Writer's Block

" You forgive out of friendship, not forgetfulness. "


I'm not blogging as much as I want to. I'll probably go on for more than a few days without posting till' August comes. Wow... Am I THAT lame? I'm actually creating an entire post expressing nothing else but my lack of posting. (o__o)
Well, I've definetly had my fun. That random trip around Alta Tierra was just too awesome. Of course, I should have probably acted less detached when we used about a bazillion 1-peso coins paying for our meal at Jolibee. Haha~. Oh, and I never knew Mark Edward's house was so tiny... maybe his shortness was to compensate for the lack of floor space? XDD


As for the cosplay, it didn't quite happen as a group-thing like it was originally planned. In fact, far from it. After our little adventures through Savemore, I came to Kai and Myrt's house for a sleepover and also for us to finish the costumes (Heh. We were all heavy sleepers). Myrtle didn't quite do a very good job with the skirt, and the top was almost impossible to do with intrained hands. So the next day, I made a planned visit to my lola's sister-in-law at DB Ledesma, who's also a really good seamstress. She's so good, in fact, she claimed the costume would be done by tomorrow (it was about 4:30pm in the afternoone). That's, like, barely half the time it took to sew the whole skirt together (which had also been completely redone).

Reaction: ... Ok. That's good. Thank you so much. (-.-);



The very next day was when the epitome of shitness started to unfold. Myrtle called me by 12pm, telling me that her cosplay costume was ready and that she and Kai are waiting for me at their house. Being in deep sleep at that time, I was seriously pretty grumpy. The same lola who brought me to DB yesterday was gonna bring my own costume to my house. But, she wasn't there yet and so I decided to sleep a lil' bit more.

Then about 30mins later, my effin' DAD CALLS, asking if I was doing my RS like I was supposed to. Mom, who made me sound like a complete vigilante just HAPPENED to tell him of my nightime trip to Savemore and me still having some RS left, gets dad angry. She then proceeded to hand-over the phone to me.... and that was when all hell broke loose. My dad has a fine way of making me feel like a bleeding sespool of stupidity ---- yes, I think it's a latent talent of his. If his anger wasn't bad enough, he bans me from leaving the house till' I get all my skills done. My jaw dropped.
Ten minutes and lots of staring later, my costume arrives. It looked awesome. Too bad I couldn't use it. On the upside, I now have a pleated skirt I could use for everyday-wear. (=__=)



And that, my peeps, is how the month of July ends for me.
I'm hoping you're all hoping for more stuff to read next month.

Anime Cosplay

For explanations regarding cosplay, click here.

This week, Kai, Myrt and I planned a cosplay event. We've had this idea hovering above our heads for quite some time now, but for some reason, have barely been able to make it happen till now. (^.^);



Schedule: Myrtle and Kai's house on Friday, 4:30pm.

Cosplay Coverage:

Jeanne
Enma Ai - Hell Girl
L Lawliet - Death Note

Kai
Himawari - xxxHolic

Myrtle
Misa - Death Note
Shana - Shakugan no Shana



Pictures shall be taken, slightly edited by photoshop CS and will be posted round' next week on each of the subject's respective blogs. Wow.... I'm, like, the only girl attempting to cosplay as a guy here. But since it's L, I don't really mind. He's awesome. (^__^) Will we succeed? I have no idea~. Crap --- I'm gonna be wearing a skirt w/o the leggings. DD:


PS: A thousand thanks Myrt for sewing my costume! I suck at the remedial practice of practical house chores. (v__v)
Also a BIG thanks to Kai for my new blog skin layout (my old one was... well, getting old). And thank you, my dear, for the support. Ehem, I believe you know who you are. *wink*

PS for the PS: We spotted Miss Bambi, a very strict teacher in ASIL, when we ate at Mang Inasal. She was on a date and wearing SHORTS. Hah, well... that's certainly something you don't see everyday...

Post-Funeral

Annyywayy... I've been pretty BORED. Even if I don't have much to blog about, I constantly refrain from breaking my weekly-posts streak.

