Classroom Conversations - Chapter 2; Eksena Keng DevRed
Warning: There are parts in this blog entry which may be mildly offensive to some readers. In other words, “SCRAM, KIDS!”.
Other than that, enjoy!
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EKSENA KENG DEVRED
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Once upon a time keng DevRed class, a couple dialogue boxes appeared into existence…
Mayi: Hosh, patext.
Hoshi: Huh.
Mayi: Ay, paSEKS. Horhor.
Hoshi: (excited) Ay suuuuuuuureeeeeee. XD *tapal cellphone*
Mayi: *text text text text*
Hoshi: blablablablabla
Mayi: Oy, ot failed ya?
Hoshi: …
Mayi: …
Hoshi: Ala kung load.
Mayi: …
Hoshi: …
Mayi: I hate you…
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DevRed - Developmental Reading is a subject on grammar, vocabulary, reading comprehension, and ABC. This course is most appropriate for elementary level students. Yes, we is stoopids.
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For those who may be quite confused as to why they couldn’t understand a number of words and phrases from this entry; I almost forgot to remind everyone, I wrote this one in Kapampangan (this is the language we speak here in Pampanga. Note that this is not a vernacular, rather, it is one of the major languages in the Philippines) language.
I guess now it’s safe to say that this entry isn’t exactly reader-friendly. 
Code Geese
Warning: My vocabulary and writing style in this entry may be criticized as ‘very poor’ due to my state of sleepiness, and brain malfunctioning which appears to have no causes whatsoever.
Burogu enturiiiiii!
Just for the sake of updating and sharing this Code Geass-related dream I had last night. Or was that last two nights? I don’t really remember. And who cares?
ANYWAY!
So, I enter this anime convention at some kind of hall (you know, where they usually hold these kinds of events) and somehow start playing one-on-one volleyball against some girl with giant boobs. Seriously. No, really, do I happen to have an alter ego who happens to have some kind of fetish for pretty girls who happen to have huge boobs? Honestly, I don’t even know FTWhy that was in my brain in the first place. And why the hell volleyball? I don’t even play sports!
Moving on, girl mentioned lost the game, cause, honestly, she just sucked at the sport. She can barely hit the ball! Her losing ended the game and I got to hang wit mah anime-enthusiastic frandssszz. Foshizzle. These anime-enthusiastic friends of mine (whom I actually don’t know in real life) and I decided to have some unadulterated fun and relaxation at a table (that appeared out of nowhere) inside the convention venue. As we all took our places, a familiar figure neared our group.
It was… tan tan tanananan… Lelouch Lamperouge! Or vi Britannia. Whichever you may or may not prefer.
He walked to the head of the table and took the empty seat there. Just like that. ZOMG, isn’t it?
But, alas, I haven’t even gotten to the most ZOMGing part of it all!
The ZOMGest part of this whole dream is the fact that…
…Lelouch…
…spoke in…
Kapampangan!
AHHHH LIEK AHHH ZOMGGGGGGGGGGGGG AAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It’s not over yet, though.
The group got bored so I suggested for all of us to sing a song from any anime we knew. So we sang Hare Hare Yukai from The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi in unison. But then I remembered the fact that we had a ‘visitor’ at the moment and maybe he’d want to hear something from the anime he’s in (it’s so weird to say that).
Thus I was like, “Oy kanta taya itang ketang anime na! ^^ (translation: Hey, let’s sing something from the anime he’s in! ^^)“. That imposed, we all sang Colors by Flow from Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion R1. It was so HARMonious to anyonewhohappenedtopassby’s eardrums! ACKB#$U @(*ZF%@(H)NB-
Then Lelouch was like, “Awa tatandanan ke yan… ketang yang anime na gewa mi dati. (translation: Yeah, I remember that one… from the anime we were producing before.)“.
I remember my reaction upon recalling this when I awoke that morning. It looked so much like this: O_______________________________O
“Itang Code Geass, diba? (translation: Code Geass, right?)“, I casually asked.
[kōd gi-as]
He looked at me, and like what he was about to say was the most normal thing in the world, he replied, “Ali, Code Geass (translation: No, Code Geass.)“.
