"I like to" craziness xD

listening to: Suneohair - Waltz
mood: content

I got this from one of the journals of my friends from DeviantArt. It's pretty fun. XD

Type "(insert your name here) likes to" in Google and enjoy. XD Don't foget the quotation marks.

Words in parenthesis are my comments. xD

-> Taina

~ Taina likes to sport her pink plaid pants while skiing Christmas Bowl down to Cold Springs. Afertwards, she'll hit up Apples. (LOL)
~ Taina likes to take care of any official paperwork such as bills, application forms etc. (not really)
~ Taina likes to draw dragons, humans and all kinds of fantasy stuff. (a bit ^_^)
~ Taina likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally. (*sweatdrop*)
~ Taina likes to play with toys during off hours and is trying to listen to mommy in order to get ahead professionally. (O_o what is up with getting ahead professionally?)


-> Yuki

~ Yuki likes to read in bed (true!)
~ Yuki likes to play fetch. (Um... woof?)
~ Yuki likes to show skin. (What? O_o)
~ Yuki likes to show her navel. (WTF?)
~ Yuki likes to 'play' - and it doesn't help that according to both Shuichi and Yuki AND Murakami-sensei herself, Yuki is rather.... big. (O_O;;;;; at least we know this Yuki is from Gravitation XD)
~ Yuki likes to cook and watches the food channel to search for more recipes to cook. (*nods*)
~ Yuki likes to play Japanese chess called shogi. (I... might.)
~ Yuki likes to jump around... (it really depends on my mood, hahaha!)
~ Yuki likes to tear the everliving life out of stuffies and toss the cotton everywhere, she doesn't eat the stuffing though. (O_O)
~ Yuki likes to videotape men as they molest her. (IF they're bishounens, I might consider. XDDD)
~ Yuki likes to sit up at the table and eat with the adults, but when she is done she would rather get down and wander around, flashing her beautiful smile. (Aww. :3)
~ Yuki likes to say “In what world could you have possibly EVER beaten us?” (not me! ahaha!)
~ Yuki likes to move it. (^_^;;;)
~ Yuki likes to take it easy and "Do Nothing". (How true... ;_;)
~ Yuki likes to sniff at the bases of the date palms and olive trees. (...)
~ Yuki likes to keep to herself mostly, but does enjoy someone's company one in a while. (True, again)
~ Yuki likes to be in charge of everything. (sometimes)
~ Yuki likes to eavesdrop, but she’s not good at hiding that much so she’s always gets caught by her parents when she tries to listen to them secretly. (Hahahaha! =P)
~ Yuki likes to act girly. (Nope)
~ Yuki likes to be tickled. (At times. ^_^)

XD

If you took my advice about Last Alliance, then you might want to listen to Suneohair's Waltz. And if you're feeling upbeat, Hey! Say! 7's songs should keep you happy.

God bless y'all. ^___^

Bliss

listening to: the song stuck in my head - The Sweet Escape by Gwen Stefani
mood: grounded but consummate euphoria

...So this is bliss.

Hello, it's been a while since you filled my heart and gave spright to my steps.

Let me do a recap. My last post was when, July-somethingish? And lookie, its already August!

Last week, (and perhaps the weeks preceeding that) was terrible. Some of my plates had to be passed late, and I missed an anatomy plate. That's a 5 in my record. It's really all too depressing, knowing that I had enough time and resources to pass that plate, but due to procrastination, you know what happened. Irresponsibility. Guilt-free for sometime, but costly.

I'm worried for my scholarship, which has enabled me to pay only a fourth of the regular CFAD student tuition fee.

I'm doing well in CTEC, MDR, DC and my other academic and drawing subjects. Anatomy is the only class I fail at. All my plates have grades of 2s. And I must maintain a 1.75 GWA.

And because I'm too lazy, a copy&paste comment from Josh's blog:

..I can empathize.

A drawing plate requires at least 5 hours of mental bleeding and relentless hand & eye abuse, while keeping your sanity intact. The friendly company of a cold glass of Extra Joss or piping hot coffee optional.
When submission time comes around, your prof takes a single look at your plate, mutters something minimalistic (say, “too small”), encircles said area of error, and jots down, rather unceremoniously, a 2.75, or 3 if you’re lucky; otherwise an ominous 5 should suffice for his perfectionist standards.