On Friday, I attended this funeral party in school (Or, to be more precise, my ex-school). It involved staying awake till morning and offering prayers to the deceased. I didn't really wanna go at first, but for the sake of my boredom-induced sanity and due to my respect towards Raymund, I gladly went. I wore this hooded red blouse, jeans and my usual pair of converse. Turns out, red isn't allowed in funerals. "Not unless you wanna be cursed," they said. Crap. I swear, I didn't know!
My mom was the one who advised me to use jeans and Off Lotion. Thanks, mom. :3


Myrtle PM'd me to come to her house and we came to school together. Everyone was at the gym, eating free icecream, fries, spaghetti and juice provided by the Santua family. Turns out they ran out of juice, so Myrt, Kai and I spent a good 30mins undertaking the task of looking for anything something to drink.


We walked towards Mrs. Fudge; it was closed. We were gonna walk across the road; the store there was closed, too. I saw an open store in a dark street; smokers stayed there. Myrt offered saliva; we declined. :D In a march of epic failure, we dragged our butts back inside the campus, running into Raymund and his mom who ultimately offered us something to drink cause' we looked so tired. Lovely.


Kai wanted to change clothes since she was still in her PE uniform. I tagged along with them to their house before the church service could begin. The mass began by 8:00pm. The school chapel was cramped with Lizette's relatives. About a dozen students from Washong were invited by Raymund (he attended that school last year). We waited for about an hour, more than twenty students from different schools and colleges sitting out at the stone paths lining the back of the chapel. They actually served food and the three of us ate a bit. We mostly drank coke. Then the twins pop-up, unexpectedly coming to pay their respects aswell.


All of us dropped by the chapel to offer prayers after eating, looking at Lizette's stuff which was displayed at a table to the right. It was a seriously depressing scene. Letters and cards from the time she was hospitalized were hung on a rack next to the coffin. Strangely, they used 'Katol' during the mass instead of incense. Quite understandable, of course.


After a while, our two maids came to bring me home. I said my goodbyes and left the aura of impending gloom.





It takes a great amount of SKILL to trip over flat, stable surfaces - Kai
She took two steps on a track n' field run... and came out two seconds later with this huge bruise and cast. For the win.

Over-Extended Vacation

" You'll never know what you had till' it's gone. "


Almost every student would secretly wish for their summer vacation to last forever. No school, no studies, no teachers and no more of that tiresome socialist-attitude that comes from having to hang around people you despise and/or dislike. Well, guess what? Not me.


Right now, I'm sorta half-wishing I'm back in school like everyone else and having a normal, routine-based life. Free time is awesome and all, but there really IS something as plausible as "too much of a good thing". Seriously. I'm even willing to bear all the homework given on a daily basis. I'd come to school to finish my Science RS every afternoon. Today, whilst passing through the second floor towards Miss's room, I stumbled upon Louis (an odd ex-classmate) infront of the computer lab. He greeted me with his usual shouts of "It's Jeanne!" and ran into the room, still shouting my obvious presence. Next thing I know, I was being ambushed from behind by Myrtle, Kai and Tin on the staircase.


When I say ambush, I mean being glomped on all sides, dragged, and then shoved into the classroom. *shifty eyes*


It was strange, really. I found myself sitting in a room where I haven't been in for several months now, surrounded by my usual gaggle of classmates and a chattering atmosphere which felt very welcoming. My day was punctuated by hanging out with Myrtle, visiting her house and then mine's. I slumped on my bed, lulling around thinking how much I'd miss these people... even when I'm partially greatful for being given a fresh start in life on a distant continent.



Peace,
Jinmei

Human Tragedy

" Nothing captures human imagination more than human tragedy. "


A student from ASIL died due to dengue fever on the month of July, 2009. I was at school on Friday, using the whole day to my advantage since there was a school rally for the student council elections.


I overheard the news when I was taking my remaining skills within the teacher's lounge, overhearing them talk about the poor girl's platelets dropping all the way down to 37/200 before she passed away in tears by 11AM. She began having a series of intense fevers before being admitted into a hospital; even eating at Chowking before her internal pains became too much to bear. By the time the teacher's closed the hushed subject, I was stunned. Glued to my seat. I soon found it hard to concentrate on the pile of papers laid-out before me. Someone died? A first year? Who...?
I blocked my racing speculations, mentally preparing myself to find out who it was after I was done with what I needed to do. But my wandering thoughts came to waste, for I immediately found out who it was by the time I exited the room.