[kōd gees]
Code… Geese.
Uh… uhm… ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. 
With that, I awoke–in utter abruptness, heavily panting, sweating, a bit palpitating, and emotionally scarred for the rest of my existence.
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Hail Code Geese!
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Trivial nonsense: I’m writing this whilst listening to Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It) by Beyoncé. OHH YYYEEYYYSSSS.
Anime | Comment (0)Sayonara, Dattebayo!
Since Dattebayo stopped subbing by episode 91, I couldn’t decide which Naruto Shippuuden fansubbings are best to download. I have no idea which fansubs can rival DB’s (of whom even said “Unfortunately, DB was the only English group that was up to date with Naruto Shippuuden releases. At this time, there are no other options.”).
But, ah, second-best will have to do at this time. So does anyone know what this second-best fansubbing organization is? HorribleSubs? Taka? AnimeBento? KGSubs?
Help is always appreciated. 
Classroom Conversations - Chapter 1; Exploring Doratories
From this day forward, I shall be writing/recoding and putting pieces of events together of my life at my current college. Sort of a ‘class journal’; just for sheer fun and humor.
Oh you know you care.
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Chapter 1; Exploring Doratories
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One fine day, a very boring class called General Sociology popped into the epitome of existence.
What’s that? You don’t know what ‘a very boring class called General Sociology’ looks like, you say?
:insert audience nods here:
Oh, my warthoggyhog! Have you been living in a cave?
:insert cicada noises here:
Well, since I’m ever so generous (no I don’t simply want to rant!), I shall provide for you a verbal illustration, a very verbal illustration. So read well, little angels.
Have you ever heard of… Dora the Explorer?
Oh, riff-raff! I’m sure as day that you have.
I’d like you to picture her after 9824598017 years of aging, with still the same features as hairstyle, complexion, and creepy smile. And oh, wearing a pair of glasses bought from directly from the far away land of Loserville for a dollar (buy now and get 37 free) and the standard teachers’ uniform from our school.
That done, place this funny-looking monster (of which you have pictured in your head, btw. ack) at the very front of inside the classroom. And oh, it talks. A fucking lot. SLOOOOWWWWWLLLAAAAAHHHHHYYYYYY.
That done as well, picture, maybe, around 50 middle-class type, wooden school-chairs (with attached desks) and pop a student, here and there, in random seats, with some of them grouped and some, scattered. And since our whole school is generally mid-class, I guess you’re going to have to imagine most things you find as mid-class.
Now…
Let the boredom initiate!
Mayie, of who is totally my bitch by the way, got tired of the tiny saliva spits (courtesy of Dora the Walking Talking) ever constantly showered on her face and decided to pass notes with yours truly. At least, I think so.
Point is, I saw her look at me, mumble some words I couldn’t quite get, roll her eyes at me not getting what she was trying to say, rip a piece of paper out of nowhere (yes, she is quite the magician), and scribble on it with a pen that looked suspiciously like my missing one.
Ignoring her, I turned my attention to what the so-called teacher was saying. I thought, ‘Fine, just this time, I’ll listen. A little. Maybe.’
BUT! The trusty imagination gears in my brain clinked otherwise.
No, seriously, I saw a huge-ass grand piano fall through the roof and hit the babbling baboon herself right on the brains. IT WAS SO FERKING KEWL! The piano had metal spikes underneath, by the way. And explosive clay.
(Hey, that rhymed! XD)
Hey I’m being honest here! I most certainly DID NOT imagine that on intention. Honest! Peksman! CROSS MY HEART, HOPE TO DIE!
But, ah, it felt sooooooooooo darned good. I might just do it again..
When, as convenient as it was, a small piece of paper was shoved onto my desk like a bat out of hell. Understanding it was from Mayie, of who is totally my bitch by the way (sorry I can’t help it); I took it immediately and read it with utmost interest.
Shall I read it to you?
Aw, shucks. Fiiiiiiineeeeeeee.
