Some other quiz thingy. Two already . . .
POSTED AT 06:00 AM

platinumangel

Yet another quiz. I'm out of things to do these days . . .
POSTED AT 10:36 AM

platinumangel

You Are a Hunter Soul

You are driven and ambitious - totally self motiviated to succeed Actively working to acheive what you want, you are skillful in many areas. You are a natural predator with strong instincts ... and more than a little demanding. You are creative, energetic, and an extremely powerful force. An outdoors person, you like animals and relate to them better than people. You tend to have an explosive personality, but also a good sense of humor. People sometimes see you as arrogant or a know it all. You tend to be a bit of a loner, though you hate to be alone. Souls you are most compatible with: Seeker Soul and Peacemaker Soul

Oh My!!! My E.Q. is ridiculously high! Lolz . . .
POSTED AT 11:03 AM

platinumangel

Your EQ is

120 50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick! 51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese. 71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely. 91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that. 111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt. 131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin. 150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.

Dear Mr Cow,
POSTED AT 11:23 PM

platinumangel

I'm sorry it had to come to a flaming session. None of us ever meant for it to get out of hand. I assure you that my friends only had "fun" in mind; and as reckless, immature and bratty as you might deem their behavior, they had not intended to hurt anyone, and I believe that makes a world of a difference.

I must admit, I had my share in the flaming, as well as some of my other friends too. But please understand, this was only to stand up for them. We are not the type of people who would watch our friends get slashed apart and not do anything about it.

Personally, I agree with you, that the flooding was wrong. But what bugged me the most was your reaction to it. You insulted my friends and that trumps everything on every side.


Now, for your actual post:

Frankly, I do not like that you flamed us again and again on your site, and the things you stated were mostly blind generalizations. And frankly, we don't really care if you do. We're not so egocentric/tistic as you might think. But we are fiercely protective.

Mr Cow, I haven't known these ICAns for more than a year, but I have the greatest respect for them. They are the friendliest people you can might. I'm also sure that you are as friendly as can be, but also happen to be protective. And the only thing that prevents both of our sides from seeing how friendly and warm each other is is this perception that each is wrong. Even my friends, and I have to admit, even my self, got really mad at you yesterday because of what you judged us as.

Please, let us make an effort to reconcile with each other.

We acknowledge that flaming was wrong. But Lyndon happened to like these girls, a lot. He said he wanted more fans like Jaka and Notoriouself. And you must realize that with teens of our age, it is only natural to essentially flood each others' tagboards with nonsensical things such as who's "hot" and who's not, as you can see on the tagboard on my right.

It has become endearing to me, and I am sorry that it has not become so for you. But because they are, or they thought they were, on good terms with Mr. Gregorio, they flooded his.

Believe me, they had not wanted to piss him off. Not in that sense, anyway.




So in the end, please try to forgive my friends' raucous and unnecessary behavior, and I will speak to them on Computer Ethics.

Thank you for your time.

P.S. They know nothing about this.
P.P.S. I am not an ICAn.
P.P.P.S. I don't think even Mr. Gregorio knows me.

Long time no update...
POSTED AT 03:14 AM as a favorite post

platinumangel

Okay. I admit it. I'm neglecting my Tabulas. I gave it a new look! Whatever.

Yesterday, I went on a trip thing to the Podium. To met with Lyndon and Jackie. I shall tell.


I stepped out of my car, whipping out my cellphone to see if Jackie had replied to my text. I walked on to Starbuck's (at the Podium. Nowhere else. This is where it all went down.) and bought myself a Caramel Frappe (the usual) and sat myself down on one of the outside chairs.
In the end: Bad Idea. People were smoking left and right. Crap. I swear, it's killing myself.
Jackie's text flies in, and I see that she's JUST LEFT HER HOUSE. But it was already past two!

So I finish half my frappe and she (finally) arrives. SHe's wearing a plain peasant-toppish thingy (I dunno. Jackie, am I right?) and jeans.

But ho ho ho, she wishes to surprise me. Jackie, it's hard to suprise people when you're wearing reflector orange. Yeah. Anywayzee...


Skip on down to much later, I'm bugging her about her tardiness (". . . when you said "two o' clock", I assumed you meant BE here at two, no LEAVE FOR here at two . . .") when she texts Lyndon about where he is. He replies he's at the cinemas. So we scale five floors all the way to the cinemas. We can't find him. So Jackie texts him again. "We're at the cinemas. Where're you?"

