in the name of zero

.. i finished watching the last episode of book3 a while ago… rocks! at last, there is peace.

Take the Magic: The Gathering ‘What Color Are You?’ Quiz.

how come guys using a macbook at the local starbucks look cool? i’m running gentoo and accessing their wifi at virtual terminal two using iwconfig … but I don’t get any attention from the cute bartender “kaye”. sh* t… i must change my tactics and perhaps use vista instead.

i’m in love!

… but she’s married (in real life). this “koreanovela” is soo addicting!

today… june 10, marks the first anniversary of my emancipation. it has been a challenging past year…

here’s hoping i can last another…

just sharing a classic from starcraft.org

In the wastelands of Antiga
On a battlefield grown still
Only one Marine is standing
By a bunker on a hill.
His armour’s scored with claw marks
And a shoulder wound still bleeds
A single solitary soldier-
The one last lone Marine

The battle’s noise is silenced now.
The bodies lie in heaps.
He leans upon his rifle,
Bows his head, and softly weeps.
Only moments span the distance
When the comlink rang with screams
Now he stands forlorn, forsaken-
The one last lone Marine.

He remembers it so clearly
When he lost all that he loved
The Zerg descended like a plague
Rained Hell from heav’n above.
As they scoured across his homeworld
The Zerg shattered all his dreams
But he lived to wreak his vengeance-
A Confederate Marine.

The battle’s moved away now
Nothing stirs across the plain.
The wind unfurls the Blood Hawk’s flag
As the sky begins to rain.
The bodies of his comrades
Fallen brothers on his team
Lying shattered all around him
The one last lone Marine.

He locks and loads another clip
And thinks of all he’s lost
He wonders if the victory
Is truly worth the cost.
The silence now is broken
By a horde of Zergling screams
All thoughts of home are banished
By the one last lone Marine.

He grips his rifle tightly
And waits for them to near
His stimpack gives a final shot
And drives away his fear.
His rifle chatters loudly
Tracers strafing in a stream
He fires down at the charging Zerg
The one last lone Marine

The aliens charge heedlessly
Into the hail of fire
But many run behind them
With legs that never tire.
Like a wall that pushes back the tide
Or a dike restrains the sea
He stands and holds his ground alone
The one last lone Marine.

The comlink crackles static
And no one hears him scream
As the Zerglings close around him
The one last lone Marine.

something i wish i have lots of right now… free time.

first and foremost, happy new year to everyone. i’m here back home in zamboanga city, philippines. a minute ago i was able to connect to my cousin’s linksys wireless AP in the usual gentoo 2007 goodness. now i’m doing my first sync in 6 months.

there.

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