Things Have Been Pretty Quiet Around Here

Mostly because I like to save people time. Instead of posting something trivial everyday, I decided to accumulate them and create one big trivial post now. Well, actually, I don't know how that actually saves people time. Saves effort, though.

1. My one remaining Dragonfin, named Humphrey, died. I suspect the Koi mob he shares his tank with had something to do with it. They hog all the food and rasp at him all the time. I've been plotting against them for some time now, but I suppose fish know best when fishy things are happening, and they beat me to it. They left him torn and looking sad and neglected.

That night I dreamed about Humphrey. He was golden and fantastic and had these awesome feathers that glinted and shone as he swam around in a marvelous waterway that flowed up and over and through the house. I think that wherever he is, he is quite happy. Farewell.

2. The Smiling Machine Man gave me a book the other day. It was one I had been wanting to get my spindly hands on for a very, very long time. Not surprisingly, it is a Neil Gaiman creation. The Graveyard Book. It felt so special in my hands that I resisting finishing it off in one sitting. I managed to spread it out to three days :3 Felt like it was my birthday again, for three days in a row. The surprise was a very nice touch. Thank you, thank you, and thank you =D

3. I have discovered an island! Well, sort of. Long Island. It is full of rich foods that lavish the palate with flavor. Mostly pasta. Affordable too. It is somewhere behind the main library. If NISMED was my staple college food last year, now I believe it will be Long Island. I don't think I'll get tired of their Carbonara with Chicken for a long time. Just like how I munched on Pillows for about..two years in high school. I develop strange attachments.

4. On Monday there will be a rally against Ms GMA. Along Commonwealth. I wanted to watch the SONA (first one I'll be watching, supposedly) but Vanny asked if I would want to go to the rally instead, and I said yes. Now I'm not so sure. I read in the papers that they are mobilizing the military for crowd-control. And the picture showed a mock-rioter throwing rocks at the military men who were in a Spartan formation (was it Spartan? When they hold their shields up and look like a giant turtle?) Anyway, it was pretty pathetic. They don't need shields to protect them from civilians.

Also, someone once told me that: When you're afraid, that's when you know they're winning.

5. I love the library. You can read all you want and sleep all you want. And because libraries are found primarily in schools, transitively, I love my school. Unfortunately, I gave my ID to a fellow walking class student for safe keeping, and I forgot to take it back after class (we managed to finish before the cut-off time and I was so elated. My ID was quite forgotten). So now I can't enter libraries until I get it back, because the libraries are strict with things like that. I do not know my class mate's number, and the next time I'll be officially meeting with him is next next tuesday. When I realized that..I went:

 NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

But only silently, because I was still in the jeep. Please, if you are out there, give it me back.
I beg of you.

6. Today when I was walking in the campus, I saw Ralph on the other side of the street. He is a friend I know from church. He wasn't facing me tho, but I thought it would be nice to say hi, since I don't see people from church outside of church very often. So as I crossed the street, I tripped over one of the deflectors that are good for cars (well, not really, they make the ride bumpy) and not good for pedestrians. There are trips that you can disguise and trips that you cannot. This might be classified under the latter. Fortunately, as I said, he wasn't facing me. And by the time he noticed I was approaching, I had already retained my poise.

PS. I didn't fall flat in my face or anything, I just..sort of...staggered and flailed my arms a bit, not unlike a distressed fowl.

End.

Janelle's 18th, As Friends with her Brother

A grand night at the Legend! :D Thank you for letting us join in the celebration!

(It's kind of rude of me to post only our pictures D: but..I really just wanted to post the WOOHOO pic. Haha. The rest of the pictures sort of fade away in its epic-ness.)

My *_____* First Sem Sched

Time		Tuesday		Wednesday		Thursday		Friday		Saturday
8:00 - 9:00										Architecture 7
9:00 - 11:30		Interior Design 10								Architecture 7
11:30 - 12:00		Interior Design 10		Russian 11				Russian 11		Architecture 7
12:00 - 1:00				Russian 11				Russian 11
1:00 - 2:30				Home Econ 101
2:30 - 4:00		Communications 3		Home Econ 101		Communications 3
4:00 - 5:00		PE (Walking)				PE (Walking)

YAY Russian! :3
I'll probably take up some sort of part-time job or something. Piano, anyone? :O
Or maybe I'll get more subjects..Hmm... decisions, decisions...

