Happy Friday the 13th, motherfuckers.

You know those freaky looping dreams they always talk about? I just had one the other night.

What makes it creepier is that it was in some way an extension of a previous dream I had. See, some weeks back while asleep in the office sleeping quarters I had a dream about waking up late for my shift in the office sleeping quarters (only for me to wake up IRL, several minutes early).

This one was a dream that felt like an eternal loop of me waking up and walking out of the sleeping quarters -- it'd cut right when I'd get out, and start back at me waking up. Every time I'd get out the door I'd be turning in a different direction but the loop'd start right before I could see any difference.

Oh sure it wasn't one of those wake-up-in-a-cold-sweat kinds of dreams, but it still left me feeling a bit off that night.

This LJ's still alive. It's just I rarely update and it's always F-locked, so there.

Yeah, yeah. I know a lot of you people are wondering why the flying fuck I haven't written anything in ages. Well, if you're that interested in seeing new stuff from me, I managed to cram up a fic for a contest at the Spider Clan forums. The hilarity is that I was literally saved by the gap in timezone between myself and Usharo-sama, our contest holder.

And now for the link.

Scroll down a bit -- the fic's hard to miss. You might also wanna read the posts before it, since most threads at our faction's boards are frickin' hilarious.

The usual critiques and whatever are welcome, but do know that if you take a fic for a contest entitled "Flanked by Peacocks" seriously you deserve to be fed to an oni and shat out the other end. -_-

Aaand here's another Milestone-by-contribution. This one's from one of the Bugok Clan's founding fathers: ninjapeps, the Pantsless Ninja Fury!

I deserve a gigantic bugok token for, like Wile E. Coyote, I am a super genius. upon arrival at UP, I thought to take some test shots before the girls got there. as I reached for my camera, a realization dawned upon me: I forgot my battery at home. thankfully, Nicole's camera was the same model as mine so I just used hers.

Moral of the Story: Photography. It's a good hobby.

I was going through some old posts on the Edge of Rokugan forums and found this little gem. T'was cooked up by one Wishmaster (to this day I forget his real name, since he last posted regularly before the rule of putting your full name in your profile was implemented), inspired by an article he once read on Magic.

It's written for L5R (with one slip of Magic along the way) but I find it funny if you put it in the context of other types o' gaming as well. Oh yeah, and in case the disclaimer at the bottom didn't make enough sense: IT AIN'T MEANT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY. >P

Evil Overlord's Guide to Playing with no chance of bagging the Sportsman award.

• Stop taking a bath at least a week prior to the big tourney event.
• Offer your opponents a chance to concede to you at the beginning of each match, making sure to tell them that your deck is 95% Foils, or hard to find PROMOTIONAL CARDS and therefore, clearly superior to them in every way. Make sure to also let them know you have been playing since IMPERIAL Edition.
• Don't smile or act friendly. You are here to win, not make friends.
  
• Keep track of your opponents hand size like a hawk. Moreso if you're facing a dueling deck. Keep track of where his focus pool and hand cards are. Watch for Sylvan Libraries and Howling Mines.
• After you draw your initial hand, confidently say. "Aha! Everything I need to win in 4 turns or less."
• If your opponent had been gold screwed, laugh.
  
• Make sure to keep yourself hydrated and full.The messier, the better. Bring lots of food and drinks as allowable, but don't offer your opponent anything.
• Laugh every time you kill someone with a PK action. Evilly Laugh each time your personality is killed by a PK action and steeple your fingers, intoning "Just as planned..."
• Snort derisively each time your opponent takes an action that doesn't kill, bow or send home your personalities.icon_twisted
• Interpret the cards you own way and insist on your own interpretation unless a judge is called over. Remember, you have been playing since Imperial and therefore superior to him in every way.
• When your opponent asks to look at your cards, ask him haughtily if he's washed his hands because your cards are FOILS AND PROMOTIONALS.
• If you go to time, insist on a die roll. it's still a 50-50 chance for you even if you have just been stalling out the whole time. NEVER EVER CONCEDE. You have been playing since IMPERIAL.
• When you win the match, don't offer to shake hands. Don't offer tips on how he should have played. Remember, you might end up facing him again later in the tourney.
• When you lose the match, and he offers to shake your hands, grip his hand as hard as you can, and threaten him in a low voice, "Kita tayo sa labas.."

