Summer Rains

by Makiba Shourisha

Evening rains are pummeling our roof. If this keeps up, we’ll be knee-deep in water here in Flood Capital. A former teacher was complaining that despite the recent rains, it’s getting hotter still.

Anyway, to keep my mind off the heat, I now am reading up on RO pets. Especially since I used all of my vote points to buy a Loli Ruri egg. Ate let me to vote for the remaining 3 sets of 12-hour intervals so I can have enough points to buy a custom pet. Perks of having a gracious big sis. :D Now I can’t wait to see her Bapho Horn when she saves up for the most costly custom item.

I transferred my Isis to my Gypsy. She needs the +1% Atk and will not be hindered by the -1% Matk as she hardly uses SP, save for her lone buff. Her other SP-needy skills re those in an Ensemble with a Clown, which I don’t intend to use. My Creator needs Loli’s Heal and Max HP +3% as her stats are mostly Dex and a bit of Luk, so hardly any left for Vit. I’m still studying the other pets to figure out what to get my other characters.

Ate and I reset our homunculi. Apart from the lower Def and Crit, I’m generally happy with the outcome of thrice the HP plus adds to the rest of the stats.

Searching for a way to figure out the numerical value of my pet’s intimacy, I came across forums that talk about the horrors of how their Homs turned out after reset.

All this gaming and raining and body clock adjusting somehow helps me forget. And then when I remember, I have that nagging feeling that I should not forget. Am I starting to turn into those bitter people who grow old angry with everything life has given them? At life itself? I prefer to think of myself as someone so desensitized that it has rendered me incapable of any feeling. But then again, isn’t that a worse state? I could be in a lot of healthier places now, but as usual, I’m letting things happen to me instead of making things happen. I’ve gotten tired too early.

Rain Rain Go Away

by Makiba Shourisha

Awoke at 1 AM to the sound of angry rain that has been repressed for weeks and weeks and vowed to come back with a vengeance. Messed up the phone lines so internet got shut down. Now trying to re-program my body clock.

Pills are Stupid

by Makiba Shourisha

I drank my usual coffee but got knocked out by cold tablets. As a result I missed the last one-fourth of the quest we were doing. And I’m still too groggy now to type….huh, wha?

Jejemons: The New ‘Jologs’

by Makiba Shourisha

Do you happen to talk or text like this: ‘Eow PowZ, mUsZtAh nHa?’ Then perhaps you’re a Jejemon

HAVE YOU RECEIVED A text message like this: “Eow PowZ, mUsZtAh nHa?” If so, most likely you’ve had a “Jejemon” experience. It isn’t a new breed of Pokemon that Ash and Misty have found. This terminology has been popping up everywhere even in Facebook.

According to UrbanDictionary.Com, it is anyone with a low tolerance for correct punctuation, syntax and grammar. This definition is limited to the linguistic style of Jejemons. But in reality, Jejemon is a new breed of hipsters who have developed not only their own language and written text but also their own sub-culture and fashion.

For brevity, I will limit this article to Jejemon language, which for lack of grammatical “canon” on how to call it, I will call it the “Jejenese” and their alphabet, “Jejebet.”

The Jejenese is not just confined to Pinoy Jejemons. Just before I wrote this, I played “Warcraft” and found a European opponent who enjoys typing “jejejeje” in a very wide context, much to my disdain as he sabotages my online quests. Another group of foreign Jejemons, although their Jejemonism seems so trivial to actually classify them as Jejemons, are the Thais who type “hahaha” this way: “5555.”

You will see a lot of these in your Thai friend’s Facebook status messages. Since, the number 5 translates to “ha” in Thai, as explained by my friend Pakorn Dokmai. I’m sure many of you have personal encounters with other foreign Jejemons, be in Manila or abroad. So we can assume that Jejemon is a worldwide phenomenon.

Will the real Jejemons please stand up?

Text messaging is the first ever evidence that the Jejemons are not just fictional creatures; they really exist. They have a set of eyes (and obviously the time) that can easily decipher the word hidden in jumbled letters, alternating capitalization, over-usage of the letters H, X or Z and mixture of numeric characters and our normal alphabet. To be able to understand Jejenese or to Jejetype is definitely a skill.

