Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Heh.
This page is like the Grand Canyon sometimes, y'all. I can hear my own echo.

Hope everyone's doing well.
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Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Random poetry dump!
A prologue for the reverse fairy tale I'm starting for my mother as one of her Christmas presents.

Four Seconds

No one can say for sure, but it’s been
about two years, thirty-two days, five hours
and fifty-nine seconds since time stopped.
It was 7:00 in the evening, December 18th,
the sun froze half-dipped below the horizon
and the snow continued to fall, never slowing
or building up on the ground, and the thousands
of clocks throughout the city were stuck mid-chime
and had to be broken. There was no sense of when
to sleep, when to work, and the novelty of snow
angels that melted back into place quickly
wore thin, so the mayor placed the names of
every child who lived there in his hat and
pulled out twelve slips of paper, leading them
up the highest hill and shepherding them into
a ring, their backs turned to each other, and told
them that they’d be the wardens of time, and
in return, they could choose where to start.

Two was practical, suggesting starting where they stopped.
Six was stubborn, insisting on starting at midnight.
But Eight, staring at her pink snowboots, said
that she could guess the time by the pitch of the
clockwork evening train whistles.
So schools opened again, businesses rumbled to life
like willful machines, and no one thought to
use that hill anymore. But the children found
their own way to speak, though their voices
were useless for anything but counting and chiming,
they scribbled notes and passed them along the circle.
And Twelve, constantly looking for ways to amuse
himself, slipped a note to Eleven one day, nodding
at her to pass it down, and it read, “listen, last night
four seconds before Four I saw us all
getting on the evening train and riding to the beach,
and the night before that we were in the marketplace,
nothing special, just buying groceries, but that’s
not the point,” and he was lying as always but
they never knew it. But that night, everyone
down in the city sat up in their beds, swearing
they heard the clocks starting up again, and
complaints rolled into the mayor’s office the
following morning, but the children were
too busy glancing at each other, grinning,
knowing exactly what it was they saw.
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Monday, November 6, 2006

*Ahem*
Hey guyss~? I know more people wanted music than Mimmi and Vick, so please to scroll down and grab it? Unless you already did, in which case, please to say so? Thank you!

And Vick, I fixed the link!
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Sunday, November 5, 2006

Music post!
Okay guys, I'm using MegaUpload, so some of you might have some trouble. If you're redirected to an ad page at any point, there'll be a link in the upper-right hand corner that will say "Skip this ad" or something similar. Ready? Here we go!

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=6QFY0TUW <-- Hall Om Mig Nu, by Nanne Gronvall. Swedish music, in honor of my favorite Swede! This is such a kickass song, and I've had it on repeat for about a week.

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=GTLUUJXP <--- Show Me Love, by Tatu. Great beat to this one.

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=Z22P9CCT <--- The Best of You, by Foo Fighters. For all the rockers out there, this is a good one.

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=2GQT9III <--- 19sai, by Suga Shikao. The xxxHOLiC opening. Pure musical sex.

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=T8K57C7D <--- Morning Grace, by Okazaki Ritsuko. The Princess Tutu opening. Some of you might recognize Okazaki-san's singing from Fruits Basket's opening and ending. This song sounds like a gorgeous classical piece. Try to guess which famous ballet is musically quoted in this song!

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=O7TO0AYF <--- Mi Chyo, by Lee Jung Hyun. If you've never heard a pretty Korean girl rap before, then run, don't walk, to this song.

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=Q9K6CVTN <--- The Light Before We Land, by The Delgados. Absolutely beautiful. That's all I have to say.

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=Z7JMGW9F <---- Chicago, by Sufjan Stevens. "I fell in love again, all things go, all things go~" This song is really special to me. Hopefully, it will be to you guys, too.

