Creepy Hand Motions

homeostatis @ 2008-05-06T23:59:00

2008-05-06T17:00:00Z

When more than 5 people on your f-list do a meme, you know it's time to give in to peer pressure:

✖✔ POSITIVE+NEGATIVE MEME - RP EDITION ✔✖

(LEXA. JAMIE. You gaiz aren't allowed to laugh kay. :|)

TODAY I watched Bleach in Thai (the cemetery episode where Ichigo gets his ass whooped by the mommy-killer), followed by G.I. Joe cartoons in English. Both on the same network, one after the other. I still don't understand, though.

SEE. You can discover new things everyday!

Is that wailing I hear in the distance?

2007-12-17T14:12:56Z

Dear Diary,

I still hate Christmas.

Just thought you should know.

I’ve been drinking condensed milk for the past two days.

Love,
Clio

P.S. My arm feels like something's trying to rip its way out of my flesh. ;___;

Because it's been a while since my last public post~

2007-05-06T18:02:43Z

Jamie I will get back at you for introducing me to La Corda D’Oro by, uh… getting you hooked on drugs or something. Yeah.

~~For godssakes it’s not even that good.~~

You watch your back Jammes. You watch your back because one of these days... *wags finger*

A new way to handle stress? No stress.

2007-04-05T07:20:32Z

I slept at 7:20am... this morning.

And woke up at 2pm.

But I'm not tired.

I have no sense of time here because my dad has thick curtains. Erk.

homeostatis @ 2007-03-24T12:31:00

2007-03-24T04:31:57Z

Crap, my house is going to hell. ~_~ Our fridge just broke earlier. Now we're stuck using the gigantic, old freezer we were keeping in the hallway. >_>

More crap:

Bleach:

The Importance of Hair (done for drabble_trade)
Yumichika crossed his arms, looking at Ikkaku irately, “Don’t be such a spoilsport. An ungracious attitude is so ugly.”

“I fucking told you already, NO. Damn it, leave me alone… And GET OFF MY HEAD YOU ARRGH.” The 3rd seat took a swipe at the pink blur leaping off his head, missing by a few inches. The pink blur materialized on Kenpachi who had, strangely enough, several long braids running down his back. He looked sober.

“But you have toooooo!” Yachiru whined, holding up a bright green Mohawk-wig, “It’s funny-hair day today!”

Behind her Maki-Maki nodded, sporting bright blue spikes.

Trouble, my name is Isane (done for drabble_trade)
Isane remembers the only time she got into trouble on purpose. Back when they still lived in Rukongai, Kiyone had burst into her room at the dead of night, panicked over the most recent bit of trouble she’d gotten herself into. They were hardly in the lowliest sector of Rukongai but they were poor and alone; a circumstance that often led to hungry nights spent huddling against each other for warmth.

The younger sister had been hungry; she’d stolen food and was being hunted for it. Isane understood, sisterly love overcoming any personal feelings she might have on the matter. She’d stood outside their small hut, apologized profusely and lied that she’d been the one to take the food. They were younger and more alike in looks than when they would when they were older; the men bought the lie despite her clean record.

Isane was beaten and forced to work off the debt.

Although, as much as she disliked the disconcerting feeling getting into trouble gave her, she couldn’t bring herself to regret her decision. Not while Kiyone was safe and happy.

Fun
Kenpachi laughed, a barking sound that may or may not have caused the simultaneous fainting of several lower 4th division seats. Not that he cared. The story he’d been presented with was fucking hilarious and that was always worth a good laugh.

Yachiru had come back to the 11th division headquarters bloody beyond belief. Cursory examination had proven that, no, she wasn’t about to die and, yes, something apparently died in her place.

Said something: one of Kuchiki Byakuya’s precious horses (available only in certain areas of Rukongai).

A pissed off noble was always fun.

Perks
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY FUKUTAICHOU!”

Almost a thousand 11th division men bowed in unison, holding out their respective packages. Yachiru clapped her hands in delight, seated on ~~her throne~~ Kenpachi’s shoulder and gazing down at all the presents just for her.

That was one of the perks of being the boss’ daughter after all.

Naruto:

Hopeless Romantic
Lee was insane, although behind all that he was the kind of boy that everyone wished for. He was sweet, charming, and an utter romantic. He could sweep a girl off her feet and literally carry her off into the sunset. He would be devoted, never uttering a single complaint or wishing for anything more than his beloved’s happiness.

It was just too bad that despite all that he didn’t have the looks to accompany it. And we all know that that was what counted in the end.

Inuyasha:

Rin
“You’ve taught her how to speak with a speech impediment,” Inu no Taisho quirked an eyebrow, “Cute.”

Rin was too busy pouting up at the (much, much) older youkai to care, “Rin asks that you forgive her au-au-auday-ci-tee but you did not properly address Rin’s Sesshomaru-sama.”

The large dog demon, who looked a lot like her Sesshomaru-sama, looked down at her for a moment. He blinked once before laughing out loud.

“Kinda warms your heart, eh Sess?” He chuckled at his frowning son, “I always found it cute when these humans start to talk back. They’re simply adorable at this age.”

