I’d like to go to Hogwarts but I might suck at magic and end up with jelly bones. Lighsabers are cool but they’re not exactly safe. Considering how much of a klutz I am, I’ll be a danger to myself and everyone around me. Meh. Hero. More like errand boy. So, no. I’ve always wanted to be a pokemon trainer but the pokemon universe is just too dangerous for my liking. I’ll settle to playing on my 3ds. Power Ranger? Meh. The suits too tight. I don’t exactly have the most ideal figure. Z Fighter? Hell no. I want to be lean and fit not outrageously horrifyingly buff. I don’t want to be a Timelord because it’s too much of a responsibility. Also, I don’t like messing with time.
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I’d like to go to Hogwarts but I might suck at magic and end up with jelly bones.

Lighsabers are cool but they’re not exactly safe. Considering how much of a klutz I am, I’ll be a danger to myself and everyone around me.

Meh. Hero. More like errand boy. So, no.

I’ve always wanted to be a pokemon trainer but the pokemon universe is just too dangerous for my liking. I’ll settle to playing on my 3ds.

Power Ranger? Meh. The suits too tight. I don’t exactly have the most ideal figure.

Z Fighter? Hell no. I want to be lean and fit not outrageously horrifyingly buff.

I don’t want to be a Timelord because it’s too much of a responsibility. Also, I don’t like messing with time.

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Isko the Mystical Zomnaga Knight I was told I was adopted and my real parents were… weird. I had a mother who was half human and half serpent. My father was a troll. I think it’s funny. I’m completely normal. I was raised in the monastery by monks. They spent their days pondering and meditating and learning and working and doing boring stuff. Naturally, I had to do the same. It was fine. I learned a lot from the monks. Too bad they had to perish when a plague struck the land. For some reason, I was the only one who survived. I wandered the land aimlessly until a blind gypsy took me in. She needed the extra pair of hands and eyes. She was very well versed in the arcane arts and she taught me everything she knew. She was a great teacher. She said she saw something in me (no pun intended). Too bad she drowned when a great flood swept the land. It was then I found out I was naturally a good swimmer. I found myself in the middle of the ocean when I was caught in a net by an overly muscular fisherman. He tried to kill me using his rusty blade but it couldn’t pierce my skin(perhaps because it was too rusty). I was able to defend myself with the magic I learned from the old blind gypsy who passed away. He pleaded me to spare his life. In return, he was to teach me some sword skills. I agreed even though I really had no plans on killing him in the first place. The boat hit shore after what seemed to be months of drifting in sea. I learned a lot from the fisherman. I buried him right there on the shore. He was a dead man to begin with. When his supply of potions ran out in the middle of the sea, the venom he acquired from the harpies encounter slowly took away his health points. I would have cured him with a simple spell but he didn’t tell me he was poisoned nor that harpies had venom. Another lesson was learned: always bring antidotes (I heard goats kidney stones also work wonders). The island was hugely deserted. I could only remember a lone tower in the middle was to be seen. I can’t really tell. I had a huge head ache at some point and I fell deeply asleep. When I woke up, I found myself underground. My body was numb. I couldn’t even feel the weight of the earth crushing me. I clawed myself  out. Surprisingly, it was an easy task. The moon was sublime and full. I saw a silhouette of a young man in dark robes adorned with skulls and bones standing afoot. He offered a heavily ringed hand I cannot feel and helped me out of the mound. I killed and revived. I was turned into a zombie. Luckily I knew how to deal with the circumstance. I killed the necromancer and stole all his prized equipment and all the treasure he had. I opted for some light armor as it held my flesh together. It also looked cool. Now, I’ve enlisted myself as a royal knight. I don’t know where my endeavors will take me. Hopefully the royals will trust me as much as to send me to a quest to find the elusive unicorns of Equestria. I better brew up some stronger charm spells.(LOL meme made in MS word with mouse) 
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Isko the Mystical Zomnaga Knight

I was told I was adopted and my real parents were… weird. I had a mother who was half human and half serpent. My father was a troll. I think it’s funny. I’m completely normal.

I was raised in the monastery by monks. They spent their days pondering and meditating and learning and working and doing boring stuff. Naturally, I had to do the same. It was fine. I learned a lot from the monks. Too bad they had to perish when a plague struck the land. For some reason, I was the only one who survived.

I wandered the land aimlessly until a blind gypsy took me in. She needed the extra pair of hands and eyes. She was very well versed in the arcane arts and she taught me everything she knew. She was a great teacher. She said she saw something in me (no pun intended). Too bad she drowned when a great flood swept the land. It was then I found out I was naturally a good swimmer.