Still here? Awesome! I hope you guys enjoy the music. And because I'm shameless...

http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2245213/1/

The fantasy story I'm working on right now. I don't mean to keep pushing this, but since I want to be published one day, the 'net is the best way for me to gauge outside reactions to my work. If you have time, please read~?
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Wednesday, November 1, 2006

*Hugs*
Thanks to everyone who commented on the last post. Insecurity doesn't go away, but you find ways to beat it down, and you guys really helped. *loves*

I hope you all had a good Halloween! I'm going to upload some songs to share with everyone next post.
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Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Lalala, nothing to see here, skip over.
I do everything I can to make my friends happy. I give them things when they don't expect it, I leave comments and send text messages to make sure they're having a good day, and I try so hard to cheer them up when they're upset. And I don't mind that. I enjoy it a lot, actually. But how come, when I'm in a bad mood, I feel more alone than anything else?

I don't want anything special from anyone. All I want is acknowledgement that I exist and I mean SOMETHING to them, when I'm not doing them favors. Something unprompted by guilt. A simple "have a nice day" would be more than enough.

I've just been down since realizing that my high school friends - every single one of them, no exception - just moved right along like I was never there. And that's what always happens. And I feel like that's what's always going to happen. What is it that makes me so unmemorable to people?
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Tuesday, October 3, 2006

HURRO NYU YOKU.
First thing's first. Heroes is fabulous, y'all. Go watch it. If only for Hiro, the teleporting otaku.

Now that I'm out of the South, I need to ween myself off the word "y'all," much as I love it. People hear it and go, "O HOW QUAINT," and I'm not very quaint, y'see. Hell, I was raised up here! Damn you, Florida. You ruined my vernacular!

My weekend was rather fun! Not much relaxation time in there, but it's good to just go out once in a while. I went to see Lauren from Sewanne at Northeastern University, which is way, way nicer than Brandeis. They have a food court! A FOOD COURT! With Taco Bell and Wendy's and Starbucks and Dunkin Donuts and they can use their meal points there! I'm not even going to mention all the restaurants they're near! WHY? It was lovely to see Lauren again. Such a coincidence that we'd go to school so close, too, since she lives in Georgia.

I took the T over there, too. Have I mentioned yet that I love the T? Because I adore it. I'm totally a train/bus person, I think. I've never driven. Windham didn't have ways to get around, and all Jacksonville had were skanky buses, so I'm not used to walking out the door and having a comfy, cheap way to get around. I was nervous at first, but I've gotten so used to it that I can just relax and enjoy... especially on the Green Line. THE SHIFTING FLOORS. If you have never surfed on a moving subway car, you haven't lived.

Not to mention I always underestimate how long it's going to take. I got to Harvard Square half an hour earlier than my bus back to campus. Ended up wandering into the Harvard bookstore, and holy shit it's a BARNES AND NOBLE. The CliffNotes section had notes for The Outsiders. Yes, the S.E Hinton one. Yes, the one that's less than 150 pages. I guess that's for the ones that got in on Daddy's donations? Or to be fair, I guess the math/science majors don't really have the time to crack a book.

And the next day, Sarah and I went into town. Pictures are forthcoming, notably of the awesome reddish-brown leather jacket I got for $20. Waltham isn't quite as... cozy as some of the other towns close to Boston. We got hit on by some sketchy guys (I LOLed), and Sarah says she saw some guy with a gun. I guess when I make my Dunkin Donuts run eventually, I should bring someone, just to be safe. But all the same, compared to Jax, Waltham seems quite safe to me. And PSA: I love my Sarah. That is all.

Next weekend's vacation has caused some complications, but nothing I can't handle. I have to finish my essay on Friday and drop it at Mr. Plunkett's office before I leave. And sensei changed the Japanese oral presentation from Tuesday to Monday, but Matt agreed to be my partner and work something out. Raburabu. A bit mixed up, but nowhere near enough to make me regret it. Sensei was all laying on the guilt, like, "It must be something very important for you to miss class." And it is. :D And besides, a certain someone slept through her last oral presentation and still got to do it, and I haven't missed a single class. So nyah! Nyah, I say!

