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Stamping Grapes and Legal Separation

This is my final project for Young Adult Literature, and I’ve already submitted it. 🙂 my dear class president has informed me that it got 25% (which is the perfect grade) so I’m happy about that. I just wanted to post the story on my blog–haven’t updated for awhile.

Now, here are some Filipino terms in the story:

Tsinelas = slippers (rubber slippers)

Anak = son/daughter (it’s a unisex term)

Sige na = “Come on!”

Hindi ka galing sa squatter’s area = “You aren’t from the slums.”

I think that’s all~ hope you enjoy the story!

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everyone needs a procrastination/cramming essay topic sometime.

There are days when I think that Procrastination and Cramming should have its’ own separate subject; I know I’d definitely ace that one. There’s also something amusing by saying “My major is all about _______, but I also have a PHD in procrastination and cramming.” There are just so many more interesting things that could be done that doesn’t involve reading lessons that don’t really grab you. While the ideal student would find a way to make the subject matter more interesting (whether it be to create humorous notes or comics just to remember key facts, acronyms, all sorts of fun mnemonics) many fall prey to the little horned creature telling them it can be done later, it’s only “six o’clock and you can do it after a nap, or after dinner, or after you blow off some steam playing…” and before you know it, there’s only a few hours left between you and deadline. Getting hyped up on a huge pot of coffee or a combination of sweets, or even eating spice to keep awake and battle through the haze all for the purpose of getting a passing grade is common.

As much as I would like to say that I’m one of those lovely people that moodle about all day, then stay up all night with a pot of black tea and get something stellar and magnificent done, I’m not a pressure cooker that can create a diamond. My diamonds are inspired by the moment, and they aren’t in abundance either.

There’s the adrenaline rush, the excitement of forcing your mind to memorize, the fear of not being able to do well and the thoughts of “W-what is sleep?” looping round the brain. But there’s also the point where everything goes black and no thoughts come, everything worth thinking of, all the energy spent was killed so long ago by goblins hiding in the house. The times when you wonder why you didn’t do it sooner, then remember that sometimes it’s useful to place a topical anesthetic before doing the painful job students are paid (in allowances) to do: study, feel the pressure, snap at each other and apologize profusely afterwards and find solace with other students suffering from the exact same situation.

Darn demons and goblins, always distracting me when I want to be a model student! I have full respect for the students that have stronger wills and actually study before they play–I’d want to join that club, but first, let me play a few games…

second-guessing

I blame myself for reading Paolo Coelho’s The Winner Stands Alone. Written as an essay for a friend, I hope it’s all right, although pretty ranty. Most of the stuff down there’s true, by the way, although I never considered anthropology.

And this entry was fully inspired while reading Leigh’s blog, although she does it much, much better than I ever could. I love her writing style and how she uses her words.

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Kimi no Sukina Toko

Qu’est-ce que 80, 100 ou même 1000 ans, si à la fin nous sommes ensemble?

because I am such a girl and when I feel like it, I search Youtube for videos for Arthur x Kiku, from Hetalia. I haven’t watched Hetalia in a year. I no longer keep up with the manga. But I fell in love with the couple because there’s something nice about pairing a shy, quiet person with a tsundere, haha. ❤

It helps that there’s subs, even if the quality isn’t so good–and of course, being me, I must have lyrics.

Lovely tune, sweet lyrics. The original video’s nice as well, but y’know. I like this couple. I have a soft spot for the Anglo-Japanese relations, even if it’s sacrilege to what actually happened in history, but that’s okay. I know the difference and I do not use Hetalia in any way to understand World History, simply because I do not want to fail my exams. ^^;


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On Childhood

I can only hope it doesn’t sound preachy.

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This is mostly for my own pleasure.

Vocaloid Parody: Romeo to Cinderella (To Arthur, from Kiku)

It’s a really cute “letter.”

Video found here

 

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Happiness is… is it this?

I think this would be a less embarassing color

This, my friends, is “Strawberry Yogurt.”

Why does it have to be *this* shade of yellow?

I don’t know if I love it, or if I hate it, or if I shouldn’t even think of buying it. Especially when I saw how it looks when you lift the cover. Acer calls it “Banana Creme,” but I call it “I should’ve kept this one at home.” I dunno, would I be caught dead blogging or surfing in public (or in the classroom) with a yellow netbook? A bright-yellow netbook? It looks mustard-y instead of pastel banana.

... ugh. D:

I saw this in the mall yesterday. Peeking at the front, I felt squeamish. Why? It looks cheap to me. 😥 I mean, I know I should be all about graphics and not about design, but…aaagh! The variety with Windows 7 pre-installed is at Php 19,990.

