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| I know LJ is supposed to be my "otaku" blog but recently all it's good for are fandom updates and acting as an alternative fanfiction source. And because I suddenly feel like not taking an exam I technically have no business taking in the first place (the problem with being a sit-in... Sorry, Sir Gerry!~), here's a meme instead. (Oh crap, nevermind, I just discovered that there's a cross-post option at the bottom). Now if multiply would only offer the strikethrough and icon options... Nabbed from hadlukan. I tag the whole universe!~ 'Fandom Sucks My Life' Meme. Write an entry in your journal about the anime/ manga fandom[s] that you: 1. Waste/Spend the most money on2. Contribute to the most3. Got bored of4. Need more love5. Have many trolls and morons as followers6. See yourself still following even after ten years7. Wish you had never gotten into from the beginning8. Always go back to after having left it/them
1. Probably Bleach if I am allowed to include all things related to the entirety of the fandom (musical, seiyuus, actors,etc.) Imagine this- I spent almost 30,000 yen within a cumulative span of thirty minutes for the sake of this anime . DX Funny, all it took was the death of one character (Emospada-kun!!~ *Ulquiorra for those out of the know*) to send all that investment down the proverbial drain. 2. Naruto. Mainly because of SasuSaku and my apparent fascination with Sasugay's hair. Mostly fanarts. 3.Yes, you can argue with me that this is NOT an anime but I must say, Avatar and the whole shipping war became pretty lame after a while. Zutara is hot and sexy, yes, but fanfictions usually are the ones which keep me in the fandom, and there's a limit to the angry-smexy-emotionally-charged banter one can take. All I am after now is the epic lulz the movie might bring. 4. Blood+. It is one great anime with not enough doujinshi and (good) fanfiction around. It needs more love people!!~ 5. Avatar (yes, yes, NOT an anime!) and the morons who believe that Avatar is NOT ASIAN. As if the CHINESE calligraphy was not enough indication. 6. FFVII *dodges weaboos who insist on the definition of anime and manga* (well, it does have Last Order which IS an anime... :D) Because I'll be a lesbian for Tifa. Or Cloud (both are very pretty anyway). Tifa alone can generate enough lust in a normal otaku to tide him for a century. Just ask the Akihabara locals. 7. Hot Gimmick. certifiedotaku+shoujo+bimbo leading lady= Error 404. 'Nuff said. 8. Rurouni Kenshin. I'll Hiten Mitsurugi anyone who does not agree to the awesomeness of this series with a bread knife! In other news, Takeshi-san from Showa wrote on my wall on Facebook. Now I am wishing Kinchan will do the same~ Tralalalala~ - deceiving self by being:geeky
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| Because almost everyone in my f-list here and in Multiply is writing about their post-graduation woes, I might as well finish the obligatory where-art-thou-heading-next? post. ( What do you do with a B.A in English?~ )God, now I wish that I didn't wish that I want to grow up soon. | |
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| 09156881310 Text nyo ko ng number nyo please T^T Salamat ng marami kay Dith para sa sim card!!~ T__T | |
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| BECAUSE I LOST THE KEY TO MY VOLVO.
"Punyetang lechengyawang buhay 'to!" doesn't do any justice in describing what I've been through lately. Barely have I recovered from 2 weeks of allergy and I wake up with another attack, costing me almost 2000 pesos worth of medicine; Someone stole my phone which took all the money I earned from selling my things from Japan yesterday; I lost my fucking key walking from the short distance between the parking lot and my apartment last night; and now, Box-kun's, my laptop, keyboard is not working. Again.
Someone totally hates me up there.
Kuya Arbel keeps on reminding me that with every unfortunate event comes good fortune. If that's true, I should be the next lotto winner, goddamit!
- training ground:EMO HAUS
- deceiving self by being:aggravated
 - breaking eardrums with:We are the Champion
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| Someone stole mine. Don't worry, pinapakulam ko na siya. But just in case you need to contact me, here's my sun no.: 09226053079 (I miss Japan and how you can leave your phone in a public place, travel an hour by train, discover you're missing your phone and come back to find that it's still there.) | |
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| This sucks. Big Time. Just when I thought that the worst has finally ebbed, I woke up to find my face swollen and covered with itchy red blotches again. No thanks to whatever shit local chocolate makers put in their products. Adding to the shittery is the fact that you have to shell out 700 pesos worth of medication to counteract the effect of a candy pack with a price tag of 13-farckin-pesos. Not to mention that my allergy attacks also mean another week of painful skin chapping and acidic tears hurting my already sensitive eyelids.
Fuck... does that suck or what?
I just want to curl up and sleep but apparently I can't do that too because the meds already made me drowsy this afternoon and had knocked me out for 6 hours straight. Great. Now I look like a lobster zombie. At least my eyebags are red instead of dark brown? Fuck this, really. I want to finish editing my thesis but when I try to concentrate on anything, I find my brain not cooperating. Stupid antihistamine and its stupid lethargic, short breath, increase in heart rate side effects. My mother now warns me not to take the medicine before sleeping lest my heart gives up while I'm in lalaland. Great, I'm now quoting Demi Lovato in my journal. Just peachy.