He replies. "Galleria?"
"Galleria???? Podium!"
"I . . . I knew that. I'll be right over."

So we schlep to the lower floor, waiting to surprise Lyndon (it's all Jackie's idea! Don't kill me, Lyndon!).

So I inform Jackie that SISLEY is a homo store, and she wigs out. Then, we go up to see if he's there, blabbering along the way.

"You're like my cousin. You both hate Heart."
"(ranting from before) . . . I mean, the fake-real pouty lips, and she's all, "And now, for our next video . . ." I mean, c'mon!"
"*babble, babble* Oh shit that's him!"

She runs down to the lower floor and I blindly follow, only then realizing she must've seen Lyndon.
I tell her that I thought she saw Heart and for a brief moment, wondered about the pronoun "him".
So Lyndon's there. He texts that he's at the Cinemas--PODIUM. Where're we?

Jackie replies "Podium? We're at Rockwell!"
So he replies that he's going home. Jackie freaks and we dash after him and we catch him in the middle of an escalator, wearing a white-and-blue striped collar shirt, I forgot his pants, and a new hair cut.

Jackie maniacally and compulsively screams "Lolo!" and dashes down while I wait upstairs, securely hidden behind a tarpoline ad thing until he comes back, for her to work her magic.

She does and he's soon on the way up. I'm waiting at the top of the escalator, Lyndon's waving at me, probably thinking, "Oh Great. The Dork." and Jackie's a few people behind, probably overtaken at the base of the elevator, huffing and looking very annoyed.

So the gimmick begins.

We do stuff, then go to Landes.

Lyndon and Jackie are amazed by the little Ages 6-8 games (Jackie especially likes Rush Hour. Cos it's . . . for kids? Malay . . .).

They blather on and Lyndon soon brings out a copy of Beerka Dos and The Beerkada Collection and another The Beerkada Collection. I think.

And then this guy comes along and Lyndon and Jackie are suddenly really uncomfortable and faking interest in one of the games. And then Jackie says some thing that sounded precariously like "Ooh! Lookie! Viagra!" and Lyndon stands up real straight and looks around going, "Viagra? Viagra?! Where???"

So it's confirmed. Haha. Babble, babble, we approach the center table where there's a glass box and a kind of mini aquarium (Lyndon is just fascinated with the real fish minnow in it. And Jackie is just in love with the glassiness of the box. Lyndon says something like "Does it open up a portal to another dimension?" and I reply something that went "I'd rather something that ruptures the time-space continuum." and he makes an analogy of the time-space continuum and his stomach. So we tell him to order something.) and we have a seat. The guy goes and hands us a menu.

Lyndon and Jackie talk some more, and I snag a shot. Then Lyndon asks me some... weird questions. I shall not mention.

And then they make the "transaction" and I ask Mr. Gregorio why he's hiding the bag. He says that they might think it's a bag of drugs. I realize he's right and that could screw up their reputation. (Headlines: "LANDES, Podium, drug swapping hotspot.")

So we chat a bit more and that awkward silence sinks in. So I break it.
"Okay! Uncomfortable silence. Let's go."

And then Jackie resists for a futile moment (while me and Lyndon have already gotten out of our seats), then joins us. We stride down to the exit and I see that my driver's already there to pick me up. Perfect timing. I'm about to snag the last pic when Jackie insists that she take it. So I let her, but she takes centuries just to.
Why? Because: She kept telling me and Lyndon to move closer to take a proper shot and Lyndon kept saying "We're already as close as tolerably possible!"

ANd FINALLY she takes the damn picture, which didn't come out all that good either. So I snag a last pic of them and I hop into the car and race off to a waving Lyndon and a semi-laughing Jackie.
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Reading: Merchant of Venice, ang bago kong kinapopootan
Listening to: Sunday Morning by Maroon 5
Watching: This music vid I made with Memory Pieces by Jerry Yan
Feeling: nostalgic

Damn this whole class.
POSTED AT 07:33 AM

platinumangel

The crappiest thing occurred today in Math class.

Now, I had previously spoken to Ms. Yao about her methodology in disciplining the class. She had obviously softened up since she didn't put anyone up for greenslips.

Then, just when I thought things were going back to normal, some idiotic classmates of mine had to go and ruin it.

When Ms. Yao makes an error with cubes, the entire class hisses at her. Those fucking assholes.

What's worse, Michael and Christian kept making these bad signs at her behind her back! Jeez...

She's not the best teacher, I admit, but she is still a person. A person that you should respect.

Damn the class. Damn the whole class.