I'd be bewildered. I don't think I'd like it if he slept with the PGMA... That would be too horrible to contemplate! ><

Found it one onemanga. I was laughing all night. The teacher, Nozomu-sensei, reminds me a bit of Watanuki. Maybe because of the black hair, glasses and hakama-and-gi get-up... O.O

... I need a more optimistic outlook, I think.

1. GOING TO MIT THIS SUNDAY/MONDAY. Yay! Yay! It'll be exciting!

(Dude, I got notification of this /today/. I wouldn't have known yesterday if my friend, who I'm going up with, hadn't gotten /her/ notification yesterday. We haven't had school the last two days, so I'm kind of panicking and emailing all my teachers.

Also my phone's battery is dead and this is going to be a problem!

This is a negative and thus does not fit under the title of this post, but the parenthesis makes it invisible.)

2. Bought candy in preparation for the super long train ride! More yay! I have gummies!

3. WE FINALLY HAVE A FRENCH TEACHER AGAIN. Also, she is super, super cute. Also, we are watching Les Choristes, which is the best ever. (However, we are now going to fail the AP test. Details, details)

4. You guys! murinae drew this. IT IS LEGIT THE CUTEST THING EVER.

5. I had a fic rec. But I've lost it under all the NaNo posts on my flist! IDK, this is the first time in three years I'm not participating. It feels kind of strange to be watching panic instead of feeling it?

I have so much free time! I am not panicking over making a word count asdfjkl; THAT IS SO WEIRD

6. SHRIEK GOING TO MIT THIS WEEKEND!

We had our first little fight. Jerome was sick and busy so he didn't have time to say "good morning" and "I'm going". I was a bit mad already by the time it was late afternoon. Of course I'm a staunch believer of honest communication. Even if you're suffering or damn busy, you'd make the time to say hi to someone you cared about. Because that's what I do and what I believed in. I called him up but didn't say anything because the reception was bad. I did text to tell him that he had to tell me what's keeping him busy at the same time warn him never to get me mad. Then he reported that his unlimited text credit had expired and he'd inform me next time. I was still a bit miffed but I let it go. He explained already. The issue was done.

Anyway, Mama took me to a CT scan to check on the status of my head. I had a nasty bump from my tricycle accident three weeks ago. They were worried that I might be hemorraging or something. After almost an hour of waiting, I was wheeled into this huge machine. I guess it was kind of cool just staying still and thinking about how humans are brains attached to bodies. Haha.

After that Jerome met up with us at Greenwich Pizza to make it up to me. Somehow he ended up having a casual date with me and my mother. He was really nice though. And my mother never minded. She wasn't tolerant with other guys but she turned a blind eye on us. Jerome tried to talk up but I guess he had not mastered the art of small talk yet. It was sweet of him though to stay with us and try to get to know my mother. I also told him I appreciated his efforts. Then he walked me and Ivy to Victory although he was feeling ill. He left after ten minutes because he caught a ride with his mother. We kissed and hugged goodbye under the starry sky.

I guess having a boyfriend was the best thing ever. We could kiss anywhere and not care.

I just came home from spending time with people who are really devoted to their faith. It was awesome attending a Victory worship. We were dancing and listening and reaching out to each other. I also made friends. Ken was really sweet to introduce me around. It wasn't my first time but it still felt like it. We talked about fathers and how they affected our lives. Afterwards we went to McDo for dinner and talked. I came home rather late but my parents didn't mind. My heart was so full.

Bring it back to me, Lord. Bring my faith back. :)

"I don't think my bobbins will fit your machine."

I got this comment for a fic the other day. Whilst I understand where she's coming from (hell, you don't want to know how I felt when writing that fic!) I'm not sure how to reply.

Hungry now. Early lunch. Then more Faize shopping.