Homework

2007-03-08T14:45:36Z

The Academy Awards are up so I decided to make my own list of movies and titles they would’ve won had there been a “Martha Awards”:

Bridge to Terabithia – Most Depressing Escapist Movie Award

Blood Diamond – The Most Blood Used in a Single Scene Award

Night at the Museum - Feel Good Movie of the Year Award

The Fountain - The Most Spiritual Piece of Crap Award

The Curse of the Golden Flower - The Most Elusive Movie Award

The Prestige - The Most Frustratingly Elusive Movie Award

Casino Royale - The I Missed Peirce Brossnan Award

Charlottes Web - Best Soundtrack Because I’m Biased Award

Ghost Rider - The Most Demons Used in a Single Shot Award

Fragile - Scariest Nanny Award

Eragon - Now Where Did They Get All That Foil Award

Agent x44 - Best Dressed Award

Déjà vu - The Most ~~Confusing~~ Awesome Sci-Fi Romance Award

The Da Vinci Code - Ow My Religion Award

The Holiday - Best Action Soundtrack in a Romance Film Award

And of course…

Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl - There Is No Way In Hell I’m Going To Forget This One ~~(mostly out of sentiment, but still)~~ Award

More to come ~~if my memory comes back~~.

In essence, I'm shaking my 8-ball for people

2007-03-06T11:46:58Z

The Magic-8-Ball is my master and I am but its humble servant.

(So this is officially a messenger-killing-free zone, kayz? Kayz.)

For the rest of you mortals, my master (the Great Magic-8-Ball) wishes to inform you that you may each ask it~~--him, I mean him! Don't hit me my liege!!!--~~a question (questiiiooooooon/z) via comment on this journal entry.

I will be ~~honored~~ happy to oblige by shaking said master and passing on its infitite knowledge. Go, go Power Rangers! ~~I should be studying.~~

homeostatis @ 2007-02-16T20:11:00

2007-02-16T12:51:08Z

Ow, fuck, I just burned myself in the shower. It was all purple and red and now there's a welt. D:

Macbeth doth come~

2007-02-04T02:14:44Z

A bunch of fics I actually finished writing. This must be the first in, what, years? Well, whatever then~ Read if you want, don't read if you want. I'm just putting it up for anyone who wants to try and correct my grammar and/or atrocious spelling. :D

For the 20_truths community. I'm still waiting for my claim to be accepted:

Naruto:

20 Random Truths about Sasori and Deidara:

1. In the beginning there was Sasori and Deidara. The blonde remembers thinking of how ugly his partner was; the red-head remembers wondering about how such a pretty girl got into the Akatsuki. To their eternal mortification, not everything is skin deep.

2. When Deidara was told that he ~~should be honored because he~~ would be working alongside the infamous Akasuna no Sasori he immediately assumed that his new partner would be a boring, wrinkly old fogey who would be unconcerned for everything but himself. To his amusement, he was only partially correct.

3. When Sasori was first told that his new partner was a 16-year-old blonde bomb specialist from Iwagakure the first image he’d gotten was of a cackling blonde bombshell. He wasn’t disappointed (and although he’d originally figured it to be a girl, Deidara was certainly feminine enough that this didn’t make much of a difference to Sasori).

4. Deidara’s initial reaction to seeing Sasori’s “real” form had been to whistle ~~in appreciation~~ and say, “And I thought I had to watch out for Itachi-san, un!”

5. When Deidara learned that his partner was an artists too he’d promptly squealed, exclaimed “finally, un!” and found himself bitterly disappointed when the other refused to appreciate his explosive show of “joy”.

6. When Sasori learned that his new partner was an artist, aside from his sudden interest in meeting someone new, he’d wondered where the whole “bomb specialist” thing came in. Then he met Deidara and was ~~horrified~~ incredibly annoyed at how quickly the other turned one of his puppets into ash.

7. Sasori would never even entertain the notion of entering into a relationship with his MUCH YOUNGER partner because, while he had a lot of things in common with Orochimaru, he certainly wasn’t a dirty, nasty pedophile like him. No way. (The fact that both he and Deidara were both men was often lost on the master puppeteer mainly because, even after years of partnership, he still accidentally refers to Deidara as a girl in his mind.)

8. Deidara’s mechanical eye had been an object of Sasori’s curiosity for a long time before he finally caved and inquired about it months after they were partnered up. Deidara had simply shrugged, grinned, and answered, “Just a disagreement in the family, un.” It was the first in a very long time that Sasori felt a cold chill settle over him.

9. In truth, Sasori actually finds Deidara’s little nickname for him rather endearing, if not a little irksome (mostly because the brat only started calling him that to mock him). It was nice to be appreciated (somewhat) without first having to put a binding jutsu on the other. At any rate, it was as good as a private joke between them (and nothing was creepier than two S-Class missing Nins sharing a joke right before they were going to kill you).

10. Sasori would probably never admit it but Orochimaru managed to significantly creep him out when the other, upon setting his snake-like eyes upon Sasori’s “real body” perked up and suddenly grew more affectionate. This actually makes him glad for Deidara because ~~he didn’t enjoy feeling like a 12 year old again~~ the worst the other could do was make “my danna’s so pretty” cracks.

11. The “un” had always been a little strange to him, but Sasori never really minded it. Strangely enough, he wasn’t as annoyed at Deidara was he probably should have been.

