Support Good Grammar (Not Grandma)

Yeah, yeah, the Grandma part's corny.

But the message remains the same: Support Good Grammar.

All too often, too many people posting stuff on the Internet use "txt speak" to communicate. Realize this: Your words are not restricted to whoever you're sending the message to. We too can read that eyesore of a post. Make life easier for everyone, and use proper English.

Harvard-Grade Student

Oedipus and his ancient story is given a new twist in an essay produced by one of the most striking student minds.

See it. Read it. Weep in the throes of emotion.

The Immortal Essay

Some days just aren't your days

I was listening to I'm All Out of Love in my WinAmp. I was typing my blog entry for today here while simultaneously reading message board posts on Dota-Allstars.com.

Then my computer restarted because my video card messed up. What a darn shame, huh?

To think that today, out of all days, I had finally resolved to write about something other than my oh-so interesting life. Then things like this happen.

Oh well, what can I do? I can't turn back time, now can I?

Here's what millions of my adoring fans (joking) will miss because of an erring computer.

A Re-telling of Grimm's Fairy Tales - Part 1
Snow White and the Seven Dwarves

Highlights of my re-telling (that got erased):
1. Snow White is a guy.
2. The Queen banishes Snow White because Snow White refused to commit incest with her.
3. The seven dwarves were female.
4. They weren't miners, they were security guards.
5. They carried sawn-off shotguns.

I only got up to this part, then hell broke loose. SIgh.

Maybe I'll make a Part 2 instead, this time, with proper backup.

The Day is Young

There's something oddly calming in walking through DLSU in the early morning.

The dawn hours allow fresh sunshine (if sunshine can be called fresh, anyway) to shine through. I often turn meditative during times like these, when there are only a few people milling about, and it seems like the whole university is mine alone. It's a time like this when I'm glad I'm here, in this school. The critics say that DLSU is small, puny even, when compared to other universities. Yet, it's this school's compactness which makes me feel that we are a community.

I pass by every college building on my way to Planet Gox. That's the price of being a computer science major here. My building is on the other end of La Salle. But an early morning walk reveals a lot of things lost in the hustle and bustle of college life. It's Saturday, and the crowds are gone. I can smell the dew on the trees, I can hear the sounds of my footsteps echoing in silent halls.

Everything seems so ethereally beautiful, bathed in the warm glowing light of the morning sun.

Excerpts from ID# 10536272

Same old thing, day in and day out. Toot goes the scanner, in goes the student. Toot goes the scanner, in goes the student. It's become as much a part of life as, say, brushing teeth. Same old, same old. Open your bags, please.
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jenoosia: Case 1 : kanina naka shackles si centaur na kakampi ko, tinoss ko sya kay rhasta, ung shackles umangat, as in pa effect.
jenoosia: Case 2 : Tinarget ko si Drow ng toss, si Nerubian Sin (omar) ung na toss ko sa kanya, sabay mana burn na lumilipad.
jenoosia: Case 3 : Tinapon ko ung kalaban namin ni Kel, pero si Kel naka patay, may lumutang na +100.
jenoosia: Case 4 : Tinapon ko si Nerub Sin sabay Cyclone ni Rhasta, At the top of the toss na suspend in mid air si nerub.
jenoosia: Case 5 : Pagka BurrowStrike ni SandKing tinoss ko ung creep, lumabas isang sobrang taas na spike sa lupa. Parang eiffel tower na spike kumbaga.

DotA.

Frickin' Defense of the Frickin' Ancients. (Omit the F's, if you will.) Addicting- nauseatingly so. DotA. Just like Counter-Strike during the grade school days. Just like Ragnarok during the high school days. Bane to schoolwork, boon to a young mind in search of relief from everyday toil.

1, 2, 3.. Oh, 500 games played, more or less. P50, P100, the whole DLSU tuition fee wasted, or rather, "invested" into something only minds such as this generation can comprehend.

Yet, if nothing else, pinpoint micromanagement leading to a game-winning play serves to feed an ego constantly in need of feeding. Now if only the girls can appreciate such grace in a game.
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Extracurricular Activities Running Total:

1. Writer, The LaSallian.
2. External Affairs Staff, College of Computer Studies.
3. Participant, Young Executive Series.
4. Member, La Salle Computer Society; Moomedia; ENGLICOM.

Status:

1. Writer - Negative hours of residency required. No communication with editor whatsoever. Proud of latest article: first main article written solo flight. No word when issue will be released yet. Afraid to show face in office due to long absence caused by certain videogame.