According to Unni, MicroPez can play with the MiniDave!! \o/

Bleh I'm anxious and antsy tonight. Couldn't focus on photos for work but I made a bit of progress on Tieria at least. His legs are getting beefed up, found a mini handsaw -woot- and shortened his arms (they need more beefing now), made the bases for his feet ( I LOVE sculpting feet) and would've made his hands but I can't find my fine wire :[ So imma get some tomorrow along with some sculpting tools... and.. oh dammit there was something else, wasn't there.. hmm... OH some sheet metal! (unrelated). Was gonna work on his face too but I'm too tired now. Cracked his leg and straightened it finally, that was annoying. There will be more pics soon, he's actually changed quite a lot since last set. I seem to work in a "slowly tweaking" sort of way.

Still adore Bory with all my might! (still haven't done anything on him too) Reconsidering selling hound, I just don't know. Might wipe him and repaint, buy some clothes and a good wig/eyes. Hmm.

MAGIC TEMPLE.

Ito siguro para sa akin ang pinaka "feel-good" na pelikulang pinoy. Isa siya sa aking mga paborito hanggang ngayon, at kaya ko siyang panoorin ng paulit-ulit at di ako magsasawa ♥ Napakalaking bahagi ng kabataan ko ang Magic Temple, kaya kahit ngayon nagtataka ako kung saan na napunta ang mga artista nito dahil KRAS na KRAS ko sila lol (si Marc Solis at Jason Salcedo nag-aartista pa yata, pero minsan mga supporting characters or indie nalang. Si Junell Hernando ay stinalk ko sa google at mukhang nagmigrate na siya sa States at may asawa na, Caucasian pa. Lol sinaunang chismis! Choz!)

Pinili ko mag-Pilipino sa post na ito kasi a) kailangan kong magsanay at b) Pilipino lang ang makakapag-express ng aking pagmamahal para sa Magic Temple. AHAHAHAHAY! May ganon! So go ahead lang pag may nakita kayong maling grammar para aayusin ko kaagad!


( Magic Temple = Balikan ang Nakaraan. Naks! May screencaps at kung anu-anong kalandian )

TRIVIA: The names of the three main characters has national symbolism in it. Jubal is an Igorot, a tribe from Luzon; Sambag is a Visayan word from the Visayas and Omar is a name found among the Moslem tribes of Mindanao. The names, therefore, accounts for the Philippines major islands.

( ... I'm taking a brief break from NaNo to watch Supernatural. )



( And about that preview )



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9530 / 50000 words. 19% done!

So uh right

In 10 minutes I'll be going to Japan for a few days \o/?? I should have internet connection though. Some.

Anyway, have a meme ganked from callais:

What has surprised you the most about me (if anything) since joining my flist/"friending me"? Was anything completely unexpected or have I always fit the picture of me you have in your head?

Two things today"

First: *clears throat* Remember, remember the fifth of November, the gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot. ^^ Happy Guy Fawkes Day, any and all people who are a) from Britain or b) approve of any holiday during which judicious use of fireworks commemorate a failed attempt to burn down the British Parliament.

Second: If you are not from New York or New Jersey, I apologize for this, but my roots practically demand it of me.

Hell yes Yankees won! *\o/* Party time!

Today was a busy day! I had to get up at 6 am [sob, that's inhuman], because I was going with Magda to the International Institute of Hearing and Speech [where she kind of works, and she's engaged in a research project there] so she could examine me. Turns out I have very good hearing, huh. One of the tests involved me laying down on a comfy chair and relaxing, while they played some noises in my ear. So I fell asleep, which was actually a pretty good thing, because the more relaxed you are the better. Rather fun times, I must say.

Later we had a great plan for commuting from Kajetany to Piaseczno through Janki [they're all small towns near Warsaw and I barely even know where they are exactly], 'cause we wanted to go shopping at a big sale in an outlet. But somehow we missed our bus even though we were standing on the bus stop I don't even know. Not our finest moment, that. I think we were discussing my new shoes at the time... Then we made a few faily attempts at hitchhiking, but we chickened out and decided to take a different bus. And then it was too late for Magda and I had to go to Piaseczno alone. *sigh* The shopping was a huge waste of time, anyway... I didn't buy anything.