Here are the Happy 2 Specs:

Acer has announced the latest type of netbooks with 10.1-inch screen is described as bright colors that remember the summer. The Aspire One Happy 2 come in pink peach, lemon yellow, papaya orange and blue curacao, a color choice that might like especially female users. Regarding hardware,there’s no new special, because netbook is based on familiar Intel Atom N570 dual core processor at 1.66 GHz and Intel GMA 3150 integrated graphics subsystem.

This includes 1 GB of DDR3 memory, 250 GB hard disk drive, multitouch touchpad, card reader, three USB 2.0 ports, VGA out, webcam, Ethernet, WiFi 802.11b/g/n, optional, Bluetooth 3.0 + HS.

Battery 6-cell 4400 mAh provided provides up to 6 hours. To charge the netbooks, Acerhas created the network adapter Acer minig weighing under 40% compared to traditional 30-watt adapters so easier to carry in a bag.”

from over here

I can already imagine my friends’ reactions: You want an ACER? (cue raised eyebrow, and me shivering in fright.)

I could like it if it performed well, I guess? I’m not much of a gamer (the most I would play is Minecraft, visual novels like Kana and Starry Sky (that especially, I’ve been waiting for it!) and if a computer has no internet for me, short of creating endless .txt files to upload onto my blog later, I have no real use for it (well, all right, there’s school work, but y’know.)

The yellow version was the only one I saw, but hopefully they’ll have pink. I love that certain shade of pink, ah…

My Favorite Ways to Procrastinate

1.)

Nectar glistens on a white chrysanthemum.

There are translated lyrics to popular vocaloid songs that I love, that were used as a parody song!

The lyrics were simply beautiful and I just had to note them down. Although they are merely subbed (the actual words aren’t changed) the story is so charming.

link to video here

A silver colored dragonfly perched on a cherry tree in leaf

A seven spotted ladybird perched on a climbing rose

In the corner of the garden where we kissed

In the corner of the garden where we touched lips

I discovered how it feels to love so much it hurts; the drumming rain echoes: dissonance

I rush to wake you from your nightmare What can I say to show you how I feel?

I can’t tell you what I want: I am captivated by your beautiful black [eyes? hair? owo] and then we are enveloped in the shadows of dusk–your eyelashes bat, eyes in the evening twilight, words exchanged with a reassuring smile

Nectar glistens on a white chrysanthemum suck it up, until you can no longer whisper in my ear

I discovered how hard it is to let someone I love go, your voice swaying–reverberation

Dissonance
August

T-t-t-the setting sun, I can’t see yet in the corner of the garden

The setting sun
A chorus of crickets chirping
Dissonance

Rain-drenched hair brings back memories
I stand alone, shuddering, draging up trivial memories
Follow it and it will flee, flee and it will follow, the war goes on inexorably
Never again will I be deceived by sugar coated words

Your white skin, your evergreen eyes–the tears come whenever you get hurt

Was I alone in holding a forbidden affection that shold have been laid to rest?
I’m right aren’t I? I know it’s true

I can see the line that separates us far ahead

I decided I would have no regrets
Instead my reserve bullets are running low
The blossoms of a flower blooming out of season do not all fall in the blink of an eye

What is that weeping from the wound? Sorrow? Or would it be–

I am overwhelmed with regrets
And I call out your name across the sea. You call foul play? that’s okay.

but

I will hold on to you intently

A film of resignation falls over your eyes

It should have been me reflected in your eyes I’m right aren’t I? you know it’s true, that line, we crossed it long ago.

A seven-spotted ladybird perched on a climbing rose
Kiss me in the corner of the garden
I discovered what it was like to love someone desperately

Leaves flutter in the breeze–reverberation

A silver colored dragonfly perched on a cherry tree in leaf
Touched your lips with mine in the corner of the garden
I discovered what it was like to love someone desperately
Exchanged words
Reverberation

What were you doing on that day, ten years ago?

I was going to title it “We still don’t know why it had to happen that day” but I don’t think anyone else would get it, except for the few anime fans that read my blog, ahaha.

Today is the ten-year anniversary of 9/11, where countless people lost their lives, all because of two airplanes and a terrorist attack. I still don’t understand why Bin Laden did this to fellow human beings.

Perhaps it’s because I believe that everyone can’t be as evil as they say. But that day, I was in school and it was a normal everyday kind of day. I was eight years old.

When the teachers told us what happened, my classmates and I stared outside, at the window, as if we could see what had happened. I never imagined I would remember one quote from a book I read four years ago.

“Maybe death is the great equalizer, the one big thing that can finally make strangers shed a tear for one another.” — Mitch Albom in Tuesdays with Morrie

What were you doing, on that day?