PANGYA IS AWESOME AND LOLI AND SHIT.

Playing the US version.

I love mindless PSP games.

CASUAL GAMING >>> RPGs (but only because I have no time to play one)



In other news, our Japan trip will be delayed indefinitely. Still annoyed but at least I'll be there when it's a bit colder.

Hope it pushes through on October or November!

Yesterday I got my hair cut in one of those upscale yet relatively affordable hair salons scattered around in the metro. I printed out a picture of a style I wanted to have and the person agreed. I let her do whatever she did best since I already had the picture and she just had to copy it.

It looked pretty great after being blow dried so I proceeded to attend the party I was going to later that night.

After a few hours of lying down, jumping around, commuting and a shitload of pollution (because of commuting), I ended up with hair from the 80's! It was SHORT and BIG and WEIRD and POOFY without the aid of hairsprays. I also had matching thick bangs on my forehead to complete the look. Not only was it FUGLY, it made me look FAT (which I already am and I do not need my hair to emphasize that).

So yes, never mind Quarter-life crisis and confusion and all that dramu... MY HAIR IS AT STAKE HERE! D:

I'm not sure what I did wrong here. I did print out a picture clear enough for them to copy. Maybe it was the stylists gender? People always tell me that homosexuals are relatively better than females. I don't want to look "sexist" by asking for a gay stylist, plus it was my first time there so I didn't know anyone. The old stylist I had (from a relatively obscure salon near my area) moved out and I don't know where he went until I had my haircut. Apparently he moved in a salon nearer my area, WTH.

Maybe I should've asked for the head stylist? But are they, like, ultra-overpriced? I just want my hair like the one in the picture.

Coincidentaly, this stylist of mine is straight, btw.

I'm content with the bangs. I guess I'll just have to wait for it to grow. In the mean time, I'll be tying my hair back until I have it straightened next week.

That was a P200 waste of money and time. I miss my long hair :(

I must be incredibly boring now as I have no other topic of discussion other than myself.


As I make my way home from a forced office-cubicle eviction care of the "lights off" policy enforced in the office, I feel an insurmountable melancholy seeping through my system. It encumbers me from enjoying the eclectic Japanese rock music being blasted from my iPod. Worse of all, it seems to have absorbed all my energy to ward off thoughts of impending issues I have faced, I am dealing with and I will be facing with in the future. Contents of these issues, I'm sure you are all too familiar with as Quarter-life crisis rears its ugly head at me (to be discussed on a later post maybe?). I feel lonely, afraid and remorseful at the same time. My coffee-induced energy is doused by a wave of negative feelings and I think of these words:

I scrape a healing scab, a temporary protection to a festering fresh wound, with french-tipped nails and the blood escapes all too enthusiastically out of me.

And then I interrupt myself, Wait a minute, this is something some pathetic 18-year-old emo kid would write a song about! I didn't go though all that teenage angst and drama for nothing! I've got a pretty well-built general state (or what's left of it) to fight for.



I'm fighting as we speak.


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I decide that I am not ready for it yet; one that I have often ignored in the past and which now eludes me completely.

It will come when I am prepared for it.

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My Plan A suddenly gets a Plan B

No this is not related to the previous plan in which I stick a heart afterwards.

This one's a general state of things.

A is free. B is stable.

A is the ideal. B is practical.

A is the dream. B is reality.


There is so much to weigh, I don't think it can be simply measured by looking at it objectively.

My parents have been married for 27 years! Congrats to them :3

I have been sneezing consecutively as of late. I might have caught a cold while walking in the rain (more like drizzle) for two straight almost-midnights because I forgot my umbrella. That and I've been going home at 10pm since a few weeks ago.

Overtime better be worth it. I have a trip to save up for

What right do I have to review and suddenly like something that has been in existence for almost 40 years?

Actually I don't. I'm a newbie at the Trek-verse... although I vaguely remember Star Trek Generations (Jean Luc Picard FFFFF!!!) and Deep Space Nine from my early childhood days. American sci-fi for me was always STAR WARS and nothing else.

However, I'd have to say that the three Star Wars prequels pale in comparison to this latest movie. The newest Star Trek movie does not alienate the fresh fans (such as I) and at the same time manages to appease the most elitist of Trekkies. You don't have to be a rocket scientist to understand the plot and neither is it dumb down to simply killing aliens and shooting ships. Overall, there is something for everyone to enjoy.

