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Biker meaning the guy who rides a bike. Bike as in bicycle and not bike as in motorbike. I would’ve been dead if so. (Sayang.) Shut up.

Today was sort of interesting. I went to school, bringing my violin along. It was fun and it was ok in between. We were doing stuff, talking playing with instruments and blah. It kinda sucked though that the real purpose i was to use the violin for never happened. But it was ok.

Before i continue, I would like to hail Migs Murillo who has taught me more ways to uh…. make my life more practical. Iba na ang matalino, that’s for sure.

So, I went home and as usual, I walk. So… I walk north Agham road towards North Ave and walk East. So, I was carrying my violin on my left shoulder with my backpack on my right. And as usual, i look down.

Well, I often look down when i walk because there’s no telling what crap i might step on, and i like knowing where i walk. I also find it easier to think when I look down. So I was thinking and I was walking.

Now here’s the thing. I was walking and this SOAB punk who was around…. 17 years old riding a bicycle going about 10kph in the counterflow direction goes straight at me. And I only realized this when he was a meter away.

In normal circumstances, when i’m concentrating on where I’m going, I would’ve avoided the dude cuz i’d've noticed him earlier. But I wasn’t. I was thinking. And there was another dude in front of me who I was following. And I didn’t see him move.

And he was right at me. With what was left of my reflexes (as most of them are off when i’m thinking), I side-step as fast as i can and try to move my shoulder back. But it wasn’t enough. He hit my shoulder and rammed into my violin case which was strapped to my arm and it was enough to launch him to the ground.

When a guy goes 10kph and suddenly stops, inertia will fuck you up and you’ll wish newton never found out that stupid law.

He fell and I apologized immediately.

“Sorry po!”
“Pucha! Tangina mo! Problema mo ha?”

I have this trait which i inherited from my sister which runs through all 4 of us siblings. When we get mad and begin to shout, we shout in english. I got no problem with that. 2 reasons. First, it makes me feel superior. Second, if he don’t understand half of what i say, the better for him. But let us remember that he’s a punk. Palaaway.

“My problem? My problem is that YOU are on the counter flow direction! My problem is that you are biking on the side walk. My problem is that you are biking too fast. My problem is that you gave no signal whatsoever and you are disturbing the peace.”

We were making quite a scene. At 5 in the afternoon, the traffic is heavy and people were starting to stare out the window. Some actually rolled down the window to hear my tirade. Some stopped to listen.

The guy was turning red and he rolled up his sleeves saying, “Ano? Di mo ba ko nakita? Tangina ah, bulag! May mata ka ba?”

I put down my back pack and my wrecked violin case. “Ikaw, may utak ka ba? Baka ‘di mo ‘lam na ginagawa mo labag sa batas.”

He started forward with the intention of fighting when i put my hands up too. As always, i subconsciously move into a backstance whenever i’m ready, giving away the fact that i’m no novice to fighting. Which really sucks because i love to fight.

He stares really hard instead, murmurs “pucha naman o, sayang oras ko sa gagong ‘to.” Before I could give a reply, he turns, picks up his bike and bikes off. What an asshole.

I picked up my stuff and walk on.

Points to ponder! Next time, i must not give away the fact that i fight. Makes them want to throw that first punch even more. I’ve always learned that when you fight or “Self-Defend”, you must never throw that first punch.

That really, really sucked. I wasn’t pissed off at him hitting me, I was more pissed at the fact that he didn’t fight me and walked away. But then again, the better part of me was saying, “Smart move asshole.”

I checked my violin and there’s no damage. It’s just the case. My shoulder don’t hurt much cuz the case too most of the flak.

I missed the chance to do Scholar-Do. Ah, well… there are more opportunities out there. ^^,

Dodging crows, she leapt towards the side and rolled behind a rock. Like shadows, the crows grew disinterest in her and left her alone. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and continued on her way.

Approaching more cautiously now, she eyes the massive ruins before her: The Leonine Campus. It was broken and desolated, filled with mutations and monsters around. History has an explanation for this, but now is not the time to discuss such matters.

Now, she had more pressing issues. She had to get inside. The run-down school campus is littered with abominations, remnants of a disaster so horrid, it’s residents show it’s proof.

She was a Shaman. School: Phoenix. Level: 70. Type: Int Attack-Support. Hybrid. She eyed she seen before her with a look only veterans at war could do. She raised her hands and began to cast incantations.

Fortify, Revitalize, Inspire…

Clutching her BaGua Staff, she took a deep breath and ran. Some tomb raiders blocked her path, but she brushed them off aside as she went running.