In a commentary, “Intellectualizing a Language,” by Dr. Ricardo Ma. Nolasco published on June 13, 2009, in the Philippine Daily Inquirer, he said that: “We will never be able to develop our languages for higher thinking unless we begin basic literacy and education in them.” With the prevalence of Jejemon, will the long process of intellectualization of our Filipino language be held back? I believe that the answer depends on one’s lenience with the Jejemons. Just as whether or not the Jejenese and the Jejebet wreak havoc on major languages depends on how one perceives Jejemonism.

Jejemon cliques

Who uses the Jejemon language anyway? Let’s call them, the Clans, or as the Jejemons would probably spell it, cLaNzZ. In Warcraft lingo, groups that operate like “Alliance” or “Horde.”

The Jejemons find their place in their world by finding a clan, or a regular group of people they text and talk with in Jejenese. Regardless of whether they know each other or not, they will talk to other members of these clans and even meet up with them in Jejelands (frequent hang-outs).

If these clans can be considered, as Bonifacio P. Sibayan, whose work was published in the website of the National Commission for Culture and the Arts puts it, as Sub-domains of a Controlling Domain of language, then the continued use of Jejemonized-Tagalog, such as: “iNgAtz puh” and “xeNXia Nah” can contribute to the process of Filipino intellectualization. But then again, an intellectualized language is that language that can be used for giving and obtaining a complete education in any field of knowledge from pre-school to the university and beyond.

If Jejenese is used as the medium of instruction in public schools, imagine how would the first line of our National Anthem be spelled in Jejenese: “bAiAn9 mA9ieLiWh pUrlAsh n9 xIlan9aNaN …” or Jose Rizal’s last work: “mEih UltIMoiX aDioSxH.” Fortunately, this is an extreme scenario. That’s why others take the more mortifying definition of Jejemon given by UrbanDictioary.Com: “Low IQ people who spread around their idiocy on the web.”

But Jejemons, too, have constitutional right to free speech and expression that we may run afoul if we prevent them from speaking and writing the way they do or as annoyed Internet users propose—ban them from the web. All we can do is to make a matinding pakiusap (strong appeal) to all Jejemons, as language can only be intellectualized by using it, mangyaring gamitin nyo nang tama ang wika (please use the language properly).

Harvey Marcoleta
Philippine Daily Inquirer

Rent’s La Vie Boheme

by Makiba Shourisha

This Monday morning, I’m listening to Rent soundtrack. It brings back bittersweet memories of someone and something. Avoiding things that remind me of said someone and said something is quite tough since the someone and the something were very huge parts of my life, past lifetime as it was. And even if I succeed avoiding things associated with them, the dreams at night are not exactly escapable. While the music’s blaring anyway I  might as well post one of the songs that pretty much means something to me: La Vie Boheme.

No please no
Not tonight please no
Mister, can’t you go?
Not tonight, can’t have a scene


Go, please go;
You, Hello sir
I said, ‘No’
Important customer

What am I - Just a blur?

You sit all night - You never buy!

That’s a lie - That’s a lie
I had tea the other day

You couldn’t pay

Oh yeah

Benjamin Coffin III - Here?

Oh no!

Wine and beer!

The enemy of Avenue A
We’ll stay

Oiy Vey!

What brings a mogul in his own mind to the Life Cafe?

I would like to propose a toast
To Maureen’s noble try
It went well

Go to hell

Was the yuppie scum stomped?
Not counting the homeless
How many tickets weren’t comp’ed?

Why Did Muffy -


Miss the show?

There was a death in the family
If you must know

Who died?

Our akita


Mimi, I’m surprised
A bright and charming girl like you
Hangs out with these slackers
(Who don’t adhere to deals)

They make fun -Yet I am the one
Attempting to do some good
Or do you really want a neighborhood
Where people piss on your stoop every night?

Bohemia, Bohemia
Is a fallacy in your head
This is Calcutta
Bohemia is dead

Dearly beloved, we gather here to say
our goodbyes

Dies Irae - Dies Illa
Kyrie Eleison
Yitgadal V’ Yitkadash (etc.)