12. Sasori’s distinct inclination to live in his puppet always served to creep Deidara out because the blonde couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to live in such confined spaces when they could be out flying instead.

13. Contrary to popular belief, Sasori doesn’t dislike his partner anymore than he dislikes humanity in general. Similarly, Deidara doesn’t so much go out of his way to bother his danna than he does “accidentally” blow stuff up from time to time.

14. The whole mouths-on-his-hands thing disgusted Sasori because, honestly, the man was an anal-retentive hygiene freak.

15. The first and only time Deidara had ever taken Sasori flying, the older man had crankily demanded (in a calm, steely voice that reminded Deidara of one particularly vicious old lady back in his home town) that he be allowed off the horrible clay contraption NOW.

16. Sometimes Sasori can’t help but think that his partner is so painfully young. It wasn’t that he was naïve or innocent but that he sometimes did such stupid things. Similarly, Deidara can’t help but accuse his partner of being an old man, especially when the other would demand that he stop flying and come down because YES, flying naked would probably alert the nearby hidden village and NO, he wouldn’t help him out if he got sick again.

17. Sasori, to Deidara’s eternal horror, likes to sleep in warm, dry places. Deidara, on the other hand, like it’s cool and humid. Needless to say, a place to camp out is often a subject of heated debate between the two of them (just like their art, and meals, and clothes, and fighting styles, and travel routes, and whether Deidara’s a natural blonde…)

18. The only times when they really made use of the fact that Deidara was a blonde haired, blue eyed bombshell was when they ran out of money and needed the help of a poor, hapless rich man who didn’t know the difference between a woman and an S-Class Nin (although there usually isn’t much of a difference, but we digress).

19. The whole “puppet Kazekage” thing amused Deidara to no end when it was revealed to him because it served to remind Sasori that he was much older than he looked and that was certainly fun to tease his danna about.

20. Deidara once (excitedly) remarked that he and his danna were perfect for each other and that, if anything, their hair colors were a testament to this. Red and yellow, just like ~~McDonalds~~ ketchup and mustard or blood and bile or the sun or a funny looking robin that was red and yellow. Sasori’s leveled, flat, and unappreciative stare was enough to send Deidara in a fit of laughter so strong he knocked himself over. Ass-spawned, hell-worthy metaphor indeed.

And a bunch of drabbles that have no where to go:

Bleach:

He was her whole world. A large man, a shadow constant since the fated day they met.

She always claimed that he was her whole world and that nothing was better than being with her Ken-chan. Many people thought to disagree but whenever they saw the two together they couldn’t help but notice that she did indeed look happy.

What these people never seemed to notice, however, is how much happier Kenpachi looked whenever the little girl was around. How much lighter his scowl seemed and how much less sinister his grin was.

He was her whole world, yes, but the less glaringly obvious fact was that she was also his.

--

Naruto:

When asked why his partner always seemed to have an injury of some sort regardless of whether their mission involved assassinating a daimyo in Grass country or taking out the trash, Sasori (dryly) answered that it was because Deidara apparently took hand railings, windows, and high branches as a personal challenge.

Even when he ran out of clay.

Sir Leader had shook his head and discreetly thanked Sasori for his years of service. The puppet master merely answered by (dryly) asking for a raise.

--

Itachi likes to stare into the sun. It’s an unrecorded fact, mainly because Kisame hardly talks about his partners strange quirks (the term “too many to mention” comes to mind here) and Itachi likes to be stealthy about it. Stealthy meaning psychopathically murderous of course.

On one hand, Kisame figures that he does it to be able to feel some semblance of normalcy because the sun is the one constant that’s too bright to be dimmed by the darkness that’s constantly gnawing at the back of his partner’s eyes. It probably serves as a reminder that the world wasn’t always as dark as it was now… that somehow an infinite power would be constant somewhere.

On the other hand, seeing the Uchiha stare into the sun is a sight in itself and Kisame is often reminded of fish being hung out to dry. That thought coming to mind, he would (predictably enough) get hungry and ask Itachi if they could move on and get lunch.

It was a constant source of ire for the ex-Mist nin that Itachi ate as much as an anorexic kunoichi on a stake-out mission (which is to say, he didn’t eat anything at all) because it meant that he never felt the urgent need to go anywhere, not even to eat.

Once, feeling particularly impatient that day, Kisame made a crack about this strange habit.

“You know, you’re going to go blind if you keep doing that Itachi-san.”

His broken arm and bruised eye ensured that, next time, he check his jokes before trying them out on Itachi.

(note: I'm obsessed with the mental image of Itachi staring into the sun. ._.)

I really need to start writing more worthwhile things, really.

Comin' At Ya From...

2007-01-17T15:05:05Z

*is proof that there IS internet in places other than Manila*

~~to quote Alexa:~~ More to come~*

standstill.

2007-01-14T14:31:32Z

I went to the World Pyro Olympics yesterday, the last day. Obviously, it was jam-packed with Filipinos (although I saw the occasional foreigner wrinkling his nose at the masses) all pushing and squabbling over standing room. My tito and I were lucky enough to have the money to squeeze into an over-crowded (coffee shop turned) restaurant and we had good enough seats that we didn't even feel the need to stand up. Good thing too as that was to be our prison for the next five hours...

