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"Hey I'm a sacred vessel! All you have in your belly is Taco Bell!"

  • have been obsessed with converting all the stuff I copy and paste on notepads (fan fics, sonnets by Neruda) into PDF's.
  • UNO days.
Oncci had bought UNO cards on my birthday. I suspect it's actually his gift to me though he didn't say it. Hee.

My sister and I have stopped our tournament just yesterday, because it's their exams tomorrow. We don't take points, we just tally how often each of us wins. So far, Jouie's in the lead. For an eight-year old, she's a force to be reckoned with in UNO. And I'm not the kind who throws away games to kids at all. In fact, Jouie always feels the need to appease me with a hug when she wins a round.

~she's never gleeful as when she slams down that evil +4 action card.
  • Religion (ETA: Which meandered onto books in general, genre in particular): The draft I'm entering into NaNo is a big braid with religion as one of the golden plaits. I've collected information on this element (Creating a Religion, Religion Writing, etc.), and reread and reread Ursula Le Guin's The Tombs of Atuan. That's the... 'feel' I want to employ.

I'm also thankful to Dogland by Will Shetterley. I love this novel. It's one of those books I call 'jampacked'. It's not an epic, but I can't begin to account all the emotions and thoughts I was made to feel and think while immersed in it. It's like I've lived a life while reading. There are few books about which I can say the same. (Even HP, which I adore, only feels like a breeze in comparison somehow). The titles that come immediately to mind are To Kill a Mockingbird, Frances Hodgson Burnett's three novels, and David Baldacci's non-suspense Wish You Well.

So, books whose protagonists are kids, whose stories are fleshed out from the perspective of kids, and whose kids learn--and in consequence, teach-- about life.

This is quite an awakening. I always thought I liked fantasy best. I do love it, but I look at my shelves and see more Newbery/Pulitzer winners and Classics than fantasy.

Of course, this might be because fantasy is expensive. LOL. I'll definitely stock when I have a regular income.

Back to religion, let me quote from Dogland. I've been born to my faith, and I've always had it. But I'm pretty sure I decided and was not simply hardwired to keep it during those dark days when I was thirteen, and my decision continues to prove itself good. I don't really know my drive or my questions, if any. I've been too busy being happy and carefree and thankful to really ponder on this subject, but when I read these passages, things just clicked, also in a manner I won't be able to articulate as I wish, in case someone asks. The two good sides (not the extremist, intolerant ones, you know) of the coin, both simply and profoundly laid:

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  •  I got Dogland free from Tor. And War for the Oaks by Emma Bull, too. It was delicious reading these two opposite books in tandem.
  • I can only imagine how nice it must be to have a spouse who's also a writer.
  • Thanks to Tor's fiction (the short story, Shade), I am now itching to have Jumper and Reflex by Steven Gould. We've had the DVD for ages and I've ignored it. Just found out of its better, tree by-product counterpart.

  • Dad and I have been text messaging like loons lately. I love him. He recommended chunkyroll dot com to me because it has all sorts of anime and Sailormoon, and all of them have subtitles! He still remembers how obsessed I used to be about Sailormoon, even if that was when I was eleven. Hehe. Aww. I've been obsessed over many things, but Sailormoon stands out because I nearly bankrupted my aunt's printing press because of it.

I gave away-- instead of sold-- the cardboard fans she made me bring to school.

~a relic from ten years ago. Nostalgia!

Well, I was eleven. Haha.

And is there even chunkyroll? I'm just about to check. Oncci says it's 'CRUNCHyroll'. *grins* My dadoink.
  • And this ends my rambling update. I have dollops of happiness for October and early November because of sembreak. Will see my MaCofWiz brujos and brujas, not to mention the new ones in Potter Syndicate.

  • If my entry to the Philippine Graphic/Fiction Awards is, why haven't I talked about it? It still isn't, that's why.

  • To read or to write, that is the question. I still have loads to read from Fantasy.

  • And here's Rory, whose ears decided they weren't floppy at all.


~~ the quote in my post title is from Juno. Lovely script by Diablo Cody.  

Sweet sorrow...

Hugged Dad goodbye twice.

His plane would be in the air now.

By tomorrow morning (here) he'd be in Bahrain.

Imagine his reaction if I texted him what happened to my charger while he was still boarding. Hehe.


Without saying a word...

... you light up the dark
Try as I may, I could never explain what I hear when you don't say a thing...


Ahhh, happy.


We were supposed to go to Manila Ocean Park last Saturday, but a family luau was arranged for Sunday, so we stayed home to conserve energy for the next day. As if we were able to do more than eat and talk and watch movies, what with the rain. Well, I had to do the dishes. And then I trimmed my cousins' eyebrows with this dangerous wand:

It's called 'personal trimmer'. Among all those other impulse buys at the cashier in Duty Free. You might have already seen it, girls. That dark line is the pair of toothy little blades that scissor when you turn the thing on. When I first used it, I mowed my eyelashes a bit. It still needs some tweaks in its design before the patent should be granted. Heh.

Anyway, Camille liked it. Jobelle begged off.


Disney's Meet the Robinsons is... awesome. Most of you guys and gals in my f-list will/must love it. Science fiction, time travel, and the kind of plot chock-full of significant little details reminiscent of HP and the Prisoner of Azkaban.

The funny thing is when Dad copied the DVD, some jinx or other removed the sound and disabled the subtitles. So while we watched this film, we were all on the same page. What's good about Disney animations is I can lip-read the characters. That's how precisely each picture is crafted.


Dad and I will have a date on Monday! Because it's Monday and Josh will be at school, Dad will be my escort cum bodyguard when Sherly and I get our copies of Breaking Dawn.

Oh, and of course August is the month-long sale of the two big bookstore chains here.

I can already see the look on Dad's face. *giggles*


Before I was able to compose this post, I had to wade through and delete 360-something LJ notifications in my hotmail and then delete all the messages in my inbox here. Phew. Never again will I track an entry in the Twilight fandom. (Stupid me. I just wanted to be updated if someone replies to my post. But no, my rational and indulgent side was ignored. They prefer whinging.)

And what's with these overly judgmental people? Even drafting disparaging letters to Mrs Meyer?

If the 'spoilers' are indeed spoilers, I like it.

And oh, they keep bashing DH's epilogue, too. What am I supposed to do with my six unfinished novels? Finish them and then hope my endings aren't deemed 'too cute'/'f*ckingly convenient'/'stupid'?


Thanks to this_weirdness of start_writing for plugging this wonderful LJ: jimbutcher . I learned a lot. I unconsciously knew some of the stuff already through assimilation from stories, novels and fan fiction I read, but it helps when someone breaks them down (and into droll metaphors) and tells them again. As tried-and-tested guides.


I reread my manuscripts last night. And there was this voice grating, 'leave your online distractions, fan fiction and forums, for goodness' sake, you stupid girl.'

I told that voice to shut up. Abstractedly.


Happy 28th birthday, Harry!~


And you must already know I love Illumination at the spewswap, Kelly! *hugs*