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Tumblr... right? [Aug 20, 2011]

I’ve always been asked to create a tumblr account and all that, but I don’t really “see” or “feel” the need to make one. I’m probably just trying this out today… then I’ll get addicted to it for a maximum of two days and then I’ll forget all about it x.x

It’s the usual “routine” for my “hobbies”. Anyway, this will serve as the venue for my so-called “picked up hobbies” or for stalking more people on tumblr xD forgive me for that xDDD

MIA... supposedly. [Aug 20, 2011]

Ahh, I was gone from one of my scanlating groups for a while… like totally… a while. It’s partly because the weeks were hectic, and partly because I don’t like seeing too many untranslated parts xD

Although it’s really fine since I up and did it and then it’s done now //waiting for their translations once more.

Then I remembered that one manga was given to me… specifically. Now, browsing over the raws… it looks tiring. I get tired writing in jap keyboard and then in english keyboard just for the sfx because I can never be sure what I translated was right. There’s usually a good word for every sfx, but if you notice how they use them.. it’s amazing for such a difference in “ta” and “da” to indicate stronger emphasis. I don’t know.. it just seems amazing for such a culture to demonstrate naturally occurring sounds in strange ways. Like how different cultures say cock-a-doodle-doo or something.

So then I doubt I can submit this in two days, starting from today… since I have a bunch of schoolwork to finish, but I’ll try my best anyway. I’m sure with time management, everything can be done. Although, the cleaning of Futari should take more time than I remember, I reckon I should just up and do it until it’s done halfway, then bid time by asking them to release it as half a chapter. Hopefully, I can be done fast. :|

Points to ponder, questions never to be asked [Sept 3, 2011]

Marriage? When do we start to consider it anyway? After seeing part of the show “Shanghai Bride” one would start to wonder how people find the true ones for them. For 200 yuan that guy even braved a matchmaker and failed miserably… 2 years into his life and though many things failed he’s still ‘struggling’

When do we start to reach that point in time when everything fails us despite all the preparations we have done in our younger years? Nobody knows what the future brings and all we hope for are individualistic goals that will allow us the least bit of convenience once we become fully responsible for our lives. If that is so then there’s no certainty that if we study well now we’ll become well-off and I know in myself I won’t live as long as would be ideal anymore. Much of the studying actually got converted to the possibility of dying from natural illnesses…so I ask, since I never aimed for worldly fame no matter how ambitious I came off as, what is the whole point?

Awkward. [Sept 16, 2011]

It’s a pretty good english series if i might say, of course given that it’s made by mtv the soundtrack is great but the plot is a bit more realistic. Which then begs the question for me tonight, what are movies for when some trend towards a more ‘realistic’ view of life?

I’d just say get a life and don’t watch if you’re craving for realism…oh but wait I kinda forgot I didn’t have a life. I mean between getting sick from school, school itself and stuff that won’t seem to matter in the future, there’s no point in me telling anyone to get a life.

NTR [Sept 16, 2011]

And oh yes it’s the first time I ever heard of it. I dunno, some people may find it weird for me to dive into that genre with their assumptions of how conservative I am. Psshh who cares about outward appearances when they don’t even give a shit to think twice what I think.

But that’s not the point. This topic is slightly linked to the previous query of realism in stories. I mean people love making stories with no relation to reality at all, hence the term fiction, but still some authors have to consider the people who will read those works… Or maybe not since who would give a damn about some unknown author’s name, right? I found it weird how I am passive to the fact that some of what I read is truly unrealistic and I am able to bear with it…sometimes with a little ickiness but usually without batting an eyelash.

This newly found term is actually an interesting genre to explore when I’m usually…I was tempted to say bored but no…it’s more like when I’m usually in the mood for such things, which could be the result of an attempt to breakaway from certain external and real life factors. But otherwise I have accepted it as a naturally-occurring curiosity that seems rewarding only after a few months.

I’m sure I’ve bathed this post with vague descriptions but your mind will probably come up with a lot of reasons for why I posted this and truly it’ll only make sense when you see it from my perspective, else it’ll seem dubious and somehow you’ll reject all possible options and claim this as one of those posts where I will not make any sense at all.