AAAaaaargghhh!~ damn you, Nips. I've decided to go to law school just so I could sue your ass off!!!!~
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This incoherent rambling is brought to you by the fact that my diet has now been reduced to three things: vegetable, beef and pork- two of which I'm not very fond of. Thank GodCatholicJesusSonof Mary, I'm no muslim.
OtOH, I can't eat the following:
seafood
anything seasoned with seafood mixes- palabok, Oishi, Kirei, prawn crackers ><
fish which technically is seafood but let's make a distinction now, shall we?
local chocolates- Nips, Goya, MicMic etc. Not that I'm expecting any this Valentine's Day.
nuts- growers, sogo, street vendor's
anything with nuts- dunkin donuts, kare-kare, mongolian grill etc.
EGG
CHICKEN how do they expect me to live???
'Tis a happy day, indeed!
- training ground:infirmatay
- deceiving self by being:cranky
 - breaking eardrums with:Lalaland- Demi Lovato
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| If this interview of mine for a job in an international school is any reflection of what I have to face "out there", then I would like to stay in college for as long as I can, thank you very much.
HR Person: So... describe yourself...
Me: Uhm... I'm still having identity issues, kthnx. Patient, I guess... which is... an important trait if someone wants to be a teacher. *flashes killer smile*
HR Person: ok, as a sister?
Me: I get along well with my sisters as long as you don't put us in the same house.
HR Person: Uh... as a friend?
Me: I think I'm a good friend. They say a bit on the loud side. You could consider me the life of the party. (was totally pulling shiz out of my arse here)
HR Person: Oh. *disturbed face* Do you drink? Do you smoke?
Me: ???... Uuuh... I don't drink. I HATE the smell of smoke.
HR Person: Aaaah... BECAUSE YOU MENTIONED PARTY... It's not that we discriminate against those who do but, you know, teaching IS a 24-hour profession...
Me: *Barely controls urge to facepalm. A thousand times. Barely.*
Me: I-I... meant that figuratively?...
Honestly, *points to icon* Sokka can't give justice to the facepalming needed at that moment. Sorry Multipliers, it sucks not to have an icon here now, dunnit?
And to calm myself down, I wrote a haiku dedicated to my seatmate in EnviSci 1. I know your whole name, by the way. Fear my stalking prowess.
Quietly he sits
My lovestruck self stares with awe
While my gaydar beeps
Every stroke a bliss
Endurance is all that counts
Be it clay or grass
Oh, the last one is about tennis, people. Get your brains out of the gutter. :P
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| And to break my cyber slumber, I give you picture of the year for 2008!!!~ Makes me REALLY wonder...  Guisano Mall- Cebu, Philippines Photo taken by me during our visit there.
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You know there's something wrong with your day when your father wakes you up to set up the family's game console so he could play Resident Evil. AT 7:30 A.M. Damn you, Wii, for bringing the arcade into our living room.
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Because JLPT was such an arse to set their test day on the same freakin sunday, I watched the Dela Hoya versus Pacquiao fight instead of fireworks. I have this inexplicable fear of dying from stray bullets; I keep on expecting that at any moment my skull will be sporting a hole the size of a pencil.
Now, I'm afraid that I have this major crush on Freddie Roach. My heart literally went BA-DUMP!-BA-DUMP! when I saw him coaching Manny. >O< - training ground:Hardin ng Bara
- deceiving self by being:awake
 - breaking eardrums with:Ihip ng Hangin (na malamig)
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You never expected that it will take five years and an unsuspected conversation from a girl you were once unnecessarily jealous of for you to find closure and simply breathe again. She made you realize that what you value more than anything is what you have now and this will always and forever be infinitely better than continuously pining for what you have always subconsciously known will be a short lived 'what could be'. When this friend pointed out that maybe, he has not yet found the girl whom he will drop everything for, the little voice which could have once screamed "but that can be me! that can be me!" was nowhere to be found. Finally, the girl who has always been wishing for a glance, hoping for a smile, eager for a compliment from just a single person has been put to rest.
Maybe it has always been more for the sentiments brought by five years. Maybe it is because you've treated it as an investment, afraid that you've come this far, sacrificed many things, and you're just being adamant to keep the record and maybe push it to six, to seven, to eight, or till you are old, withered and gray. Maybe you're just not partial to the idea that after missing outings, going home late, wasting time planning the best outfit, going to gatherings with the sole purpose of meeting him there, it will all be for nothing and you'll have to start from scratch again. You keep on forgetting that this is the only game where you don't win simply by counting your efforts. That sometimes, even if you give it all, it will never be enough maybe because the thing you've been offering him is what he does not need. And then you realize that maybe that there is a limit to what you can give before you notice there is nothing left.
You then remember that there's always friendship.
