardest and easiest way out. I could greatly attest to that. You can not blame anyone or anything except the situation and one of the hardest things in life is when you do not come across a good reason. Well, perhaps at least for me. After all, it is in human nature to look for reason, to know the cause not because one wants to learn from it but because it is so. The why, the how, the what...

Would I rather blame myself than say that I am a victim of circumstance? This is a question I still could not answer. Bittersweet things in life were never meant to be good but regardless of me knowing this, I can not help but to feel the sting of pain amidst the short-lived happiness that I am trying to keep myself warm in.

I want to be happy. Who doesn't? But there are times when no matter how much you want to be joyous and proud, something will happen. You try to move and bend it but the positive feeling fell into an abyss of what you don't know. The needles push through from below and while pricking yourself among the nasty thorns, you search for that tiny left-over feeling you dropped.

Blood will drip. Tears will fall. Curses will escape.

But then when your fingers touch that small spark you've been looking for, it will seem like it didn't matter at all.

The Sin Of This Song

2008-02-28T14:17:00.001+08:00

I just wrote the words and I'm not a musically inclined anything so excuse me. I did this for and with my friend Lanns. Well, yeah maybe a bit for myself but wthell. I don't know the tune. Lanns does, though. I was careful not to disclose the gender of the person the song is talking about for Lanns' sake. I feel for you, friend!! *hugs* I love the title, btw.

THE SIN THAT IS YOU

I would want to break away
From the sin that is you
From the darkness you engulf me in
In a way that feels so good

I run away from pain
And run away from hate
I run away from love
I have to run away from you

Chorus:
You reach out to me and take my hand
But you would never understand
It’s the sin of loving you
The sin that is you
You bend your words to comfort me
But I don’t think you’ll ever see
It’s the sin of loving you
The sin that is you

I feel that you might be fake
And the words that you say
I don’t know why I believe these lies
Why does it keep me alive?

I hold onto the pain
And douse myself in hate
Wash me with bitter drops
It hurts me so but I need you

•Your bittersweet kisses make me bleed
I don’t know if you could feel or see
Not that you mind
Not that you care
Not that you’d even be there

100 Effects Animé Has On Me And My Life

2008-02-28T14:09:00.001+08:00

BY READING PAST THIS PARAGRAPH, YOU AGREE THAT EVERYTHING I SAY IS MY OPINION ALONE AND IS NOT NECESSARILY THE OPINION OF ANY INDIVIDUAL OR GROUP RELATED TO ME OR ANY ONE ELSE. AND BY THAT, LET IT BE KNOWN THAT MY OPINION IS AS GOOD AS ANYONE ELSE’S.

100 Effects Animé Has On Me And My Life

1. I squeal “Happy Birthday, Rukawa Kaede!” every January 1 amidst the fireworks and noise.

2. I watched Spiderman 3 while dressed as Amane Misa

3. Ryu Hoshi is my childhood hero

4. When I am in a hurry walking and I sometimes wish I had a Butterfly Wing (pRO), a Fly Wing (pRO), a teleport skill, instant transmission (DBZ) and/or Shunpo.

5. I didn’t come to my graduation rehearsal when I was in 6th Grade because I had to watch Gundam Wing’s final episode.

6. When I was younger, I used to take notes in front of the TV while watching animé because I had no idea that the internet existed

7. I have a slight plan of naming my future son Sasuke, Ryu, Heero and Light.

8. I spent thirty minutes sitting on the floor of a department store while trying to figure out which of the Bleach pins I was going to buy. In the end, I ended up buying all four — two of Ichigo, one Ishida and one Byakuya.

9. I sometimes say/yell “Bankai”… Even when asleep.

10. I once squealed “Kame Hame Ha” while pulling out my notebook when I was in second grade. Up to this time, I don’t know why I did it.

11. When I was in 5th Grade, I talked my cousin into styling his hair a la Powell from Eto Rangers. We never speak about it now.

12. When I was in Elementary, I turned our living room into my art gallery by pinning all my animé fan art on the wall. Now, thank goodness for folders, envelopes and Deviantart.

