Kit Café

stretches

Sat, 29 Aug 2009 15:53:13 GMT

I've been bent over for a while, and man. I need to work on my stamina.

Wait, let me explain.

Considering my failed attempts at time management, I've tried simply to focus my energies into accomplishing a specific task that has backlogged into a pile of unfinished-ness, mocking me as it lies unfinished on my desk.

Keybies that are waiting to be sprayed.

And so, setting aside my other (in retrospect, easier to accomplish things on my 5-times-rewritten to-do list) tasks, I tackled the pile of keybies, painting, scratching, cleaning and lining. I was concentrated. I was focused. I was high on marker ink and correction fluid.

7 hours later, my eyes burning, my back hurting, the pile itself has lessened.

But it is still unfinished.

D:

*wails*

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chillin~

Mon, 22 Jun 2009 11:36:13 GMT

It's as though I didn't have schoolwork, really :P I know that there's a quiz tomorrow, that there are classes on Wednesday (even though I regularly don't) because of the AH1N1 outbreak, and that I've got reporting, essays, and cases to write. ARGH.

I just don't feel any drive. Even the keybies are beginning to stress me out; I look at my room and I think, "urgh". Then again, that's nothing new; I'm thinking it's the fact that we're moving that I feel kinda down.

Still, none of that stopped me from having fun watching Macross Frontier with Rocky today. Chillin on the couch with cheesed mashed potatoes for merienda, a fat Beh on my lap, a glass of coke in my hand, and just watching Ranka, Alto and Sheryl work out the kinks in their relationships... that's the life. I only wished Rocky could've stayed for dinner. Chuu.

It's going to be a busy week (OBLICON in three straight days will kill me if not for my sheer will to survive) but I'm glad for these little outlets.

Now I shall read Chapter 34 of Kuroshitsuji. That I just found out was released today. HOORAY!!

dude, this is the coolest ever. (for litmajors!!)

Wed, 04 Mar 2009 10:33:24 GMT

http://dailybooth.com/squishyness/40504

Thank you kevin! :D

Tulips

Mon, 02 Mar 2009 14:34:07 GMT

dailybooth!

Thu, 26 Feb 2009 06:08:53 GMT

Ah made a dailybooth account! (thank you mishie for telling me about it)

It's like Twitter, but you take a pic with your webcam every time you make an entry. You document your life through images!

http://dailybooth.com/squishyness

Lookie. You get to witness my insanity's progression.

hot dang

Thu, 15 Jan 2009 02:24:55 GMT

My economics is boring.

Dead boring.

My prof tends to ramble, annoyingly incoherently, and he doesn't even get his news facts straight.

At least I can wipe the dust off this blog with an update while I'm taking down notes.

At least this prof has coherent notes.

*peeks at Mishie while she doodles*

*continues working... for KASPIL2*

P.S. Our current topic (from the current section of the coherent notes, which is Economic Development) is about beautiful people. Like J. Lo. *spasms*

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argh.

Tue, 11 Nov 2008 23:12:35 GMT

I'm so tired...

YEH

Wed, 29 Oct 2008 08:44:10 GMT

Submitted the paper, and going to make sure everything else I do is on time!

CRAMMING WIN!!

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FAIL

Tue, 28 Oct 2008 23:55:42 GMT

Because I'm insane, and in need of some kind of catharsis.

see more pwn and owned pictures

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see more pwn and owned pictures

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love at first sight

Tue, 28 Oct 2008 10:09:16 GMT

Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska

They both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.

They thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?

I would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

But every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.

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at last... cold air...

Tue, 28 Oct 2008 10:04:39 GMT

And here I thought the cool Christmas breeze wasn't going to make it. *lingers by window* I love Christmas. I love the smell of tinsel, the twinkling of all the little lights, the shiny, colorful decor... and the sight of a tree that only comes once a year. Yay! The gifts are the icing. The season's my cake.

This de Ungria introduction I'm cramming (in the spirit of Antonism which I'm dying to kill) is my complete, utter bane.

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all you suns!

Sun, 26 Oct 2008 13:18:44 GMT

Gimme your numbers! XD

I've gotten my new (permanent) sun number and right now it is just sad. Sad because it is devoid of any contacts besides my own number, lest I forget. That said, if you've got a sun number, lemme have it! I've got minimal globe load (number's 09273302247, save it, it'd be meh) and my smart number (09085835181) is loadless. If you get a text from my smart number, I'm using chikka.

Life is complicated, I know, but eh.

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skating~

Fri, 24 Oct 2008 03:48:26 GMT

Is hella harder than it looks. That it would be tougher doing than watching is something I should've anticipated (because EVERYTHING is harder than it looks), but since I knew how to roller-skate, I thought I had an advantage.

