So I was listening to Rick "King of Cheese" Astley today whilst bumming around the car on my ass, waiting for the traffic to ebb and flow. I look out the window out of pure boredom and start gasping and screaming like a maniac at our answer to American Roadkill.

Bloody, tiny, feline carcass of unidentifiable breed stained the asphalt with its pitiful little remains. Head gone missing and probably lodged between the ridges of an 18-wheeler, and torso and waist separated so nicely the meaty strings of red were the first thing one would see had they too been unfortunate enough to gaze out their window at the same exact spot as me.

Poor thing.

RIP.

:(

It's ze end of ze world, and I feel fiiiiiine.

But seriously now, school really knows how to bring a gal's spirits down. If anything, the mathematics are totally killing me from the inside, like a chest-burster except now it's a cranial-driller. Bloody numbers are seriously hurting me right now. But I've been through worse, so chances are I will survive this onslaught of numerical insanity with the same fortitudeI displayed during my wee venture to the Americas when I stood for three brutal hours under the hot North American sun just to watch the Universal Studious production of Spider-Man: The Musical!

*DONEWHINGINGCUEHAPPINESS*

On the other hand, English is totally aces. My English teacher is ridiculously sarcastic and is somehow as obsessed with pop culture as me. I sense a connection here, and it's not just 'cause English is my favorite subject in the whole entire unfathomable universe. Nope! I feel that there is a soul sister for me somewhere inside that waif-like frame of hers.

Me so happy right now. :)

Yeah, you read that right. ROXEL.

Roxas and Axel's loverly little psychotic lovechild, he who lusts after Xally and Xiggy's own little lovechild like the horny bastard he is.

Me and Inah have to much freetime on our hands. And weird imaginations fuelled by that chemical we all love to call insanity.

Saix + Xemnas = Xavier (evil short chap who serves as the unofficial boss to the lot, apparently the whole troop is entirely loyal to him )
Xaldin + Xigbar = Xengki (extremely sweet and sensitive doting mother figure who is as gay as pink ink)
Marluxia + Vexen = Max and Nix (Nix is the pretty boy with the waist of a cheerleader and the whip of a dominatrix who is completely devoted to his brother Max, the perpetually sleepy slackoff who is actually the one who is the most in touch with the different worlds)
Lexaeus + Zexion = Beatrix (Xavier's all-around right-hand woman who also serves as his one-chick fanclub. She also has marvelous breasts.)
Roxas + Axel = Roxel (Mischevious nutter who constantly drives everyone insane on a daily basis. Loves Xengki with the entirety of his none-being.)

We're not asking ya to love them. WEWEREBOREDKBYENOW.

Hey, if Marvel can make a comic based on ol' Pope John Paul II's life story, this was bound to happen sometime.

Jesus is bringing manga back.

So...
when does shipment for east asia begin?

Dear God,

The last the few months of my 3rd Year in SPCP were hellish like having to sit through a Lindsay Lohan/Hillary Duff movie marathon minus Mean Girls. Ala Ludovico Technique. All thanks to one particular wench who, no offense to her family, was the first actual person I had ever met who I could say was a slut.

54 boyfriends/stalkers/boyfriend wannabes. (She told me this)

Went to bar right after prom with her boyfriend to do the bar-hopping thing. (She told me this too. TMI, sweetie, TMI)

Bazooms the size of "OHTHEHUMANITY" zeppelins rivalling those of Dolly "Be-Bop-A-Lula!" Parton. It's the bra, not the bazooms that make them...float like balloons. Srsly. She likes 'em that way.

She was nice, but that can only take you so far. She was stupid, which is a bad combination if you weep like your precious pet scottie died simply because yo' mama forbade you from going to the mall one 'noon and nothing more (which by the way was a punishment she got for staying at a friend's place until 1 in the wee morn. She told me this too.) and you didn't help out one bit in our World His project. Apparently, she needs help rephrazing Leonardo's accomplishments into her own words. You cannot spell AGONY or SCRATCH without aid, please grow a few brain cells dear.

St. Paul may be a good(?) school, but also consider your abilities and limitations. Please, go to a school which can prove much easier for you to keep up with. Because if I hear you say "Great Britain" ala Nora Aunor AGAIN I'll kill you. 15 times I taught it to you, and you still couldn't get it. 

The dislike started when she became my seatmate. WORST EXPERIENCE EVER.

Not dislike, more of pity, because the only thing she's good at is all but within the vein of beautifying the self.

 All in the name of looking hot for the boiz.

 (Not to nitpick, but who the fuck buys 4k worth of contact lenses just to look PRETTY? Sana nagsalamin ka na lang, it would make you look slightly smarter.)

PLEASE DON'T LET HER BE MY CLASSMATE NEXT YEAR.
PLEASE OH PLEASE.

I'm on my knees, I'm on my nose.

:(

Methinks that my taste in original characters (characters created by yours truly in their own niches) is slowly leaning towards the yuri subgroup.
Wala lang. :P

(AlexandraTalbot*31*xEleanoreMelendres*29*)

POTC 3...

If you've played Bust A Gr(M)oove 2, then you should remember that aces song from Heat's Level.

Listening to it has made me feel utterly nostalgic because memories serve me images of a wee me gushing over the awesomeness of Heat and his sexy flaming jumpsuits. Plus it would make an awesome theme song for that Loreal Freeze Gel Poster Lad and his Chakrams of Death.

I don't like him that much but this would be HIS THEME SONG were he a dances-and-prances gaming character.

Much love Squeenix

I think I'm in love.