Mysterious Island [Sept 18, 2011]

I forgot to note down that I watched this with my family a few days ago (or so I think because my body clock is currently extremely messed up. So much that it messed up my thursday class before… but oh well x.x)

Mysterious island is a Chinese horror film that actually didn’t scare me at all. I wonder what scares me (still saving up to watch Insidious in a good environment hahaha). But seriously, it just freaked me out a little since naturally horror is linked well with gore and some other things x.x (but I hate zombie movies out of all… dunno why)

Also, I had to add I watched Suckerpunch that day but it was plotless as hell. Not like I’m complaining to see a doll-faced… well baby doll? xD Anyway that film reeked of total game-style plot where you just had to have a few shallow “reasons” to get into fight mode. I’m not much of a gamer but yeah, it looks that way for me, else I’d categorize things as “games with beautiful plots” which are things I always go for (if ever I do go for games).

It's a bet. [Sept 19, 2011]

I feel like I always bet with myself regarding school work. Don’t you ever feel the need to actually stop thinking about all the things you need to do and do them? I don’t. I usually just think about them and I end up either doing them in crammed style or not doing them at all. What the hell is wrong with me? Anyway. exam in less than 4 hrs. Good luck to the person who didn’t even start studying until 1 hour ago.

So then it’ll go like this, I have a report due later, a paper probably due later and this exam and nothing is done. I’m betting I can come up with some miracle somehow and things won’t turn out the best way but they’ll turn out however way it will end up given the obvious tardiness of this stupid person. x.x

Although there is one thing I’m going to be pleading to God now… please allow me just one day without sleep. I’ll cut back on these things later but just one whole day to finish these things.

The things I miss and the things I do [Sept 21, 2011]

I miss fandubbing OTL and partly I can try today~! omg! But it won’t sound great as usual x.x part of my voice was gone when we went on strike a while ago.

Really… I’m not the type to go out of my way, marching and voicing out a strike to resist a budget cut for this school I’m attending (since it’s a state university and we get funding from the government) but you’ll have to understand that I’m actually fully dependent on the tax of the people and it is a responsibility in every right for me to number one, do my best and study my best to graduate and number two, give back to the people. If by going out and making people realize that there is hope in the strikes made, then it won’t all go to waste like I’ve always believed. I still think people shouldn’t skip their classes to promote this… No… Nobody has any idea what engineering imparts on its students in 1 hour and 30 mins of class… But there is a limit to being apathetic (which I always considered myself to be).

Like I told myself a lot of times before…many of the actions I do are affected by peer pressure and this is one of the reasons why I prefer to stay ‘focused’ and apathetic, which is also one of the reasons why I barely have any friends to speak of. It’s not like I don’t care but I don’t bother to move much for that purpose ^^

Anyway, there are still some things I need to finish so I wonder if I can still dub today OTL

[October 5, 2011]

“I thought that I could play on his level if I was just serious about it. But… I’m scared. Like, what should I do if I seriously gave it my all and I failed? I’m scared of realizing that I really do suck. I’m scared of doing my best. I really am not being serious about it at all. I just ran away.”

—	Aozora Yell

Rant. :3 [Oct 8, 2011]

Ahh there’s no link just yet. I’m almost finished with Karneval ch32 afterall. I’ll rant with this lighter one first… OMG this has been the toughest one to proofread so far! I mean, I usually have problems with the job just being strenuous, but this time around I checked every translation to see if they were correct OTL and the last bubble is true. There’s just THAT much of a cliffhanger in this series. I should just post up a mangafox discussion thread just for THAT. omg. I love gareki >.> what the hell will happen later? ;A; Anyway I have one more page to check for translation and one more message to get before I can post this up and someone can typeset it, but nevermind that.

I’m ranting for the fact that I can’t actually go beyond one day of no sleep. Why? My eyes hurt. I went to marathon that one whole 16-page paper and then prepared for an exam for 2 hours. Then took the exam for 3 hours (I was one of the longest ones sitting there). Then I FELL ASLEEP. And damn I soooo regretted that. Then went to class at 4… which turned out to be a no-show x.x so I studied for 1 hour for a FINAL exam. I FAILED that exam terribly. I couldn’t remember anything. No… nothing… and everything was dependent on those equations. I hated it. Thoroughly. Then I went home… watched a movie for an hour and GOD I FELL asleep again!!!!! But I had to pass a paper at 11:59. So I woke up at guess what time… riiiight 11:45. God loves to wake me up “just” in time to feel the regret. I finished it, but passed it at 12:03. I don’t care anymore. I feeeeeel so dead that I needed this day to rest. But I’m about to die again… and again… so I’ll make sure I don’t have much to think about later on >.> I hate this life and you know what? I don’t fail that bad for a trend like this. Can you imagine studying for 2 hours only? >.> hell I didn’t care at that time. There was NO TIME.