Further on, the mummies of the campus awoken and chased after her. Losing patience, she turns and raises her staff.

Gaia Dragon Strike!

The monsters were stunned momentarily by the magic of the spell, giving her time to keep going. But there was still more in store for her. Up ahead were deadly mutated Poison Ivys that spit poison. She was thankful that she was a Shaman, that she didn’t have to suffer the elemental damage that most people do, but the damage still stung.

Cold Icycle Strike!

She could now clearly see the outline of the main gates. Quickly, she began to run with more haste. However, the crows were back. With a vengeance. 2 flanked behind her while 2 flew head on. Thanks to her amazing evasion, she dodges the ones infront and sprints forward.

But as luck would have it, her Revitalize ran out. She had to fight them face on.

Incantation of Frost!

From her staff arose blue beams of ice, freezing them, stopping them, killing them. One of them survived and ran off in retreat. With a smirk on her face, she took out another talisman.

Incinerate!

The poor bird was singed and was burnt to the ground. Sighing, she opened the door to the campus and closed it after her. She leaned against the wall and sank to the ground. She wishes for the days when she was back at school, where things were still easy.

The halls of the school were quiet. And yet there were hidden dangers lurking just out of sight. Using her staff to stand up, she slows her pace to a walk, and continues on her quest to be a stronger person.

That’s right. After a loooong absence, i now present: PJ Tolentino’s super-awesome summer plans that don’t have anything to do with you!!!

First off, I shall do something that i always wanted to do in Ran.

And that is TO FINISH THE F*CKING TRADING HOLE QUEST WHICH MY SHAMAN CAN NEVER FINISH, EVER!

But still, i have to say, my shaman is improving. it’s now an efficient killer, a better buffer and a good healer. It still has problems luring though, but that can be fixed by getting Gift of Life.

And it’s really strange for other people to see an ice shaman. They usually see fire shamans. But i’m different. ehehehe. XD

Next,  I will do random stuff! such as the following:

• work in McDo. That thing that Cyd and Jiggs will do. it’s fun daw eh. free food.
• take Karate with Daryll. We’re gonna start at white belt again… and then when… you know… they’re not looking…. we…uh… start kicking the asses of the little brats…
• work for my dad in making his newsletter for the philippine numatist antiquarian society. i dunno what that is but hey, i’m getting paid.
• help my dad set up our own website. Well…um…well… uh… kewl. But i keep telling him that we’d need a faster computer… a better place… and uh.. i dunno… AN INTERNET CONNECTION THAT AINT DIAL UP. XD at least i’ve got internet, ayt?
• attend SEP. which is near blueskies. and that means…. dota anyone?
• take violin up again. But then i’m too apathetic to do that. but i guess i will anyway )
• resume my teaching of taekwondo to little kids. It’s time i take a greater hand in their education for WORLD DOMINATION!!!!!!!
• look for new computer games that would fit in this old computer.
• look for a new computer.
• Think of what to do next for Scholar-Do. Everything i’d want to do for it has something to do with school. But we’re not in school. We’re in summer. So we’ve got to think of new crap. Gotta add some new pages too. But Daryll ses it’s gonna be screwy. But i haven’t seen it myself. So i’ma gonna go see it for myself. (Tigas ng ulo, no?)

Shattap. I haven’t seen you in a while.
(Eh kasi you’ve been busy with Scholar-Do)
Tama naman. I’d rather give more time to Scholar-Do than you.
(Hope that pays off.)
Yes. It definitely will. And everything is going exactly as I have forseen.

oh yeah, and i plan to put up new pages for Scholar-Do. Like, a why-scholardo page, a linkz page, a contact us page, a sign-up sheet for scholar-do trainees and uh… a donation page. I think we’re so great that we ought to be paid for it. (Yaaaaak! Kapal….) 

Scholar-Do.

Yes, the war for a grade, to fulfill the last wishes of our soc sci teacher for us, to make something out of…whatever, the small… tiny…competitions here and there… are finally over.

And the result is that…

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And it’s found only in one Martial Art. SCHOLAR-DO

http://scholardo.wordpress.com/

That’s right, we’re aiming for the 3000 today. If it don’t hit, then… then… I dunno… but it’ll be fun.

Well, if we get it or not, I’m still happy. XD I mean, even from my own site (this one), it got more hits/per day! See the computation!