And today? Morning was rather stressful for certain reasons. But Akiko's coming to watch DGM in an hour, which will be my salvation. But until then, I have my lukewarm coffee and satire essay. So I will stop procrastinating. Ah, college. Joy.

Oh, by the way? SHAMELESS PLUG TIME.

Do you enjoy fantasy stories with intrigue, action, dark humor, sadistic characters, and a delicate side of sexual tension? Well, so do I. But I've got the next best thing?

My new novel-length story, Catalyst, has been extremely well-received on my LJ (moreso than my last story, In Descending Order), but reviewers on both deviantART and FictionPress have been rather silent. So I thought I'd give it a plug over here. There are only three chapters so far, and they're all over here:

http://www.fictionpress.com/read.php?storyid=2245213

I understand everyone is busy, but if you've got the chance, drop a review and tell me what you think? I'd seriously appreciate it!
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Wednesday, September 27, 2006

   Haha,,,
Member Since
¡¦09/01/03

OOPS. I've been a three year member for almost a month!
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Monday, September 25, 2006

Well well, look at this... someone's another year older today.
I met you around this time three years ago. Remember? I had a myO account here already, but I picked it up for the first time when I saw that one of my favorite FF.net authors had an account. I knew already that I loved your writing. But I didn't know what I was in for, either.

You were the first friend I had on the internet, the first person who showed me how truly in love I could be with simply text and emoticons. Because it's not that simple, it never is. We shared the same laughter that "real life" friends do, we exchanged fun things and talked hours into the night. We shared some things we wouldn't dare say out loud. We cried together on more than one occasion.

But you came through all that, with all the grace and strength I've known you had all along. No matter what happens, you live by your own rules, and that's just amazing to me. And at the drop of a hat, you'll put anything aside to be there for your friends, even if we're stubborn and want to hide it. You'll lend us a shoulder to cry on, you'll threaten to beat up whoever it is hurting us, or you'll offer something fun to distract us. Talking to you makes me feel warm, happy, and loved; too many people never let their friends know how important they are, but you know that life's too unpredictable for that.

Mimmi was right, you know, when she said a while back that you were the Mother Earth of myO. You give us everything, without even waiting for us to ask. And even if some people forget sometimes, all any of us want to do is give you something back.

Dark Phoenix, Shandrial, Shan-chan, my yami... it'll be a long time before I'll be able to give you as much as you've given me. But let's start now.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHANNY!
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Monday, September 18, 2006

Monday morning, and other various signs of the apocalypse.
Slept through the alarm yet AGAIN this morning, luckily I woke up by chance at 8:20. I do believe my dream involved toasting bagels and several my friends getting into a comment war with a famous deviantArt artist, I don't know, maybe it's my deep-seated desire to see my friend own this annoyingly prolific girl. XD

Since we're out of water bottles, I tried to buy a bottle from the vending machine downstairs. The machine proceeded to eat my four quarters, along with the change I tried to knock it down with. And that hill is such a fucking bitch to climb and I can barely breathe after those stairs, so it hurt not to have that water, plus I need some change to put on my printer card because Mr. Plunkett wants me to print $2.00 worth of my Satire paper THX.

And Japanese made me want to hurl myself into a dark chasm because CERTAIN PEOPLE just can't STFU for fifty minutes. And then she got all pissy at me because I'm sick of her distracting me and then getting asked something by Sekino-sensei and looking like an idiot. And what was the point of following me to breakfast if she was going to be bitchy at me? Oh, right, she had to babble about slash and her rationale for becoming a theatre major. Yes, yes, you don't have to do any work, you're obviously so very much smarter than me. Shoot me in the face, onegaishimasu.

At least I found an elusive bagel. Lunch with Akiko today should be fun, after which I have to get right to my Psych homework, WOE.

Are you all having as bad a day as I am? (Go ahead and bitch if so, LJ comment therapy groups are fun. XD)

P.S: Want writing commissions? Go to my dA here: http://lady-of-the-whip.deviantart.com . Cheap and... okay!
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