13. I used to write fan fiction during class when I was in high school.

14. I have a friend whom I yell “Katon! Housenka No Jutsu!” at whenever I see him.

15. My cousin and I sometimes say “I am an avenger!” while poking each other with a squeaky hammer.

16. I saw a large picture of Uchiha Sasuke in the mall and I ran to it while frantically and practically fan girling over it while I squealed “Sasuke-kun! Sasuke-kun! Sasuke-kuuuuuuuuun!”

17. There was only one guy who made my head turn like I was seeing something that came to life — my cousin’s classmate who at first glance resembled HITSUGAYA TOUSHIRO in the flesh (yes, with the bang over the forehead!). A few more glances after and… Well, nah. But the first time was “WTF”.

18. I spent a lot of time explaining to a lot of people that the RukawaxSendoh (Slam Dunk) pairing was not actually canon.

19. There was a time when my cousins and I add “datte ba yo” to the end of our sentences. After a year or so, I was talking online to someone and he suddenly blurted out “English-ttebayo”. I can’t help but wear a stupid grin on my face whenever I remember it now.

20. There are times when I feel that singing a Jap song to me is romantic because not everyone understands the words. So far, there’s only one guy in the world who sang in Japanese for me and it was against his will. HAHAHAHAHA!

21. I draw Konoha and Uchiha symbols on my test paper, my notes and my hand-outs.

22. I found a white handkerchief while I was holding a pen and I drew the 6th Squad insignia on it before leaving it. I don’t know who owned it, though, so if you’re reading this… SORRY, I COULDN’T HELP IT!

23. One of my cellphone profiles is named “SEED Mode: On”. Two others are “PSM: On” and “PSM: off”. If you know Gundam SEED, you’ll know what I’m talking about.

24. I have a personalized Death Note where I’ve written horrible experiences, rants and rambles.

25. My parents and aunt bribed me with a Gundam Wing Model Kit (Wing Zero Custom) for me to take the entrance test of the school they wanted me to enter in High School. It was an all-girls school and I really didn’t want to be surrounded by pure girls. Luckily, our batch was the first one to have males in it.

26. I speak Tagajaplish (Tagalog-Japanese-English) and sometimes Japlish (Japanese-English) and I’ve been doing it quite a lot lately that my friends were all going “wtf” when I called them up one time and asked, “Oi, you idiots, anata tachi doko? Bakit ang ingay!” (Hey, you idiots, where are you guys? Why is it noisy?)

27. I sometimes add “desu” or “desshou” or “ne” to my sentences.

28. My voice changes when I speak in Japanese.

29. I went amuck in front of my computer when my friend showed me a scanned copy of a Bleach review that had wrong information on it. I was about to mail the authors right away and I actually had someone telling me to, “HEY! CALM DOWN OKAY! BREATHE PROPERLY! INHALE AND EXHALE, YOU BAKA!”

30. I spit my orange juice when I heard someone call Ishida Uryuu as “ORYO” and I probably changed color when they began talking about “Ichigo becoming Captain”. I told them to read the manga online for their own sake lest they would have to put up with me rattling off about the Bleach chapters right from the end of the Soul Society arc.

31. A friend saw a doujin that was supposed to be a Naruto ending. He thought it was the ending and I ended up lecturing him about doujin and stuff. He was like, “Okay. Easy ka lang. Wag mo ko pagalitan.” (Okay. Take it easy. Don’t scold me.)

32. Whenever my friends see anything related to animé, they remember me.

33. I have designed a Shinigami robe-inspired outfit to wear in a formal gathering. Hahahahaha!

34. I listen to animé songs and suddenly go “WAAAAAH! SO TOUCHING!” on some lines and people go like “wtf”…

35. While I was asleep, I suddenly got up and posed like I was holding a mace and yelled, “Teka! Ayan, hahampasin ko na yung Roda Frog!” (Okay, here I go! I’m going to thwack the Roda Frog!)

