The Quest of the Moonshadow Walker.

It has been a while since I last wrote my entry here…well, I don’t know if my reason is good or if it is bad. All I know is that I am enjoying whatever is taking up my while.

Well, since I went back to Laguna, yah know, chillin’ out and taking the luxury of being lazy after a very haggard semester, my little sisters (aged 9 and 10) and my equally young cousins, plus my nephews and nieces (Boy! They are really swarming our house like plague!) immediately started to bombard the shield I made for myself (so much for my solitary and hermit mode.)

My younger sisters: (Nikki) Ate, bili ka ng cd. Yung games sa computer?

                                    (Yamee) Oo nga ate, bakasyon na e. Nung pasukan nga hindi na kami nakakapaglaro sa computer namin e.

So there! Later on I found myself buying a Barbie as Rapunzel PC games for them somewhere in Ayala. (Actaully, Barbie and the

Swan

Lake

PC

games was my first choice but they could not find the copy so they suggested Barbie as Rapunzel and I was like: Yeah ok!

Para

lang sa mga kapatid ko yan e.)

It took us only a day to finish the game. (Boy! It was so easy. I was the first one to play, by the way. ;p)

Then my cousin: (

Roy

) Ate April laro ka ng Tomb Raider 3…

My sisters echoed: Oo nga ate! Ang tagal mo nang hindi nilalaro si Lara…

I was like: E hindi na nga ako nakakauwi dito nung pasukan e.

(

Roy

again) Sige na Ate April…

So there! I am currently addicted to Tomb Raider 3. But sometimes, when I am not in the mood to play…they keep on following me wherever I go and keep on asking, “Ate, maglalaro ka? (With expectant eyes and smiles…)

My nephew (aged 4) Raeniel: Tita A, magyayaro ka ng Tomb Wreyder?

I am telling you guys…you would not have the heart to turn them down. So I end up playing as Lara Croft everyday. (With the kids screaming, closing their eyes, sometimes plugging their ears with their fingers whenever Lara encounters her enemies) Hah! ;0

I am stuck with these kids but I am happy.

Day after day alone on the hill,

The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still,

But nobody wants to know him,

They can see that he’s just a fool,

And he never gives an answer,

But the fool on the hill

Sees the sun going down,

And the eyes in his head,

See the world spinning around.

Well on his way his head in a cloud,

The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud

But nobody ever hears him,

Or the sound he appears to make,

And he never seems to notice,

But the fool on the hill . . .

Nobody seems to like him

They can tell what he wants to do.

And he never shows his feelings,

But the fool on the hill . . .

The Fool on the Hill (Beatles)

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Yeah…I do not belong in this world… Mine is better.

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I don’t care if I’m a fool here as long as I’m not in my real World…