O kay bilis ng panahon
Namalayan bang tapos na ang taon?
Mga ngiti't mga tawang
Pinagsamahan sa bawat oras
Kaya mo bang iwanan?
Kaya mo bang kalimutan?
Ang pagkakaibigan at pagmamahalan
Dulot ng bawat isa
Ng bawat araw na tayo ay magkasama
Hindi ko malilimutan ang ating samahan
Hindi ko tatalikuran ang ating pagkakaibigan
Hirap na nakamit
Sa bawat tawa nasusulit
Sa oras na ika'y bibigay
Kami sayo'y nakaalalay
Wag mong kalimutan
Wag mong talikuran
Ang pagkakaibigan at pagmamahalan
Dulot ng bawat isa
Ng bawat araw na tayo ay magkasama
Hindi ko malilimutan ang ating samahan
Hindi ko tatalikuran ang ating pagkakaibigan
...
Tayo ay magkakalayo
Sasabak na sa ibang mundo
At kung di mo na kakayanin
Kami'y nandito para ika'y akayin
Wag mong kalimutan
Wag mong talikuran
Ang pagkakaibigan at pagmamahalan
Dulot ng bawat isa
Ng bawat araw na tayo ay magkasama
Hindi ko malilimutan ang ating samahan
Hindi ko tatalikuran ang ating pagkakaibigan
GRAD SONG
- Russel ^__^
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
MY NAME IS...
Recently, my friend from Japan phoned me. She said she had come to the Philippines and will stay here for Christmas with some of her relatives. I knew Terumi Naitou back when she was a foreign exchange student in high school. We shared similar interests so we became friends.
I was her guide to the local culture. I was her confidante during her stay. I was her friend. Correction. I'm still her friend. Yes, even though, we haven't seen each other in two to three years, we've been keeping in touch with each other. Heh, I even remember when she sent me an original autographed DVD copy of Cutie Honey (w/c I almost sold in E-Bay but didn't because of the overwhelming sentimental value. I love you, Terumi hehehehe ^__^') and an advanced copy of FF-12(you're unberibaburyaaaaaaaaa!!).
Her family acknowledged me as one of her closest friends and, thus, giving me a name that meant I would be considered as part of their family. Right now, I'm still a bit teary-eyed because they deemed me special enough to be given such an honor.
They named me after Terumi's late grandfather, Naitou Hisamezawa, whom Rumi-chan was especially close to. I've only talked to her Oji-chama twice but I immediately saw that he was a remarkably guy. He even told me that the feeling was mutual, that he was glad I took good care of his granddaughter, that he talked to me and treated me like I was also his grandchild. Arigato, Jiji. Rest in peace.
So that's how I became a part of a family a thousand miles away. THat's how I became closer to Terumi and the rest of the Naitou household.
That was how I became Naitou Hisame.
Recently, my friend from Japan phoned me. She said she had come to the Philippines and will stay here for Christmas with some of her relatives. I knew Terumi Naitou back when she was a foreign exchange student in high school. We shared similar interests so we became friends.
I was her guide to the local culture. I was her confidante during her stay. I was her friend. Correction. I'm still her friend. Yes, even though, we haven't seen each other in two to three years, we've been keeping in touch with each other. Heh, I even remember when she sent me an original autographed DVD copy of Cutie Honey (w/c I almost sold in E-Bay but didn't because of the overwhelming sentimental value. I love you, Terumi hehehehe ^__^') and an advanced copy of FF-12(you're unberibaburyaaaaaaaaa!!).
Her family acknowledged me as one of her closest friends and, thus, giving me a name that meant I would be considered as part of their family. Right now, I'm still a bit teary-eyed because they deemed me special enough to be given such an honor.
They named me after Terumi's late grandfather, Naitou Hisamezawa, whom Rumi-chan was especially close to. I've only talked to her Oji-chama twice but I immediately saw that he was a remarkably guy. He even told me that the feeling was mutual, that he was glad I took good care of his granddaughter, that he talked to me and treated me like I was also his grandchild. Arigato, Jiji. Rest in peace.
So that's how I became a part of a family a thousand miles away. THat's how I became closer to Terumi and the rest of the Naitou household.
That was how I became Naitou Hisame.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
THE SHINDIG BEFORE CHRISTMAS
Woohoo! The LoL Part-ay was a blast. Everyone came in costume, the theme being Tim Burton's Nightmare Before Christmas. Everyone was dressed in either a depressing or a gothic lolita mood. Hehe, even Yaoi-cahn came as her gender and I came (dramatic pause) fully-clothed. I know, scary. At least the Prince of Tennis didn'y show up with hair.