Here she lies
No one knew her worth
The late great daughter of Mother Earth
On these nights when we celebrate the birth
In that little town of Bethlehem
We raise our glass - You bet your ass to -
La Vie Boheme

La Vie Boheme
La Vie Boheme
La Vie Boheme
La Vie Boheme

To days of inspiration,
Playing hookey, making something
Out of nothing, the need
To express
To communicate,
To going against the grain,
Going insane,
Going mad

To loving tension, no pension
To more than one dimension,
To starving for attention,
Hating convention, hating pretension,
Not to mention of course,
Hating dear old mom and dad

To riding your bike
Midday past the three piece suits-
To fruits - To no absolutes-
To Absolut - To choice-
To the Village Voice -
To any passing fad

To being an ‘us’ - For once -
Instead of a ‘them’

La Vie Boheme
La Vie Boheme

Is the equipment in a pyramid?

It is, Maureen

The mixer dosn’t have a case
Don’t give me that face


Hey, Mister - She’s my sister

So that’s five miso soup,
Four seaweed salad
Three soy burger dinner,
Two tofu dog platter
And one pasta with meatless balls


It tastes the same

If you close your eyes

And thirteen orders of fries
Is that it here?

Wine and beer!

To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries
To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese
To leather, to dildos, to curry Vindaloo
To Huevos Rancheros and Maya Angelou

Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion,
Creation, Vacation

Mucho masturbation

Compassion, to fashion, to passion
When it’s new

To Sontag

To Sondheim

To anything taboo

Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham, and Cage

Lenny Bruce

Langston Hughes

To the stage!

To Uta

To Buddha

Pablo Neruda, too

Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow
To blow off Auntie Em

La Vie Boheme

And wipe the speakers off before you pack

Yes, Maureen

Well, hurry back


We’re close


Bisexuals, trisexuals, Homo Sapiens,
Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men,
Pee Wee Herman
German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein
Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa
Carmina Burana

To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, Ecstasy
Vaclav Havel- The Sex Pistols, 8BC
To no shame - Never playing the fame game

To marijuana

To sodomy
It’s between God and me
To S & M

Waiter! Waiter! Waiter!

La Vie Boheme

In honor of the death of Bohemia an impromtu salon will commence immediately following dinner Maureen Johnson, back from her spectacular one-night engagement at the 11th street lot, will sing Native American tribal chants backwards through her vocoder, while accompanying herself on the electric cello - which she ain’t never studied.

And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary about his inability to hold an erection on high holy days.

And Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap, will perform her famous lawn chair-handcuff dance to the sounds of iced tea being
stirred…And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song

(Roger picks up a guiter and plays)

That doesn’t remind us of ‘Musetta’s Waltz’

Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions from Paris while accompanying herself on the 10-gallon plastic pickle tub.

And Collins will recount his exploits
as an Anarchist - Including the tale of
his successful reprogramming of the
MIT virtual reality equipment to self-destruct as it broadcasts the words:

‘Actual Reality - Act Up - Fight AIDS!’

Angel Quiz

by Makiba Shourisha
You Are an Angel of Death

You tend to have a dark sense of humor, but you are not as morbid as some people would expect.

You are bold and courageous. You’re willing to do what others won’t do… and to face what others won’t face.

You are very observant and wise. You have amazing insight into other people’s lives, but they are also scared of what you know.

You are eccentric, extremely quirky, and a bit of a loner. You have unusual interests that others don’t share.

What Type of Angel Are You?

Popular Career Test

by Makiba Shourisha
You Are a Rock Star

Even if you can’t play a single instrument, you’re a total rebel and creative type.

You couldn’t imagine yourself with a corporate job, and you couldn’t imagine having a boss.

You are expressive, original, and often times a bit moody. You are very real about who you are and what you’re feeling.

You tend to get in trouble a lot. You have a total bad girl or bad boy attitude, and you just always seem to be landing in hot water!

What Popular Career Are You?

Weekend Gaming

by Makiba Shourisha

Ate as outdone herself again. After a long long long hunt for an Ice Pick for my Ice Wing, after countless deaths of Priest, after fighting off sleep and finally deciding to sleep, she did get that prized and pricey Ice Pick. She didn’t even know it until she was out of the MVP room. She called me while I was in the kitchen, stuttering, with that Mastercard look on her face: Priceless.

