The Last Hour

Word: Dreamer
Music: Owarinai Yume - Aikawa Nanase

I am the king of random words. Well, not really. Don't mind that title.

So anyway, I am an attention deficient, and an opposition defiant. I also have short term memory loss, usually from short attention span, and this is why I wanted to be a teacher? Kinda weird, ne? For me, not really.

It's very strange for most people, but then again maybe not. Most people would see me as a lawyer, the second Atty. Barraquias out there in the Philippines. On the other hand, my parents would see me as a scientist like I wanted when I was a little kid. Still, others thought I was gonna be a computer programmer. True, I am a jack-of-all-trades. Well not really all but that's not the point. The point is I am going to be a teacher, a humble profession with a small income. For some people, they see it kinda natural, being close to my mom and all but from what I see it, it's very different yet the same.

I always wanted to be different. I always looked forward for an adventure. Of course, I ended up sitting on a chair in front of a (crappy) black box with light coming out of it all day. Well, at least I got what I wanted, to be different. I always thought I...gah...stupid attention span...





Ah there we go. I always thought I can never be enslaved by the computer because of my will. I also always thought I would learn something from this experience, defying my parents, get addicted into bad habits, etc. Of course, like most kids nowadays, I ended up being a...what was that word again...*checks Word Power*...ah there we go, a neurotic. Ironically, I DID learn from something: how to deal with such people.

And deal to such people I shall. Childhood was my dream, is my dream, and will be my dream. I'm not saying I will never grow up. I'm saying is that whatever experience I gain, whatever theories I create, I may be able to tell them to my "children" and hopefully my children. Why did I want to become a teacher? To teach.


Stolen from Raziel

You guessed it. Quizzes!

You are an assassin.
That means you are a proffessional and do your
job without mixing any emotions in it. In your
life you have probably been hurt many times and
have gotten some mental scars. This results in
you being distant from people. Though many
think that you are evil, you are not. What you
really are is a person, trying to forget your
pain and past. You are the person who never
seems to care and that is why being an assassin
fits you good. Atleast, that's what people
think. Even if you don't care that much for
your victims, you still have the ability to
care and to generally feel. It is not lost,
just a little forgotten. In crowds you tend to
not get to noticed, and dress in black or other
discrete colours. You don't being in the
spotlight and wish people would just leave you
alone. But once you do get close to someone you
have a hard time letting go and get real down
if you loose him/her.

Main weapon: Sniper
Quote: "The walls we build around
us to keep out the sadness also keep out the
joy" -Jim Rohn
Facial expression: Narrowed eyes

What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures]
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I could have sworn I'll be a pyschotic killer...ah well.

People see nothing in your eyes. You seem to either
be indifferent about everything or are trying
to cover up a lot of pain. Your eyes have a
cold stare that can make people shiver. Try to
show a little more caring, because your hard
exterior most likely drives people away.
...stop looking at me like that...stoppit!

What can people see in your eyes?(great ANIME pics)((IMPROVED!!!))
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Heh...not surprising.

~*~Result nr 3~*~

Your power is: The ability to fly

Explanation: This powers speaks pretty
much for itself. Though you don't need wings
for this power,you can fly anyway. Some people
may consider it as telekinesis since they can
also fly, but you can't make material things
move like they can. This ability could be a
relaxing activity when you want to get away
from everyday troubles. Also it is good when
sneaking upon an enemy since it makes no sound.
When going over to the "dark side"
the power could be used to harrass and break
into building through windows etc.
You are quite similar to this power since you
like to have your head in the clouds.
Supernatural things amuse while ordinary life
does not. If your daydreaming has gotten a
little too far you might be zooned out all the
time, even when you are having a conversation.
Your desires and/or goals tend to be
unrealistic even if you know those would
probably never happen. Travelling is something
you would be interested in doing since seeing
exotic scenery fits with your fantasies of
escaping your plain life. You can also have
some creative ability (writer, playing an
instrumen etc) that interests you.
Negative aspects: The whole reason you
may be escaping life could be fear of being let
down by it. So if that would come to happen,
and an important dream had been crushed you
could get depressed.

What Power is Compatible With You? [beautiful anime pictures + 12 detailed results]
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Yay! *rereads* ...but I like wings!! T_T

Well I can't find the other quiz Raz had so I just chose another one.

You dont really care how you look or what people
think about you. You just do your own thing.

What Does Your Hair Say About You?
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Random Bloggin' for the Nth Time

Word: Pagan
Food: Pizza
Music: Writhe In Pain/Remix (~Millia's Theme~) - Guilty Gear Series Best Sound Collection

I see my flooble's dead...ah well. I was planning on getting a My Shoutbox anyway. If by chance someone suddenly used my flooble ID and also by chance got the same key as I did and worked on my blog, then he'll be in a lot of surprise...unless he also, by chance, read this post. It's a one in a million, more so or less, but it's a possibility nonetheless. And it rhymes too.

