Status: Idle.

We're now going into the 11th week of the term, but I've been still unproductive lately.

Like a slut with AIDS.

I hate to admit it, but I am one lazy-ass bastard. MP's, project and system proposal, simulations. Hell, you could even count in my two failed quizzes in complex analysis. Call me "butaw". I'll take it.

Not that I do not want to do anything, though. I am trying hard, it's just I'm in the unlucky case of being the odd-man out and losing "skills" (programming skills, perhaps) at the same time.

My resources could be also a factor. I used to whine at myself last term about not being able to do a lot of things because of the "laptop mania", and also because our PC was down. The PC's back and running again. It now sports a 3GHz processor, but the memory... THE MEMORY... is breaking all hell loose. It's situation is so bad that I don't want to even emphasize it anymore. I can already sense you whispering the word "Palusot", so there's no need for me to continue.

Or maybe I'm just too distracted with the things that are going on lately. Hmm...

Living the Fantasy

A few months back, somebody asked me through an instant messenger, "Anong online game ang nilalaro mo ngayon?"

I answered back with "fantasy basketball!", which was enough for him to reply with "o_O".

Yes, this is my first time to join such. I was invited by some of my classmates in a Yahoo! fantasy basketball league that doesn't have to involve exhausting money on my wallet (Usually, my classmates have a "betting league" where they each put down money and the winner at the end of the season gets all the prize, I think).

The first league that I joined in got fucked up through rampant cheating (for example, the number 1-ranked team as of date has... prepare for this... Shawn Marion, Steve Nash, Amare Stoudemire, Dirk Nowitzki, Kevin Garnett and Agent Zero - all 6 All-Stars of them - IN A 16-TEAM LEAGUE).

So now I would like to share my team from the second, cleaner league. Though it's a big deal since there are only the four of us playing it right now (the others abandoned their team), I would like to share how much my team has improved.

During the drafting, I got to start on the 5th pick. I wasn't able to participate in the live draft, so I had to settle with the automatic drafting. After a few adjustments on my pre-draft ranking, I ended up with this:



Roughly four months later, after scouring the free agents and waivers list (purely pick-ups, no trades involved), enduring injuries, man-handling excess games played, and reading through analysis after analysis after analysis, I now have this:



It's a close fight for the four of us that are left playing in this league, with only 1 point on average separating each other. I am currently tied at the #1 spot, but a few mishaps from my team and the players of other teams get amazing statistics (say, Carlos Boozer gets 200 rebounds), the other guys rejoice.

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PS. Pardon for the lack of creativity for the title. Living the Fantasy is the title of Rick Kamla's, a fantasy basketball analyst, column at NBA entertainment and on the NBA's website.

When sarcasm strikes

As if the "ice-candy kids" didn't have enough of my irritated presence, I had wrongly bursted out the remaining frustations... with my blockmates.

Everything seemed fine in last night's YM conference, until I noticed they have started using the voice function. Everyone can hear each other, except for me and another person in the conference.

Reading through the messages, I was literally saying each word that the question "What the fuck?" has.

It was all fine at first, thinking that "Ok, it has to be somewhere here in the options that will enable that function". I even asked a few people how I can hear the voice messages. I was scouring everything that the Preferences menu has, but to no avail.

So I gave up for a while and tried conversing with them the usual way of typing. Short messages later, they are all going "Hey, listen to this!". All they had in the conference window were just reactions.

Want my reaction? Here,

Status message: What the flying fuck is going on?

All of a sudden, I got disconnected. GOD, I NEEDED THAT. But I thought that wasn't ok. So I played cool, asked one of them to invite me again.

But it wasn't over.

"Salita naman!"

That question pissed me off a bit. So I asked them,

"Anong klaseng salita?"

It was a sarcastic question, obviously. I had to let them specify whether the salita they were referring to was by means of typing, or by a microphone.

I thought some might have noticed me already, so they are all mentioning a girl's name again. Sarcastically still...

me: sorry, wala akong mic
classmate: nde kailangan ng mic para umamin irwin
me: ahh
me: pwede palang mag-type dito?

And as they always say, adding salt to the wound...

classmate: may tao pa ba dito?
me: bawal mag-type

...

me: kala ko ba puro voice lang
me: kaya walang lumalabas dito?

Why, somebody did thought that there was something wrong going on in me!

classmate: ako at si sha lang ang may mic
classmate: nagpapatugtog si sha un lang

A few minutes later, they all left.

But before the conference ended, I had some final word:

me: I'm getting asleep just by looking.

Tough day, indeed.

The Truth.

I'm back.

I'm still having some fun at Multiply. I took my updates there, thinking that there, I will get the much-needed attention for my posts (getting 50+ replies in a recent entry is unbelievable). Four of my classmates have left their old blogs for Multiply, and it seemed like I was next.

Not yet.

The black background. The fact that only a handful of people know this place. The posts that are more serious and true that any of my other blogs.

If an analogy has to be made, my Multiply blog is my head, where I can see and hear things, and at the same time tell people about it.

This site, however, is what's really goes on inside the head.

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The Masamune. As stated in this blog's header, it is the sword that kills, and the sword that gives life.

In my own P.O.V., this is what the truth is supposed to be. It may be a weapon that can hurt, but it is also capable of providing enlightenment and peace of mind. It applies to both the wielder, and to those people in which the weapon was used for, or against to.