She also bought me a Mistress Card worth 20 million. Ooh, yes,she is LOADED. RO-wise at least. :D She also bought herself one for reselling. The phrase “buy and sell” was coined with Ate in mind. So were the terms capitalism and commercialism. What is it with her unbelievable luck? She has found her calling: Playing RO to find items for other people. With her luck with cards and items, I won’t be surprised if she could come up with a +10 of every armor.

I’m still sleepy though. And yes, I’ve had coffee.

It’s Here

by Makiba Shourisha

The cursed moon cycle. Not one of my best days so to speak. :-(

However, Ate got to level up my Creator 10 levels higher in Bio Labs. My homonculus kept dying, but held her own against the other monsters. Sadly the floating rates this week is over, it was just a bonus because of the problems of the server prior to that.

I also found the mini bosses salamander and vagabond wolf and eclipse. I got the coveted angelic cardigan (again) and angelic protection. Sadly I died in Thor’s Volcano level 3 so I didn’t  get the Meteor armor.  The angelic cardigan I managed to make two +5’s and I’ll vend one while wear one. The rest of my armor for all characters and some in the storage are now +4’s, except for the +5 Magni’s Cap which I was able to make about 9.

More Level Up

by Makiba Shourisha

I correct myself. Ate had yet again achieved the impossible. After a wave of bad luck in which our farmed Bardiche was all destroyed in her over upping, she finally managed to make a +10 Bardiche for both of us. And there’s more to work on! Now I’m on an Elunium & Oridecon hunt to over up my armors and for Ate  to over up her weapons. I hope she has spent all the bad luck last night that there isn’t any left overs today.

My homonculus has just reached max level due to hunting for Dragon Scales in Abyss Lake. I had been selling them only to find out that we need them for the Chef Hat quest so we can cook, essentially the job of Creators.

No caffeine fix yet for the day so I’m practically brain dead. So that’s all for now.

I am Top Librarian & Top User

by Makiba Shourisha

Just found out today although it was posted 2 days ago. I’ so excited to find out that this week I am listed as number 5 out of 50 top users this week in Good Reads. Also, I’m listed as number 3 top librarian - probably for painstakingly manually adding books which were not in their database, complete with minute details of ISBN, pictures of book jackets, and book size/dimensions.

Check out my page (see sidebar) of Good Reads books I’ve read and my Good Reads profile. Pics below:




Dessert Menu Test

by Makiba Shourisha
You Are Successful and Picky

You are a total idealist. Once you get your mind set on something being a certain way, you won’t give up on your dream.

You can also be a perfectionist. You pay attention to details, and you can’t stand mistakes or flaws.

You tend to be a bit dominant and bossy. You do the job right, and it bothers you when other people don’t.

You may be difficult to work with, but you are truly gifted. It’s likely you’re a genius in some way, and others recognize that.

The Dessert Menu Test

Level Up

by Makiba Shourisha

Ate has achieved the near impossible. She has levelled up 2 of my characters to max levels through leeching. And that while she was cramping with the curse of the moon cycle. The SG and SN. I couldn’t vend the Scrolls of All Knowledge so I used all 15 on my Creator. Now I’m levellng her while searching for Ice Cubics for the Ice Wing quest and Eluniums for refining my armor. I have refined my Magni’s Cap to +5 after destroying 4 for +10. Also the Fricco’s Shoes to the safe level of +4 and the Manteau to +4.

I also redesigned the color schemes of all my characters clothes and hair. I retained their hairstyles though, except for the SN.

I gave Ate the Ashura and Assassin Dagger for her Ninja. Hopefully I remember to give her the pile of Bardiche so she can refine them with her Whitesmith.

Day Start

by Makiba Shourisha

We started our day rather late today. I was up at 7:30 and no one was around. I decided to catch up on the news and watched some TV. It was 9:35 when Ate came down. I guess the pumpkin cutting really took its toll on her. I ate some - well, a LOT of - yellow watermelons because there was nothing else to eat. Yeah sure, there was home cooked food and spices and raw eggs and powdered beverages - all of which are stored in the ref which are not really all that edible if you think about it.