It has been a long time... [Oct 13, 2011]

since I’ve ever felt at peace in my own room again. I dunno, I think I’ve been freeloading off of my sister’s room for the past 6 months or so? Or was it longer than that? I can’t really remember. One thing’s for sure though, when I’m there…I can’t study at all. People really don’t understand how much Idon’t study and how much I really just want to pass. Since a long time ago, I’ve always hated the attention given to people who get high scores. I glided by high school or more like I crawled my way through high school thinking grades are… no… not really… I was just like… let me just do my best this time around xD And this time my school motto is: just pass dammit.

I miss these times that I stay in my room and type…type.. and find some internet xD “some” okay, some. So far, some is getting better. I used to put my laptop behind the door and stay there just to get some signal, but now I’m lying down my bed and just typing away~ It’s one of my diseases… I type too much. And if you’ve ever noticed, I use the same words. xD

Anyway, let me try to make this post a little bit longer, just stop reading now…before I start talking about that last bit I just proofread. I usually type things after reading great stories about stuff but the problem is I only ever read cheesy, cliche, illogical and unrealistic shoujo mangas. I’ve come across a few that I find ‘intersting’ at the time that I read them, otherwise they’re stored in my ‘shoujo manga registry of titles’ The great thing about my brain is familiarity. The bad thing about it is forgetfulness. Or the ability to feign temporary memory lapse when the actual truth is it has been badgering me throughout the entirety of the week before something is due. Another great thing is visual recollection. I usually remember stuff by how they appear, therefore when I fail to write them down, they are not remembered. How is this visual and not mechanical? Well I’m sure we all know that we can overlook a lot of things and only focus on some things. Visual memorization can only occur with total concentration, and when you’re writing, the concentration comes into the formation of the words, the appearance of the writing and then it comes into mind when you’re taking an exam. The downside is that sometimes you’ll be left saying: OMG I know this one, it’s on the second to the last page of my reviewer. >.> tough luck trying to recall that one. But familiarity is what propels my mind and not memorization. xD So wait… I sidetracked a lot and I lost all hope in typing out some things…

So I’ll put them in another paragraph. Let me see, I recently devoured some seinen and josei titles and I have been leaning towards switching genres for a while now, but I still can’t drop the cheesy lines. LOL. They don’t make me fangirl anymore though… I used to get too into the stories but now… there’re too many titles to choose from and I don’t even pick up the ones that go over a few chapters. Shounen is still a sticky genre for me, for reasons unbeknownst to myself, so I leave it alone. But seinen… I blur the lines between seinen and josei sometimes so I’m not too sure if I am actually in favor of seinen. Josei is definitely for the growing tweenty. rawr. But really, the topics are deep, relate-able, not so illogical, has a bit of a lesson in life kind of purpose and they’re interesting to read. Harlequin stories—sometimes shoujo sometimes josei—are actually interesting because of their adaptation into the manga scene, which is queer in my viewpoint. Hmm… I’m getting tired though… can you believe I’m tired of writing this all down? I dunno… sometimes I get the drive to type away and sometimes I just haven’t slept yet so that must be the reason why I’m sleepy at this time of the day LOL. It is time to sleep though, I must point that out, but what’s unique about this situation is that it’s technically early for my usual sleeping habit. Anyway, if I had the chance I’d either finish up Karneval 33 or just do Trinity Blood. Redrawing is not fun but it’s a good change of pace. xD

The Experience of a Bookworm [Nov 9, 2011]

It’s quite calming to actually just spend the day reading through everything. When you barely pick up your phone to tweet or check fb or check forums it becomes a less complicated world and you get to dive into different settings and situations that you find yourself empathizing greatly. I think I feel too connected to such things and it’s a hard task sometimes, which is why I call it a curse to actually start picking up a book and reading because once you do… And you end up tightly bound to the story, you’ll find yourself craving to get to another story just to forget that one. Only… The problem is I don’t think I forget. Of course I’m not big on memorization and the events jumble up and weave into one another as time passes, but each sensation that I am left with after every book is different. I haven’t read much but I’d like to think they’re worth noting down here or wherever.