Most of the said five hours were spent waiting and drinking iced tea so we could keep our seats without any angry waiters trying to shoo us away with their menus. The waiting period between both presentations (China and the Philippines I believe) was roughly half an hour longer than our original wait of 7:00am-8:30pm-- dinner to the start of the show.

Part of me is glad that I didn't go with you guys (sorry dudes) because a.) The wait would have killed you, b.) We wouldn't have found a restaurant without my tito waving his wallet in people's faces and c.) We would've had a hell of a time going home. Honestly, had I gone with anyone else I probably would have had to resort to sitting on the sidewalk with the other children.

Although the wait was hot and more bothersome than some people would have appreciated, I think it was well worth it (unfortunately for me, most Filipino's are stubborn and refuse to vacate the premises even under severely uncomfortable conditions). I don't get bored easily even without paper and pen so it wasn't quite the sacrifice on my part. Iced tea kept me cool ~~although it really reminded me too much of Sir Ian~~. The crying children made me laugh.

I guess I didn't mind so much because I actually do like fireworks. Sure, they're noisy pieces of crap that destroy the environment (a certain part of me still greatly dislikes them) but I like how they light up the night sky. Although, truth be told, I enjoy other people's reactions more.

And, boy, are Filipino's a great audience. ~~This is the part of me that's optimistic about why they hold the competition here of all places.~~ They cheer, they clap, they hoot good-naturedly. The children are usually wide-awake, enough so to join their parents in the mass production of noise pollution. And sure, it gets noisy but it's never anything I can't block out.

Although the moment the fireworks started it seemed like everyone froze. For one moment, they all went quiet. It was like they'd fallen into some kind of happy trance.

But, as are most things in the Philippines, it was temporary (oh, go on, bash me for this) and their ~~immature~~ heartfelt cheers couldn't be stifled. Everyone felt the need to clap whenever a firework went off. Keep in mind that this was a fireworks competition and, thus, there was a lot of clapping going on. It was funny, mostly because of how in sync everyone was. Whenever a golden rocket would slowly make it's way up, they all held their breath in anticipation (I can still hear the "uy! uy! uy!" behind me); when something big and explosive would spread across the starless sky a resounding "Oooooooh" would prevail; and when something truly amusing would crop up everyone would "woot" to their heart's content. It was as if none of them have ever seen fireworks before. I, personally, attribute it to an in-born immaturity in the human race and try to view it as a mom views her children cheering for a character on TV it's not like I do that, of course not. Nope. No way Jose *hypocrite*.

There was also one set of fireworks, a bunch of strange gold flares that lit into the sky one by one, that dominates my memory primarily because of a joke someone made about it. I forget what it's called but it acted like a rocket or a flare, flying up into the sky leaving a bright trail behind it. It didn't blow up or end in a shower of sparks but merely wound its way up before suddenly disappearing (zigzagging and swerving enough that a police officer should have ticketed it). ~~Speaking of the police, I saw one using his cell phone to take a video of the whole thing. It was amusing.~~

I was marveling at how pretty it was when, suddenly, someone from the back (standing room) yelled out "Parang SPERM O!". It seemed to me that, for one moment, the nation was united in their amusement over a sperm joke. We're so mature. ~~Hell, I laughed.~~

It was fun though. Like I said, I enjoy seeing the sky lit up with ~~fiery messengers of doom~~ fake stars. It seems apt for some reason.

Although I really wish it didn't take me three hours to get home (the entire thing let up at around 11:15pm). I also wish that I didn't have to walk 30 minutes just to catch the car in an area where the traffic wasn't at a stand-still (I'm still itching from the bus fumes.) But wishes never really come true especially if their expiration date was 24 hours ago, so I won't be bitter this time.

At least I got to see stuff explode in the sky. That's a definite plus.

I was hoping that one of them would apply the "Spider" effect but I suppose it's difficult to use it in a competition. :/

*still doesn't want to go to school in the morning*

//paperwork//

2007-01-13T07:41:01Z

Clarisse and I won the Open Debate finals yesterday~ :D Congratulate us fools!!!

...

Much better.

As for Ylai, she was named "Best Speaker". (Cheer for her fools!!! ... better.) Seriously dude, you were awesome. 8D Go Lai.

That's about it. Nothing more to report except for the fact that I split my lip earlier. It bled a little but it's better now.

Adios~

I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY!

2007-01-07T15:47:11Z

I fixed the toilet today (the damn thing was dripping again) so everytime it flushes properly I get giddy deep inside.

It's a little weird, but people have had stranger secrets. 8D

~~You can tell I really don't want to go back to school tomorrow.~~

Look into my eyes and tell me...

2006-12-09T17:07:41Z

Your Eyes Should Be Hazel

Your eyes reflect: Intellect and sensuality

What's hidden behind your eyes: Subtle manipulation

What Color Should Your Eyes Be?

Ahhhahahahahaha. I dunno. ARE my eyes Hazel? *turns to the mirror and squints*

My mom has the same gun as James Bond

2006-12-02T11:01:20Z

Four Day Weekend Woot.

(and I'm so late posting this)

And guess what I learned? My mom has a Walther PP! ~~Like James Bond!~~ It's so common but still kinda cool. I just gotta wonder why I never noticed before.

