So, Errr…

A smashed glass, a pile of wet academic readings, and a mutilated hand later, I type you yet another excuse for my lateness.

Come to think of it, my recent posts seem to have a lot of blood and/or violence in them. I wonder if I see a trend.

Ah well. So I’m posting late again. Because I am such a useless waste of space orz LOL, I kid. Self-pity only gets people so far, usually not farther than what they can throw.

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Aaaaand I’m going to stop with the uncalled for, snarky, woe-is-me comments.

Life has been…how shall I put it? Well, let’s just say that instead of being one week of fast food, the past week for me has become one week (and counting) of brine stained cheeks and red, puffy eyes. And I don’t even have a current romantic relationship! Even then, I have a feeling I won’t be the one doing the crying. I’m a shameless, heartless bastard after all.

Just a few hours ago, I came to a realization. I now understand why the people in asylums, or the ones that are emotionally and/or psychologically unstable, or the ones that have finally broken, are portrayed as laughing nearly, if not fully, hysterically while crying uncontrollably.

It’s because laughter is their only remaining reassurance that somehow, some way, they are still part of the waking world, and that other people know this. That they haven’t disappeared into the void of nothingness as they’ve feared. That they’re still alive and not just some phantom living in someone else’s version of life. That they still retain a part of themselves. That they’re still there.

I’ve also unfortunately had to experience an emotional breakdown in front of my maternal parent. After avoiding showing her such weakness for nearly nineteen years. And she brought it on in the first place. I knew my skills had to have come from somewhere. I think my pride just jumped the window.

So, well, I guess life’s been pretty busy lately. You don’t say? Pretty damn hard too. It’d put a rock to shame. It’s not something I want to let show in my writing but obviously does so I might hold off posting the next parts for a bit. After all, the first few parts of SASBRC is supposed to be light and happy, if a bit fluffy. I’m trying to write the middle parts though, the part after Hogwarts (yes, I’m ambitious enough to let it get that far xD). And, well, I figured since they would be in the middle of a war, I’d use these types of typically destructive emotions to make something, well…would fanfiction be considered productive? *sweatdrop*

I’m really sorry I keep making you wait. I’m a bad author D:

My best friend is ranting at me to sleep now. “Calm down and sleep,” he said. And I think I should. I still have to try typing up some stuff both for school and for fun tomorrow. And I totally forgot to study for my upcoming exam this week. I am so going to die @_@

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I would just like to take this opportunity to thank the people who helped me through tonight.

Thank you, Lee, for the virtual slap and taking me back to reality.

Thank you Victor, for trying to help me and ultimately making me laugh. You always, without fail, manage to do that when you catch me crying. I can’t quite believe you’re still the person who only comes to me when he needs me as his emotional crutch. I’m sorry for springing you with all that happened tonight. And for burdening you with some of the deeper causes of this.

And thank you Bryan, for sticking around even though I know that studying for your exams in engineering without taking anime breaks exhausted you. For locking yourself in your room with the tablet to talk to me despite it not being fully yours. And for shortening what was already a short sleeping schedule just to talk to me and tell me to sleep.

Sayonara, Bloody IV Drip!

So I just got out of confinement. And no, that’s not me trying to wriggle out of posting. My body was being a bitch like the rest of me and wouldn’t respond to medication. So you lot out there who haven’t been totally rendered insane by the randomness of this blog, I advise you to stay out of hospitals. If anything, try not to have yourself stuck to an IV drip. The dextrose isn’t that bad in itself, even if the nurses said it was supposed to hurt. What does that say about my body? but the skin test shots for the medication you might get through it is just not something you want. It bloody hurts, I tell you. And that’s coming from someone who didn’t have any anesthesia while having her leg incised. And watched the whole thing.

Anyway.

I wasn’t confined the whole time much to my mother’s wallet’s relief. The internet got busted, I got loopier (what’s new?), and other shit happened. So between traveling eight hours per trip to a far away province for our fieldwork (which I intend to write about, maybe even post some pictures. The stream was awesome.), researching, recording, doing paperwork, applying for a scholarship abroad (and actually getting it; another thing I really, really want to write about), and juggling all of that with all the everyday struggles of taking care of our very own Mini Lord Voldemort and just trying to actually live, I got to squeeze in some time to write. I warn you though: there is a high probability of crappy quality. Or well, it’d be different from what I usually write, I think. I just couldn’t seem to get into the “right” mood for writing long enough. I’m trying (read the operative word, mates, trying) to make it my life to write something that isn’t too technical, bland, boring (who doesn’t?), or plain. My current writing mode borders all of that combined. Following my earlier train of thought, that would mean I utterly fail at life “OTL

I actually have a lot of stories to tell, more randomness to infect you with, and even more crack to test your sanity. I just have to type it down. Because yes, I have finally admitted to myself that I can’t function properly without traumatizing people with my posts sharing them. I kind of really absolutely unbelievably miss writing for fun and not having my head ache at random intervals because of the ever-present paper. Besides, I have yet to fulfill my mission of learning how to write casually at will. Even in the dratted things known as papers.

That said, forgive the lack of posts. And the nearly month-long lateness of the next installment of chapters. And everything else, except maybe for spreading the insanity. That part I get to say, “Hah! I told you so!” I’ll be putting up the next chapters for NEP and SD, but SASBRC will be a tad late because klutzy me managed to lose the paper with the last chunk of the chapter. Please don’t maim me yet!

Oh, and the title? That was pretty literal.

Daily dose of being freaky complete!XD

Blog and Plug

I have a legitimate excuse to take a break from studying that massive pile of school texts that’s teetering and threatening to bury me underneath its bulk.

Our Japanese class’s blog is now official functional! And it’s on the same site! There you’ll see weekly posts from members of our class about anything under the sun. (Though I have a hunch that most of the posts there will be connected to Japan in one way or another. Well, it is a Japanese class.)

So far, the only things posted there are the welcome message and our self-introductions with our pictures. Give it time. Some of us have expressed their intentions to post when they aren’t too busy trying not to get swallowed up by schoolwork. Soon it’ll be filled with everything from trivia, events, to pure randomness.

It’s purely in Japanese though. Most of the thoughts survive Google Chrome’s translations so if you can withstand the atrocious grammar and lack of coherence of the translations, it should be fine if you want to read it. I anticipate no lack of pictures from us, so that may make up for it as well.

Join the madness here!

With my advertising campaign done, I now return to the nest I had made of my readings and school texts. See ya guys if I return from the land of the half-dead!

Japanese Blogging?

Two of my classes this semester include a lot of writing in Japanese. One involves blogging in Japanese on a wordpress account shared by the whole class. Okay, that’s shameless plugging right there. The other involves the proper creation and execution of an interesting and effective speech. In Japanese.

Bloody hell.

Creative juices and plot bunnies, please don’t abandon me mid-sem!

Queues, Tons of Walking, and a Dash of Life Saving Teamwork

Back to school time for us. The second semester actually started just this Thursday, with enrollment starting on the Monday before that. Which naturally meant long lines for class enlistment, and even longer lines for payment of fees. And let’s not forget the Hunger Games-esque scenes that always seem to happen around the areas of Math, Science, and Technology (MST) subjects.

Before anything else, I would just like to say that, without any kind of higher priority, enlisting MSTs is a witch with a nectar-loving, striped insect. Supersized.