Then I learned the main differences between ice and roller skating:
1.) Falling is much more painful on ice than it is on cement, especially on the hands. Freaking cold man.
2.) Actually moving on ice is easy; picking up speed is not. The opposite is true for rollerskating.
3.) Rollerskating never gave me blisters (Long socks are important!).

Rocky had it harder.. he never experienced any kind of skating, until now. Then again, it was undeniably fun learning together. Fell at least 5 times by ourselves and together at the same time and got exhausted afterwards, but also threw snowballs at each other, blew snow foam into each others hair, and learned how to go a little bit faster around the rink. Rocky did use me like a sled dog to move around sometimes, but then the next skating spree is on him :D

If I had my USB cable around, I'd post the pics.

Next time, I'ma learn to speed up even more by digging the blade of one foot in the ice and pushing myself forward! Never mind if I fall!!

I'll wear my extra long-sleeved jacket to cover my palms. Yay!

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plurk and facebook

Wed, 22 Oct 2008 03:22:46 GMT

Made both, yep. they're empty and sad, but I made them!

Plurk: keybies
Facebook: micah.valero@yahoo.com (what do you give?)

In other news, I bombed my 2nd stat quiz. Counting techniques... Probability... up yours.

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phone. stolen. again.

Sun, 19 Oct 2008 23:32:18 GMT

Always the freaking train, and now I've lost a wallet AND a phone to the LRT. As if the MRT taking my n70 wasn't enough. Like hell if the MRT's taking my wallet too to even the score.

I actually felt a hand slide between my waist and my big-ass bag, and what I thought was a person just trying to get in the train was actually a thief.

Why... why me... why are all my nice phones being taken away...

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perfect robot

Mon, 13 Oct 2008 01:57:12 GMT

Sometimes I wish I were a robot. If I were a robot, I could very easily set my priorities with a bit of programming. Discipline would become ridiculously easy, because I'd never get bored with what I have to do, never get tired, or know any better than to finish what I was supposed to do in the first place.

If I were a robot I'd never feel tired; I'd just plug in somewhere, and in a while recharge and be as good as new (or I could even work while I'm charging). I could go on and on fulfilling my obligations to everyone I know, even as a student, and never think of anything else but getting the thing done. I'd be able to accomplish so much.

Just as long as people won't know I was a robot, no one would complain that my heart wasn't in it, because robots don't have hearts. That's the beauty of being a robot; there would be no such thing as disappointment, or expectations, because a robot does and just doesn't care otherwise. I could even make them feel better by programming myself to be whatever they want. If some people did find out I was a robot, they can take as much advantage as they want and never feel guilty. No one feels guilty about robots.

Because if I were a robot I can be repaired over and over, and become better and better with upgrades. If I do something wrong, I can make a log of it and never do it again and use logic to approach any problems properly and without bias. I can shield myself with firewalls to avoid anything that does me harm, and delete anything undesirable from my memory. I can become selfless, useful, and perfect.

And then, when I'm overused to the point of irreparability, I can be easily disposed of, and I can peacefully (though for a robot there's no such thing as 'peace' or chaos', just 'is') cease to exist.

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tugtugtug

Thu, 02 Oct 2008 05:41:41 GMT

Have you ever had any habits that you know very well are bad for you, and yet are unable to stop? I don't mean alcohol, cigarettes, or even gaming. I mean little things, like biting the skin of you lips.

That's what I've been doing in the past 10 minutes, and now I've got new scars simply because I couldn't keep my fingers off. It's like one hand crept up to my lips as the other distracted me with Caboose-surfing, and slowly picked and tugged at the dry, flaky skin, ignoring the slight sting for the small satisfaction of peeling. This is why I need lip balm. Gwah.

Now I am unable to stop nibbling the skin inside my lips, because the uneven feeling is making want to even it out by breaking the skin more which does the exact opposite. Gwaha.

I'm supposed to be thesis-ing. 'Langya.

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new numbah

Wed, 01 Oct 2008 10:28:18 GMT

Yes, I do have a new number, but not because I had my phone stolen. On the contrary, I got a new phone. A nice phone. A nice, white phone that is too expensive to open-line, and so I got a smart sim to use it.

My old globe number (09175062818) will no longer be used by October 5, but since it's overbilled I can't use it now anyway. My old sun number will also no longer be used, because I'm getting a line. Yay.

It's going to be a bit confusing, but right now I'm using my globe number (09175062818) for Chikka and my smart number (09085835181). I still use Chikka because one, its free, and two, my smart number only has 50 texts. Will be announcing the new sun number when I get it.