~~I'd find it even cooler if she had a Luger or a Smith and Wesson M&P or a Machine Gun but yeah...~~

Damn it all. I want one now.

Shake that groove thing, shake that move what huh?

2006-11-15T18:32:22Z

Two AM. Not as bad as last night. Maybe I'm going for a record. I'm not sure. My thought processes are a little muddled although I can still enjoy To Kill A Mockingbird without laughing over Scouts name.

Although I got pretty damned close to that point at Alexa's house earlier. Yeah. :D

Storybook's as done as it can get. Where's 'Lexa? Apparently her fears were not unfounded seeing as we have several pages lacking. I'll call her at around 4AM. Her maid's should be up already.

I don't want to sleep. I don't want to sleep. I don't want to sleep. But I gotta study for Lit so I might as well get some shut eye while I'm at it.

Wow. This entry lacks my usual humor. So much so that I think it's starting to depress me. Or that could be a headache coming on, I'm not sure anymore. I need a cup of coffee, preferrably black, preferrably not from the streets thankyoubebengforthe3-in-1.

I think I like windows. But I'm not sure.

Surprisingly coherent for someone who hasn't slept in more than a day (sans my little nap during Math period which hardly counts as a nap seeing as I still got up before the end of the seatwork and had to do it anyway damn it) I don't remember what my original sentence was anymore.

:|

Leave me alone. I do not need to sleep. I have risen above the level of sleep. You poor mortals whose lives of summer distance one from the truth of all-inspiring awe and the gratitude of the gods be felled upon thee whose manner is as courtly as that which grace favours his men Apollo.

Someday, I'm going to own a plane called "Apollo" and fly it into a cliff just to see it burst into flames. Of course, it'll be state-of-the-art with its own navigation system so my pilot doesn't have to die. Unless he really wants to. ~~Yes, I DID say "fly it into a cliff".~~

Oh wellllllll. Lalalalalala. AAAAAAAAAHAHAHA.

Yeah, ok, stress management? I got that. I just don't wanna use it.

Mommy's gone off the deep end

2006-11-14T14:15:42Z

Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck. Yeah. :D

I spent 5 hours at school coloring and what did I get done? 3 pages. And they're effing weird. And stupid. Let's not forget stupid. Stupid's good. Yeah. :D:D:D

I should get back to the stupid--er, I mean, storybook. Yeah. :D:D:D:D:D:D

homeostatis @ 2006-09-23T23:35:00

2006-09-23T15:36:24Z

September 23’ 2006

So…

… last Thursday was, quite possibly, the most stressful day I’ve ever encountered. Early in the morning I had to finish my math homework (mali-mali na siguro, noh?) and do Chem (I think. I’m not sure anymore @.@).

In the afternoon, we had to practice/make our CLE song (used “Gift” this time. We lacked practice but it was ok. Could’ve been better though); this was from 4:00pm-5:00pm. After that, I had to dash over to the college area where the team was practicing for Pep Day; practice went on from 5:00pm-7:00pm. It was only supposed to be until 6:00pm—I was going to go to Pat’s house at that time— but, well, 7:00pm. I went to Pat’s house after practice.

So, getting to Pat’s house an hour after I was supposed to, we started work on the class project after a really, really big and nice and big dinner *smile*. Jamie had to leave at 8:00pm and thus, Pat and I toiled on our own (of course, Jamie was doing her own toiling at her house. We called to bother her and everything.)

I stayed until 11:45pm. My eyes were red. Pat was almost falling asleep on the floor. The Rambutan was all gone (*guilty*). We were starting to make jokes about us accidentally falling asleep on our spots on the floor only to jolt awake the next morning, light streaming in through the window. Whole thing should’ve been a sleep over at the rate we were going.

It was ~~fun~~ horrible, kinda. Woulda been fun if we had the chance to “chillax” once in a while.

Anyway, so after Thursday came ~~Monday~~ Friday. Pep Day. Yey. (I rhyme. Woo-hoo.)

We had a little practice during lunch but otherwise had to do the whole presentation raw (the Taekwondo team was 2nd to the last… right before Hard Court >.>). It wasn’t too bad, if not a little rough at times (seeing as half of us were watching Pink ‘cause we had no idea what to do next). I’m happy I got to do breaking again though… and that I actually managed to kick it this year (GAAAAH!!!! COOKIE!!!!! *still hurting from last year*). I’m not sure if jumping-front kick actually exists but… well… yeah. It works.

So, I think that’s about it. Nothing to report about today (talked to Maggie-san, posted here and there, a little RPing, sleep, lie around, ‘S about it)

And… just ‘cause I’m bored and stuff, let me welcome you to: GOTH MODE!

*entering “Goth Mode”*

And the world, bleak as a winter’s waning day, lay upon a bed of roses; fresh. It falls upon me heavily, the weight of joy and sorrow in one.

I STOP.

And the pain overwhelms me. Like the rough seas rolling on tired rocks, they crash and crumble and tear at my soul ‘til nothing forebear’s my fate and it spills… upon the rocks they spill.

OMGEE!!!!!11111!!!!oneone!

*exiting “Goth Mode”*

… sigh. Worse than last time but drabbling helps me “purge” (ugh, that sounds so bad). ‘S not like you guys have to read it or anything—that’s kinda what the warning’s there for.