2. EA Staffer - Rocky road. Unsure of future stint. Application accepted but still in process of proving self worthy. Staff head has high hopes that can only end in the trashpile along Agno Street.

3. Y.E.S. - Never mind.

4. Member - Hoped to be active. Still inactive. Hoped to have an officership. Still an unknown.

Scoreboard: 0/4

Concluding Remarks: Life as a Frosh, WASTED.
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Speaking of School Studies:

Bachelor of Science in Computer Science, major in Software Technology.

in reality,

Bachelor of Bumming in Computer Shops, major in Cramming Technology.
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Genuine, 100% Certified Fat Guy.

Confirmed by 2 people, one of whom said Fat Guy has only met a few times in a computer store.

Gut hangs out like a melon. Practicing chest out, stomach in, prowess.
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Said Fat Guy cannot hope to win a heart of a fair maiden because of mediocre looks. Having a melon-shaped gut helps things, A LOT.

Said Fat Guy resolves that by next term, Gut has been divided into 4 chiseled abs, or at least one lean gut.
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Speaking of fair maidens:

They catch the eye of many males. Too many males. That is all this guy has to say.
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Dear Mr. Ledger,

How does it feel French kissing a full-blooded male? Is the moolah worth the sensation of a man's tongue poking around the inside of the velveteen inner lining of your mouth? Is the fame worth the said foreign tongue scraping against your teeth, tickling the roof of yon mouth?

Honestly, this guy is just curious.

Sincerely,
XXXXXX
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This guy likes Orange and Lemons. This guy likes Spongecola. This guy, heaven knows, like Cueshe, and their single, Ulan. This guy has grown uncomfortable talking with people whose tastes vary so far from his own. This guy faces being labeled as a poser.

This guy hates people who hate other people for being posers but pose as bad-mouthed ghetto people themselves. This guy hates this kind of people most especially found in blogs overpopulated with expletives.

THis guy likes people who take into consideration other people's feelings. Yet this guy is cruel, sometimes. This guy may hate himself, but more often, this guy pities himself.

THis guy often wonders why, if everyone says he looks like a hunky blockmate, does this guy not inherit even an iota of said hunk's sex appeal.
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TO Whom It May Concern:

I briefly felt caring (female) hands touch mine while I was waiting for a ride home. Though just an old acquaintance from a high school. It felt very alien, being in physical contact.
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Rule of thumb: If you've got a bad feeling, it probably will come through.
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Dear Mr. Gyllenhaal,

Hope I spelled your name correctly. How many times did you rehearse for the kissing scene? Did it ever feel natural? Is Mr. Ledger's mouth tasty?

Just curious, sir. Seeing as I haven't kissed anyone, yet.

P.S. How many other male actors do you think have a mouth worth locking lips with?

Sincerely,
XXXXXX
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Emo Stuff That's Funny Reading:

(Requested by someone on the chatbox.)

Sigh, why can't I find the courage to talk to her? Sometimes, I see her in PE class, all alone, and I keep wondering why she is, because if I was her friend, I fail to see a reason why I shouldn't spend as much time as possible with her. Of course, it could mean that she's taken, maybe by her friend, Mr. LoveIsBlind.

Sometimes I glance at her in DASALGO, sometimes our eyes meet. I always think to myself that I sensed a spark there. If only one or the other would initiate it. But sadly, that part of my life is still closed.

Or maybe I'm just imagining things.
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Lucky Michael Jackson, all he had to decide was whether to turn completely white from black, or just get his nose fixed.
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Raindrops Fallin' On My Head

It's been a while since I last posted. Perhaps it's the gosh-darn hectic pace of life, perhaps I'm just lazy. I've done so many things that I'm still reeling. Right now though, there's a bit of a rest from turbulence. Time off to take a breath. I'm not yet in the clear, though. There's still a ton of work to do, and I'm not looking forward to it.

Just an update to let random passersby know that I'm still alive. It'll take me a few days to get up the energy to write something substantial.

Raindrops keep falling on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin’ seems to fit
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling

So I just did me some talkin’ to the sun
And I said I didn’t like the way he’ got things done
Sleepin’ on the job
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling

But there’s one thing I know
The blues he sends to meet me won’t defeat me
It won’t be long till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turnin’ red
Crying’s not for me
Cause I’m never gonna stop the rain by complainin’
Because I’m free
Nothing’s worrying me.