It read:
dang, edi kasi I Mikel kitang na nung pilan la reng teeth tamo, 32 diba? sbi na kano “feeling ko kang maam ali lamu 32” hahaha
(Translation:
Dang, so Mikel asked Ma’am how many teeth we have all in all, 32, right? Then he said, “I have a feeling It’s not just 32 for Ma’am..” Hahaha!)
Hah! Hahaha!
Frankly, I didn’t get it.
Being the dimwit that I am, I decline to think and try to comprehend the previous statement and ask Mayie, herself, how she found this funny or interesting at all. Then she told me to watch Dora-evolved’s mouth/teeth and see; witness the crime unpaid with my own eyes.
And, BY JOVE!
If I counted right, those looked like they could reach a whopping number of fifty! FIFTY! FTW!
It was like the person up there who designed her had a bunch of extra teeth so, unfortunate for her, he poured heaping permanent glue on them and shoved ‘em randomly into her mouth.
Ahck.
I feel terribly thankful for not being unlucky. Or at least for having caring parents who work their fat asses off to pay for my dentals. Thankful, I tell you, THANKFUL!
So anyway, I finally got my guts in place from all the hysterical laughing and, at the same time, grotesque gagging and wrote back.
eku neman pagnasan asbuk ne! eww. kadal kuna a-imagine ways to die na!
1. Atin lungub tiger keng rum kayi kanan ne lupa i ma’am.
2. Atin datang madakal a ninja kayi magstampede la over mam.
3. matisud ya kayi mapukpuk ya lupa keng board thus breaking her glasses na tumarak keng mata na. BOTH EYES.
4. itang gm ku, remember? (I GMed how I saw the piano fall on her. Lulz)
5. Apangan ne itang chalk kayi mag choke ya to death.
6. magasthma ya dahil ‘marimla’ (innuendo right there, yeah?) kayi mandam yang inhaler, na ali ku biye, then magasthma ya to death.
7. atin dumalan na blade over our head, na uling makalukluk tamu, ali tamu maturan, i mam mu.
(Translation:
It’s not like I lust for her mouth to notice that! Eww. I’ve imagined so many ways-to-die for her already!
1. A tiger comes into the room and eats Ma’am’s face off.
2. A large number of ninjas stampede over Ma’am.
3. She trips and hits her face on the board thus breaking her glasses which stab into her eye. BOTH EYES.
4. My GM, remember?
5. She eats the chalk she is holding and chokes to death.
6. She has asthma because of the ‘cold’ and asks for an inhaler, which I won’t lend, then she asthmas to death.
7. A huge-ass blade swishes right over our heads, and since we are sitting down, it won’t get to touch us, just Ma’am.)
Also trying to keep her insides in place from hysterical laughing, she tried her best to write back, all the while giggling like a maniac, since she was such a good, good friend.
wahaha! the best ya itang makashade! (she seemed to have shaded the first line with bright, green, Stabillo highlighter) dang ali ku apigilan, mayli kung masikan! AS IN! ali naman ibig sabihin apansin mi ita, pagnasan miya asbuk. check this out: what if habang magsalita ya ayakmul ne ing ipan na then magseizure ya dahil keta. then pinulayi tamu, kilung taya keng room Like nothing tragic is happening. tapos atin cowboy na dinatang tinali ne keng bull, tapos mepatanan yang cactus (giant cactus) and blue whale! hahahaha.
(Translation:
Wahaha! The line shaded is the best! Dang, I can’t help it, I’ll laugh out loud! AS IN! Just because we noticed that doesn’t mean we found her mouth attractive. Check this out: what if she swallows her teeth while she is talking and has seizure because of it, then we run, lock her inside the room like nothing tragic is happening. Then a cowboy who came tied her to a bull, and then she gets squished by a cactus (giant cactus) and a blue whale! Hahahaha.)
Now, tell me, honestly, isn’t that just weird? No, really. That is pretty damn weird, right?
It is.
Dana kaweirduhan! Haha. Buri ku magadgad ya lupa keng cactus. As in ali mune akilala! YEAH!!!
btw, apanaginipan ke I Deidara. ala lang.
Dang buri kung drawing detang ways to die na! drawing mula pen!