As a side-note, I just have to ask: “FRIENDED”??? ”FRIENDED”??? Is it so hard to write BE-friended? Why does LJ have to perpetuate the loss of grammar and correct spelling (as well as punctuation) in our society?! Whay???!!!!!??!!!??! <- is being hypocritical again.

Now entering~~!

2006-09-20T15:11:14Z

September 20’ 2006

Belated Happy B-Day to Dana who’s over in tagaytay ~~getting all weepy and stuff.~~

--

AUGH, WHY DIDN’T YOU PASS IT?? No, better yet, why’d you have to drag us all down with you??

Ok, let me explain my little outburst: today, we took our histo quizzes (y’know, the surprise one about the 3 Renaissance Philosophies. Yeah, that one) and after slaving over our symbols and song comparisons… guess what? She didn’t accept it because someone was late in passing the damn thing. My whole row got a fucking zero for the quiz.

Sigh. Anyway, no real use ranting about it now (although it pisses me off that she didn’t have the decency to look apologetic, she at least apologized—although something about it didn’t seem very sincere. Or maybe she was trying that whole ‘hiding emotions’ thing but it doesn’t seem her) even if we’re not even going to be allowed to take a make-up exam (I’m really bitter about this particular quiz, ‘cause it’s the one I felt I actually had a chance in. I thought my essay covered all the points and that my symbol was short, to the point, and easily understandable). Bah. Ok. Cleansing.

*entering “Hippie Mode”*

The sun, wonderful in its blessed warmth, holds promise with the truth and life in its eternal splendor. The wind. It flows like the life through our fingertips. Our life. Lost to the darkness as the wind blows it away. Forever.

*exiting “Hippie Mode”*

~~Drabbles are fun.~~… I feel a little better.

Sheeeeyeah. Okie-dokie panokie. Sigh.

Anyway, I’ve been looking through my “livejournal” file on my computer (it’s where I write all these rants when I don’t have internet) and I realized just how many rants/narratives I haven’t put up yet (mainly because they’re all unfinished). Now, because I’m a vain bastard and I think it would be a shame to scrap my little tale about Ylai’s post-birthday outing, I’ve decided to put up a little rant pile at the end of every month (give or take a few when I’m feeling lazy).

It’s basically for anything I’ve missed… like birthday’s and stuff. >_> Just to let you guys know that I WAS thinking of you… I just, never finished the thought.

(I bet you’re wondering about my “Hippie Mode” huh? Well, keep wondering. I’m not up to explaining it tonight. ~~Also watch out for “Gangsta Mode” and “Goth Mode”, as well as “Fairy Princess Mode”</strike.)~~

All artsy-like-and-stuff

2006-09-05T14:54:57Z

September 5' 2006

Mi addendum:

I forgot to add that I got a "best work" award in art! Woohoo~! Go me! *dance* And it was one of my more half-assed works too (I had to fill a whole page with patterns and stuff-- I got so sick of it that I actually drew Bleach characters... and a Pikachu. I just shaded it differently so it wouldn't be so obvious). Me so happy.

(btw, Patty Santos got a "best work" for the cray-pas 4-panel crap thing that stained my hands green. Her's was cool. She deserved it. :) Go Patty! She won for the hardest one pa naman. Naks. *imitates Jessica*)

Another art thing: I made this one-page comic for my Social Headline (I inked and colored it and everything) and I was uber proud of it. Yey. My hard work paid off. Miss gave it back to me earlier with an "EXCELLENT" on the back ( :O ) and with a note to give it to her after ~~my classmates finish gawking and praising my genius~~ it's done hanging in the classroom.

Go me. Go big-headed-me.

(No, seriously though, I'm just happy. Hahaha. Glad to know the 300 Baht+20something pesos I spent on my markers and inking pen, respectively, was worth it.)

Peace out!

Sharing belated greetings

2006-09-05T09:01:55Z

I wrote this the other day ‘cause I was bored… and I’m posting it, well, ‘cause I want to.

September 3’ 2006

I don’t like today. I don’t know why but I just… don’t like today in general. I’ve been having a little fun goofing off (drawing in between using the internet, watching re-runs of CSI, R.O.D., Yu Yu Hakusho, and everything but Pokemon—God forbid, I think Cartoon Network removed Pokemaniac—, and trying not to get started on Chem) but I haven’t really been enjoying myself now that I think about it. It’s not very mentally stimulating, watching all that TV. ~~And God knows drawing takes absolutely no real mental power whatsoever.~~

I kinda wish I had a book to read or something, or maybe some homework I need to get finished (Chem and Social don’t count. I only have to draw for Chem and Social’s a fucking poem). I sound a little crazy don’t I? Yeah, well… shut up your face.

I just finished reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone, but I started again just for *fun*. I’ve finished reading half the fanfics archived in the Bleach section, responded to every comment on all the RPG’s I’m a part of, and cleaned out my 50+ messages on my deviantART. I’ve checked and re-checked and double re-checked my e-mails, hoping that someone uploaded a new chapter or wrote a new story on fanfic (with all the people on my author/story watch you’d think one of them had something to upload today) and actually gone over some of my school notes.

