(Not really a continuation of the last post. That will come soon. I think. Humour me.) Continue reading …Trying not to die.
And here we are, more or less two years after my last post.
Have you bought that string of wire you were thinking of using to strangle me? If procrastination were an actual job, I’d be filthy rich right now, along with more than half of the population. Continue reading
Huzzah, I am not yet dead!
I’m sooooo sorry this took so long. I’m slowly but surely
emphasis on the slowly trying to write all the things that have happened in the past year and a half, while keeping track of the current stuff. I have no excuse. It’s spring break over here (Hear! Hear! Filipino student on spring break? You probably already have an idea of what one of the future posts will be about.). And I’m working. Oops, so much for no excuses.
Either way, if you’re still sure you want to see what madness my classmates and I have been up to, read on below! Continue reading
So instead of posting the promised narrative on what my awesome forever classmates did from November of last year until the end of the last semester, I, yet again, post something else. Continue reading Okay, so it’s been over since the tenth, but I’ve spent the first few days organizing and putting away the school texts I’ve accumulated for the past semester and catching up on sleep.
This has been sitting around in my drafts folder for a bit so I thought it was about time it got out
before anyone tried strangling me because I didn’t make it in time for the two weeks after Holy Week thing when I said I’d start posting again. This one’s going to be pretty short, because I’m pretty sure I’d make your eyes bleed with the probable length of the next few posts. But I have plans >D It’ll be like a month-by-month thing with the stuff I’ve promised so far, maybe with bits and pieces of other stuff (like ranting in Japanese) mixed in between.
I’ve started my personal summer projects too.
Re-learning how to cook and cooking for one or two people at most was supposed to be at the top of the list, but it got displaced by catching up on sleep. I’ve begun re-writing my notes for the this sem’s Nihongo classes, taken out the old ones for review, downloaded several raw light novels and raw manga for reading exercises, and gotten new listening material. (Summer Paradise by Simple Plan featuring Taka from ONE OK ROCK is lurve. And the video’s nice too! I’ve been listening to it the whole week and I keep repeating it enough that a certain Dark-Lord-in-Training ended up staying in my lap and demanding to watch the music video on loop) I’ve also begun looking for dummy’s guides to learning stocks, teaching myself Italian , and transferring files from the laptop to make room for a sudden urge to download and watch Angel, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and Charmed in HD. There are also writing projects and books I’m just itching to read although I don’t really know why that is as I’ve worked my way through three-quarters of the pile of actual books by the first week alone.
So I’ll be taking my leave
(again!) to draft out the first few narratives of what the last four months have been like for me and my merry, not-exactly-normal, absolutely insane, awesome forever classmates. Until then, knock yourself out with this one 😉
[Simple Plan] Summer Paradise (ft. Taka from ONE OK ROCK)
Just a quick update so you won’t assume I’m dead.
Although there isn’t really much to say if I were, save that the world has one less sadist in it. LOL.
Just a few more weeks and classes will be ending. This merits two reactions from me and, most probably, the rest of my classmates: “Hurray!” and “Asdfjkl; NO! I’m not done with my paper yet dammit!”
Well, there you have it. A week or two after Holy Week, I’ll be catching up on all the stuff I’ve been promising to post — the adventurous fieldwork in the mountains of Sierra Madre, getting that scholarship, happiness with my awesome forever classmates, our misadventures in Pampanga, and our weekly indulgences. There’ll even be pictures too! And, gasp, dare I say it? Fanfic updates! I commend
and pity anyone and everyone who still sticks with me this far, with my erratic posting schedules. Or lack of it.
Anyway, it’s nearly five in the morning here, and I have to go get some shut eye before our last dance performance for this semester. I hope. LOL. I just passed by to tell you that:
- Final Fantasy is amazing;
- I’m turning into an obsessive fangirl
- It’s okay because it’ll be what I’m blogging about in our weekly class blog;
- I have a legitimate excuse to take
unwarranted breaks between the flood of paperwork we were left with; and
- I’m near to tears because I haven’t finished one-fifth of one of my major papers.
Oh, and I’m getting hooked
again to Suteki da Ne, one of the songs in Final Fantasy X, the one I wrote about today. If you haven’t listened to it yet, I’m recommending it to you. Don’t worry, it’s harmless…relatively XD Well, I did get depressed the first time I heard it and all…
So, life as usual, yeah?
Oh, I’ll be posting a copy of that sort-of-rushed article here too. But it’s all in Japanese, so don’t strangle me please.
Note to self: Finish all paperwork if I want to get anywhere or go anywhere for that matter. Procrastination. Why did I have to be a pro? LOL.
Recently, you asked whether I had nightmares. Frequent and recurring nightmares. I wanted to shake my head and smile, but we would both know I was lying.
You’re just that type of person. That good a friend.
So instead, I asked why. I asked what it was for. I asked away in hopes that you would be deterred and not ask. Because if you kept asking, I would eventually say it. I would eventually tell you. And I didn’t want to. I really didn’t want to. To tell you would have meant showing you the side of me that I tried to bury beneath layers upon layers of raucous laughter and playful violence, of cheerful banter and halfhearted insults.
Even though I always declared, “It’s fine. I’m like that too, yanno,” nobody seemed to take me seriously. I don’t think there ever was a reason for you see it firsthand. I’m glad you didn’t.
I don’t even want to admit it to myself. I don’t even want to acknowledge it.
But it’s there. Resisting all efforts of concealment and extermination. After years of trying to do away with it, it’s still there, mocking as ever. Making me more vulnerable than I already was.
I didn’t like it. I still don’t like it. Continue reading