36. I lost sleep figuring out the time line regarding my Bleach fan fiction.

37. I threw a fit in my cousin’s house when I heard the Tagalog Bleach dubs. THE QUINCY ARCHER IS NOT A COOKIE!! Stop calling him “ORYO”!!!

38. I shrieked in a known bookstore upon seeing a whole shelf full of manga I couldn’t buy at the same time.

39. When I was in high school, my parents told me to wait for them in an animé specialty store and when they came back, I was two to three thousand pesos poorer with my hands full of animé stuff. They never left me alone there ever since.

40. Some of my classmates called me “Heero” for my love of Gundam Wing.

41. I used to have a signature move known as my “Shoryukyaku” (I have no idea who called it that) because my fist flies in what seems to be an uppercut and my body twists to do a kick. I was only able to hit ONE GUY with that.

42. I brought a portable TV to school to watch animé series that were being aired locally while on my way home. It had a really long antenna that I could poke people with.

43. My cousin computed how much I’ve spent buying those laminated cards from an animé specialty store. When he was done, he told me I could’ve just bought a cell phone instead.

44. I threw a tantrum and cried like hell when my dad purposely crumpled the Heero Yuy fan art I SLAVED OVER when I was twelve. I didn’t speak to him for three days.

45. If I’m in the middle of plot-construction for my fan fiction, you better not disturb me or I’m going to make sure you catch hell if I do.

46. I accidentally called my then-boyfriend “Sasuke-kun” and/or “Raito-kun” and he glared at me while saying, “Wtf, you want me to show you what that guy can’t do?” I just replied, “Uh… Noes.”

47. I go “ARAAAAAAAAA!” so often that even one of my friends now say “Ara”!

48. I have met countless people thanks to animé.

49. I was with four guys and we were standing in the middle of a park…

Me: Why the hell are we conversing like this in the middle of the park? We look like Sentai.

Guy1: Yeah. (points to my then-boyfriend) The leader (points to me) and his girl… (Points to guy beside him) A tall guy… (Points to another guy beside me) A geek… (Points to himself) And a cool guy.

After that, only he and I laughed. It took several moments before the three other guys realized what he was talking about.

50. I say yes with “HAAAAAAAAI!” and ask with “NAAAAANDA YO?”

51. My cousin and I were in a large drugstore and we were standing at opposite ends of an aisle. She was telling me something and I didn’t understand what she wanted me to do. So out of something, I just yelled across the aisle, “DOU SURU II YO!?” (What do you want me to do!?) She just blinked at me saying, “Ano? Gaga ka, minumura mo ba ko?” (What? You idiot, are you swearing at me?) I just shrugged and grumbled. The other people were looking at me and I didn’t realize I was the only one who understood what I said until I was out of the store.

52. Friend: (pointing to strawberry candy with limbs on stick) It’ll be fun sucking strawberry-boy!!

Me: (glaring while threatening to hit with paper bag) YOU SERIOUSLY HAVE TO REPHRASE THAT!!!!!!

If you know Bleach so well, you’d understand. I explained it to my friend and she just wanted to kill me.

53. My friends and I saw a large picture of Cloud Strife on one stall in the mall and we were like, “MINE! MINE! MINE!”

54. I MADE my friends watch FF7 AC and one wanted her hair cut like Tifa Lockheart’s but ended up with Kadaj’s look. Hahahaha!

55. My friends were telling me to bring CD’s to watch and I blurted out, “Oh, let’s watch X!” I was talking about CLAMP’s X/99 but the way two of my guy friends grinned gave me the idea that they thought I was talking about something perverse.

56. Whenever I read something so exciting about Naruto, I immediately send text messages to my cousin about it.

57. My cousins and I watched the final episode of “Knock Out!” and I was the only female who was screaming “Woah!” when Ippo used his techniques in a sequence.

58. When I first cosplayed, I was only able to sleep for three hours or so and I was unable to eat breakfast at lunch from all the excitement during the event.