So what's this all about blogs or everything about blogging? So what if I don't follow most or all of the 10 safety rules LJ wrote in the HS Paper? I've been blogging for more than two years now (two and a half next month) and nobody's been blackmailing me or anything...well there is that point that my name's almost always undisclosed and my tendency not to blog when there is something to blog about...ah forget it. Sakuraii and the others may have a better say than I do.

About something to blog about? Oh I forgot to blog (again) about the Tekken 5 incident. I almost kicked Sakuraii's arse most prolly because I was using Yoshimitsu, kept crouching, and he's not using Xiaoyu. Of course, I'm nowhere as near as Sakuraii's Xiaoyu or Jake's Asuka. Jake and Saku dominated the Tekken arcade and therefore Raziel, Liu, Angeles, and I never got to play against each other. It was fun though.

On the other hand, that was the first time I played Percussion Freaks. I got a bit farther where Liu last left off. That was the first try. The second try, I managed to clear the stage...although the second song got my butt kicked. The songs are catchy and I swear I will finish Vitalize as my second song!! Pretty risky though.

I was gonna say something else about yesterday but that's something personal. It's also been cleared out after a talk so I guess it won't be on my LJ either.

Oh and I have this nice but weird dream. For the second time, I've dreamt about my made-up adopted older brother Mark or, as I call him, "Pagan." I don't consider him purely made-up though since I believe he's out there somewhere. So anyway, I see one of the Rugrats, Chuckie to be more specific. Having remembered a part of an episode, Chuckie and the others decided to look for their parents among people in a party. Believing that he's growing up, Chuckie said he'd give up his baby possessions and give up eating cake when suddenly, Tommy's grandpa Lou ate a slice of cake. Then, I heard someone say a quote (see first quote at the end of the post).

After that, Chuckie was replaced by me. I see myself in a rectangular bedroom. It had two doors, one of which was near the foot of the bed. I was lying on the bed with two towels, one near my head, the other I'm holding and using like a blanket and I was looking at the other door I refer to as the "back door." Having thinking about the giving up possessions part, I decided to get up and exit through the "back door." The room behind it turned out to be a bathroom and there he was; Pagan in an anime-ish drawing (as I also see myself) was taking a bath with his rather muscular build. He was slightly taller than me like he was on my other dream (he was just a childhood friend back then). He looked at me and smiled and went back to taking a bath. I blushed for a while too. I examined him a bit down to his upper torso in hopes I could copy it and draw it out later on. Then, I went on. There was another door on the other side of the bathroom and so I left.

This part was slightly forgotten but I can remember some accounts. This time, I see myself crisscrossing between a dog and Chuckie. There was one part of this dream that I gave a bone to a dog but it ignored the bone and other dogs soon got hold of the bone. There was also another account that I saw the Two Stupid Dogs digging a hole in each of their front porches (the dogs in my dream own houses for some reason) and then went back inside. I placed two more bones in each hole and buried them there. As I left, the Two Stupid Dogs returned and dug again though this time, instead of earth and soil, they seemed to dug up some bricks. Weird ne? Then in an alleyway going back, I see my shadow in the shape of the dog. There were some wailings that made my shadow run away and so I did as well.

I re-enter the same bathroom. Pagan was still there though I contemplated he was there for a morning shower rather than an evening one. His muscles seemed to have toned down and I wondered too. I was blushing a bit for the second time and I re-entered my room. I lay down once more on my bed, this time with three towels, a pad, and a pencil. I heard from behind Pagan entering the room (and for some reason, I know he was fully dressed) and also for some reason, Yang talking with Pagan about some games from the PS or Arcade. Pagan won the argument, of course. I was busy and happily sketching Pagan with his new red space armor. It was strange though as my sketch seemed to change perspective everytime.

And then, I'm guessing (as I cannot recall) that I imagined Pagan in this red space armor. He was a leader of a renegade army with me as Hibiki Tokai from Vandread as his enemy. We were not mortal enemies though. We could talk things out if we wanted to. It was just we were split into two different factions. We were fighting with me and the other Vandread cast on my side and him with his own fleet on the other. Then he got angry when the original enemy of Vandread came. He was shouting at them in which I cannot remember why. Then, as if there was something wrong in the scene, we rewind from the beginning of the whole Vandread dream sequence. When the Earthlings came back however, Pagan reluctantly joined forces with the Earthlings through a tractor beam then there was a dramatic scene between me, Dita, Meia, Jura, and all the others from Vandread.

It was a very long dream, the longest I had so far. Some I find neat, some I find strange. All these was cut short when my mom called out saying it was 5:30 am. And I swear, it was only 5:15!!

Long lost but never forgotten...
- My desription about Pagan