Day’s End

by Makiba Shourisha

As is usual when I’m with Ate, the day tends to end when the sun rises. Today’s culmination of our day consisted of finally reaching 255 for both my Star Gladiator and her Whitesmith. She also gave me a silver fairy wing. I’m still trying to decide which of my characters will wear it. So far, I have a High Priestess ho needs an Ice Wing imbued with a Mistress Card, a Star Gladiator that needs a Falcon Muffler to complete the Odin’s Blessing set, a Creator that needs to wait until the Filir’s intimacy reaches Loyal from Awkward, and a Super Novice that needs a Star Dust Blade and an Angel’s Kiss to complete the Guardian Angel super novice equip set.

We sort of planted a flag in a little corner in Bio Labs and literally drove away everyone who tried to stay there to farm the 16 kinds of homonculi. She would buff us so that they would see through the cast spell over our heads that we were in a party, I would hit the monsters once then leave them to devour the players who had their noses stuck where it shouldn’t be (with NOKS turned on so they would miss), and we would follow the players and be down right annoying bullies. They always left, even the one with the most staying power, a mage who thought she could wear us out. But we were prepared to do it all day. My sister has turned competition and perseverance into an art and I have turned aggression into a science. Yes, that’s our version of colonization. The concept is not exclusively White you know.

Then outside the virtual world, we had to help cut up the pumpkin for lunch. Her nerves were bruised from cutting the sections and my bones are rattled from dicing them by hammering the knife through the pumpkin slices against the kitchen counter. I was surprised to find out that not all vegetables are soft and easy on the chopping boards.

It’s beginning to be an almost amiable Saturday morning. What I regret though is that I couldn’t play HKO yet because of the eons-long bug problem that HKO Phils could not seem to resolve. It’s a lot less violent there and I could use a real stress reliever, but the long long long LONG wait for news about HKO Phils GMs, bug repairs, and scrapped tools replacement is causing more stress than relief.

Next Unatraction

by Makiba Shourisha

The signals are here. Signals that herald the coming of bloodshed. Like crankiness and crabbiness and lethargy. Man can walk on the moon, clone human beings, and yet nothing can be done about THIS.

Cheesecake Test

by Makiba Shourisha
You Are a Raspberry Cheesecake

You are opinionated and a little stubborn. You believe that you know what’s best.

You are confident and knowledgeable. And if you don’t know the answer to something, you look it up.

You’re a great thinker who comes up with innovative ideas. Some of the things you believe are pretty controversial.

You tend to be on the cutting edge of trends. People eventually catch up with you - five or ten years down the road.

The Cheesecake Test

Not Much

by Makiba Shourisha

It was one of my best friend’s birthday today. We were supposed to meet in school so she can claim some papers but she couldn’t find her ID.

Ate and I levelled up in Bio Labs. I have last 20 levels for my Star Gladiator and then I can move on to my Super Novice and Creator. Last night she killed her Dryad (Lif) after an epiphany concerning its evolution. Good thing I got the right version of Filir, an ugly chick which will evolve into a Phoenix, not the pretty purple bird that wll evolve to just another big purple bird.

While I was asleep she managed to get me another Glove from the Mummies in the Pyramids. Now I have to hunt for the Blue Tinted Feathers and finish my collection of Ice Cubics. Then I can make an Ice Wing for my High Priestess. We also managed to get 2 Angelic Cardigans for my Super Novice. We went to Sograt Desert every 30 minutes to search and kill the Vagabond Wolf. Plus we got the second strongest weapon for a Creator, the Bardiche, from the Sacred Shrine of Freya, from the Seekers. We still have to go back for a chance to get a Star Dust Blade for Super Novice. And I have to go back to Niflheim for the Disguise to get another Crest of the Rider.

We were pretty much satisfied with the results of our farming.

At work, still no word. I’m getting impatient about my salary. Maybe I should pursue another career, but I’m not sure I want to. But then again, maybe my comfort zone needs a little jostling.

Scheduled RO Quest

by Makiba Shourisha

Setting out to do this quest: ICE WING QUEST

The Ice Carver has come to Lutie to make Ice Wings for everyone interested.

The Ice Carver is in Lutie (225, 159). Give him the required items and choose either a cutter or an ice pick.

  • 2000 Ice Cubic
  • 2 Mystic Frozen
  • 2 Glove
  • 6 Blue Tinted Feather

If you choose the ice pick, you get a 100% success chance. If you choose the cutter, the ice wing creation has a 50% success chance.