59. Generally, when I’m in an animé convention, my body enters a weird state. I do not recognize the need to eat, drink or urinate unless highly necessary. I usually only feel such things AFTER I’ve left the convention. I tend to be SO hungry, so thirsty and need to use the bathroom quite badly.

60. In the college class prophecy during my sophomore year, I was the girl with the Gundams. And, yeah, I was the one who wrote it.

61. I wailed at the utterly beautiful ending of Death Note and my mom, my grandmother and my cousin all thought I was nuts. After that, I sent text messages saying “WAAAAAAAAAAAH! YAGAMI LIGHT!!” Fortunately for me, they’re kind of used to it.

62. I was also wailing while trying to knot someone’s neck with his collar upon witnessing Chrno Crusade’s ending.

63. I dragged my cousin in front of the PC and MADE her look at the Rock Musical Bleach cast while comparing them to their animé counter parts. Surprisingly, she found it rather interesting how the whole thing was made.

64. I have watched Rock Musical Bleach: Saien like a hundred times or so. It’s the only one I have a copy on DVD. If I had the other musicals, I’d probably watch it over and over as well.

65. I do the Hare Hare Yukai dance. I had my fiancé learn the dance, too.

66. We were getting ready for exams and I was threatening my genius of a friend that I was going to use my Sharingan to copy his answers.

67. We have a Shitzu that my mom named Jones and he rolls and jumps around so much that I funnily came up with a release command for him: “Roll, Ashiogi Jones”

68. When I was eight, I taught my four year-old cousin the “Hadouken” (which we stupidly pronounced as “Aduken”) and I got scolded for it. What gives??

69. I wasted half of a fresh intermediate pad trying to draw Super Saiyan Son Goku from memory when I was in third grade. I was just nine! Spare me!

70. My cousins and I drew stars on the billiards spheres… Boy, did we get scolded.

71. Just lately, a guy told me “You know, just thinking of you makes me smile.” Not getting the hint that he was trying to hit on me, I just replied “That’s my reiatsu, man. Sorry.”

72. When I was in my junior year of high school, a classmate was asking about something and I wanted to give her a hard time. I told her that if she could sing 1/2 (Rurouni Kenshin’s 2nd Opening Song), I’d tell her what she wanted to know. I don’t really remember what it was she wanted to know so badly but I sure won’t forget how she tried so hard to learn that song.

73. I glare and say “Omae o korosu!” (I’ll kill you!) all thanks to my Heero Yuy.

74. I’ve been watching and listening to animé for a time so long that even my dad knew Yuyu Hakusho’s opening as well as Gundam Wing’s. He was kind of disappointed when we weren’t able to watch Kurama’s fight with Karasu when it was aired locally.

75. I was the reason for a beach outing’s delay because I insisted on watching a certain Gundam Wing episode that was to be aired locally. They would’ve just left me if they could.

76. While everyone else covered their books with magazine pages, mine were wrapped in fan art.

77. I once vandalized a wall with a giant drawing of Eto Rangers’ Powell. Don’t fret. It was just chalk… Hard to remove chalk. Yuk yuk yuk yuk!

78. In third grade, I had a list of all the spheres that Yaiba acquired. I don’t remember much about it now but I still have a photographic memory of what the list looked like.

79. Still in third grade, my cousins and our playmates and I had a chant: “TORA TORA UMA! TOOOORA TORA UMA LIBILIBIDO!” If you know Yaiba, you know what I’m talking about. I’m just surprised that I’ve met two younger people who have no idea who Yaiba Kurogane is and what relation he has to “The Sphere of Thundergod”.

80. Another chant was “VADZULA ON! VADZULA ON! VADZULA ON!” Gawd.

81. I found out about “Tokyo Mew Mew” via a Chinese cable channel. I found it somewhat amusing and I watch it even if it’s in Chinese. On the same note, I watched pure Japanese animé in Wowow. This is how I found out about “Vann Dread”, “Gatekeepers”, “Steel Angel Kurumi” and more animé who I recognize but do not know the title.

