Find your niche.
- About Cid
- Beneath the sky.
- Male ♂
- Also Known As
- Favorite Pokémon
- ★ Squirtle
- Tater Tot
- I used to be popular here~
- Fumes Of Fury
- Raised by the bastards of 1969
- You can call me Treecko
- Double battles veteran
- All dreams are but another reality.
- Virtual Chatot
- Ça m'énerve
- Beat 358/2 Days on 10/5/09
- Am I kawaii know? Uguu~
- Um... I like pizza!
My life is in shambles right now. College is proving to be too difficult. But maybe, if I let go, I'll be able to walk again. I don't know what lies ahead, but I am hopeful that it'll get better.
For now, with a heavy heart, I'll be walking out the doors of PC, five years later, and eons and eons wiser.
I remember entering PC as a young, twelve year old kid. Looking to play ROM hacks. Searching for a site that holds these cool fan projects. I found PC, or more specifically, the ShinyGold...
Hey there. I'm really really sorry for disappearing for a while! For the past two weeks, I've been dealing with many problems in freshman college. My finals didn't turn out as well as I'd hoped, my one week break before entering the first week of summer classes didn't really make me any less tired, summer enrollment (that usually lasts a week) was only scheduled for two days, and worst of all, I just got cut from my scholarship.
That last bit I feel needs some elaboration. See, my philosophy...
I'm sorry for that heck of a down time. You probably haven't noticed, but I've been offline for five or so days.
First two days was because my internet broke. :( We had to wait for service to fix it, and right when it went back to normal, I find out that my uncle flew back to this country from overseas in time for my grandma's 80th birthday. Which means I spent the next two days of being away... with my family. I feel bad that I wasn't even able to sneak in a visit here during that time,...
We try so hard to get our voices heard. To please others. To change the world.
But sometimes, we get lost along the way. These past few years, I feel that I didn't know myself anymore. Most of it I feel was because I just allowed it to happen to me. It's ironic that the very notion of wanting to do something, and getting it out there, puts you into such a passive position when it comes to defining who you are. You become so preoccupied with the fight, that you never even find the time...