The only thing I haven’t actually tried yet is writing some fanfic of my own (or maybe continue writing one of my old original stories) but I haven’t been very inspired lately (hell, this journal entry sucks like crap already. Imagine if I tried to write a narrative—oh wait, I AM writing one). I have an almost even 200 chapters of Bleach manga on my computer (I haven’t even looked past 150 yet) and am downloading more ~~I regret nothing!~~

At this point in time, if the president asked me to re-evaluate the country’s budget I’d eagerly hop to and be back with all the evaluated statements at 11PM (it’s 10PM right now). I’m ~~ashamed to say that I’m~~ horribly productive when I’m bored (now I know why my dad never pressed me to move my lazy butt—he was using reverse psychology damnit!) I even exercised (although I’m not sure if running around the house trying to expel some extra energy really counts as exercise) just to see if I would get tired and go to bed early.

All to no avail.

I’m so fucking bored it almost physically hurts… although I don’t know why I’m ranting now seeing as it’s 10.30PM and I’m about to go to sleep.

Ugh, I think I’m too bored to sleep.

I want a Shinigami to come through my bedroom window searching for a Hollow that’s nearby/trying to kill my family. After I kick him/her, thinking that he/she’s just some really stupid but normal human thief, I want him/her to explain Soul Society, Hollows, and a variety of other things using badly drawn diagrams. Then, proceeding with the story, I want a Hollow to pop up, scare the bajeezus out of everyone in the house ~~and kill my kuya~~ after which I gain Shinigami powers and wow everyone with the size and power of my zanpakuto. Then I go on a wild, strange adventure with said underpowered Shinigami (who has to dress in the AC uniform—I’d love to see that if it’s a guy), unexpectedly meeting some strange new individuals and dragging my friends into the whole mess. (Gods, the horribly unoriginal things I think of when I’m bored)

Sigh. I can ~~hope~~dream.

Moral of this entry/“what I learned from anime”: ~~Life would be more exciting with a death god in your closet~~

September 5’ 2006

Mood: Not quite as bored as I was when I wrote that previous entry.

With absolutely nothing to say, I really should start studying now.

Really.

Any time now.

*whistles*

Well, shit (you can tell I’ve been playing Kenpachi too long Lex, I’m starting to curse periodically now).

I’m going to go… do stuff… ~~like play solitaire~~… even if I should be studying… um…

I can’t bring myself to do it. I can’t. Honestly. I’ve been sitting here for 4 and a half hours already and I still can’t start studying for Chem (hell, the panic button in my mind’s been beeping for several hours already and I still refuse to listen to it).

If I fail 3rd year, will someone please shoot me? Thank you ~~Jess~~.

BTW, Belated Happy Birthday to Alexa and Carissa! (haha, ~~you’re just a side-note in my LJ~~ sorry for not dedicating an entry to you guys ^^; You have to shaaaare.)

Teh Munchies

2006-08-20T09:28:13Z

There's never anything to eat anymore. Before, I used to have so much food it's a wonder I ever managed to eat it all (I think a few of those left overs actually rotted and disintegrated in the fridge before I got to them).

But now...

Sure, I still get my 3 square meals and all that jazz. Maybe an apple after dinner or something. But during that waiting period between 11.00am and 5.00pm (lunch and dinner), and 5.30pm and 10.30pm (dinner and beddy-bye) I have absolutely nothing to munch on; whatever left overs we have from lunch or dinner are completely gone by the time lunch and dinner finish and nothing can stay in our fridge long enough to survive the night (this answers the question "why do you sleep with your potato chips under your pillow Martha?").

I just recently went outside to check if there was still some chicken noodle soup leftover from lunch (no, I am not sick) and found, to my horror, the large pot empty. THE LARGE POT WAS EMPTY.

Y'see, our maid has this mother-syndrome-problem-thing. She has to feed us like we're her starving, half-dead children (or grandchildren if the term "mother hen" isn't strong enough) and thus, she usually cooks enough food to feed an army (of the living dead no less). Earlier this afternoon, there was a large pot of chicken noodle soup. But now there isn't.

Because while our maid needs to cook and cook and cook (even when I'm the only one eating at home) my brother needs to eat and eat and eat. Yeah, he ate that weird thing at the back of the fridge too (I think).

I'm eating peanut butter right now. With a spoon.

'cause something's gotta tide me over until dinner. ><|||

(ok, confession time... I didn't write this out of frustration or hunger--although there IS a lot of both of those things right now--but because I was bored. BORED. BORED. And I finished my Headline thing already. ~_~)

I have eyeshadow and I'm not afraid to use it!

2006-08-17T12:09:34Z

I wrote this yesterday but wasn't able to do anything after that 'cause mi bro threw me off the chair:

Today, I was forced to wear mascara. For our Filipino presentation. Yeah.

Due to the fact that it was rather difficult to remove (I didn't even try anymore after it took Alexa almost 5 minutes to get hers off), I decided to keep it on until I got home (thus, I will not be a tool used for the amusement of others).

