ANYWAY!

Contacts? [Y/N]

Might get a pair soon just for a change of pace. But a LOT of people are against the idea of a glasses-less McBlind. Which makes me want to go contacts even more. Just to spite them. A good number of them said that they can’t imagine seeing me without my glasses; I would then stand in front of them, remove my glasses and give them this stare: 

There’s also the fact that I almost permanently damaged my eyes last time I wore contacts a few years back. But I’m sure I’ll be more responsible this time around. *cough* Mother dearest told me that I might get laser surgery soon. I dunno, I wanted to be Legally Blind(I’m so close!) first before I take it. Good thing I’m good at stalling!

So there! Class starts tomorrow and IF I continue to post(I really might!), I’d be blogging mostly about my non-comic book hobbies(MTG), Star Craft, crazy shit that happens at CSB, alcohol/mixology and random k-pop images. Maybe.

PS. Getting a haircut this week D: D: D: sad panda now

The term is almost over. I don’t even need to take my last exam tomorrow but I will because: LEGS. I ‘m pretty sure that I’ll pass everything save for MOTHERFUCKING RETORIKA(your subject is bad and you should feel bad, you senile menopause-ing old hag PS. fuck you). I can finally revert to unproductive bastard mode, at least. FUCK YEAR!

Here’s a random pic from MR. POOLE’s website:

My Nokia 5800′s camera sucks.

I got this shirt at Robinsons Galleria a few weeks ago for like 100 bucks or something. Another example of people profiteering by stealing memes from MR. POOLE’s website. m00tikins is struggling to make ends meet and people earn LOTS from the shit they scavenge and steal from his imageboard produces everyday. Poor m00t ;_; all he wanted was to be a little girl.

ANYWAY, as expected, this post will be followed another FUCK YOU, THIS BLOG IS ALIVE post after a month or so..maybe. Reason: I AM LAZEH. So here’s the things I planned to do on the short summer break.

Things to do:

1. Learn to fucking draw.- I have Freehand Drawing and two other artsy subjects next term, I can’t even draw stick figures.. Why am I an arts student again?

2. Learn to play the guitar – Daddykins left me his expensive Ovation guitar, I think he wants me to use it. I want to play the alto sax again, but I just don’t have the funds to buy a new one.

3. DSLR – SAVE SAVE SAVE! RAKETS! DO OTHER PEOPLE’S PROJECTS! SELL PORN! NIGHTS IN Q. CIRCLE! GET A FUCKING CAMERA!

4. GET FIT – SRSLY.

4. Don’t get darker – lrn2sunblock.

5. Pipeline – This is strict instructions from the best friend.

Hey kiddos, I’m back! And instead of doing my paper due in 5hrs, I’ve decided to make a blog post! YAYZ! Blogging – enriching the minds of today’s youth!

So, it’s that time of the year again. When people either become Euphoric, EMO or even both at the same time. When motels are always full and condom(Okamoto pl0x) sales(or blades for the emo peoples) skyrocket. When everyone gains weight because of all the damn chocolate sales. And when people place bets whether their “manoks” succeeds in wooing their damsels; basking in the glory of alchohol when they triumph or bawwwing their hearts out, trying to drown the sorrow with booze. Either way, we get to consume alchohol so it’s all good.

With the big V-Day only 12 days away, tensions have already risen; I know several people who’ve already made plans with their special someones, or have planned surprises for their targets. Some are already preparing booze to commemorate their victory/defeat(invite me pl0x). Others, like me, have done nothing to prepare and are pretty much panicking on what to do, who to get and how to do it.   What are YOU gonna do?

For those who don’t know the story, I’m basically torn between two women who kinda look like each other and another girl in one my classes who’se been a bit flirty recently. The first one have known me for 4 years and already knows that I’m a loveable jackass. The only reason I didn’t go for her was because I was already in a relationship when I met her; by the time I was single, my friend had already fallen for her and I to helped him as one of my “manoks”, but he gave up for unknown reasons.

