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Oct. 29th, 2010


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Time has been crawling by lately. 
I can't say for sure whether it's a good thing or a bad thing; there are certainly some circumstances where it is good. Like, spending time with my boyfriend. I feel like we've been spending a lot of time together, but I think the time's well spent. But, I could do with the less homework and such 'cause it makes time move on by a bit slower than I would hope it to. 
Oh well, life's life. A minute is no faster or slower than sixty seconds.

Two more months before the year is over.
It seems like.. it's passed on by so much. 
When it comes time for the end of the year, I'll have so much to say to so many people that.. I don't even know if words will express them properly or not. But, I look forward to doing so. 

I think, so far, these ten months have gone by great. I've had my shares of happiness, sadness, laughter and anger. I've met new friends and I don't think I lost any this year, which is another plus. 
I don't want to say too much - it might lose its meanings in saying them when time comes for 2010 to end. So, I'll wait until then. (:

Sep. 11th, 2010


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 I hate being in relationships sometimes.

Sep. 7th, 2010


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 I went to animefest over the weekend. Had a pretty good time. Cosplayed as a maid and got some pictures taken and some creepers hitting on me. Bought a plushie for a future cosplay - maybe. Bought some fan-posters that were drawn ridiculously well and it made me want to draw again. 

Overall - satisfying labor day weekend break.

Aug. 24th, 2010


Waiting has paid off

Guh, apparently, waiting has  paid off because just two days before school starts, I get two emails telling me that I got into my waitlisted classes. Thank god. I mean, it wouldn't hurt to have sent a message earlier during the year saying that I got in, so my mother wouldn't have nagged at me every single god damned day, wondering why I haven't gotten into the classes yet. Stupid budget cutback for my college. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

But, whatever.
I got in, and all is well.
Just one more day before classes resume; I'm a bit anxious for this new term. 

Aug. 18th, 2010


Summer is Over?

 It's been a couple weeks since I've last updated. It's 'cause I downloaded the game that I was play prior to summer vacation and it's taken up all my time and concentration and social life. Urp. 
Sorry for the lack of updates in case you guys were curious.
Summer ends in about a week for me. This coming Friday, I'll be moving back to school. I'm really excited though - well, to be moving back, not for school to start. But, nothing I can do about it.

Anyway, hopefully, I'll remember to update more, though, not sure about the stories, we'll see how busy I am when school starts and all.

Jul. 26th, 2010



 Sorry guys~ 
It's been a couple days or - something like that - since I last posted. 
I'm out of town for the time being and playing with friends all the time, so when I go back home, I'll start posting regularly again. (:

Jul. 18th, 2010


Roosevelt Syndrome

Today, my master came back home with an obvious frown on her beautiful face. I watched her as she threw her backpack aside and plopped down onto her bed. A heavy sigh escaped her lips. I said nothing but watched her with utmost concern. My master noticed my worry and smiled faintly. That was the face I loved so dearly. Her lips moved, but I can't hear her. I never could to begin with, but I knew what she was conveying. Our souls were linked together, because she loved me so much. The pain she felt, I felt. But, as much as I wanted to, I can't shed a single tear for her...

My master... My beautiful master... What can I do to make your life better?

She came back home again today. Her eyes were red, and her uniform dirtied with blood and dirt. As soon as the door closed, my master fell to her knees and sobbed. I tried to comfort her as she wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tightly, but the only thing I can give her is the promise that I'll never leave her side...

I watched my master day after day as she returned home, each day worse than before. She doesn't smile anymore. When she's in her room, she sits on her bed, staring lifelessly at her feet. I wonder if my presence's insignificant? Do I lack the power to grant her happiness?

The sound of the door slamming shut awoke me from a deep slumber. What was going on? I saw my master - she seemed lively. But, I, quickly, noticed the shiny object she held tightly in her hand. A blade. My heart skipped a beat. She sat down in front of me and placed the knife on her wrist. She clenched her teeth and, with a quick splice, split her snow white skin open. Red liquid poured out immediately, and the me, who did nothing but watched, was stained red.

Her breathing became jagged as a second and third cut was made. Tears rain down her rosy cheeks, but a smile - the first smile I've seen in days - was painted across her lips. My master looked at me... and I looked at her. For the first time in my life, I noticed the reflection casted back towards me...

...I'm just a toy...

Jul. 14th, 2010


Going Home Early

For those of you who don't know, I'm currently in Asia and have been in Asia since the 18th of May. 
Our plan was to go home on the 2nd of August, but it seems like time is too long - staying 2 months in Asia with nothing to do is useless, so we tried booking a plane flight for the 15th of July. 
However, I already made peace with myself with the fact that we might not get to go home early, and surprise, surprise, today - the 14th - my dad called me and told me to start packing. Apparently, we got a last minute ticket back to the states. 
Yay. (:

Jul. 13th, 2010


Writer's Block: Party Perfect

What's your idea of the perfect summer party? Is it enjoying a picnic with friends at the beach, having a BBQ your place or something else? What’s the key ingredient every party needs to be considered a success?

My idea of a perfect summer party would probably be spending time with friends at a beach (because all of us lack the creativity to do something spontaneous and original), but of course, being where I come from, the beach can only be so much fun.

But, I don't think the location is what's most important when it comes to having that 'perfect' experience. My friends and I are all students still; what's more is that we're all college students that have been together since freshman year in high school. But now, we've gone our separate ways, and we're walking down our own paths to adulthood. So, of course, us coming together and chilling is what means the most to all of us.

The location, the food, the time - are just the excuses for us to come together.

I don't think there is just ONE key ingredient to make the it a perfect party, but in fact, I think there are several factors that you have to put together to make it perfect. Most importantly, are the guests.

1. My friends and I always have a thing with bringing our own food. Potluck! We always range from hamburgers and hotdogs to home cooked Asian dishes.

2. Music. Oddly enough, regardless of how close we all are, we have our own interests in music genres, so we always have this 'party play list' made out before hand. We have Guns and Roses to Korean boy bands - like Super Junior and Big Bang.

3. If we were to be chilling at the beach, I suppose, having swim suits and a volleyball would suffice. 

I think, if we're all having fun and enjoying ourselves, then it's already perfect. 
After all, it's the memory that's most important.

Writer's Block: Dream on

Do you usually remember your dreams at night? Do you analyze and/or record your dreams in your journal? Are there any recurring themes?

I think remembering dreams, for me, is a 90% naught. Of course, it happens most often during the REM cycle - when you're in your deepest moments of sleeping. The times I do remember them, would be while I'm semi-conscious. About to be awaken from my sleep, and I think to myself, "How weird of a dream I'm having. I should remember it when I wake up and tell my friends." But by the time I wake up, I can't remember it anymore. There are times when I do remember them though, most of the time, they're night terrors - where I just suddenly shoot up from my bed in cold sweat and tears. Those aren't fun at all. I only recorded one dream in my entire life; I tried to analyze it, but it gave me the chills - 'cause it happened in real life, the day of. Whether or not I've had recurring dreams is unknown to me.

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