What People Envy

by Makiba Shourisha
People Envy Your Compassion
You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others’ happiness and pain.

People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them.

What Do People Envy About You?

Winding Down

by Makiba Shourisha

Have contacted work. Will go tomorrow PM. Hopefully all turn out well. BFFs birthday coming. Ate invented yummy sausage-potato omelette because of hunger. Did some laundry. Levelling up in RO while floating rates this week. Saw racist Elora Raine of Festival Children guild right beside me in Bio Labs. Hmph. Will post pics when no longer addicted.

Chocolate Test

by Makiba Shourisha
You Are Chocolate Truffles

You are unpredictable and even a little zany. No one knows what to expect when you’re around.

You have a short attention span and need a lot of variety in your life.You are easily addicted to the things that you love. It’s hard for you to only eat one chocolate from the box.

What Chocolate Dessert Are You?


by Makiba Shourisha

We are going boss monster hunting now but I feel more like going monster boss hunting. Tomorrow maybe since they are not yet replying nor they ever do .

Dawn or Dusk

by Makiba Shourisha
You Are Dusk

You are a naturally idealistic and creative person. You look forward to nights where everything is possible.

You spend most of your energy on play. Work is okay, but the true you emerges after the work day is done.

You’re an offbeat type that doesn’t like rules or schedules. Life’s too short to waste at a desk in a cube.

Whether you spend your night socializing or working on side projects, you like that your time is yours.

Are You Dusk or Dawn?

Psyching Up

by Makiba Shourisha

I’m going to work tomorrow, at least just to get my pay for February. How lame is that? It’s like April! I don’t know yet how things will turn out since the summer is different from the regular workdays. Almost always, when we get threatened out of our comfort zone we realize just what we are capable of. If things don’t turn out well at a time like this I suppose something better is in store, if only I allow myself to see it.

Telenovelicity is Genetic

by Makiba Shourisha

Telenovelicity is genetic. They just haven’t found the gene yet.

Ate was relieved to know, “You’re still my little sister” when I told her I’m still waiting for a particular Something to happen. A Something with a capital S.

Family dysfunctionality is becoming passe as each moment thanks to media and pop psychology. I suppose each group of people, whether it be a family, school, workplace, convent, or retirement home all has it’s own set of BS. We had chips and soda talking about changes in the family down the years which inevitably led to talking about all the weird guys in our lives and, well, I apparently win the guy weirdness scale. Must be part of my wiring somehow that only suicidal, gay, holy, and married men get attracted to me like fruit flies to a forbidden fruit.

“We have drama in the family,” she said incredulously, as if realizing it for the first time. I practically invented the concept, at least as far as this family’s drama scale is concerned.

Some people complain that their lives are so blah, bland, and boring. I could use a little blah myself. Make that a lot of blah. Leading a life stranger than fictional telenovelas gets tiring sometimes. At least soap operas get their happy ending.

Same Repeats

by Makiba Shourisha

Due to the daily internet faulty connection caused by the phone company’s screw ups, Ate decided to play Neverwinter Nights again. It felt like walking down memory lane. The last time we played was 9 years ago. At least it says so in the file that she was able to salvage through the several transitions from hard disk to hard disk. However, 9 years ago, a few years prior and many ears hence, are all years I’d like to delete from memory. In fact, there’s no memory I think worth preserving. I strive each day to make that day as far as possible in resemblance from any I have ever had so that I could start making memories I would like to keep.

To distract myself, I had to attend to the demands of work life. I called up one from work and got slow-witted empty responses. I’m not exactly known for patience but at least I’m not known for stupidity. So about work…well that’s still an unknown. As for the East house, I called and - no surprise with the way things are already going - the paint job has not even been started yet. The others are still waiting to tie up loose ends. I have packed my stuff weeks ago and I’m pretty sure my bike, among others, have been violated and mutilated already, as is common practice in residences like that.

Wonder when I can start making memories I’d want to keep? Without these repeat performances of frustrating events and behavior around me for once?

Last Day

by Makiba Shourisha

This might be my last vacation day. Unless of course something unfortunate has happened or will happen when I get back to work. Heaven forbid. Got to have work even if it is work. I’m gonna miss gaming and watching Gilmore Girls and Heroes and Macross Frontier.