The event was supposed to be a cross between Halloween and Christmas because the brigade wouldn't be able to throw part-ays on the proper dates. But even though the facade seemed a little unorthodox... inappropriate... weird even, but it was the most fun the brigade ever had together.
Of course, as one would expect, one can never put a party within a time frame, especially an LoL one. We all wanted more but sooner or later, it had to end. But by the end of the day, everyone was happy... and not drunk (drat)
Anyway, ?I have to go. I'll just fix this post later on.
P.S. by the way, the LoL now has a Second Impact, the new members being Banana (my son/daughter = sando), Unicorn (a "backfighter") and Ketch (Thank you for HARUKI MURAKAMI!!!!!!!!!!). Oh, we have a mascot now, but I'll leave that for the next post.
So, Ciao. ^_^
Fox Kiddo, Out!
Woohoo! The LoL Part-ay was a blast. Everyone came in costume, the theme being Tim Burton's Nightmare Before Christmas. Everyone was dressed in either a depressing or a gothic lolita mood. Hehe, even Yaoi-cahn came as her gender and I came (dramatic pause) fully-clothed. I know, scary. At least the Prince of Tennis didn'y show up with hair.
The event was supposed to be a cross between Halloween and Christmas because the brigade wouldn't be able to throw part-ays on the proper dates. But even though the facade seemed a little unorthodox... inappropriate... weird even, but it was the most fun the brigade ever had together.
Of course, as one would expect, one can never put a party within a time frame, especially an LoL one. We all wanted more but sooner or later, it had to end. But by the end of the day, everyone was happy... and not drunk (drat)
Anyway, ?I have to go. I'll just fix this post later on.
P.S. by the way, the LoL now has a Second Impact, the new members being Banana (my son/daughter = sando), Unicorn (a "backfighter") and Ketch (Thank you for HARUKI MURAKAMI!!!!!!!!!!). Oh, we have a mascot now, but I'll leave that for the next post.
So, Ciao. ^_^
Fox Kiddo, Out!
Friday, December 14, 2007
WORKS IN PROGRESS
Well, to break free from my usual crappy posts, I've decided to put up a list of WIP's I've been doing and hoping that I finish before the school year ends.
1) Draft of the LoL Book of Knowledge
- What's done so far:
- The History of LoL
- Basic character introduction (LoL: First Generation)
- What's still needed:
- Character Description
- Updates on First Generation
- Description for Second Impact
- The Analects (:P)
- LoL Quotable Quotes (Kapal ng mukha! Pinigpipilitan nya sarili nya sa kin!)
- LoL Chronology
- LoL Family Cycle
- Uh... Whatever else I forgot (Suggestions, LoL?)
2) Sprites for the LoL Video Game
* Spriting from scratch. Need help here, too. T_T
3) Plans for LoL Forum / Website (Whaaaat? It could happen)
4) LoL: the Graphic Novel (Yes, it's true!)
- What's done so far:
- Concept Art
- Episode Zero (60%) - a short installment involving a few key character intros and a precognition on future key events.
5) LoL fanfics
* Just one-shots. Most of which I'd like to keep private at the moment. And, yes, Yaoi-chan, some of them are lemon ^_^
Well, that's it for now. R&R, please.
Ciao. Fox Kiddo, out.
Well, to break free from my usual crappy posts, I've decided to put up a list of WIP's I've been doing and hoping that I finish before the school year ends.
1) Draft of the LoL Book of Knowledge
- What's done so far:
- The History of LoL
- Basic character introduction (LoL: First Generation)
- What's still needed:
- Character Description
- Updates on First Generation
- Description for Second Impact
- The Analects (:P)
- LoL Quotable Quotes (Kapal ng mukha! Pinigpipilitan nya sarili nya sa kin!)
- LoL Chronology
- LoL Family Cycle
- Uh... Whatever else I forgot (Suggestions, LoL?)
2) Sprites for the LoL Video Game
* Spriting from scratch. Need help here, too. T_T
3) Plans for LoL Forum / Website (Whaaaat? It could happen)
4) LoL: the Graphic Novel (Yes, it's true!)
- What's done so far:
- Concept Art
- Episode Zero (60%) - a short installment involving a few key character intros and a precognition on future key events.