 I’ve only met the other girl 4 weeks ago and I haven’t seen her since. I have FAILED my brothers and the bro-code twice that day by a.) telling her that my phone was busted when she asked for my number and didn’t get hers and b.) for talking to a fellow HS alumni instead of asking her out for lunch, only to find out that she’s gone when I looked back.  I have never stopped looking for her, to the point of getting scouts and pointmen to look for her. I’m obsessed. But it’s been so long, I’m not sure what she even looks like anymore. I think it’s a really bad case of one-itis. Did I mention that they could pass off as sisters? My dilema here is that if I go for one, does that mean I’m going for her coz she looks like the other? And if I fail, should I go for the other one coz they look alike? The chicken or the egg?

 obligatory fanservice image

A challenger appears, enter flirty classmate. Not the type I usually go for, both looks and attitude-wise but there’s something about her that entices me. The way she speaks with both confidence and mystery, the way she makes eyecontact and smiles when talking to you, the way she touches(shoulders, arms etc. don’t bee green minded pl0x) you playfully but you’d feel as if she’s transfering chi(you can feel the energy, like wtfsrsly). It’s weird, but I’m liking it so far.  I’ve never attempted to woo anyone like her before,  I’m not sure if I can even handle her. But it’s going to be very interesting if I decide to.

So here I am. Typing at wordpress instead of MSword. Fighting with myself on which path to cross. But three awesome chicks(Em, Kring and Nezie) have greatly influenced in making my decision. Fuck this, just charge in blindly like I always do!  Thanks, ladies! I owe each of you a cup of tea(or tequilla if I fail LOL).

PS. I’ve always celebrated Valentines by participating at the Love-a-palooza thingie. I’ve missed last year’s event since I was already at Dubai then, here’s to continuing the tradition!

PSPSPS. Screw the paper, I’ll just oggle at that cute chinese chick in my class with an AWESOME fashion sense. Tubetop over corporate attire + short skirt? SO HOT!

PSPSPS. FUCK It’s 3am! I need to wake up in 3hrs! FFFFFFFFFFF

There are some phrases, very short phrases that all men dread, a few little words that  if said by a woman will drive them into a state of calamity and panic; unable to eat, sleep or even fap! Phrases such as “We have to talk”, “I’m pregnant”, “I used to be a man” and the one that recently activated my good friend’s CODE RED: “Have I gained weight?” OH NO, SHE DIDN’T! HOSHIT!

Here’s how I usually handle it: I tell the truth. Yes, kiddies, I am a stupid brave man. My ROTC Corps Commander once quoted: “A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is braver five minutes longer.” 

If she didn’t gain, just tell them! She’d think that you’re just pulling her legs or being boleros, but you’re just being honest. If she did gain weight and it’s noticable, then just tell the truth! THEN RUN FOR COVER! But srsly, this might even motivate ’em to lose weight and you can help! Gym buddies! If you really can’t tell, just tell her that she sorta did, but she looks great anyway! This way, you’re still kinda being honest and they’d still be concious about it; they might be encouraged to become sexier. YUS!

 wait, wat? 

What I’d like to know is how YOU guys would handle this situation. SO! Here’s something for ya! A girl you really like(this applies to lesbians and bi-sexuals too. Yes, I’m looking at you, Joanne) suddenly asks you(yes, you!) this question: “tumaba ba ako?/have I gained weight?”. What would your answer be? I want your exact words! A scenario, even! I’m sure a lot of you have encountered similar situations, TELL YOUR STORY! I want to know!

For my female readers, I want to know how would you react to their answer/s. Would you doubt them? Think that their answer is based on how fast they can get you to take off your pants? Would you accept their poorly concieved lies as a form of self assurance? TELL YOUR STORY! I want to know as well!

On a completely unrelated note: I’m torn between the Nokia 5800 Xpress Music and the Sony Ericsson W980i. Halp me choose pl0x!

Let’s do the fuck, let’s do the first daaaaay fuck!

Hello, kiddies! I just want to take this opportunity to announce that I am once again a FRESHMAN! MWAHAHAHAHAHA! Hello po ate. Help me, I’m lost >:). But I’m sure you’ve already heard of the delightful news, especially if you’re a one-o-five or one-o-four friend since I’ve been shouting my one-o-eight-ness all day long. Ne, senpaaaaaais? 