Down goes the aforementioned 5 hours of inhuman torture. And in that way you are reduced to being what they like to brand “a mediocre artist.” (Emphasis on mediocre).

Frustration, yes. And a damnable amount of it.

…Meanwhile thoughts of shifting come to mind.

Sorry for the disjointed incoherence. Misery loves company, as they say.

But today I feel different--like I'm in the eye of a storm; whilst everything is around me is apocalyptic and such, I find a place of solace, in this case, a moment, a reason to smile and laugh all of it away.

I've been plugging my Social Dance class too much in my blog and for good reason: it gives more endorphins than any amount of chocolate. Just today, we had our practice from 8AM-12PM (classes were suspended in the morning due to a convocation of all the faculty members of UST) of our latest dance, swing. Swing. Elegance, beauty, style, gracefulness and whatnot. But we defied all that. Think post-modernism in writing. Think maximalism. That's what we did, or rather, what our choreographer made us do (my partner Jesper [it has come to mind that maybe I shouldn't put names, but what the hell]). Our song? The Sweet Escape by Gwen Stefani, 1.2 times faster than the original version. Our dance? We didn't do any of the basics our prof taughts us. We mixed and matched them with other types of dance steps, and made-up ones. What we came up with was a hybrid of futuristic, fun, swing dance of sorts. Something.

(A video might be posted. Words are not enough to describe our... um, unique--no, eccentric dance. XD)

Despite the bucketfull of sweat, the killer hills, the amount of time, the torrential rain and the glaring sun (hello, poem ba ito? :D), the many mistakes, the many wrong dips and the twisted turns; the hateful bottomful-bottomless feeling of waiting, the numbing, gnawing hunger, the dry laughter, the tiring overall effects of practice, and the disappointment of our prof (the steps were good, kenkoy, nakakatuwa. Maganda, bagay na bagay sa music. Kakaiba. Dumumi lang yung execution. Nagkagulo kayo. Hindi malinis. Kalat. [reader, please take note that this is my version of what my prof said. The original may vary. The meaning is still the same, I assure you. But never trust my selective memory. Heh.]), it was worth it. It was fun. I am being completely honest when I profess that I now really love dancing. It's... a different form of self-expression for me. Credit goes to my lovely group-mates (who're always on party/hyper-mode =))

And coming from a (former?) nerd/geek/anti-social killjoy, that's saying a lot.

Let it suffice for me to say that I'm happy. Blissful. Euphoric.

To all my group mates (not that you'd probably be able to read this) thank you! <3<3<3

SO WE'RE A LITTLE CRAZY.

But that's how we roll.

-from a logo thingy from friendster

Insanity, 1. Society, 0.

I know don't make sense--I don't intend to. To whoever is reading this: Thank you. I love you. God bless. And (for the first time I'm fully appreciating our Filipino class):

I'M HAPPY YOU'RE ALIVE.

Go on. Spread the love crack. Haven't you heard that lunacy is the new black?

*Panic! lyrics-writing mode XD*

Lastly, I want Ryan Ross in my closet. XDD

Backlogs'll be posted soon.)

God bless y'all.

How technology enslaved the writer

listening to: Namida No Hurricane - Bon Bon Blanco
mood: imprisoned by my keyboard

I knew I was afflicted by the disease, but never this serious.

I was aware of it last year, while writing those rushed news and stories for our school paper. It's just that the symptoms have been much more apparent now, almost rendering me disable.

I can't write without a keyboard. ;_; My creative flow is obstructed when I use a ballpen, pencil, and a clean blank paper. The words only create themselves in an MSWord window where they are rendered pretty. Very unlike my ogre handwriting.

I've relied on it too much. That's what happens when you don't rely entirely on your self. You become dependent. And when it's taken away, well, you've become useless as well.

Technology has enslaved me. I now have a love/hate relationship with my keyboard.

Maybe I need rehabilitation. ;___;

I know I can fight it, given enough time. My HBW ballpen is there to help me through. I will write manually, improve my handwriting...

Until then, tips for keeping your keyboard's manipulative and sadistic tendencies at bay are encouraged.

Seriously.