5) LoL fanfics
* Just one-shots. Most of which I'd like to keep private at the moment. And, yes, Yaoi-chan, some of them are lemon ^_^
Well, that's it for now. R&R, please.
Ciao. Fox Kiddo, out.
MY GENTLEMAN POWERS
Geez!
Finally! An update!
Anyways, I've just recently discovered that there exists a device that can activate my gentleman powers. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, there exists such an instrument. It's like an anti-thesis for Kryptonite.
So, yeah, basically, I found out that Waha~'s glasses brings out my manly side.
I was really amazed at the moment I put on those spectacles that my voice deepened (M'lady...), my posture suddenly straightened, I've developed non-existent manners and ettiquette and I had a sudden urge to make new year resolutions.
It didn't exactly give me superhuman strength (Pfft! Yeah right...) or the ability to see through walls (We have windows for that), but, yeah, ain't that cool? It's a start.
So, yes, wish me good fortune as I take another step on becoming the world's manleh-iest, supah-est, full-groomed perfect gentleman. BWahahahaha.
...
I'm bored. I really need those glasses. -__-'
Geez!
Finally! An update!
Anyways, I've just recently discovered that there exists a device that can activate my gentleman powers. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, there exists such an instrument. It's like an anti-thesis for Kryptonite.
So, yeah, basically, I found out that Waha~'s glasses brings out my manly side.
I was really amazed at the moment I put on those spectacles that my voice deepened (M'lady...), my posture suddenly straightened, I've developed non-existent manners and ettiquette and I had a sudden urge to make new year resolutions.
It didn't exactly give me superhuman strength (Pfft! Yeah right...) or the ability to see through walls (We have windows for that), but, yeah, ain't that cool? It's a start.
So, yes, wish me good fortune as I take another step on becoming the world's manleh-iest, supah-est, full-groomed perfect gentleman. BWahahahaha.
...
I'm bored. I really need those glasses. -__-'
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS
Everyone wants something really cool this Christmas. Some want shiny new toys, good food, maybe even books. People want to have two-week vacations and parties and just hang out with friends.
Of course, I have my own shares of shallow materialistic desires. I've already filled five pages just for my wish list and still keep on going. But as I went on with the litany of my wants for the holidays, I find myself thinking whether this is really what I want for Christmas or not.
Sure, I'd like to have some new novels by Haruki Murakami, Neil Gaiman or Banana Yamamoto under my nose, a new USB PS-pad for my MUGEN, some new anime on DVD to watch or maybe even just new plushies or action figures to play with. Heck, I'd even like to put the cherry on top and say I want world peace (I know: rip-off). But everything boils down to that one cliche that I never can seem to blow-off as sentimental corny crap: All I want for Christmas is you.
Yeah, yeah, so hackneyed, been said to many times that it has lost all meaning, or just plain corny, I don't care. Nothing would make me happier this holiday season than to spend it with you. But of course, one doesn't get this kind of gifts without working hard for it.
So, maybe, if I work out the guts for it, I'd be able to tell you how I really feel. I'd be able to tell you who I really am. I'd be able to say who you are to me. If I'm lucky and if you'd let me, I'd be able to give you a feeling I've been brooding on for the past few months. And maybe, just maybe, but hopefully, please let it be true, that this coming Christmas, maybe even underneath some mistletoe, I'd be able to tell you that all i really want for Christmas.... is you.
Seasons greetings, Milky. I hope you know that I'm talking to you.
^_^
Everyone wants something really cool this Christmas. Some want shiny new toys, good food, maybe even books. People want to have two-week vacations and parties and just hang out with friends.
Of course, I have my own shares of shallow materialistic desires. I've already filled five pages just for my wish list and still keep on going. But as I went on with the litany of my wants for the holidays, I find myself thinking whether this is really what I want for Christmas or not.
Sure, I'd like to have some new novels by Haruki Murakami, Neil Gaiman or Banana Yamamoto under my nose, a new USB PS-pad for my MUGEN, some new anime on DVD to watch or maybe even just new plushies or action figures to play with. Heck, I'd even like to put the cherry on top and say I want world peace (I know: rip-off). But everything boils down to that one cliche that I never can seem to blow-off as sentimental corny crap: All I want for Christmas is you.
Yeah, yeah, so hackneyed, been said to many times that it has lost all meaning, or just plain corny, I don't care. Nothing would make me happier this holiday season than to spend it with you. But of course, one doesn't get this kind of gifts without working hard for it.