So I’ve started my CSB life yesterday at the orientation. It’s nowhere as good as DLSU’s LPEP, but the facis(I’M OLDER THAN THEM LOL) were too very energetic and hospitable. But yeah, it’s pretty boring. I only attended in hopes of meeting a Korean chick; but alas, their Zerg hivemind detected my evil scheme and withrew their forces. So I was stuck there in a room full of strangers, most of them aren’t even in the same course. And unlike DLSU’s LPEP, they were very apathetic. My LPEP was wild and noisy because I had 4 LSGH batchmates who became my blockmates, the CSB orientation on the other hand was oh so quiet(except for the facis, who did their best to lighten up the mood) and even awkward at times.

After an ice breaker called Fusion(I love this game!), the group finally started to loosen up. But then we had to sit through speeches and videos about the Lasallian Core Values and all that jazz. Yayz, I get to learn the prayer and alma mater again! Then they showed us various vids, most of them were cool  and entertaining. Until they showed that crappy I’d rather be Green than be Blue vid made by my lower classmen 3 years ago for their music subject in high school. I should really stop comparing the sister schools lol. CSB has prettier chicks!

So the day was pretty much a disaster. Maybe because of an incident that involces a certain girl who looks like Cel Opaco who got away fromy my clutches FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF. But I got to meet some interesting people, won’t get lost in the campus anymore(but I’ll still pretend to anyway in hopes of meeting wimminz) and I at least know some of my MMA peers.

So the orientation was a flop, but the real term started today! Here is the list of BS FLOATING ABMMA subjects that I have for this term:

FLOATING GALORE!

I had a 7am class(Aerobics) today, I arrived 15mins late to see my blockmates(some of them are cute YUS!) leaving the Dance Room saying that the prof ditched us. FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU-

I woke up at 5am for NOTHING! So I said to myself “ok, pak dis..”. Being the responsible christian achiever that I am, I did the fuck, the first day fuck and didn’t attend the rest of my classes. GO ME! So yeah, my REAL first day will start tomorrow with a 3hr class(NATSCA1) about “ergonomics and anthropometrics”, lolwat? But I’m sure that I’ll be motivated to go tomorrow, the SDA bldg is full of chicks! Especially the Fashon Design chicks! YUS!

PS. The Benildian song thingie sucks. Srsly, change pl0x.

PSPS. I broke the diet again today. I’M SORRY FIEL! It’s only a quarter cup of rice and buffalo wings!

Hello kiddies, I’m baaaaaack! Sorta.

After a whole month of Defending the Ancients inactivity,

wait..

Okay, NOW I’m back! Sorta.

here’s a quickie post coz I need to sleep in 15mins coz I have  a FUCKING 7AM CLASS TOMORROW FFFFFFFFF:

So after oh so many years of “My New Year’s Resolution is not to have a New Year’s Resolution. I did it! YAYZ!”, I’ve finally made a few resolutions for two double o-nine. Coz  I realized that while two double-o eight was an awesome year(for parteh-ing and slacking off), I really didn’t do anything productive(like blogging or brushing my teeth) and I didn’t really learn anything useful/practical that’ll help me in the real world(like how to be an internet supahstar). I also got fat.

So here are my resolutions these year:

1. Learn. Something, anything, everything, as long as I get something out of it. Then APPLY that knowledge and be productive for once. This includes drawing(I am enrolled in Multimedia Arts and I can’t draw to save my life. SAVE ME PL0X!), Photography, Webapps, Languages and anything that I am interested to but was too lazy to do anything about.

2. Write MOAR. Apparently, some people think that I can come up with half-decent shit if I wasn’t so lazy. Those people have been known to be demented, sadistic and perverted, but they somehow convinced me to write moar so they can laugh at my misfortunes in life.

3. Be Smexy again. Through working out and a diet(that is driving me INSANE-er). I want my smexy 2005 bodeh and By Jupiter I shall have it back!

4. And World Peace. Bow. Thank You!

Up Next: DLS-CSB’s sucky Orientation and my EPIC PHAIL. Same blind time, same blind channel!

Found them Saturday afternoon while I was taking a bath, right next to my shaving cream. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

This blog is getting too weeaboo. I need something non-Japanese to write about. Give a random non-weeaboo topic and I’ll blog about it. Maybe.

prikitiw prikitiw prikitiw

 Wait, what?

