Random
Posted by: riknata on: September 29, 2009
“We’re a little old to be playing games, unless it’s Quidditch and if that’s the case then I think we both know Hermione doesn’t like Quidditch so she wouldn’t be involved anyway,”
Draco to Harry, by a certain momothelemur
I lol’d.
EDIT: Wait, there’s more:
“It’s wrong on a variety of levels,” Harry answered promptly. “A variety of wrong, disturbing levels.”
“Kind of like your face.”
Harry and Draco, again.
<heeeeheeee>
EDITEDIT: OMG, I love this author.
“But you, Draco Malfoy, cried?”
She turned completely, her eyes sparkling with amusement and a smile firmly planted on her lips.
“No,” Draco answered, seeing that his revelation would provide Hermione with endless fuel for mocking him. “I lied. I laughed evilly and rubbed my hands with glee.”
Darn it.
Posted by: riknata on: September 26, 2009
I hate it how the people here are not photo-shoot maniacs. If only they’re used to taking pictures just for the sake it, I would not look so weird taking pictures of the neighbors who evacuated at our house. And of the dead body outside the gate.
But alas, my mom scolded me for lack of propriety.
FML.
What a comeback.
Posted by: riknata on: September 13, 2009
“Fuck this shit.”
Excuse the vulgarity of my comeback post.
And the shortness. I have a lot to tell, but for now, it’s just that very first line of this post.
Bye.
Java, why must you be so complicated?
Posted by: riknata on: July 8, 2009
My first impressions on Java weren’t very good, simply put.
Or maybe I am just biased. When I was introduced to C, we spent one whole year doing the basics. We spent two months on variable types alone.
And we were supposed to continue C in our fourth year, too. That’s what the syllabus said anyway. So that all boils down to two years worth of background on the language by the time I entered college.
C++ wasn’t that hard, too, because that’s just a neater version of C.
I mean, look at that, the malloc() which usually runs 10 characters long is just new in C++.
My first reaction on Java however is “This is a bitch.”
And from what I have heard we were supposed to study basic Java for the last quarter, too, but there weren’t sufficient resources.
Resources my ass.
I would like to think I wouldn’t be this bitter and mentally drained right now if we at least studied variable types, because that’s the source of all my problems.
It’s a pain to see a sample code and not know whether the words there are variable names or keywords. I’m beginning to regret switching naming conventions and capitalizing the first letter of the word( ie., ThisIsAVariableName), because apparently, keywords use the same convention, too.
Or I’m just too confused right now.
You know what? I think I’m just frustrated that I forgot to bring my earphones today.
On Kickboxing, Self-def, useful violence, and everything else worth mentioning
Posted by: riknata on: July 8, 2009
My arms and forceps are now giving me hell the minute I woke up today. I had to roll off the bed because my elbows won’t support me for more than three seconds without protesting. I still have a hangover with the cups of coffee I drank yesterday. Apparently, my tolerance to caffeine have lowered since it’s been a while since I’ve seriously drank coffee. Oh yeah, and my abs hurt, too.
All in all, I’m not the best of shapes today, but somehow I’m not pissed off.
Well, yes, coffee might have a little help with that but seriously. Everything fine and dandy compared to last week’s fiasco.
I guess this bubble came from the fact that I finished my 123 MP earlier than I estimated I would, and with pleasing results too. A little sincere drive to do something worthwhile goes a long way, and as I have mentioned to Azie last night, “moar guilt-free trolling”. It’s been a while since I did something spontaneous without that nagging voice reminding me I still have some backlogs on my desk and/or I’m behind schedule.
Not this time. This time, I can read fanfics, play MW and Jamlegend, and troll on a chan board in bliss.
And the body pains? Well, they’re bothersome sure, but I call them happy pains, because they are the kind of pain that means your body’s adjusting to something or is fully worked out. I do hope this means my muscles will return to their former firmness. Seriously. I’m ridiculously out of shape and it’s something that doesn’t normally happen to me.
Still, I’m glad I still have a semblance of my former stamina. I even got complimented by our instructor. Also, I’m thankful for the people I proclaimed my own punching bags before. I’m sure they have something to do with how I punch and kick now.
I thank my team for maintaining my agility and for dragging me away from my computer station to do something physical during the summer, even if they only slightly succeeded.
(A/N: I can’t resist. Maye, don’t be angry with me. That Facebook quiz result was lying. Alex will forever remain faithful to you, I assure you that. Also, Xander will kill me. 
)
Now, kickboxing. Yeah. That’s something I never thought I’d consider before. And I blame you guys for that.
Yesterday’s session was surprisingly fun, I should say. Sure my body hurts like hell now but there’s this inane pleasure at releasing tension through continuous kicks and punches. And that your enemy’s quite stuffy and hard. Punching pillows is beginning to lose it’s charm.
Anyway, I think we’ll do it again tomorrow, if Luke’s available (which I hope he will be). It’s been a while since I did something physically engaging aside from dancing, and I sort of miss the concept of restrained violence.
Also, I’ve been reading too much Naruto.
If ever I got interesting in long-range shooting, you guys know where I probably picked that up.
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Started July 07, 2009
Don’t tell me that was you again.
Posted by: riknata on: June 22, 2009
Bored.
Posted by: riknata on: June 17, 2009
What the heck, it’s already the second day of classes, and I’m still saying this.
And this will probably be not consistent since I’m typing this at my own leisure.
Enrolment details.
Posted by: riknata on: May 28, 2009
Because I only brought a 4×2 mini-notebook with me, with only fifteen minutes to spare (Mom was waiting for me outside the campus), I only managed to jot down details which I think would be beneficial to Block 12.
But, hey, don’t ask for clarifications. I don’t understand half of what I wrote, either.
Baby, don’t leave me…
Posted by: riknata on: May 21, 2009
At least, not until you tell me who you are.
Well, well, well, can you believe it? My first decent post in a long while is about a dream. And this is perhaps the first dream I’ve ever bothered to blog, well, since I started to blog anyway.
And I never realized (lol, line stolen from “Mandy” by Westlife which coincidentally started playing as soon as I started typing that bit) how much of a kickass a dream could be to inspire you to write.
Actually, it all started with a kiss.