When I start working, I want my best friend to be just like him. XD

So I watched Spider-Man 3 last night.

And what did I think of it?

Well...

I haven't felt this filthy from anything so dubiously scandalous ever since I discovered all those years ago that I actually enjoyed playing Kratos' threesome mini-game the best out of the whole  game.

Well, I have my stupid little sister to blame for that. Her and her stupid penchant for all things locally televized and overdone with melodramatic overtones. Her and her stupid love for that damn remake of a popular 80's telenovela which my own mother personally watched and remembers with tears in her eyes.


Damn you, Maria Flordeluna...why the hell did you have to get interesting?
Why the hell did Gary have to use Leo's best friend to plant false evidence into his computer supporting Leo's alleged protection of the country's smuggling syndicate?
Why the hell did Mamita and Wilma have to be such vile bitches worthy of hellish flagellation from Beelzebub himself?
Why did Jo have to walk around carrying Leo's baby just days before he was shot by his very own half-brother.

Damn mother and sister...ang lakas ng impluwensya ninyo.

At least that's one more IRL show me and my sister agree on.

The other two are CSI and Project Runway.

Could you possibly call this sisterly bonding? HOSNAP. *shudders*
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*Randompichere!*
I felt like uploading this cos it amuses me too much!

My scanner died on me. It was almost 3 years old. *sob* So, yeah....I won't be able to post anythin' for a while.

Pity.

This morning, while chugging down pancakes and listening to Def Leppard's Pour Some Sugar on Me on max volume (my dad's not here, he's at Hiroshima :P) some comic ideas for my chibi OrgyXIII hit me.

XALDIN AND XIGBAR RECRUITING ADVENTURES!!!

My entire pokemon team on Pearl is nothing but women. Seriously, I was expecting a male Lucario when Riley gave me my Riolu egg, but when it hatched, WTF?!! It's a girl?!?!

And the chances of getting a female Lucario are like 12% to a whopping 88.

Empoleon? Girl.
Luxray? Chick.
Staraptor? Femme.
Misdreavus? Lady.
Lucario? Jailbait Lassie.
Vespiqueen? 100% X Chromosome.

Ears. Let's talk about Ears.

Ever notice how Xaldin, Xigbar and Saix have different ears from the rest? I did, and I'm kinda peeved that Squeenix didn't really elaborate on their past lives so as to give explanations for their weird shell-likes. It could just be me, but I think that these three are the last members of a dead race of pariahs.

It would explain the personalities they possess in squick-worthy fanfics, which border on brutal and almost machiavellian-sadistic.

So...

These three would be the sole survivors of a race of heretics and cannibals whose homeworld was wiped out completely by the heartless. Braig and Dilly ended up together on some planet while Sai (let's call him that now, 'kay, or would you rather have Isa?) somehow got thrown to another entirely different world.  Braig and Dilly woke up in the slave trade and were bought by Ansem, who was under a bet by a friend that he couldn't turn the two of them into amiable human beings within a month.

Sai, on the other hand, ended up better. The personal sex slave of some socialite with a mean streak and a dungeon-ful of toys and a harem of hungry girlies ready for some action from their mistress' fave boytoy.

Yeah, I need to get out more.

Went shopping with pater today and bought some awesome stuff that totally rocks my world.

First off, POKEMON PEARL!!!! hfjdhjgsjgjfhfl;wkdjefwiriejdcnvhgfiuhreufu!!! Was hoping for Diamond, but Pearl is good too. 'Cept Dialga is cooler, but still...can't have everything. Picked Pochama + named my guy (can you guess?)....VINCENT. *sniggers* Wonder why?

Secondly, I MANAGED TO SWIPE THE OFFICIAL 300 FILM ART BOOK!!! Contains concept art, pre-production pics and other machismo-speedo goodies worth oogling over. It's awesome. Srsly. AWESOME.

Thirdly, Ten Tenors. Awesomeness. Total Awesomeness. Their song "Here's to the Heroes" reminds me strongly of 300. Listen to it and see. Agree with me, I say!

That's all for today, bye now.

Say, has anybody checked ED today? It seems as though we've made the front page...

And here I thought Vincent Libretti was gonna win. I adore him, even though he's an arrogant confident ass with awesome glasses and locks, saying his name alone is awesomeness. It rolls off the tongue so smoothly like screaming "whee!!" when doing a total 360 on a rollercoaster before having your most unflattering picture snapped at the pre-end stop.

I would like to think that Braig looks something like Vincent, so that would make him look...well...sexy. XD



And I think Victoria agrees with me.

Somebody spoofed Fergie's dumbassed song about just how awesome and delicious she is plus everyone's favorite surfer-talkin' bootylicious ninja cyclops. The result? It rules.

Les Snippet:

Four, tres, two, uno

Listen up ya'll, Cuz this is it

The beat that I'm bangin' is de-li-cious

Xigbalicious definition make fan-girls go loco

They want my treasure so they get their pleasures from my photo

You could see me, you can't squeeze me

I ain't easy, I ain't naughty

I got reasons why I shot 'em

Girls just come and go like seasons

Xigbalicious (so delicious)

But I ain't promiscuous

And if you was suspicious

All that junk is fictitious

I blow kisses (mmmwwahhh)

That puts them guns on rock, rock

And they be lining down the block just to watch what I got (four, tres, two, uno)

So delicious (It's shot, shot)

So delicious (I put them guns on rock, rock)

So delicious (they wanna taste of what I got)

Xigbalicious (t-t-t-t-t-tasty, tasty)

 

My amusement levels have reached all new high here.

The rest are here, in all their cracktastic awesomeness.