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

People These Days.

Just a tip. Never go to grocery stores right after they have just opened for the day, because
  A. They have yet to restock
  B. WELL, apparently, some of the staff choose that particular time of the day to pick their noses right in the middle of the aisle. Goodness.

Seriously. I was looking for something for a pie I had in mind (cream), but where it was supposed to be was a big gaping hole of nothingness. Due mostly for reason A stated above. Luckily, there was a staff woman in the same aisle. I was about to ask, innocently, when they would have it, but I was just.. really... speechless, stopped in my tracks, confused, didn't know what to do... SHE was just KNOCKING HERSELF OUT, explicitly, vigorously, bare-handedly, and posolutely grossly...totally ignoring me (Don't I look legal yet???) And I was sort of ignoring her too, to spare both of us the embarrassment, which she didn't have, by the way.

I'm pretty much the type who avoids regret as much as possible, but I've lost sleep (not to mention blogged about it >__>) just thinking that maybe I should have stared at her considerably until she regained her manners, after which calmly proceeding to ask her where the tissue papers are shelved or something.

Sheesh, I am such a dimwit. What happened was I just switched aisles and returned to the alleged aisle to look for the ingredient on my own when I made sure she left. Talk about lame.

*Name of grocery omitted. I would like to stay considerate despite the episode.

Book for Sale: Kazuo Ishiguro's Never Let Me Go at P250

SYNOPSIS:

Never Let Me Go is narrated by a 31-year old woman named Kathy. She's remembering her days at Hailsham, a boarding school where creativity and health were emphasized. None of the children have parents or surnames. She has rekindled friendships with Ruth and Tommy, friends from her Hailsham days. The three of them find they don't fit into society, that they're not been prepared for a normal life. The children of Hailsham are all clones, bred and raised solely to be organ donors once they're adults. Kathy and Ruth both fight over Tommy's attention, and he has fits of temper. The three of them, though, agree to hold onto each other forever, unsure of the future that awaits them. Kazuo Ishiguro's novel has received high praise with the Guardian saying, "This extraordinary and, in the end, rather frighteningly clever novel isn't about cloning, or being a clone, at all. It's about why we don't explode, why we don't just wake up one day and go sobbing and crying down the street, kicking everything to pieces out of the raw, infuriating, completely personal sense of our lives never having been what they could have been."

EXCERPT:
http://www.randomhouse.com/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=9781400078776&view=excerpt

Contact me: +63922 833 1934 :D

Feb Three's Adventure

There's much to do when you've got time on your hands. It used to bother me when people brush me off as a bum, but I guess they just don't like it when they're busy and stressed out and someone else is having an undue vacation leave. But anyway, February 3 was the birthday of one of my dear friends, and I made that person a card!

A note: Sorry for the lousy edit. I currently have NO PHOTOSHOP D:< But point is, there are turdles everywhere! X3 It is called The Great Cosmic Turtle Convocation. Or Turtles in the Sky.
:3

Last year I'm afraid I slacked off making birthday cards and such, although I have been giving people it as an annual heart-and-soul gift ever since I can remember. But this year, since I've been meaning to keep an organizer so I can finally remedy the fact that I keep forgetting birth dates, I will vow to churn out chunks of more heart-and-soul to people I deem worthy of keeping them :D

But the adventure part of it all is that I rode Eldritch to deliver the turtle card! :D I'm telling you, you must ride a bike to somewhere quite far at least once in your life. You meet all sorts of people who smile at you (in a kind way), learn how to navigate and predict car behavior, feel the breeze in your hair etc etc 8D

Well, so it was tiring, but it's more fulfilling that way :3

Christmas Buffet at the Spiral :D

Here ye go! :D

I had an excellent night, thanks to the, man-oh-man, exquisite buffet :3
and of course the...you know, company.

Kidding :D going out with the cousins are always fun.

Anyway, Multiply won't let me rotate and label the photos after uploading them, so they are still untouched D: sorry about that.

Disclaimer: There are a bunch of pictures there, scattered about, courtesy of sibling, that is not wholly committed to the title.