DISCLAIMER: Please don't take seriously. Any reference or similarities to any person, either still living or deceased is purely coincidental.

Well. The first dream I remember in a long while and it hardly makes sense.

For starters, I know I was with a big group but for some reason the only people I was absolutely sure I was with throughout the whole thing were ryvaeus and icecream_parade. The rest of the group were either extras, or their roster kept fluctuating for no apparent reason.

What gets weirder is that for some reason I knew that the whole thing was some company outing, and yet as you all know the two people I named above are part of my gaming group. As for the whole dream itself, it involved going into this sort of submersible train (that looked suspiciously like an MRT and thus, totally incapable of going underwater) that went to the bottom of the ocean and through this cave into some sort of...resort. I distinctly remember enjoying the underwater scenery en route to wherever we were headed, which was one of those thingies wherein you travel underwater then suddenly surface in some cave where there's mysteriously air to breathe. Annoyingly, I woke up while everyone was getting off the train/submarine before I could even find out what resort we'd been to.

My guess is that the train was due to all the commuting, the resort bit was due to me having practically zero out-of-town trips last summer and the underwater bit was likely just something random my brain threw in for shits and giggles. Interpret the only two identifiable companions in the dream as you will, but maybe it's my subconscious telling me that I've spent so much time gaming with my friends that I should just try hanging out with them sometime. LOL.

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For some reason, I also seem to remember that I have a ton of dreams where I'm able to fly. Some sort of wingless, self-propelled flight that actually takes effort to control and feels more like making midair jumps (and you hover after each jump) than straight-up flying. I don't remember the dreams in which said flight was possible; I just know that have this recurring sensation of half-assed flight in my dreams. No, I don't think it's related to what was said in Sandman about dreams of flying and sex unless it means I'm secretly dreaming about half-assed sex.

Transcribed from a series of texts...

hamster_friend: ...BTW. What does "too three" mean anyway?
ryvaeus: Eh?
hamster_friend: Last night you said something like, "I'm too three this week, man."
ryvaeus: Oh, stupid dictionary. Supposed to be TIRED. See how tired I was? Lol.

Moral of the Story: Exhaustion. Serious business.

So I was doing my usual morning thing online and me mum was watching I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Outta Here! on the telly...

hamster_friend: *turns around to take a peek at the TV* Uy, si...si La Bamba yun ah! Matanda na siya. Payat pa siya noon.
Me Mum: Uh-huh, siya rin yung original na Hulk diba?
hamster_friend: ...Mommy. That's Lou Ferrigno.
Onscreen Caption: "LOU DIAMOND PHILLIPS"
Me Mum: Oh. So, all this time that I was watching and I was thinking...
hamster_friend: *air-headdesk*

Moral of the Story: What's in a name?

This is just to letcha know that this LJ has not degraded into becoming a repository for Bugok Milestones and nothing more.

Y'see, recent (okay, not-so-recent) developments have forced me into kicking the privacy of my online activity up several notches. For a month or two now I've made all of my posts F-Locked.

And no, asking politely won't get you into that. I'm a very private man, and only people who I'm sure won't annoy or piss me off with their comments can see my posts. On the flipside though, that doesn't necessarily mean that I consider us to be on bad terms; in fact, sometimes your not seeing the posts might mean that I'd prefer to give you my life updates personally, or you're close enough to someone Within the Circle that I figure you find out my shit from them anyway.

Besides, I don't see why anyone who's not in That Network would give a flying fuck about my posts anyway.