I observed several facinating reactions while I was wearing it:

-Pat B. told me that it was the same amount Jack Sparrow wears. Before walking off (I suspect she was laughing internally)
-Dalmathia looked at me, pointed, and asked "Where's your Pirate haaaat?"
-When I asked Ms.Chem if I could get my books in my locker, she turned around, caught a glimpse of me and her mouth--which was opening to answer my question--curved into a small, supressed smile. She twitched. A beat. Then, "ok."
-My bus mother took one good look at me and laughed really, really hard.
-The other bus mother-- the one mine was talking to-- joined her. And told me it suited me. Really well. (insert more laughter here)
-When my bus mother accidentally caught me eye on the bus, she crammed a hand into her mouth and stifled her laughter.
-When I got home, our guard shot up in his seat and asked me what happened at school. He thought I got into a fight. He thought I had two black eyes.
-Our maid came into my room, asked me what I wanted for dinner, and promptly stopped mid-sentence.
-When I went back downstairs (after-- finally!-- washing my face) the guard, in a very disappointed and very strange tone, asked me what happened to my make-up.

It was... interesting.

And I don't like it. Humph.

On to better news... I'm... FINALLY DONE WITH MY MODERN KNIGHT PROJECT!!! WOOHOO!!! ... Yeah.

--

I submitted that stupid project already. Humph. And no Taekwondo today. :D (partly 'cause I decided to skip and went straight home, partly 'cause our coach/es decided to skip and went straight home/stayed at home too)

Bwahahahahahahaha.

Tests

2006-08-14T11:02:15Z

Because I am a cheap-ass loser, I decided that, instead of writing a nice entry about my day at school, I will put in a few of the tests that I was doing today: (so... yeah, enjoy. And tell me what you are).

~~Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers~~

You are a PHOENIX in your soul and your wings make a statement. Huge and born of flame, they burn with light and power and rebirth. Ashes fall from your wingtips. You are an amazingly strong person. You survive, even flourish in adversity and hardship. A firm believer in the phrase, 'Whatever doesn't kill you only makes you stronger,' you rarely fear failure. You know that any mistake you make will teach you more about yourself and allow you to 'rise from the ashes' as a still greater being. Because of this, you rarely make the same mistake twice, and are not among the most forgiving people. You're extremely powerful and wise, and are capable of fierce pride, passion, and anger. Perhaps you're this way because you were forced to survive a rough childhood. Or maybe you just have a strong grasp on reality and know that life is tough and the world is cruel, and it takes strength and independence to survive it. And independence is your strongest point - you may care for others, and even depend on them...but when it comes right down to it, the only one you need is yourself. Thus you trust your own intuition, and rely on a mind almost as brilliant as the fire of your wings to guide you.You are eternal and because you have a strong sense of who and what you are, no one can control your heart or mind, or even really influence your thinking. A symbol of rebirth and renewal, you tend to be a very spiritual person with a serious mind - never acting immature and harboring a superior disgust of those who do. Likewise, humanity's stupidity and tendency to want others to solve their problems for them frustrates you endlessly. Though you can be stubborn, outspoken, and haughty, I admire you greatly.Image Source: stp.ling.uu.se/ ~klasp/Boris.html
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You scored as Chaotic Neutral. A Chaotic Neutral person is someone who is self-motivated to the extreme. Thier actions may sometimes confuse others, due to their lack of moral affiliation. They have little respect for laws, and avoid both the temptation of evil and a feeling of duty to do good. These people can go along with either side of an argument- as long as they benifit from the result!

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Chaotic Neutral

80%

Chaotic Evil

65%

Lawful
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65%

True Neutral

60%

Neutral Evil

55%

Neutral Good

55%

Lawful Neutral

50%

Chaotic Good

45%

Lawful Good

35%

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Fine. As promised.

2006-08-10T14:20:10Z

So... uh... where to begin?

Well, basically, my day started when I woke up ~~It steadily went downhill from there.~~

I went to school, studied, ate recess, studied, drew during CLE, got beaten around by Ally (along with the rest of the class), ate lunch (Mongolian Grill from Pat B. Thanks Pat!), and... well... this is where it gets (a little) more interesting.

Lit class. It would be insulting to say that it's currently my favorite class. It would be more appropriate to say that it is THE BEST CLASS (yes, in the world). I'm sorry if some of you don't agree with me, but I love lit. It's relatively simple and while she challenges us to be more creative and to think objectively the tasks she assigns are-- dare I say?-- fun.

Anyway. Back to what happened... although it isn't so much what happened as it was what I did.

Due to lack of "creativity" while presenting the Word for the Day, Clarisse was forced to turn to her ~~useless~~ friends for help (as Ally's little group was forbidden to do anymore skits. Miss was getting sick of their faces). I volunteered and thus began our beautiful collaboration. This was a day or two ago. And we planned to initiate it today.

The Word for the Day was "beweep". (Oh I bewept the fate of our poor classmates).

... getting scared yet? No? Well... damn.

Um, anyway...

As soon as Clarisse finished explaining the word for the day I let out an earsplitting shriek (or sob, I couldn't tell. I was too busy with the performance). Let's just say I wasn't the only one screaming as Ally almost flew off her chair when I attached myself to her desk to sob disconsolately.

I kinda wish I was able to see their faces when it happened... but I suppose scaring my seatmates (and causing Alexa-- despite having warned her about it already-- to loose focus during the rest of the lit class) is a good enough reward.

(ok, so I had fun doing it. So sue me.)

Bleh, sorry if the narration's a little crappy (and self-centered). I'm trying to keep a conversation with a 6-year-old on YM and I'm rather sleepy.

YAWN.