You are happy with what is now. You've finally realized that that is indeed the best you can receive- no cliche, melodrama or even heavy metals attached. There is no longer that stinging pain knowing that you are not close enough to even get a 'take care' message from him. Because deep in your heart you know that you'll always choose being able to laugh at him and with him during your weird or even sometimes mundane conversations over taking the chance of telling him how you feel knowing that the rare opportunity of both you and him existing in the same square meter will be reduced to awkward silence. So instead, you stop the digging and the weeding and the planting of all these flowers you expect to come neatly wrapped, pack your things (oh, darling, don't forget your heart!) and move to the white sandy beach with starfishes on the side.
The cool air is refreshing, isn't it? Enjoy the watermelons while you're there.
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| Amusing. This was in my draft when I opened my Post an Entry page: So I'm jumping on the bandwagon and joining those who are bashing Twilight for what it is- a poorly written rendition of the cliche take on the love between the charming in this case, sparkling knight in shining silver volvo armor and the ever damsel in distress Mary Sue. I'm not even going to focus on the effect of this gawdawful book on feminism simply because I have no ground to base it on ( I haven't finished the book. I even had to drag myself in reaching page 23.) but I think it's safe and easy enough for me to criticize it for the lack of finesse in the writing style. Let me enumerate:
the use of first person: I get it that the aim of using this perspective is not actually to put the reader in the character's shoes (because we can't all be the perfect-know-it-all) but to get them to empathize more on the plight of Bella Swan. I am so sorry Meyer to add this to the wank you're getting but writing Bella as...
Haha, a far cry now considering that I'll be watching Twilight movie again this Sunday, AND X and I are planning to watch the film twice in one sitting. *O* I blame it all on my current obsession, Robert Pattinson (which I know will be soon over once he starts dating all those skinny Los Angeles skanks).
I'm sorry, Stephanie Meyer, but I still have no good words for you and your writing skill pretty much is the same. It sucks. I still can't believe I dragged myself through 260 pages where 75% exaggeratedly describes Edward Cullen's perfectness (even up to his perfect morning breath [who the hell gets sweet breath in the morning???]) and the rest was a half exerted effort for a plot. New Moon is a bit promising though simply because I'm all for Team Jacob! For now but I'm honestly not betting my money on it. Meanwhile, The rest of this "saga", as I've heard, is just a downhill ride from the already all-time low in the history of epic!failure narrations (wtf, Alien-vs-Predator-uterus-munching-Jesus-Christ-reborn-as-a-female-scene-of-epic-headache??). No, X and Joyce, I haven't finished it yet; I'm still waiting to be utterly, mindlessly bored before I resort to subjecting myself to Bella's whining again. But hey, Meyer did not object in casting RPattz as glittery Edward so all is cool, I guess.
Just so my professors here won't be disappointed (Oh my god, haven't we taught you anything???), I'm still maintaining my stance and disclaimer on this particular piece of literature- No one from DECL at least not anyone whose self-respect wants to be preserved, anyway should ever profess that this poorly taped-together excuse for mary sue-ish romance is, and I quote, "OME!!!! [One of] the best story evaaaa!!!111!~"(Oh My Edward, for those of you who don't know. Projected by Twihards to replace OMG any time soon) . Consider it as a consolation for your aging teachers who have spent most of their lives dissecting stylistic differences and characterization and emphasizing that a good plot is essential- no, MANDATORY for any great work. I can't believe there's even an HP vs. Twilight wankage rumbling around the intarwebz; JK Rowling pwns SMeyer in exerting effort in creativity alone any day, baby. And quite frankly, I've been lurking around Fanfiction.net for too long to know a Mary Sue when I see one.
Bashing Twilight is always good, but I'll end here because there's always ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) twilight_sucks for those who want to be sober; those who are still blinded by all that glitter (literally and figuratively); and even those who are still in the dark, wondering what the shiny things are all about (works for those just in it for the lulz, too).
What really amuses me (haha, I don't even find it surprising anymore) is the number of people who are jumping the wagon without knowing what they're getting themselves into. The small talks I've heard while waiting in line tell it all:
while purchasing Twilight tickets...
Teenybopper1: OMG!!! We should totally watch another horror movie next week!!!~
Me: *O* in what type of publicity did you get that Twilight is a horror movie???... Ooooh... I get it. It has vampires...
An even more interesting conversation between two mothers, one waiting in line for Madagascar 2 with her 2 boys and the other for Twilight with her preteen girl.
MadagasrcarMom: I really would like to see the movie, but they (pointing to her kids) can't handle anything scary!
TwiMom: NR. Probably because she read the book.
Me: *facepalms*
OASN: This entry is partly for ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) mushroom18 I hope this answers your question ^__^
PS. If you ever read this, tinybluemarble and psychoticstoryDo you mind taking a picture of the real Forks, Washington just in case you pass by there (or is there even a real Forks, Washington to begin with?)? :DDD And is it really that rainy in Washington that you almost don't get any sunlight?... Just curious.
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