waiting for the sun to rise, the moon to set, and my love to bloom again

I admit, I screwed up a lot of times, and made judgment calls that hurt people.  Some of these consequences hurt only for a little while; others have lasted for a long period of time.  I've made mistakes in the past and present, and I'll probably make some mistakes in the future as well.

I'll stop beating around the bush and say it: I'm sorry I fucked up.  I'm sorry I hurt you.  I made that decision, that choice, thinking that it would result in the best for all concerns.  I was carefree, careless, and very fool-ish (in both contextual meanings of the term).

And I'm sorry.  I really am.  And I hope that you can forgive me for it.

(As a rapper would say, this goes out to everyone I've hurt with my decision making.  I apologize for the brevity of this statement, but don't know how else to put these feelings into words.)

That's it.

This egg needs clicking and seeing. :P Pweash?

LUG just called.

And I may report for an interview tomorrow, when the call comes in.

5 hours ago, I thought today was just another day.

Woot.




(I think the news is taking its sweet time to hit my brain.)







(Very, very sweet time.)

If you have a friend or family member who works at Standard and Charter Philippines as an Outbound Sales Rep, Customer Service Rep, or any similar line of work, please tell them the following:

Avoid calling the client listed under the name ELLEN M. YANG at the number 0916-3157148 in any way possible, as long as the purpose of the call is purely for promotional services only.

The reason why I'm saying this is that the above number is no longer Mrs. Yang's, but mine.  I have repeatedly requested S&C representatives who call my number to append that fact to the client file they possess, but apparently they don't know what the term "append" or "add" mean in the English language.  So, if I can't get them to stop by being nice, then I have no choice but to lambast them the next time they call my phone in the most spontaneous, insulting manner possible - while attempting to enlighten them in a manner that most insane Marauders (are there any sane ones?) would appreciate, if not applaud.

That, or be forwarded to their supervisor.  Whichever comes first.

I'm considering starting an RPG LJ. 

Considering, mind.

All women are beautiful, as long as they genuinely smile.

http://www.goldencompassmovie.com/?110149

A ladybug.

Yeah, I can name a whole lot of people who're laughing their butts off right now.

One more stupid thing about my graduation, and I swear, I will cancel everything.

Dammit.

Do you have dreams that are a bit vivid, contain lots of details, yet leave you utterly drained when you wake up?

I hate that, but it happens. What I hate more is the fact that I can't remember all the details.

Damn head.

http://www.white-wolf.com/scion/

DAAAAAAAAMMMMIIIT.

So, here's a qustion: who among you would buy a necklace that lists your preferred date of death and manner of death?

Morbid, yes; but then again, so are wills, when you stop to think about it.

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College Saga is funny, but if you don't know FF, you might not get it.

I signed up for http://www.nanowrimo.org this year. XD But..

I have things to do first!

1) Top-Secret RF Document #1!
2) Top-Secret RF Document #2!
3) My NaNoWriMo Novel...which I will start by November 6!

Working title: Nothing yet. XD Whatta title.

do not exist. Mwahahahaha.

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Anywho, summer is the usual grab-bag of ... stuffing.

Game-wise, I'm close to unlocking the skills that I need. Or something to that effect.

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Did I forget to mention something?

De nada.

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So, I was thinking of randomly rambling about something.

And then I realized that I couldn't.

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Disregard the last two ... uh, statements. It's not just done coherently.

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Greetz and a happy day to everyone one my friend's list!

Uhhh - huh. Right.

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What type of Fae are you?

Uh huh.

so how do you sing a song of comfort
a sad song of home
of wings and shattered dreams
of tortured shrieks and moans?

how do you sing a song of mayhem
of justice and righteousness denied?
how do you softly whisper the words
to the one who murdered your pride?

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above poem is nothing. really.

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coping with jealousy is one thing. coping with jealousy and stubborness is another. and coping with a hyperactive pikachu ... well, dont try it.

Edit:
LJ is bugging me about keeping my password as a gooblygooky soup of numbers and letter. yet how many people know my password, or realize that my password can be found in the bible? (hint: repeat the mineral that the woman who looked at sodom turned into three times. that aint it, sucker.)

sois.

DAMN IT ALL.

I've been bitten by the High and Mighty COLOR bug.

MUST...GET...ALBUM...COPY...AAAAAGGHHHH...

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VB class in 28 minutes...27...

where can I get broody, war-oriented blog templates?

please let me know.

While I'm typing this, I feel lame.

Woot.

I suddenly remember an old post, whose URL i shall not care to reprint because (say it with me!) I'm lazy. Yeah. And a bastard. So woot and all that.

Today's post is all about respect, lack of it, and gigantic pokemon that rape your ass. I'm kidding, btw, on the last part. Pikachu is still cuddly cute for me.

A little background: I'm currently playing an MMORPG called Rising Force Online. Needless to say, its my first, having "graduated" from DOTA, TD, Quake 4 (with cheats!), and Act of War and Dawn of War. Now, I originally had no intention of joining RF at all, since it seemed to be a huge money sink (okay, it is). And I wanted to play WC3 once it hit the Philippines, since it seemed way cooler (yes, it is). Who cared about the fact that it would eat more money than I had? I didn't.

Then I saw an in-game event called the Chip War. And so, I realized that the people who largely play RF at the shop I frequent are members of a hopeless faction, I decided to give it a shot. Yay me.

During the course of the game, I was honored to become one of the founding members of a guild. Now, some people may say its not worth much attention and so on and so forth, but for me, mr. wet-behind-the-ears-noob, it was great. It felt great.

Up till last week, that is. (Yes, I'm typing with events on super-duperized fast forward. Could be worse.)

So now the guild I helped establish is (AGAIN) falling apart, due to several prominent members leaving without a by-your-leave. And then why say, "Oh, its just for a while, we meant no disrespect" and all that paper-thin excuse stuff.

Woot.

So here I am, typing away because I don't want to throw the guild away, yet wondering if its worth it to do shit on someone. I dont know at the moment, and I'm glad that I got my Accounting BS for tomorrow all done. (Hooray for national emergencies, and may they shoot the protesters in the kneecaps with rubber bullets at pointblank range, then shower them with hallucinogens and alcohol!)

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In other news, I made a submission to the Fully Booked writing contest. I really hope I win something.

First off, I'm grumpy. Apparently, some people think I'm frigging decoration in the guild, or at least thats what I'm given to understand. So its supposed to be okay if people leave, bitch, or do crazy shit in the guild, because my opinion apparently doesnt fucking matter.

Ayus.

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Second, I'm still half thinking about joining the Fully Booked contest. The requirement is approximately no more (?) thatn 7k words, and I should be capable of doing that before Monday next week, well in time for submitting it.

Woot.

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Still working on the letter Silver...unless you'd like a letter from the Witch-King's mount that starts with "Yo hot momma"...

Silver wants a letter from the Witch-King. Hmmm.

*thinky*

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Anyone not likey the new layouterz? ^_^