So, maybe, if I work out the guts for it, I'd be able to tell you how I really feel. I'd be able to tell you who I really am. I'd be able to say who you are to me. If I'm lucky and if you'd let me, I'd be able to give you a feeling I've been brooding on for the past few months. And maybe, just maybe, but hopefully, please let it be true, that this coming Christmas, maybe even underneath some mistletoe, I'd be able to tell you that all i really want for Christmas.... is you.
Seasons greetings, Milky. I hope you know that I'm talking to you.
^_^
Monday, November 26, 2007
I AM FROM THE FUTURE
This is for my friends who are still in high school who are wondering what a serious life in college is like.
Everything here is twenty years in the future. Everyone wears shiny plastic suits that don't breath. There are cars that hover and people here no longer talk to each other. We just read each others thoguhts using our latent-developed psychic powers of telepathy from our overgrown frontal lobes.
Movies now come in surround-smell and mutant weiner dogs have taken over politics.
Seriously, the reason for this is the international dateline. Frickin obese Santa Claus tripped over it. That's why Rudolph's nose is so red.
Hahahaha. Behold my futuristic prowess and gentlemanly abilities... of the future.
College isn't really all that bad. You'll only always get the feeling like you've performed a lot of effort but it never gets you anywhere (like a threadmill) but that's part of the cycle. It teaches you that life isn't supposed to be fair and it's a universal law that everyone's better than you.
Oh right, I'm supposed to inspire you. Well, the sad truth is that it is the truth. What you can do about it is to teach yourself that you can break free from the sad sad things college can do to you (besides educate you painfully whether you like it or not... more of the not. The future is bright for you and is really seriously what you make out of it.
So yeah, good luck when you get here. The future is bright for you.
And is twenty-years away.... Good Luck.
This is for my friends who are still in high school who are wondering what a serious life in college is like.
Everything here is twenty years in the future. Everyone wears shiny plastic suits that don't breath. There are cars that hover and people here no longer talk to each other. We just read each others thoguhts using our latent-developed psychic powers of telepathy from our overgrown frontal lobes.
Movies now come in surround-smell and mutant weiner dogs have taken over politics.
Seriously, the reason for this is the international dateline. Frickin obese Santa Claus tripped over it. That's why Rudolph's nose is so red.
Hahahaha. Behold my futuristic prowess and gentlemanly abilities... of the future.
College isn't really all that bad. You'll only always get the feeling like you've performed a lot of effort but it never gets you anywhere (like a threadmill) but that's part of the cycle. It teaches you that life isn't supposed to be fair and it's a universal law that everyone's better than you.
Oh right, I'm supposed to inspire you. Well, the sad truth is that it is the truth. What you can do about it is to teach yourself that you can break free from the sad sad things college can do to you (besides educate you painfully whether you like it or not... more of the not. The future is bright for you and is really seriously what you make out of it.
So yeah, good luck when you get here. The future is bright for you.
And is twenty-years away.... Good Luck.
Friday, November 23, 2007
THE PERFECT GENTLEMAN
Lately, I've been having the urge to make a change. Something that was sort of like a resolution. I mean, it would be for the better, right? I could turn a new leaf, refresh my image. So, I decided to try to become a full-groomed gentleman.
Don't laugh. All the people I've told about it has done that already. I guess I can't be taken too seriously. Sometimes, it's not that great to have a reputation.
So what really triggered this impulsive quest, you say? Well, it all began when I had this friendly date with a girl from my old school. We were at the mall and she said that nature called and wanted to "leave a message". So, she made me hold her very girly handbag and stand by the comfort room entrance. A couple of moments later, two girls came out and the following conversation ensued:
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(Disclaimer: The following dialogue has been cropped to fit my purposes)
Girl 1: Hey Girl 2, look at the guy. He's carrying his girl's handbag for her. Such a gentleman.
Girl 2: Yeah Girl 1. It's so rare to see guys like that. It's such a turn-on.
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Hmm...
Since I figured (using a very fallacious method of hasty generalization which WILL NOT matter to me or you readers >_< ) that this "gentleman" facade has such a positive impact on people, especially the ladies, why not give it a shot and go for broke?
So, laugh if you must, but I'm determined to give myself a new image. Of course, I'm not gonna change completely from the goofy klutz of a clown that everyone has come to know and love (well... sort of), but it would be nice to give a little more depth to Fox Kiddo.
Hehehehe.
After all, it's better safe than never.
