Randomness

I am really, really tired. I seriously need a day off so I can sleep the sleepiness off. I hate that I didn't have a weekend.

Anyway...

I am SERIOUSLY curious about this. It's a new Saiunkoku Monogatari novel, and from what I'm getting with the little Japanese that I know, the title of this story is somewhere along the lines of Ask/Beg The Skeleton. (I reserve the right to be wrong XD)

Okay. The title as it is doesn't make any sense to me, so I'm betting it is a metaphor of some sorts, or maybe proverbial, since SaiMono uses a lot of proverbs. However, the only skeleton proverb/wisdom I know of is this: "If you can't get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you'd best teach it how to dance."

But the cover - and may I say it is the PRETTIEST SAIMONO NOVEL COVER EVER - doesn't suggest anything that's close to the "skeleton in the closet" proverb. If you ask me, it's about death, or if I may quote Psalm 23, walking through the valley of the shadow of death.

It's been a while since I got this excited for SaiMono. And all it took was a cover.

I'm speculating like heck here. XD I'll stop now.

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On things that I have more knowledge of (haha!) and are capslock-worthy:  BSB IS COMING TO THE PHILIPPINES, and they're not alone, because NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK will be coming with them. Praise the Lourde, NKOTBSB WILL BE COMING HERE! 

My primary concern is, of course, [1] funds and [2] how will I get myself to MOA on a workday. I definitely have to start saving now so I can really good seats. I hope also someone can go with me...I'm not really sure if I can watch a concert by my lonesome. =/ 

I also hope I can get a decent lens to photograph the event. If I'll make do with the 18-55mm of Oberon, I'll have to have a really good seat so I can have good photos. If not, they'll be blurred or just too far away. =( 

Bullets | Short story

My week thus far, in bullets:

• To Kill A Mockingbird must be a required reading during anyone's lifetime. If I chanced upon this book earlier in my life, I might have seriously considered becoming a lawyer. 
• In relation to this, I love Atticus Finch. /oldmanfangirlingnanaman
• If any of you reading this have a copy of the movie, can I borrow it?
• I'm still happy I didn't become a lawyer.
• I'm dealing with a lot of discontent right now. It comes and it goes, and I'd like to think it's all part of the dreaded quarter-life crisis. I'm particularly peeved with the following:
• The NBSB status. Most of the time it's not an issue, but when someone rubs it in, ye gads, it's like an itch that won't go away.
• Some of the things I'm doing now are seriously hampering my ability to do other stuff I want to do, i.e. rest, more sleeping and reading time, more bulakbol time, more me time (in a nutshell). These things may seem really trivial, but I need to do these things. 
• My utter lack of a social life. I can't count anymore the number of times I've been told that I need to get out more. One went as far as telling me that I have to get out because my complexion is more sickly than pale. 

Yeah. That's it. XD

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For those who have been encouraging me in my "author" journey, "thank you" cannot even begin to express my gratitude.  I've been asked by some people what kind of stories do I write, and I usually just smile at them most of the time. When I dared to answer it directly, I think one of my replies was "I write about death". The stare I got from one person was so...how do I even describe it? It was a stare that said, "Why in the world would you write about such a morbid topic?", or "I never thought a person like you would write about that!". 

Ever since the author class thing started, I've been doing a lot of thinking. I remember that one of the goals of setting up this blog was this:

Since college, there's this small itch to actually go public with some of the stuff I write or do, but I have this fear (which nags me till now) that people who know me in real life will not understand it, or it will be shot down as horrible/inconceivable. So, I want to find out for myself if those fears are grounded in truth. Hence, this blog was born.

I want to stay true to this goal - no matter how scary it is. Hence, I have decided to post a story I did two years ago, which is about death. /ye gads

If you know me in real life and you see this story, let me know what you think. As in, seriously. I'd really like to know. A little background follows after the jump.

When you live in a cookie-cutter world, being different you can't win

Two posts in one day. I am on a roll.




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If you've seen my Tumblr lately, you must have chanced upon this post.

Last Saturday, I said that I don’t feel any remorse - YET. =/ A few days after, I still don't feel remorse. However, there's a tiny emotion that's of the slightly disturbed kind, though. I've said it on Tumblr, and I'll say it again: Yes, it’s my high school; yes, that school did some good things to me; yes, I met a lot of great friends there that I still keep now…but…yeah. The thing is, what I remember most from this school is that I couldn’t wait to get out of there.

I dare not elaborate.

I think the batch may be organizing some effort to help the school out. I have no qualms about it; I'm actually open to helping out, in spite of my feelings.



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When I comment on fandom stuff, I try to minimize the "AHHH OH MY GOD HE IS HAWWWTTT SHAKE IT LIKE A POLAROID PICTURE" kind of comments. I graduated from that already (except on Tumblr, which is another realm altogether!). I'd like some kind of meaningful discourse, so when I do post a comment on a group/community, it's often something that's aimed towards a good conversation.

But I realize that the more I try this, the more I frustrate myself.

You may ignore this

I have been writing a SaiMono fanfic since February (or was it January?) that's about famine and death, and until now it's not finished. It's getting there though - I've got a beginning, a middle and a near-end. I'm struggling with how to end it, though.

And May is coming up already! FIVE MONTHS IN THE MAKING! EPIC FAIL ORZ.