I’ve learned a lot of things during my 20-something years here on this realm; how to eat ice cream using chopsticks, how to pretend to be a gurl in the interwebs, how to make glue and liquid paper smell like semen(add a curly hair for added effect) etc etc. And then there are things that I’ve learned on one of the finer things in life: Sexual Harassment.

I’m sure you’ve all experienced this before, as both  the harasser and harasee. Your dad’s freaky fratmate that likes to hug you.  That gay guy who somehow knows your phone number and home address. That friend with a rather large set of bewbage, just waiting for your elbow to squish in between them with full force, accidentally of course. Right. We’re all guilty of this, especially us guys. I was recently harassed by a chick and a not-so-chick, I would have returned the favor(to the chick) if we weren’t in the middle of a 7/11 store. This is pretty much why I’m making this post.

If you observe your surroundings, you’ll notice these things happen all the time! I see these happen almost daily; one in every five jeep rides, one in every three bus rides, and one in every four MRT/LRT rides and that’s just from my experience. The weird thing is that nobody usually does anything about it, including the harasee. Which is weird coz all the victim needs to do is to create a commotion and the harasser is dead meat. Of course, the harasser can always deny the allegations. I remember saying ”How daaare you accuse me of touching that flabby tush?” when I was reprimanded once. Of course, I got slapped; the end result was not expected at all, but that’s for another blog post.

You need to be aware for they can be skilled ninjas. I remember a time when I was lazily walking inside the Gokongwei bldg of DLSU-M when suddenly, someone who we will hide under the name Jess Malvin Chin, suddenly lept in and grabbed my entire crotch area while shouting “HELLO, RJ! I MISSED YOU!” Aaaaugh. The cruel sensation it gave me can only be described with this one word: Kryptonite. And in front of a group freshemen girls too. Damn, just damn. I still love you though, Jess. <3

I now regret buying that “Libre Hipo”(with an image of a hippo) shirt last month. I swear I’ll make that work on attractive women someday.

Here’s something most guys don’t know: Wimminz know that we do it on purpose. Shock and horror! Accident my big fat arse! Guys WILL go out of their way to even slightly touch the popular parts of a woman’s body if given an opportunity. And they will always make it look like it’s an accident. Guess what guise, they know. They just give us the benefit of the doubt that it really was accidental, most of the time. There’s also the lol drunk excuse, FYI: that doesn’t work either. So stop it. Here’s another thing most guys don’t know: Women do it too. Shocking? Not really. They can get away with it anyway, most of the time. And most guys won’t mind anyway. So it’s cool. Proceed ladies, proceed.

On the brighter side of things, this is actually a form of flirting. Someone from the opposite gender slapped your ass? Instead of being flabbergasted and being lolwut about it, slap them back!  Eye for an eye, cheek for a cheek. Sometimes you just have to man up and slap that tush. Big risks can bring bigger trouble, but they sometimes end with sexy results. Ohoho! I know someone who attacks women (“mO_Om” as he likes to call it) inside BBL buses when he goes home to Laguna. Lucky bastard always gets results.  Wait, did I just encourage you guys and gals to start slapping random butts? I think I just did. Awesome. This blog is bad and I should feel bad. 

I end this post with a quote from my old blog waaay back on ’06:

“My HARBL barely escaped being groped by a TRAP. Good thing I have a habit  of slapping any hand that approaches me. I have to thank Kebs for that. That wasn’t the case for the guy next to me though. Being the perverted bastard that he is, he welcomed the trap’s hands and they proceeded to ignite friction in the crowded train. I will never forget the look on his face when he tried to grasp the trap’s mamary glands and FOUND NOTHING.

Enjoy your aids, bitches.”

PS. If you see someone getting harassed, don’t be a jerk by looking the other way.  Do something about it. You might end up getting a new friend.

PSPS. I still can’t find my glasses FFFFFFFFFFF

The women are beautiful and the men are women. Varying degrees of want. Lots of pretty colors which happens to be passing cars and jeeps. I’m going to Galle this evening to buy this week’s comics. May the force be with you. And also with you. Amen.