Macross and RO Again

by Makiba Shourisha

We’ve finished watching Macross Frontier. We played a little RO. She leeched me with her Angra. Some random player had given her coins worth some Euros with which she bought the god weapon. Cool huh?

She’s asleep now. I’m kinda sleepy too. But I had slept for about 6 hours last night and I think I’ll read some first before hitting the sack.

Floating Rates and Racism

by Makiba Shourisha

A certain player sponsored 3 consecutive floating rates in RO just now. That was 3 hours of gaming to grab the opportunity for higher drops and XP. Some guy named Black Sage asked for Skel-Bones while we were in the Orc Dungeon. I had to hurry to Pront and asked him to hurry there so I could give it to him. I also gave the 200+ from my storage. It was just too dangerous in the Orc Dungeon. He was very thankful and all but I couldn’t pause to respond to his PMs. Time was my enemy. A floating rates sponsorship lasts only for 60 minutes.

There was this female character, Elora Raine, who made a public invitation to join her guild. According to her, she wanted a non-warring casual guild, and that was fine with me. I’m not exactly crazy about warring either, to defend a castle against other guilds. What was off-putting was when she asked me where I was from. I told her which country and she said that she was “actually doubtful of Filipinos”. Whazzzup with that?!?! Racism is so 16th century!!! Hello?

Last time I checked my history books, colonization was dead. No one has called the Philippines “exotic” since the dawn of the 19th century. Spain, USA, and Japan themselves are allies of this country. I didn’t realize that even in a gaming environment, disdain is so deeply ingrained in one’s psyche that people hardly notice it. Or am I not allowed to be appalled by a generalizing racist put-down since I was not flat out called “Indio” to my face?

It was the first time I was looked down on for being Filipino. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. Until tonight racism had been just a concept I knew was experienced first hand by my countrymen in foreign lands. Sometimes just being born Pinoy was enough to get them killed. It’s a different story when it happens to oneself. I used to teach ESL to East Asians but they were bound to respect me since they were in my country and I was their teacher. Not to mention their high regard for their elders and all teachers. I have tons of friends from different countries and I had never seen the slightest hint of aversion from them just because I happened to be born where I was born. Some foreigners from all corners of the planet had been my classmates and they were, at the very least, cordial. I guess the anonymity of the virtual world allows for the liberty to be one’s real self - and if being racist is part of that self, there’s little else to hold back from being that self online.

So much for equality in a global community. Maybe some people are just “more equal” than others.


by Makiba Shourisha

The power outage gets more regular and gets longer each day. And they really had to do it at the height of summer, huh? And at the height of heat: noon onwards. I’m not surprised with the way Meralco schedules the El Niño response but it pisses me off just the same. They have always chosen the worst times to inconvenience the citizens and get away with merely a few words when interviewed for the evening news. Same goes for the water company and the phone company. But Meralco has always been the evilest lot for the past few decades. No sign of that changing anytime soon. Meanwhile, the moths get more and more vicious and we have turn off all the lights and PCs while waiting for them to leave. They think it’s going to rain soon with the crazy heat, but they’ve been wrong for the past how many days. It hasn’t rained nor will it rain anytime soon. I want to take a shower but that will attract the moths to the bathroom light. My only consolation is that in this part of the world, nobody dies from extreme heat or extreme cold.


by Makiba Shourisha

We are now in Heroes Season 4. Next week Glee returns. There was a power outage which affected the phone lines. But the internet is back. When my sis finishes Plants vs Zombies we’ll watch again.


by Makiba Shourisha

We practically slept all day after hitting the sack this AM at 10. We finished Heroes Season 3 and we are now just beginning to recover from the excitement.

Easter Fireworks

by Makiba Shourisha

My memory must be faulty. I forgot or didn’t really expect that there would be fireworks today. The Easter Triduum ended around 8 PM Saturday. It is now 1 AM of Sunday. And the blasted fireworks are driving me up the wall. They have been shaking the earth quite literally for over an hour now. Talk about austerity measures. So who’s to say it’s a poor country? The Church has always been known for extravagant showcasing. Bring in the heady mix of Chinese and Spanish roots and there you have it - lengthy, superstitious, food-laden, noisy Christian celebrations.