If you wanna mess with me online so badly, we have Multiply and Facebook for that crap. I'll warn you though, I'm capable of being far less pleasant online than I am IRL.

Because sometimes, even the biggest names in gaming make boo-boos.



Moral of the Story: Send your damn e-mails right.

To put things in context: the_introverted was absent from last Friday's D&D session. However...

hamster_friend: now I'm starting to wonder if he was texting you his character's actions during last Friday's session. :))
habulan: ;;) What? I have no idea what you mean.
hamster_friend: TSS. :))
habulan: I didn't touch my phone the whole time!
habulan: Except once.
habulan: Or twice.
habulan: :D
hamster_friend: ahh, but in those 1-2 times... :))
habulan: :))
hamster_friend: wow, man. metagame conspiracy theories. serious business. =))
habulan: In one word. Masaya ang chismis :))
habulan: AY TAE
habulan: one word
habulan: =))
habulan: ONE SENTENCE
hamster_friend: this conversation went south rather quickly. :))
habulan: I blame the ensaymada. It's hard to juggle food and typing :))

Moral of the Story: Chismis. Serious business.

Aaand after a long absence, lazy_dream makes her return to the series! LOL.

lazy_dream: What if we do for vampires what George Martin did for fantasy?
lazy_dream: =))
hamster_friend: @________@
lazy_dream: i keep thinking hardcore goth shit. stop it lazy_dream. :))
hamster_friend: you naughty, naughty girl. :))
lazy_dream: eh? lol.
hamster_friend: hardcore goth shit. lololol.
hamster_friend: or am I getting sleazier goth-y mental images than you are? LOL.
lazy_dream: y'know, maces, armor...
hamster_friend: OH.
lazy_dream: yes you are.
lazy_dream: =))
hamster_friend: when I saw the word "hardcore." =))
lazy_dream: POTA.
lazy_dream: tsong naman.
lazy_dream: i meant the other kind of hardcore.
hamster_friend: what? vampires mix well with That Stuff! especially in goth clubs! :))
lazy_dream: :))
lazy_dream: not That Stuff.
lazy_dream: well, yes they do. But i was thinking Requiem shit. :))
hamster_friend: sweet lord, does this classify as a Bugok Milestone? >_>
lazy_dream: i don't know. :))
hamster_friend: neither do I. :))
lazy_dream: i lost my train of thought. :))
hamster_friend: so...yeah. vampires in maces and armor. kinda like in the Underworld prequel? :))
lazy_dream: YEAH.

Moral of the Story: Think you're Goth? Where were you when we sacked Rome?

Me and the_introverted, in anticipation of tomorrow's D&D session. I don't think this fits under any series in this LJ. >_>

( Cut for your scroll bar's sake. )

Congrats to ravyn_ashling for her debut in the series. Here's the exchange that happened on Plurk, brought to you by my l33t MS Paint skillze.

Disclaimer: The following image contains some rather...coarse language. :3


Moral of the Story: Dates are important, mmkay? >P

Yup, you read that title right. This entry's about a horrid mutation of the Rickroll.

nestonel: yo dood you there?
nestonel: you love hamsters right?
nestonel: oh you are a hamster
hamster_friend: ...
nestonel: kasi may papakita lang ako regarding hamsters
hamster_friend: wtf
nestonel: www.xhamster.com
nestonel: ayan all about hamsters and stuff
hamster_friend: TAKTE KA
hamster_friend: PORNO 'TO E
hamster_friend: I GO ONLINE IN MY PARENTS' ROOM, DAMMIT :))
nestonel: =))
nestonel: GOTCHA!
hamster_friend: I got porn-rolled =))
hamster_friend: hindi rickrolled mehn
hamster_friend: pornrolled
nestonel: HAHAHAHAHA!
hamster_friend: alam mong mali e
hamster_friend: napatingin ako ng porno dahil akala kong HINDI porno yung site
hamster_friend: putakteng priorities yan

Moral of the Story: Saved by C.S.I.