We started…. 5 days ago. And we, as of 6:25pm have 2275 so that’s…. divided by 5 and it’s equal to… 455 per day!!! HOLY PATOLA!!!

At this point, I would like to thank everyone who visited the site even though you might never see this. ‘Specially what I will now and forever call, the “Xavier Resbak”. And to everyone else. Friends, classmates, teachers, schoolmates… everyone!

With great power comes envious people. But… I hope that it’ll be quelled… Some say it’s biased… some say it’s unfair… some say… well, I don’t really care what people say. But then, as it doesn’t hurt me, it may hurt others. So I gotta stick ‘em up.

In lieu of this, I’m not gonna do anything now. That’d be childish. I’ll defend myself. Like in Scholar-Do.

What makes a Scholar?
Intelligence? Wisdom? Smartness?

Not really.

What makes a fighter?

Strength? Speed? Ability?

Not really.

How ’bout a Scholar and a fighter? 

Ah. Then there is only one way. 

(And why have you been gone for so long?)

Because I have been reawakened.  A path has opened and now, the only path I take is the path of the scholar.

(Cool. So what path is this?)

http://scholardo.wordpress.com

That path. Check it out. Please?

If you’re interested in helping us out, check it out now. Funk soul brother. 

TFA

The un-watered down, true to life, generation-appropriate version.

By, yours truly.

Game.

TFA: The F*cking Assholes.

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A long time ago, in a distant place, there was this dude. His name was Okwonkwo. But his gangster name was Bob. His dad was a faggot. A tree-hugging, environmentally friendly, geeky, nerdy homosexual. He was also into emo music like Hale. One day, he got AIDS from fucking with monkeys so he was dying and he was like, “Rar! I’m dying! Throw me into the forest where I can be one with nature!!!” So they threw him into the “Evil forest” which was the nickname for the local landfill dump.

As a kid, Bob thought of lots of ways to counter the evil force that his father brought to his name. When he was old enough, he joined a gang and killed other gang members from the other ‘hood. In one shootout, he killed 5 gangsters and then he cut of their genitals and drank beer from it.

To sustain himself, he worked hard and sold crack. When he could, he worked in bars and strip clubs as a macho dancer, a bouncer and even as a male stripper. Soon came the time when he owned his own brothel and made money.

Because he was such a manly dude, he banged chicks every hour, on the hour.

From one of his hoes, he had a son whose name was Nwoye, a.k.a. Frank. Now, frank was frank and he was a bisexual freak. He was caught by his father hanging out with gaylords and pimps, and was once caught banging a dead dog. Bob didn’t restrain his anger from the motherfucker and whooped his ass ‘till it was blue.

One day, a hooligan from another ‘hood banged one of the big boss’s hoes and got away with it. So the Big boss sent over Bob with some resbak in his new shiny black hummer and told the gang boss of that ‘hood of what happened. Because the gang boss was afraid of their gang and he knew what kind of shit Bob does, and also because bob and his crew blew a new asshole into the faces of all the guards in his crib, he offered bob anything he wanted.

And so the gang boss phoned that he wanted a new ho and a little hooligan. So they sent ‘em over.

The gang boss then took in the new ho while giving the little hooligan to Bob.

The little hooligan’s name was Ikinemufasa, but Bob called him dick for short.

But Dick was like, the model son. He could shoot a .44 with one eye open and kill birds in one hit. He knew how to ride cars, knock stores, vandalize and smoke coke. So Bob said to Dick, “You are the motherfucking shit.”

What’s more, Dick taught Frank how to be more like a gangster. He was like, “Git ‘yo ass up punk, let’s see those mothefucking hands of yous in action!”

And so Bob was proud of Dick.

One day, the Gang boss told Bob that dick had to go back because he said so. And that Bob wasn’t supposed to kill dick because it would ruin his rep.

So the gang boss’s men came and took Dick away. When they were a good distance away, they took out their Uzis and shot the poor little shit. But then he was so lucky that they were inside the car and that they couldn’t aim well so he grabbed the Uzi from the guy and killed everyone.

Then Dick went back to his bob’s joint and he was like, “Yo bob! Yo gangstuh boss’s men cut me down!” And bob was like, “What the fuck? They couldn’t do that normal shit properly? Let me show them how it’s done.” So he grabbed his 20-gauge and shot the dickhead.

Dick’s innards flew out and blood and gore was painted on the walls everywhere. When Frank came home, he was like, “Yo pop. Where’s Dick? And why’s there bloody hell on them walls?” His reply was, “I was re-decorating. And Dick went back to where he came from.” (Hell, thought Bob.)