I seated myself on a chair infront of the bookstore, silently brooding over my finished work. The news of an Angelican's death still sounded so alien to me. It was then that I remembered that someone mentioned Raymund's younger sister (Raymund Santua was my 1st year classmate who transferred by second year and came back by third year). It wasn't long till I managed to put two-and-two together. I had no idea what kind of ordeal she went through. You can't really imagine it, can you? I mean, lying on your deathbed by the mere age of twelve... you'll find it hard to accept that kind of situation unless your actually IN it. :|


R.I.P Lizette Santua.

OPM

It's time to get intouch with my inner nationalism via OPM~.
I've had this particular song stuck in my head for the past week now. Actually, make that two songs. <3

Song #1

Song #2


Song #1: A.i.d.s by Kamikazee
Song #2: Karisma by Imbue No Kudos (INK)

Distant Relatives

" They said me and my mom looked more like sisters,
and I told them she couldn't age due to the fact she's a vampire. "



Today, I went the house of my father's mother's family somehwere in Lapaz.
I had alotta 2nd cousins I never knew, most of which were already US citizens, going to be, or are part-American by blood. (O__o) Thier mothers were Pinays who were born there.And divorce diidn't look like much of an issue for them. *sigh* If only my parents could come to such terms. There'd be less problems on everyone's part. Oh well. Not my business now, is it? I'm pretty sure it'll come down to that sooner or later. (=__=)


Now, I shall launch into a long-winded, moderately-accurate description of the house. I'm too lazy to make an entire map at the moment~. The house had a rather low ceiling, covered in a profusely stubborn shade of white and was railed with brown wood on every possible angle. The house wasn't very big, but you could tell it was pretty cozy in there. Not to mention they had a nice green, neat, wide garden. The livingroom and the dining room were in a single huge room. An 8-foot mirror attached to an entire wall to the left reflected the whole portion of the livingroom. To the right, stationed infront of the entrance, there were a pair of small sofas facing an old-fashion TV ontop of an elaborated shelf that was as tall as the mirror. Past the mirror was the kitchen /slash/ diningroom. Also reflecting on the mirror are the stairs to the 2nd floor (I dunno what's up there, though). In the kitchen, there was a large wooden dinong around the same size and height as our own. Marble counters lined the kitchen. Turning to the left is a narrow hall apparently leading to some bedrooms... I think they belonged to my cousins.... I don't know; I'm simply assuming they were cause' I spotted them coming in and out of them. XD


The food was awesome. They ordered a family-sized pepporoni pizza. And cheese sticks! So many cheese sticks! Why couldn't I ask if I could bring some home? Drey was the center of attention. He was running and screaming and smiling at every face he passed. Cute. Speaking of cuteness, they apparently owned a bunch of half-trained dogs. They weren't what I considered 'cute'... except there was this tiny puppy that kept sneaking through the door and prowling the house for scraps.


My cousins were funny. Not to mention just a tad bit prone to overreaction. They'd mutter "Oh My Gosh" at every little thing. For some reason, it reminds me of Sanie (Awww!). They were mostly kids around the age of 6 to 12. The oldest, this girl who seemed a year ahead of me seemed pretty nice. Unfortunetly, I couldn't catch ANY of thier names. (-.-); I, on the other hand, simply idled to a corner, listening to the adults talk and stared at the puppy being fed pieces of chicken. I nibbled on a fresh cheese stick every 2 minutes for good measure. Once in a while, someone would ask me a question or two about my mom or my dad or my brother and I'd answer in the politest way I know how: Which is simple and straight to the point.


The whole get-together ended by 3:30pm and we called a taxi to bring us back to Jaro. It was raining, and we nearly sunk into a flooded ditch. (x_x);

Invisible Barrier

" I'm leaving on a jet plane. "

I haven't been blogging as much as I usually would.
*points at self*
Lazy.