Chris Pine as the rebellious and brilliant James T. Kirk is hilarious and lovable in his own right. Zachary Quinto is a brilliant Spock (having trained under the original Spock himself Leonard Nimoy). Was it just me or was anyone else waiting for him to slice off people's heads and steal their powers? XD

I want a sequel. Or even a trilogy. There is so much hidden potential in the movie that I'm sure they can cough up two more brilliant movies.

Four stars. Hopefully the misty eyed, die-hard Trekkies won't lynch me for not giving it a five. Long live and prosper.

I got a huge migraine in the middle of Star Trek, which is to say that I didn't enjoy the movie (more on that in a separate entry) but rather of my sensitivity to bright, flashing lights.

I don't know if I should sound gushy/sarcastic or simply gushy in my review. Words cannot express how wide I beamed throughout the entire film (except the part where I got a migraine and kind of threw up the hot dog and popcorn I ate).

Anyone know a good yoga place near my vicinity (Pasig/Markina area preferably). They said it was stress related. How can be I stressed if I like what I'm doing? :P

I fear because of the large fanbase, comprising mostly of people who are supposedly ripened by age, and the repercussions of the actions they might take if the little boxes in the Checklist of What STAR TREK Is will not be ticked.

The Star Trek fandom is huge. Huge is an understatement. We have over forty years of franchise and each decade, thousands of socially inept geeks, closet geeks, CEOs and Barack Obama are added to the numbers. And if these thousands, possibly millions, of present fans are not satisfied, we can very much prepare ourselves for the spam attack of the most pompous, elitist and juvenile kind. Mostly in forums, social networking sites and ...4chan.

Maybe I'm not that protective of it because I am not a fan. That and I'm now more open to any interpretation of previously done work such as comics or books. Plus, Zachary Quinto (Sylar of Heroes) is Spock. I am mildly amused by this.

This sounds very much like the fandoms I used to be a part of back in the days. I am content with earning my keep, watching a few series here and there and simply living.

The Real World ain't that bad. Although it would be awesome to have light sabers and the ability to bend time and space.

In lieu of my suddenly uninteresting life, I talk about random. But I always talk about random anyways; whether I've been drunk plurking (dlunking? plunking?? DRUNKING?!) or simply content with deluding myself in imaginary romances with sometimes real people.


I momentarily see what's showing on the television. Nothing related to boxing or the United States in it... oh wait a minute. It's Tobey McGwire looking extremely bleak despite his geeky exterior. Geeky Tobey is Spiderman. I am, for a split second, enthralled before quickly realising that it's that abominable Spiderman 3! I bite my thumb at it and go back to randomly surfing the internet.


Speaking of imaginary romances, has anyone else graduated from wanting to marry imaginary characters from books, comics, TV shows, etc.? An officemate and I had a recent (and very giggly) conversation about being disgustingly in-love with Kenshin Himura of Rourouni Kenshin. I know I did when Hugh Jackman and I decided to settle down in our white picket-fenced, two-storey house in the California suburbs along with our German Shepherd Kimber and our Siamese cat Momo-chan.



I've been cursed with daily migraines since (the last time I remember) high school Trigonometry class. I thought they'd go away once I busied myself with things I liked doing (like Art! or watching TV! or even sleeping at night! ). Apparently migraines aren't psychosomatic conditions like rashes or fever. They're actually real! And mine requires the constant depletion of my monthly wages. The old one I was taking (Zomig) costs Php228 a tablet. Luckily for me, the doctor prescribed new and cheaper medicine . Though it still doesn't remove the fact that I WILL VISIT JAPAN MY SISTER SOON AND POSSIBLY FOR FREE.



Oh cool we win. Go Philippines! ...or something.

I will watch Yes Man! later on. I've been wanting to watch it ever since it came out in the country. I couldn't because I traded 2 hours of it drunk plurking (dlunking? plunking?? DRUNKING?!) and deluding myself in imaginary romances with sometimes real people.

WATCH IT! HUGH JACKMAN IS PURE SEX!!! <3

Don't worry about the spoilers. Do read on.


( The entire film can be liked for two different reasons. )

Goodbye paid acccount. You have served me well.

Happy Birthday Kurapika!