82. In my first year of college life, a professor asked us to submit a creative reaction paper regarding a play. While everyone submitted pages worth of words, I turned in several pages of a reaction paper… worth of colored manga! To the same effect, in my 3rd year of High School, I drew out colored manga where Kurapica was discussing atoms and its laws to Killua. In 4th year High School, I drew fifteen pages of manga — each page was as large as a cartolina — as part of a school project. I also drew an animé movie poster of “The Abduction Of Sita” when I was in 2nd Year High School.

83. Even before I learned about Fushigi Yuugi, I made my own manga about a girl being sucked into a book along with other people whom she had no idea about. When Fushigi Yuugi came out, I was so disappointed that I discontinued it. I then created another story that was about “magical dolls”. Six years after that, Rozen Maiden came out. The coincidence, my dears!

84. In second year high school, the WHOLE CLASS was forced to join a United Nations Pageant and the question for me was: “If you were to be an animé character, who would you be?” My answer: “M-M-Matte, matte… Anooooou… Eetou desu ne…”

85. When I was in sixth grade, I was envied by several girls because I had all the guys flocking around me to request for fan art — Saber Marionette J fan art. So ecchi, those kids! Meh, I did the requests, though.

86. When I was in second grade, I had a small notebook where I drew Daimos fan art. Yes, Daimos.

87. I used to sit in front of the TV and COPY the characters on screen for reference.

88. I watched DBZ’s Movie about Cooler over and over and over when I was in fourth grade that I was able to do story-telling for it complete with the exact dialog and weird gestures.

89. My cousins and I had bicycles, which we named after the B’ts (Bits) from B’t X. Mine was Shadow X, Karen’s 2nd B’t.

90. I taught my young cousins to yell “Ama Kikirou Ryu No Hirameki” as well as taught them how to tell one Gundam Wing pilot from another… by number.

91. The most I’ve spent on an internet surfing spree in a café is around 400 pesos. Back then, it was 30 pesos per hour. Yes, I was there for over 12 hours searching for animé and animé and animé. I managed to use up a box of diskettes. There were no blank CD’s back then.

92. I spent all night playing Shaman King: Spirit of Shaman because I had to beat the part with the cave and it was all in Kana! I was a slow Kana reader and it took me all night to figure out the whole trial and error (the choices have an order of precedence, I swear) but I was able to pull it off. However, I was asleep during my first subject the next day.

93. I have a friend whose younger brother looks so much like Naruto (even the hair) that I threatened to tie him to the bed post and stuff him in an orange jumpsuit THEN take his pictures.

94. I actually debated with my aunts why animé helps me in not being dull. It actually takes beings with a certain level of intelligence to be able to fully understand and appreciate “Death Note”, you know.

95. I was cleaning an office once and there was an animé song playing on the PC. I sang along with it while minding my business. I didn’t notice that there were several instances that the guy in front of the computer would turn the volume down to see if I really knew the song. When the song was over, he suddenly exclaimed, “OMG, I LOVE YOU!”

96. I MADE my cousin's nephew wear blue hair wax to style his hair a la Toushiro Hitsugaya. Would've done it with white but we didn't have that on us.

97. I got scolded in the middle of class when I was in fourth grade because I was slouching while trying to draw the Ranma 1/2 cast while my teacher was trying to explain the ecosystem.

98. Whenever any of my friends come across anything that has anything to do with animé, they remember me and remind themselves to tell me about what they’ve seen so as they could watch my reaction… Yeah, I’m kind of like those Yakitate! Japan judges for them.

99. When the subbed version of Rock Musical Bleach Live Bankai Show came out, I was talking to a friend via YM and he had no idea whatsoever about what I was watching but I ranted about Shuji Hayashi and Tatsuya Isaka and how Te Wo Tsunagou should’ve been more IchiRuki-ish. The reaction I had were one of the following: (1) “What the hell are you talking about?” and (2) “You’re nuts. Nuts, I tell you! Screws gone loose!”

100. I’ve written (A LOT OF) “You’ve had too much –insert animé/game here- when…” Lists. I used to have a site about it but I think I lost it. Uwah!