I found myself in the middle of the ocean when I was caught in a net by an overly muscular fisherman. He tried to kill me using his rusty blade but it couldn’t pierce my skin(perhaps because it was too rusty). I was able to defend myself with the magic I learned from the old blind gypsy who passed away. He pleaded me to spare his life. In return, he was to teach me some sword skills. I agreed even though I really had no plans on killing him in the first place.

The boat hit shore after what seemed to be months of drifting in sea. I learned a lot from the fisherman. I buried him right there on the shore. He was a dead man to begin with. When his supply of potions ran out in the middle of the sea, the venom he acquired from the harpies encounter slowly took away his health points. I would have cured him with a simple spell but he didn’t tell me he was poisoned nor that harpies had venom. Another lesson was learned: always bring antidotes (I heard goats kidney stones also work wonders).

The island was hugely deserted. I could only remember a lone tower in the middle was to be seen. I can’t really tell. I had a huge head ache at some point and I fell deeply asleep.

When I woke up, I found myself underground. My body was numb. I couldn’t even feel the weight of the earth crushing me. I clawed myself  out. Surprisingly, it was an easy task. The moon was sublime and full. I saw a silhouette of a young man in dark robes adorned with skulls and bones standing afoot. He offered a heavily ringed hand I cannot feel and helped me out of the mound.

I killed and revived. I was turned into a zombie. Luckily I knew how to deal with the circumstance. I killed the necromancer and stole all his prized equipment and all the treasure he had. I opted for some light armor as it held my flesh together. It also looked cool.

Now, I’ve enlisted myself as a royal knight. I don’t know where my endeavors will take me. Hopefully the royals will trust me as much as to send me to a quest to find the elusive unicorns of Equestria. I better brew up some stronger charm spells.

(LOL meme made in MS word with mouse) 

Online Stalking Tips for Amateurs

Feel a strong admiration for somebody, even towards a total stranger on the web?

Single and in need to mingle from afar?

Weird, aloof with strong obsessive tendencies?

Why not try the most ancient internet craze?!

Go ONLINE STALKING.

Below are some terms you should remember:

Stalker- the one stalking. Also predator.

Stalkee- the one being stalked. A.k.a prey

Online- pertains to the internet or anything therein.

Online stalking is a science and an art form.

As a science, it undergoes certain processes.

  1. Join a social networking site
  2. Find a prey
  3. Find out everything you can about your target especially the websites he/she goes to, their different account names, etc.
  4. Follow your prey wherever he/she goes online.
  5. Find out more about your prey.
  6. Follow your prey some more.
  7. Hope and pray that your stalking will make the person you admire like you.

As an art, it requires skills and creativity. Both of which are something most people lack.

When stalking remember the DOs as well as the DON’Ts.

DO be courteous. Just because you’re stalking doesn’t mean you have to be disrespectful.

DO have access to internet 24/7. After all, you are stalking online.

DO add your prey’s contacts to your own. That way, you get to see what your prey comments to others.

DO find out what your prey likes, hates and loves.

DO map out the onset, frequency, and duration of time your prey goes online.

DO conceal yourself as much as possible. Stalk invisibly.

DON’T like all of your prey’s post. Discriminate at times. They will notice.

DON’T try chatting or talking with your prey live. Otherwise it wouldn’t be stalking anymore.

DON’T post things that are seemingly related to your prey’s post.

DON’T make a single account dedicated for a single person only. E.g in tumblr.

DON’T ask weird, bizarre and perverted questions anonymously.

DON’T harass your prey.

DON’T miss an opportunity to stalk.

DON’T neglect your own needs. Eat, pray and love.

DON’T over feed your neurotic thoughts. It might become a psychosis.

Online stalking may sound pretty easy but it has a complex body of Knowledge, mind you.

Do well to remember the basics and you’ll read the almost inexistant benefits of online stalking~!

Who knows? Somebody might be stalking you right now.

I’ve been thinking about life and death for some time now. Jumping between existentialism and nihilism. Sometimes I think there’s no clear boarder between the two. The following are just some thoughts I need to get out of my nagging head:

  • we are born only to die;
  • but the time between birth and death can be long so we might as well live.
  • Life is short when we think about it;
  • It’s better not to think about how short life is;
  • Life’s no fun when we over-think and life seems even shorter;
  • If we’re lucky, we can live long lives;
  • having long lives can be good and bad;
  • We’re so fragile and lot can go wrong with our bodies; 
  • If there’s some sort of consolation to death it is that we get to experience dying only once;
  • it’s better to live life believing in God and find out He doesn’t exist than to live a life not believing in God and find out He does exist (a quote from somewhere);
  • fear of death is inversely proportional to faith. The more scare we are, the less faith we have;
  • perhaps the greatest mystery is what lies beyond death. If only the dead could talk;
  • we’re only passing through.

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