Good Reads

by Makiba Shourisha

Check out my new page (see sidebar) GOOD READS I RECOMMEND. Wordpress, which powers our Sanrio blogs, doesn’t allow the use of Flash and Javascript so I can’t add the Good Reads widget. (Come on, Wordpress peeps! Other blogging services allow this!) However, I manually posted pics of book jackets which I have read.

The list is far too short of the actual list I have read. The list is longer in my Good Reads profile, but then again, my profile doesn’t really reflect a better picture of my taste and reading range in books. I haven’t updated my Good Reads profile now that I’m getting ready to end my sweet sweet sweet vacation.

I’ll be able to update this even when I go back to the East, though possibly not as frequently as I can do so in the North. For now, I have to get back to The Angel’s Game by Zafon before my time runs out.

End of Vacation

by Makiba Shourisha

Tomorrow, Easter Sunday, is my last day of vacation. I’m going back to reality. But I can’t go back to the East just yet since the painting job isn’t over. I might as well make the most out of my last few remaining moments of fun.

Good Friday is for Resting

by Makiba Shourisha

After all, God is supposedly dead today. We’ve all maxed out our energies last night and this morning. My sis is struggling to play her RO but fell asleep right beside me. And at the rate my eyes are going, I’m about to follow her in dreamland.

Still Up

by Makiba Shourisha

Played RO all night. Guests have left. Now sleepy. Pictures later.

At the Home-made Internet Cafe

by Makiba Shourisha

The Angel's GameFriends came over tonight. We are playing RO on our respective PCs. Or at least they are playing right now. I’ll catch up in a bit. After my other online activities. They’ll most probably stay until morning. There’s roast chicken and bags of chips and a large bottle of soda. One of them brought canned cherry Coke and my most awaited The Angel’s Game by Carlos Ruiz Zafon. Oh happy night!

Chocolate Test

by Makiba Shourisha
The Chocolate Oracle Says You’re Classy

You are sophisticated, modern, and high class. Your taste is refined, but you are not picky.

You are often the first to try something new.

You are honest and straight forward. You have a distinct personality, and you make your opinions known. And while people like that you keep it real, you can come off as judgmental.

You love being by yourself and thinking. Developing your own theories and ideas is fun. You feel lost when you’re forced to be social. Being with other people can be lonely for you.

The Chocolate Oracle

Maundy Thursday is for April Fools

by Makiba Shourisha

So it’s Maundy Thursday. The Christian world is commemorating the Last Supper and the Agony in the Garden of Gethsemane. Or at least they will, later tonight.

Meanwhile, since I have long relegated my hyper-involvement with the Church to a far away backroom after a gradual realization of things, I continue to live my existence devoid of Christian fanfare. Or mourning. Whichever applies. I don’t care. It’s more of an April Fools’ Day as far as I’m concerned.

One of our philosophy professors once said that he prefers to believe that there’s a god because it’s strategic. It was quite something since most philo profs have quite infamously earned the reputation as agnostics or atheists. He said it in the vernacular, but in English, it’s something like, “If it turns out there is NO god, I’ll be fine. If it turns out there IS a god, I’m dead.” Well, it was funnier in the vernacular.

As for me, I subscribe to the school of thought that says that the idea of a deity or deities is a man-made concept, conceived to address the complex and endless needs of man. Again, I don’t care. I could present an entire dissertation on the matter supporting my view…only if I did care enough to spend my waking hours on a matter that couldn’t bother me less.

What bothers me though is the people forcing their beliefs and practices on me. Like attending mass and all the dangling modifiers attached to it. How is that any different from communists forcibly taking away religion or non-Christian extremists executing Christians? At least I could see where commies are coming from: Religion is the opium of the masses. Or better yet, the placebo of the masses. Or the panacea of the despairing. Or the miracle of the fatalistic.

It’s my friend’s birthday today and she couldn’t even have a proper celebration because her birthday happens to fall on this day. Bugger that.

“As for me and my house, we will”… celebrate the remaining vacation!

When the coffee starts to kick in, I’ll get back to my RO and HKO. There’s a funny sight in RO today: All the female characters are cats and all the males are chickens! Earlier, someone blurted out, “I’m a c*** and you’re a p****!” Naughty! Bad chickie! Bad!

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