And now Magda and her friend are trying to take pictures of themselves with help from Mateusz and his roomie's camera. Ah, life is so complicated. I think I'll go look what's going on, 'cause they're standing in the hall and talking in hushed tones. Suspicious, I say. Must investigate.

Ramen.

I feel like I haven't read my flist for two weeks apart from any post to which I can comment with "lol Dave". I don't feel like I've talked about anything that's worth reading, either, for... months.

I shall return to burying myself in fic of doom and cosplays, neither of which will be finished on time.

Request fic for yhibiki, who spotted the most references in The Gratuitous Vampire AU and wanted Pants on a Stick-verse fic, with Sol flirting with Ky while Ky tries to help someone. Somehow, this is what resulted. I feel vaguely like I've just written a Discworld crossover by accident.

Title: The Third Degree of Denial
Summary: Ky's trying to be helpful. Sol isn't. From an outsider's point of view, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference.
Characters/Pairing: Sol/Ky, Sin
Word Count: 2030
Rating: PG

( It must be a hard job, being king. )

1.1. My legs can scarce support my body. Standing for six hours is not a recommended activity. Enrollment wasn't difficult, though, and I've become so used to the hassle of undergrad enrollment at my university that only taking two hours for graduate studies enrollment still makes me feel like I was involved in some sort of miracle. Why, only three years ago, I spent two weeks trying to enroll! What made me stand another two hours, however, was getting both my IDs. The first one was not bad -- fifteen minutes, and I was done! Zip zip. The alumni ID, I regret going for forever. (But alas, I like hoarding IDs. To date, I have six. One day I shall get post office and TIN and Voters IDs. And a driver's license. And an NBI card.)

So the alumni office was on the eight floor of the hospital, on the other side of the campus, and accessible only through one of two elevators that reached up to the seventh floor. So I walked, trekked, climbed, got lost, and then was given this paper. "Go back from whence you came!" she said, "And pay the amount due! And then come back here and show me the receipt." asdfghjk Other side of the campus just to pay two dollars worth of ID cost. The line took half an hour, and they were threatening on close before my turn, what the bloody hell.

Commuting home was terrible, mostly because of bad decisions made and overall general unluckiness. So there, six hours on my feet and then some in the kind of humid, wet weather that kills me dead. I think my mom was amused at how I was asleep before she even managed to roll the car out of the parking lot when I finally got to her office.

1.2. I was kind of baffled and a little amused at how many parents were in the lines with me. Really, sirs and madames, it is better if you let the kids enroll by themselves. Let them learn pain, and they shall grow wiser for it. : |

1.3. On a bright note, I saw driftrip. ♥

2. My schedule for next semester is the same as the previous semester. Wednesday evenings, Saturday mornings. They might actually use all three hours for Saturday! I fervently hope that this semester will be better than the last, or it'll break my heart.

3. Shit son, I haven't had any energy since the weekend. No motivaaaaaaaation.

4. Re: Sherlock Holmes 2009: In light of the third trailer, I have decided that this movie would be less painful for me if I just considered it a complete AU. : | Because I love and hate it at the same time and if I facepalm any more, I might break my nose.

5. I finished reading the Assassin's Apprentice by Robin Hobb, recommended by triggerbone-san. It's really nice, even if it makes me fear for the characters' lives most of the time. I was always like NO, BURRICH! this or AAAA VERITY! that and WAIT, IS HE? OR ISN'T HE?! etc etc. Reading on the second book, Royal Assassin now and so far, I like it a lot, too. My favorite is Burrich! Shut up. : |

Oh my god, NaNo ate my life. D:

But I'm on schedule, so at least that's something. Here, have a line from my NaNo:

"A second later, Travers appeared in the doorway. He looked normal, so bizarrely normal, with his hair more rumpled than usual and his stupid ears sticking out like an experiment in aerodynamics gone horribly wrong."

I did not know my character had sticky-outy ears until I wrote that sentence. Such is life.