But Frank knew better. At night, he saw his dad scraping the entrails from the walls and dumping them into boxes which would end up in the “forest”. Soon, Frank became a good person, although never got rid of his bisexual urges.

Bob had another ho too. Her name was Ekwinfe, or Fay. Fay had one daughter and her name was Ezinma, or just Mae. Now Mae was Bob’s favorite child and he was frequently saying how much it would be better if she was a guy, (or much older so he could bang her.)

But since Fay was a ho, she got banged by a lot of men often and had a lot of miscarriages and so Mae was like, her gazillionth child. So after she had Mae, Bob brought her to a doctor and tied up her ovaries so they could bang all they want.

Like her mother and father, she was a gangster and a ho too. She knocked stores, drank booze, smoked crack and sold herself. And because of this, she got sick a lot. And so Bob had to keep getting her new organs from the mob doctors. So it was ok.

Soon came the time when the gang boss died. So everyone was at the funeral. It was also customary to fire your guns during the ceremony. And so everyone did. But Bob was really, really drunk and instead of bringing his M-16, he brought his grenade launcher and drunkenly fired it at the son of the gang boss.

The punishment for killing one of your own gang members was death. But because everyone was too fucking scared to try and kill bob, they just politely asked him to go away and come back after seven years. Bob was angry because he was still drunk so he went home and went to the kitchen where the stove was on. He tripped and dropped his bottle of beer onto the stove and his entire house, joint, house on the otherside, strip club, bar and brothel all blew up simultaneously. Fortunately, his supply of marijuana seeds didn’t burn so he said, “What the hell.”

The next day, he and his family went for a road trip until he came to his mama’s ‘hood in the sticks. Now the hood was fairly peaceful because it was in the sticks, but nevertheless, Bob still strived to work hard. With his marijuana seeds, he planted MJ and sold it to everyone.

Then came the white dudes. They were like, “Woah! This place is some wicked shit.” So they like, stayed. They also set up their own cults and police system. At first, the people in the sticks laughed at them. But then later on, homos, faggots, hippies and other outcasts joined them. And some of them went so far as to make themselves white too. And so it was some fucking shit.

The leader of these white dudes was Mr. Brown. He was a peaceful dude, so it was ok. He wasn’t forcing people to join his cult of the damned. He wasn’t forcing people to follow his own laws. He was ok.

Then one day, Mr. Brown suddenly disappeared. He was replaced by Mr. Smith. He wore black shades. He was also forcing everyone to join his cult, which had to wear a black suit and tie as part of their joining. His followers were also aggressive. Not only that, they even brought in their own police and forced people to follow their own laws. People like Bob were mad. They wanted to kill them

But then in a midnight shootout, one of the cultists killed someone in the hood. The punishment was, of course, death. So they shot the motherfucker. And in blinded mob rage, they took up torches and burned the cultist church, the police station and the “Brotherly Hotel”. So Mr. Smith was mad. That’s when he called in resbak.

Now, Bob’s 7 years were nearly over. But then came the thingy. It was big, shiny and metal. On its side was written, “Iron Horse”. It was a tank. But the people in the ‘hood got fed up and they overturned the tank and killed the people inside. And they were happy.

The District Director, who was like the master mind of the coming of the white people, sent a message that he wanted to talk with the village leaders peacefully. And so they went.

When they got there, they were stripped naked, made to walk in the sun and had to eat shit. And they had to pay ransom of 4 million dollars. And so they did. And they were free.

Now, when some more envoys came, Bob didn’t hesitate and grabbed his AK-47 and killed them all. But one of them escape because the people in the sticks were afraid of the resbak. And so the next day, when the district director came, he looked for Bob. But he found that he killed himself because his new gang doesn’t wanna back him up..

The Director remarked on how this would make a good paragraph in his new book, “How to deal with shit.”

Ito na.

Last quarter na.

We’re down by a whole lot.

We’ve suffered defeat from our very own teammates.

It’s time to get up.

And win.

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amp. anyway, 4th qtr perio na, exams. It’s time to go!

On monday, we got algeb, filipino and socsci

On tuesday, we have geom, english and chemistry

On wednesday, physics, val ed and bio.

I’m failing three (or four) subjects. Algeb, Geom, Chem, Bio and Filipino.

Thats five.

I must pass. I must.

I don’t even have a copy of the english book, things fall apart.

Steel yourself, malapit na.

Let’s go.

Revitalize, Fortify, Arcane Recovery, Inspire…