Now if ya'll be so kind... I scrambled my phonebooks. Both phones'. Please text my smart number your numbers so I can correctly fill out the now empty phonebook and not miss anyone out. At least, not through any fault of mine. That's what this announcement is for. Yay.

Don't forget to tell me hew yew are in your text! Thank you!

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updates and academics

Tue, 23 Sep 2008 03:54:10 GMT

I've just joined a few online advertisement communities, added new contacts, and requested affiliations with fellow craft sites. Also added a site map, a flag counter, and soon I'll be adding a newsletter, a slide show under videos, and new pictures to the collections. Yeh. I'm hella happy Mishie let me know about those padded envelopes, too. Makes my life easier, since LBC doesn't ship internationally. Who'd have thunk.

Then I'll be reading essays and doing homework. Nyeh.

Never mind that I have only one class today. Caboose made me stay past me 9:30 class until noon. He's just so... flappy. I lurve him.

End ramble. Why is it that once I actually access my blog after thinking about what I want to say (and having it sound quite nice and ordered in my head) it all vanishes and I end up rambling? One day... and several young blood essays later, I swear I'll be better at this.

On a side note, will be going to the Cosplay convention in Megamall at Oct. 12, while Mitch is taking his entrance exams at DLSU. Will go as a random school girl, after I borrow shoes.

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my breakfast

Sat, 20 Sep 2008 13:32:42 GMT

It was an early morning, and upon coming down to feed my sleeping stomach, I felt touched somehow by my toasted breakfast.

It was happy to see me.

And I was happy to eat it. Guess what it is.

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and it begins...

Sat, 20 Sep 2008 11:33:14 GMT

Already I've got a lot to do, and I'm making sure that it does not pull me under this time. Man. Just wanting to do what you want and have to do does not cover it at all.

But I'm starting on the right foot this time. No more procrastinating, and finishing everything before they have to be finished.

That, and prioritization. I have the most trouble with that, and thanks to that annoying Psychology class, I know that the conflict lies between my id and my ego. 'Langya id yan.

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achoo.

Tue, 16 Sep 2008 11:08:49 GMT

My nose is runny, my throat is itchy, and I've been sneezing more in the past few days than in the past year. I actually sneezed five times without stopping while I was home. And as I type, I sneezed again and blew my nose.

Since the beginning of the term I'm hella proud to say I've been doing everything on time. Except for that tutorial list Kevin wanted me to type (but will not be printing yet anyway, and is done for the meantime for that matter). I've even gotten the books and readings, and, get this, have been reviewing notes before the meetings. Hot dang. I love feeling responsible. It feels the emptiness that's been bothering me quite effectively, with great aftereffects (like a non-existent pile of procrastinated work). Now I just have to keep the itch to finish all that is unfinished itchy.

There's much to scratch, anyway: a thesis proposal draft based on today's discussion with Dr. Lua, readings, and keybie orders. Hootenanny, hopefully this term I'll get that DL status I've been telling myself I was capable of acquiring since I stepped in Lasalle.

And ooh, Ima be more Malate-present. And work on my story. I like to dream.

There's even Caboose to help me as long as I'm in Lasalle, and he's even equipped with Crimsonland now thanks to Ivik (thanks man! You've resurrected the addict in me! XD) for when Wifi is wonky. *happy wiggles*

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i

Fri, 12 Sep 2008 12:51:27 GMT

Am.

Bored.

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keybie café renovation!

Thu, 04 Sep 2008 04:40:36 GMT

After a bout of unnaturally focused CG-ing and three days worth of hellish css adjustment by trial and error with dial-up, I'm proud to say the Keybie Café now has a brand new look, and a pair of hosts to serve you with their presence!

They don't say much, but they mean much. The two hosts are Squish and Bun, a girl and boy respectively, and the only keybie designs that would not be for sale.

The site-shop looks much better than my main multiply site, but hell, they're my keybie babies. I loves my keybie babies, and I hope you'll like em too. :)

That said, have a look around! Squish and Bun won't be the only new additions to the site.

Visit NOW!! ^^

little ryuji

Wed, 03 Sep 2008 11:56:22 GMT

After a week, out of four dragon eggs, only one survived. Who'd have thought it needed 450+ views?

It's now a little black dragon hatchling I've named Ryuji, coz it's black. And a warrior species, apparently. And I love my character.

I read warrior bit from his parents' bio. Little thing takes after its dad.

Now, if Ryuji turns out to be a girl, than dang. I can't tell until it matures though.

That said, I still need help. Ryuji will die if still not clicked on, so...

Please click my baby! :D

Thank you!