I'm experiencing what is commonly known as 'writers block'. I'm forcing myself to post !@#$ cause I have absolutely NOTHING to do. In current reality, I'm just bored.
Blah blah blah blah...

I'm tired of hearing myself type. There aren't enough active blogs round' here to satisfy my standard reading hype and my friends don't even update very often. *headdesk*

Eh. Oh well. I'll have more than enough to do in due time.
Oh, and our approved passports arrived yesterday. But something was wrong with my lil' brother's and, because of this, I might have to make a trip to US by myself. Did I mention Japan is the plane's stop-over?

Monthly Songs

Each month, I do a "Song of The Month" event on this blog of mine. It's not a major thing, really. I simply post song lyrics each month based on personal preference (that's right, I'm pretty biased about it >:D). Basically, it's just a random blurb about the song I've mostly listened to. I can't repeat the songs once I've posted it, so I tend to waver in my decision on what song I'd like to use.




On a more serious note, I'm running out of songs to post about --- which makes me kinda wonder how long I can keep this up. I can't just use those classical pieces I'd listen to every once in a while (Yes, I listen to what some people call "Old People's Music". Sue me. o_O). I mean, there wouldn't be any lyrics TO post. Which would just ruin the whole concept. (-.-);

If random readers out there (my friends would be just as good) would like to suggest something via tagboard, then that would be much appreciated on my part. :3

Disdain

It Ends Tonight
By All-American Rejects

Your subtleties enstrangle me,
I can’t explain myself at all.
And all the wants
And all the needs
All I don’t want to need at all.

The walls start breathing,
My minds unweaving.
Maybe it’s best
you leave me alone.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.

When darkness turns to light,
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.

A falling star
Atleast I fall alone.
I can’t explain
what you can’t explain.
You're finding things
that you didn’t know.

I look at you
with such disdain.

The walls start breathing,
My minds unweaving.
Maybe it’s best
you leave me alone.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.

[Chorus]
When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight
won't make this right
It’s too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight...

Now I’m on my own side.
It’s better than
being on your side
It’s my fault
when you're blind
It's better that
I see it through your eyes.

All these thoughts locked inside
Now you’re the first to know...

When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.

Just a little insight
won't make this right
It’s too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends when darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.

Just a little insight
won't make this right.
It’s too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.

Tonight...
When darkness turns to light,
It ends tonight.



This is dedicated to Abbie and her current source of depression.

Down To Business

" This little rhythm of time. "



Okay, so let's get straight to the point. I've been VERY busy.
I'm inclined to repeat that the main reason why we went to Manila is because we needed to get our medical papers done (as I have mentioned in a previous post) which are needed for our passports and whatnot. That included immunization shots. Since this is a personal blog, I'm sure a little ranting is in order. :D


Has anyone recieved a 'shot' before? Yeah, I figure you've gotten atleast one of those in your lifetime. Basically, they're for disease prevention such as chicken pox, measles and cervical cancer. They hurt for a few days, which isn't so bad.
But guess what? I had SIX shots at the same time. Two on both arms and one on each leg. After that, I couldn't remove my blouse without muttering "Ow" every 5 seconds. And DO NOT get me started on that blood-testing episode... I mean, who the fucking hell twists a needle inside your flesh in a blunt attempt to pull it out? I squeeled like a tortured mouse. (-__-) A huge bruise formed on my left joint the next day. But I'm sure I'll be grateful for the immunizations once the pain stops. (^__^) Besides that, there was also an X-ray taking part and a physical examination (which you had to remove your clothes and let a doctor examine you). After that, we went to the U.S. Embassy for an interview.


To be honest, this happened last week (the interview was only recent, though). But I couldn't find the right words to type since I always came back to my lola's house in, more or less, an exhausted state. But strangely, my thoughts never stray far from my midnight phonecaller. It was fun, but I'm going back to Iloilo tomorrow. It'd be nice to see my friends before I leave.


Oh, and R.I.P Micheal Jackson! You and your surgically-dehanced face music shall be greatly missed...