(Translation:
Son of a, that’s fucking weird! Haha. I want her face to grind gorishly hard into the cactus. You won’t be able to recognize her! YEAH!!!
By the way, I dreamt about Deidara. Just saying.
Dang, I want to draw those ways-to-die! You make a drawing!)
And with that, time flied so fleeting fast, we didn’t even notice class was already over when Mayie finished her perfectly BEAUTIFUL works of dynamic art!
You want see? Let me show you them, un.
ARONT THEY PRETTYFULS?
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FIN
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So that’s the end of that. Pleasantries, everyone.
No, she didn’t actually die… not… yet, anyway.
Kenryouku
I killed today. There were so many of them. Really, it was like a festival! Only everyone was dead, corpses were scattered everywhere. I’m sorry, father; I couldn’t resist. I’m sorry, mother; I loved you, I swear. I’m sorry, elder brother; I never meant to attempt to kill you. I’m sorry, little sister; I don’t know where all your money disappeared to, honest!
Okay… that was weird.
Anyway!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto… or.. do I?
Happy reading!
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Kenryouku = Influence.
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Stomp stomp stomp.
“AAARGH!”
Crash.
“Hn.”
BOOM.
It was all so nostalgic.
A Chidori in one’s hand, and a Rasengan in the other’s. Minus the mutated body parts, it all looked so familiar.
Naruto panted heavily, fatigue and pain from being beaten all over finally starting to creep in like a spider on its web. Both their jutsu diminished almost instantly from their hands. “Heh.” Pant pant pant. “I beat you this time, teme.” He bragged, managing a tired yet strong grin.
“I don’t think so…” Sasuke was panting as well, almost mirroring his opponent’s said actions. “..dobe.” Both of them.
Sasuke smiled. He watched Naruto slowly closing his already heavy-lidded eyes all the while falling unconscious to the ground with a heavy thud. Face first.
And Sasuke, well, Sasuke was not like the dobe. Tch, of course not! Sasuke fell, but only to his knees. He will not soil his pride and fall asleep to the ground like the idiot beside him. Feeling heavier by the millisecond, he resorted to fall on all fours.
But, oh, how sweet it looked to slumber right then and there.
All it took was a right arm down.
A left leg stretch.
Sasuke lay on the ground, slowly falling unconscious as well. Drifting into deep, undisturbed sleep beside his rival.
Just for today, he would soil his pride. Just this once.
Oh what frighteningly powerful influence the Kyuubi Jinchuuriki had on him.
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Well this certainly hasn’t turned out like I thought. It was supposedly a scene for Den-en No Sakura and turned out to be a SasuNaru moment. Teehee. I guess I couldn’t resist the urge to fluff up their scenes. XD
Watch what?
Out of extreme boredom, I write this Naruto fanfic and guess whatie what, not only am I talent-less, I have creativity inability as well! I need ideas for this one chapter, just this one. Heh. This is what I have so far:
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Sakura walked.
She had just gone through an undignified day of ‘training’ with good ol’ team 7. In other words, watching her teammates beat the living crap out of each other while she so much as watched and did nothing.
And she pretty much felt useless for it. So she walked herself home.
“Don’t worry, Sakura-chan! I’ll beat him to a pulp in 5 seconds then get back to you so we can.. uh, eat ramen! Or uh..”
“Tch.”
“WHAT DID YOU SAY, TEME?! DID YOU JUST CALL ME A LOSER?!”
Sakura sighed.
Had she always been so weak? Had she been always so unworthy as an opponent? Yes, in fact, she has.
In most dire situations, she would, with all her will, be all brave and be all selfless. Though, that was all that she could do. Despite from being able to throw some shuriken here, stab some kunai there, and question and comprehend intelligibly (though not as sharp a brain as the Nara kid), she pretty much couldn’t do anything else. She had no special jutsu. She had no blood-line inheritance. She excelled at nothing except for ‘benkyou-ing’ at the Academy before they became Genins and no longer required said doings.
And now she was, whoa hey, guess what, useless.
And she was right… right?