A Plurk post of lokeen's said, "lokeen hates how some guys are whipped by their girlfriends."

hamster_friend: In the words of styakool: MAIL PREVAIL! Oops, may mga babae palang nagbabasa nito... :-P
lokeen: Hahaha. Okay lang. Wrong spelling ka naman eh. HAHAHAHAHA
hamster_friend: Ay de pota, MAIL amp. I just bugok'd myself. (ROFL)

Moral of the Story: Hay, men indeed. >P

Is it just me, or do I sense a return of Block B Chat Bash? Dun-dun-DUUN.

It has occurred to me that it might be more useful to segregate all my writing stuff into one site, like a portfolio or something. Hmm.

Do I simply post onto another LJ account? Or would I be better off sorting it all onto another site altogether like Wordpress or somethin' like that? Hmm-hmm.

More importantly, should I still bring along all those trash poems I coughed up when I was shifting out of Management? X_x

Oh, of course I'm not leaving LJ. I just want someplace to dump all my writing shiz (that way, I won't hafta clutter that shit up on Multiply and LJ anymore).

The responses to a Plurk post saying, "lokeen wonders why kids nowadays are so insecure. Hahaha."

way2fukmusikup: because people are so engrossed in the growing standard of beauty
hamster_friend: Huwaw, ang lalim ng unang sagot. Hihirit ko lang sana na nakikiuso pa rin sila sa ka-emohan hanggang ngayon. (LOL)
lokeen: Hahahaha. Okay, I meant insecure about their relationships. Hahahaha.
hamster_friend: Kaya mga bata, wag gawing malabo ang post. Kahit na malabo kausap ang tunay na lalake! (LOL)

Moral of the Story: Insecurity. Serious business.

Y'know when you've got the major quest in pretty flashing colors in your Quest Log, but you just have to do the side-quests earlier so finishing the main one gets that much easier when you finally get to it?

Employment is the main quest, and the papers I've been attending to over the past two days are the annoying side-quests that you do anyway. *bow*

*dodges tomato*

Crappy analogies aside, today actually didn't turn out so bad. Despite the unnecessary delay at the Social Security Shiz (Hah! See? SSS! Good fun!) due to there being no signs whatsoever naming the requirements for the Social Security number, it wasn't bad bad. Amusingly enough, the feeling of being in a long-ass line with only two people at the counter attending to everyone reminded me so much of the OAS at school. Ahh, my Lex lackey days.

After hours of sitting-standing through the line and people getting sent away at the counter for not having the requirements that they weren't told of, the next quest item objective was my TIN. By the time I was done at the SSS t'was around lunchtime though, so I elected to head over to Katipunan (somewhat on the way, since I was headed to the BIR at Cogeo and there're Cogeo-bound jeeps at intersection of Katip and Aurora).

izkariote was around, so I ended up having my lunch while hangin' with her at Kourtyard. And as you all know, anytime two or more people from my F-List here or on Plurk gather for awhile it gets...trippy.

On the way to the jeeps I passed Paul (Bru) at Starbucks, who asked me to hang with 'im for awhile mostly 'coz he wanted to get contacts with LitSoc, since he wants to push the tie-ins between them and the UST LitSoc. He was waiting for Gary (Oz), who he said would probably have directions going to the BIR...so I waited. When Gary did show up I found out that you actually need to get a job first before applying for a TIN, so I ended up going' straight home instead after some more lounging about in trippy company.

Aaaand after all that, it looks like I've managed to aggravate my allergy again. I already had some slight sniffles when I woke up this morning; I probably aggravated it with all the commuting today. I also think I might have made it worse by accidentally wearing a house shirt that I haven't worn in ages (read as: one that has literally collected dust).

Ugh. I just hope this doesn't turn into anything worse. And knowing my family, with the A(H1N1) scare and all they'll probably blow any sign of sickness out of proportion. GAH.