Isis with the Alopecia, a short fiction.

My name is Isis. I am eighteen and I love to dance. Also, I've been diagnosed with a kind of alopecia, which is to say I'm bald.

It doesn't bother me anymore. It did at first, and I wore a wig all the time until the lights were off and I'd take it down in the dark, where no one can see. But to take the wig down for somebody you felt close enough to was a lot harder than to just take it down from the start for the world to gawk at. So one day I decided not to wear the wig, and everybody thought that I shaved my head-hair off or that I was a rebel or that I was taking drugs. But I felt great after all that.

(Although sometimes when I dance I wear the wig so that people won't be distracted trying to see if I'm embarrassed dancing bald, and will just see the girl who can dance. Then when I'm done dancing I take it down and shock their socks off to Neptune.)

___________________________
I drew Isis earlier in the year. It's medical again, but I think this is way cooler than Subtleties.

A Blog of Nothingness.

Because I feel small and petty and insubstantial in the grand scheme of things, holed up in my home, as such; a skinny girl and I am singing to the rain.

I was supposed to draw Lucy at Starbucks today, but it got cancelled. She dreams of Percival on most nights, but he never spares her a glance. I am drawn to those kinds of stories.

It's the weather and the perhaps dim yellow lights in the room that brings out the pain.

Today my sister bought me ice cream, and it's a little bubble of memory that floats in and out among the sheets. I try hard to remember the taste, but I forget what happiness tastes like.
Especially when it rains.

School is a looming doom-cloud, in any weather. Bartholomew gave me a hug, and in that moment everything feels okay.

I Am Not Korean, As Was Suspected.

Me and me mum went to try Cafe Monaco for dinner, because purportedly*, they serve excellent food. Beep-beep is on duty tonight, so she wasn't able to go with. (*Source: GCC people and Michelle's driver haha)

So um, we enter, quite awkwardly, and I try to figure out which theme fits because:

 A. I've always thought it was some posh European cafe, as according to Wiki, Monaco is a small sovereign city-state located in South Western Europe.

B. They play Western pop, r&b, old songs, and the occasional rap.

C. They have a dodgy, downtown air.

D. The menu includes Korean, Japanese, and normal foods (just in case?).

I wasn't able to conclude anything. But we decided to order chapchae and the infamous bibimbap, which I've always thought was spelled beebeembap, and was a song you dance to.

We were served the Korean appetizers first.

Mm, yes,.. er.. appetizing.

It might be apparent to you at this point that I am not used to Cafe Monaco, or Korean food, but it was actually quite good (the appetizer), except for the fact that it was really really spicy, and I had to dampen my flaming mouth with water, which dampened my appetite just a bit as well.

My mom went *___* after taking a bite XD WE = N00B at spicy foods.


So after the rather eventful shot at Korean food, I was quite apprehensive about the meals we ordered. At some point I asked my mom what we were doing in there, to which she just continued to sheepishly chew her chapchae, which was a bit normal-er.

And so the Bibimbap came, and thankfully, it looked harmless. It's just that it had ketchup in the middle of everything, and I hate ketchup, so I gave it all to my mom. She had it with the egg yolk, and then she went *_____* because...surprise, surprise, it wasn't ketchup, it was the infernally spicy goo from hell. And I laughed.

I quite like Cafe Monaco, the waiter-who-does-not-look-quite-like-one was very nice. I'll just stick with the ramen next time :3

I Eat Paper and I Drink Ink.

Some kind soul let me draw on his guitar (which I have secretly named Pilate)! :3 Excellent.



He couldn't decide what to put in at first. So I said Turdles, because turdles are epic. But he said they were girly. Feh.

And since he didn't like turdles, the next epic thing would be Superman, so that's how it was.

Yay! This took me about.. two days? Including the amount of time I kept putting it off because I really didn't want to mess up.



Admittedly, I am awful at drawing superheroes, but I seem to copy them quite decently. This was taken from a tacky writing notebook.



Yaay~
*scouts for more duct-taped instruments*
Thank you, Mr. Man-with-the-duct-taped-guitar! :D