Fox Kiddo, out. ^_^
Lately, I've been having the urge to make a change. Something that was sort of like a resolution. I mean, it would be for the better, right? I could turn a new leaf, refresh my image. So, I decided to try to become a full-groomed gentleman.
Don't laugh. All the people I've told about it has done that already. I guess I can't be taken too seriously. Sometimes, it's not that great to have a reputation.
So what really triggered this impulsive quest, you say? Well, it all began when I had this friendly date with a girl from my old school. We were at the mall and she said that nature called and wanted to "leave a message". So, she made me hold her very girly handbag and stand by the comfort room entrance. A couple of moments later, two girls came out and the following conversation ensued:
*********************************************************************************
(Disclaimer: The following dialogue has been cropped to fit my purposes)
Girl 1: Hey Girl 2, look at the guy. He's carrying his girl's handbag for her. Such a gentleman.
Girl 2: Yeah Girl 1. It's so rare to see guys like that. It's such a turn-on.
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Hmm...
Since I figured (using a very fallacious method of hasty generalization which WILL NOT matter to me or you readers >_< ) that this "gentleman" facade has such a positive impact on people, especially the ladies, why not give it a shot and go for broke?
So, laugh if you must, but I'm determined to give myself a new image. Of course, I'm not gonna change completely from the goofy klutz of a clown that everyone has come to know and love (well... sort of), but it would be nice to give a little more depth to Fox Kiddo.
Hehehehe.
After all, it's better safe than never.
Fox Kiddo, out. ^_^
Saturday, November 10, 2007
DEATH NOTE
Recently, the Prince of Tennis told me Memento Mori. To those who don't speak Latin, Memento Mori more or less translates to "Remember you will die".
That made me wonder. Of all the things to say, why would he tell me this particular aphorism? Why would I want to think about it? Why would he want me to think about it?
Remember you will die.
Everybody will die, of course, sooner or later. Barney will die, bikini fry-cooks will die, even cockroaches will die, and you and I will die. There might even be a person right now who will die in a few seconds all because of a mistake.
Basically, everyone will die, but very few people want to be reminded of that fact. Maybe it's to tell them that you have to be ready for it, a sort of appeal to live your life to the fullest so that you wouldn't feel that much wasted if ever you'd pass away untimely. Maybe it's to tell you that you should review your own life and try to find a straighter path to walk on.
Whatever the Prince of Tennis' reasons for telling me this, the thought of being reminded of death makes one think deeply about one's life.
If ever I am to die, I would've made sure I'd have lived and appreciated every aspect of my life. I would've died knowing that life was short, but not short enough for me to forget living it happily. Now that I think about it, I would've died knowing that there was someone who reminded me that I will die and I need to prepare for i, someone who reminded me that I cannot just go around, flaunting my life and youth with the plastic air of being immortal or untouchable, someone who reminded
me that I am human.
So thank you, Prince of Tennis. Know that this isn't sarcasm and that the gesture was well recieved and appreciated. Thank you for reminding me that I will die.
Recently, the Prince of Tennis told me Memento Mori. To those who don't speak Latin, Memento Mori more or less translates to "Remember you will die".
That made me wonder. Of all the things to say, why would he tell me this particular aphorism? Why would I want to think about it? Why would he want me to think about it?
Remember you will die.
Everybody will die, of course, sooner or later. Barney will die, bikini fry-cooks will die, even cockroaches will die, and you and I will die. There might even be a person right now who will die in a few seconds all because of a mistake.
Basically, everyone will die, but very few people want to be reminded of that fact. Maybe it's to tell them that you have to be ready for it, a sort of appeal to live your life to the fullest so that you wouldn't feel that much wasted if ever you'd pass away untimely. Maybe it's to tell you that you should review your own life and try to find a straighter path to walk on.
Whatever the Prince of Tennis' reasons for telling me this, the thought of being reminded of death makes one think deeply about one's life.
If ever I am to die, I would've made sure I'd have lived and appreciated every aspect of my life. I would've died knowing that life was short, but not short enough for me to forget living it happily. Now that I think about it, I would've died knowing that there was someone who reminded me that I will die and I need to prepare for i, someone who reminded me that I cannot just go around, flaunting my life and youth with the plastic air of being immortal or untouchable, someone who reminded
me that I am human.
So thank you, Prince of Tennis. Know that this isn't sarcasm and that the gesture was well recieved and appreciated. Thank you for reminding me that I will die.
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