The first chic lit that actually brought this all on was a queer blue moon-designed book with the title “The Girl Who Chased the Moon”. The thing about this is… It was cheeky and rather predictable. But it sent squealing sensations that I rarely get anymore from reading romance manga. The thought of interconnecting magic and real life was not that great but it was still a fun and breezy read. Something I was sure I’d forget after a night’s rest. But what intrigued me was why was this piece of work that had 3 grammatical errors a piece that sat on the fully booked’s best selling novels? So then I checked out her other books. I think I’ve searched her name far more times than I’ve checked my fb these past few days, but no matter. I soon read the ebook of “Garden Spells” and I understood why she started out greatly. It’s still a nice read, one you’ll finish and forget but the sense of the magic and the reality that she created to make that magic exist was definitely different. I’m sure that first novel was greater than the first one I read and I was glad I squinted my way through my iPhone for that. The thing that kept me hanging there was still the same thing that always keeps me hanging, which is why I continue to dive into the world of romance… It was the way that true love was depicted.

The next actual book took a longer time… I suppose it was understandable… Since it was “The Red Queen” If you knew me enough you’d find I’m not a stickler for history… Dates, events and even the people seem to fade away from my interests—which I’m still unsure of as of now. But the way the story was foretold that involved the bits of facts of the Wars of the Roses created in me an undeniable passion that lasted only until I let it. It was the reason I was late on one of the enrollment days but it did not matter. I was able to move on from that book only after reading the wiki about the war itself, the princes in the tower, henry VII or henry tudor, jasper tudor and of course lady margaret beaufort. Can you believe I didn’t need to look that up in my previously visited pages? Anyway, I’m not very familiar now with the succession of the titles… Was it Henry VI, Edward III, Richard III, Henry VII? But where did the son of Henry and Margaret Anjou sit in this line of succession? And I am not sure what Edward of York’s title was actually… Only that the novel was able to conjure up a probability that existed due to the lack of information involving the women who proved to be a key factor in the turn of events for this war. You see Margaret Beaufort was the cousin of Henry VI giving her a claim to the throne, which was supposed to be void since the legitimacy of the Beaufort line was done with the condition that they cannot claim the throne. She was forced to marry De La Pole when she was 7 but was bethrothed instead to Edmond Tudor when she was 9, she wed him when she was 12 and carried Henry Tudor through painful labors and was widowed at 13, remarried to Henry Stafford and was widowed after the war near the bridge… i forgot the actual place, the details are lost to me. Then she chose to remarry Stanley… i forgot the last name, forgive me. But it was the greatest marriage that brought about political changes in the rebellions they waged to allow Henry Tudor to sit into the throne by defeating Richard Of York’s forces. I believe I babbled on… Anyway, the secret affair that did not actually appear in history involving Margaret and Jasper was actually endearing, as well as the inclusion of Joan of Arc’s remarkable feats. The way the story was told made a new reality that was blurred between the lines of the dates and the names in our history lessons. I have reason to believe the author was greatly versed in that specific victorian history and the way of the royalties in those times. It was a great sensation that intrigues a history-hating freak like me. I pity that I did not read “The White Queen” beforehand, but Elizabeth Woodville’s account of it might have struck me as a bit of odd… What with the woodville’s rumored river powers or their lineage from a water goddess. I might reconsider going through the other books of the same “series” if it can be grouped as such, but not until I hold a physical copy of them.

The next one I read was the signed copy of “The Best of Me” and it did not capture me as much as the others just pulled into me like magnet. It gracefully entered my system like it was the most natural thing to do and at times I found myself at a loss of what to say…that is until I hit the rock bottom of the climax that made me cry while reading. This was normal if anyone would notice, but the abnormality of crying not from what I was reading but from what thought I had etched into my mind that was the ending of the story is downright interesting. So instead of feeling at a loss at the actual last page, I was crying for 4 whole chapters, which were actually action-packed and happy… Now that is a queer way of making someone feel a sort of emotion. Anyway what I am at a loss now is that what I have always feared may have been true all along. That the great reality of love that I realized when I was 13 was that there is that great possibility of a love with uneven reciprocity. That the fact that one is loved more than that person loves is actually true. And as such, I have always feared the hurting of someone who loves me since it is not easy to love someone such as me. I have always known it in my subconscious self that what I am finding in relationships is not the best love that I will ever get… It’s the best that I’ll ever give and until I find that, I am unsure of where I stand. So I just had to pick up another book…I desperately needed a new story because let’s face it… The last book I read incited a different happy ending, it was a reality check ending. Things don’t end in happily ever after, which is very unfortunate, but you just need to make up for that.

