My 1st post got erased. Sigh. You'll have to settle for the abbreviated version below:
8:00 AM - Ensuring the ATX team and their friends didn't die prematurely.
9:30 AM - The Call. (Listen baby I’m sorry. Just wanna tell you don’t worry. I will be late, don’t stay up and wait for me. Say again, you’re dropping out, my battery is low. Just so you know, we’re going to a place nearby.Gotta go!) Dammit, where did that come from?!?! It was my dad calling for assistance with a spreadsheet.
10:00 AM - I go, I go, I go, I go, I go.
11:00 AM - The cavalry AKA me, has arrived. Off I go then.
12:00 AM - Lunch at a chicken restaurant, where my meal which cost PhP 120 was charged against a government agency's budget. Sweet! I feel so evil!!!

I spent the afternoon at the shop, getting information and data from the Net.

I hope these guys make it into SRW OG 2. This baby is confirmed in, as is its drool-worthy pilot.

My head hurts. Pressure is mounting.
Today the shop was visited by a couple frat tools.
Up till now, I still don't get it. Why people need to be paddled a dozen times or more so that they can be considered as members of an institution of dubious repute. And why some people believe that they need it.
Baka baka.
The frat tools wanted to print out their initiation rites programme - y'know, like the one for graduations, or weddings, or plays - they had a programme for hazing.
That's right - hazing. Part of the document that I remembered, which of course any members of the so-called fraternity will deny, follows:

I LOVE TAU ................................................... 1 PADDLE
I LOVE TAU GAMMA .................................. 1 PADDLE

Of course, if my organization had some stuff like this written down in its rules , I'd purge the Recent Documents folder of the document I had to print, too. Just like what those frat scum did.

Just a little something I whipped together for my girlfriend last night as she was despairing over her mother.

I... wanna be with you now
Futari no distance
Is a pain in this instance

I gotta go now before the Utada Hikaru fanatics mob me to death. Ciao.

It's Saturday again. Which means that I'm imprisoned once more in our PC rental shop, trying not to go psychotic as I deal with a neurotic Epson Stylus Color printer and electronic escape junkies. Doing absoultely 0% work on my thesis, as a result.

Today is a cloudy day. I just checked the window after hearing a boom of thunder - there goes another one. Sigh.

If I told my mother that I hated watching the shop, she'll probably banish me from it until it closes down. It's not the watching per se that I detest, but the people.

Topping my list are those gaming addicts that don't even bother letting you know that they're gonna sit down and escape for a few minutes (or hours) from reality. Whenever this happens, I just glare at them, but when they make it so that they slip in behind a console while I'm dealing with the neurotic Epson, I lose it and let loose some some of my frustration.

Next on my list are those kids that I hear for the whole school week don't go to their classes and spend their allowances on us instead. Now, that may sound hypocritical, seeing as they're giving us they're money instead of those evil school canteens that make evil food, (food that doesn't taste good, or tastes good but still leaves you hungry after finishing it) but I really want to ask them point-blank: Hindi ka pa ba nagsasawa? Araw-araw na may pasok na ginawa ng Diyos nandito ka, tapos ngayon andito ka na naman? (Every God-forsaken school day, you're here, and now, Saturday, you're here again?)

Following a close third are those kids that like to aim the industrial fans steady at themselves and not let the fans sweep the room. I'm like, "Did you learn nothing from kindergarten, or first grade?" Those kids tick me off.

I take a good look out the window - what the heck, it's sunny again! It's hot as blazes, it's humid, clouds cover the skies in the distance, but the sun is shining! I'll go take another look.

(Leaves computer to peer out the window.)

(Returns to computer to write some more.)

It's your typical 2:30 afternoon in Quezon City - hot, sunny, bright. No more thunderclaps and dark clouds in the vicinity. As I type, a small break in my skin (courtesy of punching the side of the Epson) sends out little stingers of pain. It's not bleeding anymore.

I'm writing again. No, that's not totally true - I'm back to writing in my blog again. Not that there's anything earth-shaking to write about, in my point of view.

During my absence, I seem to have gotten myself a girlfriend along the way, muddled through a change in majors, and have landed in graduating class.

I've been addicted to online gaming, MMORPGs in particular. Especially the ones that are free. Free is good. As my brother would say, free is beer.

I don't drink beer. It doesn't agree with me - no sort of drinking alcohol does. Sadly, the same could be said to those MMORPGs that I've recently discovered.

I am vehemently anti-PK, no matter how much the bastard deserves it. (For those not in the know, PK stands for Player Killing - instead of hunting down monsters, PKers prey on weak and weak-looking players. This sub-race of gamers really makes me wish I was a hacker - I'd have wiped them guys out but good.) Too often, Pking and PKers abound in those games that are free - which is a sick sorta thing. Cases in point - Mu Online, Conquest Online, and from the look of the control panel, Sky Blade.

I mean, what the fuck is up with those sickos? I can understand wanting revenge for some guy bad-mouthing you, or killing monsters you've worked so hard to bring to near death (known as Kill-Stealing or KS), or stealing the items that your kill dropped (known as Looting), but damn it all, lashing out against bystanders?

I guess one could look at MMORPGs as a medium for those immature individuals to let loose their psychotic, anti-social, sociopathic, and homicidal tendencies. If viewed that way, the RPG in MMORPG for them then translates to "let's go kill other people online because I can't get away with it in the real world."

Sucm-of-the-earth PKers might argue that they ARE playing a role, that of a bad guy. A villain. After all, what fantasy world would be complete without them, right? If that's their case, why don't they just sit in a corner and stick their thumbs into their noses? Kahit sila ang tanungin mo, they would not like the idea of some other person sitting by a keyboard over-killing them just for the sheer hell of it. So, why do they persist?

Power-tripping? Perhaps. Most likely. In a way, it's saying, "Nya, nya, I can do whatever I want, like kill you, so hah." Wow, that's so mature, Pointdexter, now it's time for you to go back to watching Sesame Street.

What it seems to me is, it smacks of noobery (the practice of being a noob, a newb = newbie, aka first-time player) not just in the gaming world but in the real one as well. Ultimately, no matter how many other players PKers send to their Maker, sadly, it won't make their penises grow. Not even an inch.