break

Since Neopets is down for maintenance (?!) I might as well post something here for the meantime. The last ep of God, Inc. has been released, and it's the best ep of the series. There are now plans to pitch it as a TV series; I do hope it does make it into the mainstream, although I'd expect another barrage of complaints and whatnot from those fundamentalists if it does push through.

Nothing much really happened on Valentine's, as expected. What I'm waiting for is tomorrow--one of the last concerts for this year's UP Fair, and Sam and I are going. Before that, I'll be going to Balara to start on that love story (again with Mark aka that koreanovela addict). Things have slowed down a bit, but not quite--there are still some stuff to be done, but those could still wait. After all, cramming sometimes works wonders for me.

girls' cr *fiction*

8am
2nd floor Girls' CR, Left Wing, AS

Pumasok si Melai sa loob ng CR. Maaga pa siya para sa kanyang unang klase--inagahan niya ang gising dahil kinailangang ihatid pa ang nakababatang kapatid sa skwelahan. Siya lang naman ang makakapaghatid dun--matagal nang wala ang Itay at ang Inay ay nasa abroad para maghanap-buhay--kaya sila-sila lang muna ng kapatid nya.

Siya'y nagtaka nang makita ang mistulang binaha lang na sahig ng CR. Basa ang sahig mula sa may pinto hanggang sa may mga cubicle. 'Weird', isip niya. 'Buti na lang di ako nagsuot ng mahaba kong pantalon kundi basa na naman ako.'

Paglapit sa unang cubicle sa kanan, napansin niya na may kahalo ang tubig na nagmumula sa katabing cubicle. Parang dugo.

Nakabukas ng baahagya ang pinto nito.

Sinilip niya.

At isa lang ang kanyang halos masabi nang binulaga siya ng nakahandusay na anyo sa loob.

"Shet."

neopia

Blame Pao/Gulay for bringing me back to the world of Neopets (pish...tama na neopets lol). That's why the past few days I'm playing, and well, I made a bit of money on that site already. I started from scratch, though; I've forgotten my old account already. I'll just have to wait for my new account to cross the one-day mark so I could finally go to Coltzan's Shrine and play the Tombola.

My henna tattoo has started fading.

EDIT: Only 1 letter to make for Pan Pil, edit and clean up the autobiography before printing, and nearly done with the background info for the research survey. Not bad.

free henna tattoo

After getting my hand blistered again because of literally hacking and slashing through PE class (with all of us getting hit at one time or another), I found out from Dheu that there's another free henna booth at the AS Walk. Since I missed the last time that has happened (way back last sem, during freshie week), I decided to jump at the chance and got myself one. I'll post a photo later--I'm too lazy to grab the cam downstairs and upload a pic. I had it custom-made, though even with the sketch, it wasn't really the exact thing that I wanted.

Thank god it's only temporary--I'm getting another one done when this fades away. And I'll make sure that my sketch is clearer to get what I really want.

machina

Makes you think about your littlest actions on the web; and makes you think that soon, the Machine may think on its own, from what it learned from us.

new (out)look

Finally the new template is finished; after some hours tweaking the Lonely Girl template from Gecko+Fly, relearning HTML and taking a crash course in CSS, here's the new template. Background is from one of my random scribbles and with some additional black butterflies courtesy of Photoshop; and the motif is also changed from that brown and white to a simple black/gray on white.

And wish me luck on my workshop tomorrow. I have a bad feeling about it. Screw those windmills.

countdown

Craving for spaghetti sundays and the smell of freshly baked chicken parmigiana.

I am still editing/writing the autobiography, but writing about the present will never end for with every passing moment it metamorphs into the past and the future, in turn, metamorphs into the present. The past itself changes; like a gluttonous beast it swallows all, but it could never fully consume the present, which never runs out like the population cockroaches which never die and will never catch the future, for it's always ahead.

And there are those who say that we can weave in and out of the three: the crone, the old lady and the maiden. But even though it can be, the meaning of the past, the present and the future ceases to exist: once you step back into the shoes of the crone, she becomes the old lady, while do the same for the maiden and you find her wrinkled, too, her fair face distorted by each passing.

Each passing minute. Each passing moment.

riddles

So I've been playing Riddler's School for the past few hours, and even with all the hints, is still stuck at the level 5 crossword. It's easily one of the hardest riddles that I have ever come across; comparing the 23-question hacker game here is like comparing a addition problem to calculus.

Oh well, I'll just continue tomorrow. I'll try another game similar but easier than this.

diary fragment from relationship past

One day,
you came barging into the room,
Bragging about how you traded in
your girlfriend for
An electric guitar.

I, of course, would agree:
it's better.

After all, a guitar would
allow itself to be played,
without questions
Would sing the songs
you'd like to hear,
no deviant tunes
And to be always there.
when you need it

Unlike a girlfriend
who doesn't want to be toyed,
who'd sing what she wants
and sometimes goes AWOL.

And I'd rather be a woman than a guitar.

god inc., ep. 5

Here's the new episde of God, Inc. They should have invaded the Philippines instead, we have a lot more of those "some kind of" Catholics.

writer's block

I am currently stuck. I know how this story is supposed to go, but for some reason, I can't go on. It was as if someone has put a lock on that gated fence, and I could see the windmill from where I stand, but I can't go any further and I can't jump over the fence.

Something's holding me back, but what?