Now this book is “666 Park Avenue” which is a different style altogether. Magic here is more defined and there are hints of mysterious elements that will prove to be relevant as I get to the end, since I’m only at the beginning. And now I wonder if I’ll always take refuge in a make-believe world such as in a book. My imagination for real life things has always been horrible, but the way things like these unfold into my consciousness makes me realize I’m still a child…who dreams almost way too much.

3/4 [Nov 11, 2011]

At a loss for words, I can’t believe I still have a bit of time to read half a decent-length book when I read this third novel by sarah addison allen. All her novels/pocketbooks are almost the same-size/paged and I finished this by starting one chapter last night, barely starting one this morning and fully reading everything in 3 or so hours. Yes I read slowly, kill me for it but allow me just this bit of pride in how much I cannot believe how I finished it. The sad thing is… I absolutely hated reading it since it’s on my iPhone which sucks the life out of my eyes. I can barely see after reading from this device for so long so I was happy to have finished faster than was necessary.

The thing I realized is that books with shallow and cheesy romance is just the right thing that sends signals from my hands. The tingly feeling lasts for as long as I can control it but it usually just signals down like a bolt of electricity running through my nervous system. The most it can reach as far as I can remember is by going through my hands until my legs and the tips of my toes. This is what I’d deemed as another version of squealing. But anyway, I guess I’ll just finish with reading the last novel by the same author. The title I just finished was Sugar Queen and the last that I think will be the least appealing of all is The Peach Keeper.

It's slowly fading [Nov 13, 2011]

I can feel that the end of my reading frenzy hobby is nearing and that school life will eventually fill whatever void I have left from stopping both fandubbing and scanlating. I have been observing signs that indicate that I do not fit with cosplay anymore so I’ll probably try to find another hobby by the next year.

Pushing that aside, I finished two books yesterday (plus a bit of the wee hours of today). The first was “This Lullaby” which inevitably makes one realize that there is no formula or pattern or valid reasons for love. It comes and goes and the more cowardly thing to do regarding it is to hide away from the opportunities to love. I recall blogging about that before but as I reflect on it now, I am most definitely a full-fledged coward and I don’t really care to change as of the moment. It drives us away from our routines that sometimes defines us and thus as we find ourselves out of our element…it becomes difficult to adapt. It’ll definitely take time, time that sometimes isn’t too late according to the lessons of sarah allen. And this topic regarding routines, old habits and love is generally what the next book “The Peach Keeper” is about. And I do think this is the worst book of sarah allen plot-wise, where the focus is not clearly defined and some messages are out there. But her trademark magic is still beautiful and her normal pattern of character development is exquisite. Add that to the normal emotion that people acquire and you’ve got yourself a nice short read :) I might hunt down another book later but I still have to sleep early… Or as early as I still can :)

Fallen [Dec 15, 2011]

As the title of the book I just started as the day faded into the night and as the clock struck a little over 2 in the morning, I find myself now brooding over the concept of fallen angels.

I did once write a story I was never able to finish about how childishly an angel can fall from heaven and be banished into a world of mortals… But I never got so intrigued by the watchers so much as to read a few wikis about it.

The fact of the matter is that it’s a topic I’m not at all familiar with even though I have had an immensely and queerly great attraction to the idea of angels. I have always adored the concept that they stand for and yet I have never even tried to read about their very existence. It’s more like a disease of mine to be enchanted but to never yearn for more than what is made available to me by fate. And as fate chose so… I stumbled upon this series of short novels tightly wound up on each other and on the facts concerning the watchers or the fallen angels or even the grigori’s. Lauren Kate’s name as the author doesn’t even stick into my small brain but the excitement of the story as the truth unravels into more unknown things truly draws me in. Enough to even force me to seek refuge in useless tv shows early morning only to find myself typing the keywords about fallen angels onto my cellphone’s browser and clicking wiki. It’s amazing how a book can utterly defeat every sense of my existence and wrap me up in a different set of realities than I am currently facing. Often I’d wish I could actually live in such fantasies and sometimes I would wake up daydreaming still…and reliving the moments in my mind as the former dream becomes less than a memory but a fleeting blur of unfortunately poor recollections…and then I’d desperately just make up my own stories biding my time and ending up with wasted hours on the clock and an unfinished story in my brain.

Watching Letters to Juliet [Aug 8, 2012]

Isn’t it weird to be on a trip with your bf and just go around doing business related things? X.x I like going on trips to simply enjoy the beauty of it >..> I mean I should be the only stuck-up one, my kill-joy habit is enough of a drag >.>