“Oi, Sakura, it’s staring to rain. You should just go home; it’s not like you’re being beneficial anyway.”
Sakura stared.
‘Staring is impolite’, she would have thought. But she was too dumbfounded, stunned, astounded, numbed, flabbergasted, and all those synonymous words recorded in heaping piles of dictionaries to have even thought to think.
She stared with all the visual abilities her eyes allowed. She stared until she felt her jaws slacken, and her eyeballs go dry from the wind breathing unevenly to her face.
And very much unlike a good ninja, she stood, paled, did nothing but watch –
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What? Watch what? What could possibly render Haruno Sakura shocked and speechless? What shocking scene would make it absurd enough to get to Hollywood?
Why the bloody hell am I asking you?
“You’re talentless.”
Oh, sou desu ne, Sasuke-kun. That, I am.
So I am off to glomp some nameless man who, suspiciously, looks like a main-branch Uchiha spawn, and rack my brain senseless for some ideas, maybe.
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Business | Comment (0)White Sheets
I remember white sheets, the disregarded television, the low lights and the annoyingly repetitive music.
Earlier that night, I had tried my best, and my worst, to come along and finally meet you. In all honesty, discomfiture, and shame, today, I can admit I did. You never failed to let me understand how much you wanted to try your best too. How sweet you’ve become towards me over a measly few days.
I remember how we smelt of cigarettes and beer, but did we care? Somehow it only brought us closer to one another. It brought our mouths closer.
Our friends had known. We’d known they had, though. Yet all both of us did was smile under the sheets and you held me in your soft arms for the first time. I attempted feigning sleep though my heart was melting. Your sorry attempt of the same action only caused me to reveal how girlish my giggles were.
I remember how cold the night was, how cold the fabric was, how cold the beer was. My left hand seemed to slowly, unconsciously, snake its way to the back of your neck. I realize how that caught you on fire when you took my remaining hand, grasped it hard, and never let go. Would you have done the same if she was in my place?
Rumors, the next day, were that you had defiled her under the same moon. School was awkward, as were the students’ eyes. You told me nothing, literally, nothing. And yet your eyes tell how you fucked her hard and watched her die on the cold, bloody floor. As expected, I should have been appalled, I should have been crying, I should have stabbed you with a pen right then and there. But what was most unanticipated was that I was not, I would not and I did not. Because right then and there, I left you, on your own, to mourn over your mistakes. Let me do the same over mine. Let me do the same over you.
I remember how fragile it felt when our lips finally met, when they were longing to do so. Over the night, everyone fell dead to the world while we created heaven on earth within ours. I have to say, with much sincerity, I have never been given softer kisses. No one would have held me tighter. No other boy could have caused my heart to burn when it was already melting.
I thought, maybe, the following day, I could grant you your desire, to let us be together. Maybe, I can, somehow, create space for you in my life. Maybe, just maybe, I could turn our ‘mutual understanding’ into something more like ‘love’.
But, I remembered, that on that following day, I would forget you, and your boyish smile. I took note from the very beginning, you could not have my heart as it wasn’t yours to take. Had I used you, and myself, to gain, what say, sexual satisfaction? I did what I had because I wanted you, nothing more. And I suppose you felt likewise.
******, you are naught but a short, dull memory of a boy from whom I learned to close my heart and open my mind.
Nostalgia | Comment (0)Crap and shit. Are they similar?
gaha.Love someone or miss someone right now?
-no.
Finally Meeting
She stands in the rain
Laughing at what used to be hers
I won’t forget
I don’t regret
She didn’t want to cry
Those dreadful tears
She wants to resent everything she hears
She’s running away again
She feared if she saw
What she’ll see
She might want to stay
She’s afraid if she’ll rest
And fall asleep
She’ll never wake up,
Stand on her feet
That day when it rained
She held an umbrella above her head
She denied it but she was pained
As she stared blankly at the dead
She sat and stared
Bore a hole into her grave
She gazed and glared
Wished she hadn’t been saved
I remember her
She stood in that rain
I remember what she saw on her grave
I remember reading my name
Life And Death | Comment (0)