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Bloopers I discovered...

... in my submitted and published (how mortifying) fan fics:

- flying attendant
- electric hand beater

/lol

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Lola's funeral was a banig of odd and wonderful habi-- I'll refer myself to my email to Chiara, 10 June 2009. As for you friendses who do read my posts, I can sum it up like this:

~I loved having the wind numb my cheeks.

~I was disgusted with inconsiderate fellow bus passengers

~I loved how sweet my drunk uncle was to us nieces and nephews

~I disliked forwardness and misguided thoughtfulness-- there was this woman there, a distant cousin, who made my nine-year-old sister feel inadequate and uncomfortable. She came up to us and chatted and flaunted sign language. Why is it it's the people I dislike whom I can lipread so easily? Or do I dislike them after lipreading them? Anyway, she might have meant well, but Jouie is so good with spelling things to me using the alphabet signs, which is why the woman sorta challenged her. The woman is a teacher. She said she's forgotten the alphabet. She asked Jouie, 'what is your name?' And Jouie signed 'Joanlouise'. The woman said, 'No, no' and signed the phrase. This embarrassed Jouie so much, I feared she might not sign a single letter to me the rest of our stay there.

~Got reacquainted with a girl called aptly called Gaddy (Her real name's Heidi but they call her 'Gaddy' so that she and her sister are a perfect rhyme. Gaddy and Kathy. :D). I love Gaddy.

~Loved the sea. Well, the view of the sea. And mountains. And treeful cliffs. The Mayon was hiding behind her veil of clouds, though.


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The reason why I haven't finished my email to you yet, Chiara:



And it's your fault. Just finished it an hour ago. I am heartbroken.

Don't let the title or the cover misquide you, lj friends who haven't read this yet. This isn't a love story. Love is there, but it's purpose here is not to entertain. Oh no. And if you get the book, don't read the synopsis at the back, nor the praises for the book in the flaps. Just read. And let it unfold by itself, let it jolt you. I've been spoiled somewhat by Chiara, in that she already told me the spine of the story, what it's about, but I've still been jolted. Who knows how much more I'd have been shaken if I'd begun reading thinking it's the usual teenybopper dramedy-romance. Alright, the font of the title might have clued me in, too, about the futuristic elements and setting, but this is like and unlike the Giver by Lois Lowry and the Uglies series by Scott Westerfeld. I can't pinpoint where the difference is except that I wasn't on the verge of tears after I finished Giver and Uglies...

That's it, Never Let Me Go is just too like and too unlike the many genres it bumps hips with. I love the absence of the panorama you usually get from fantasy and futuristic books. I love the absence of the typical angst and anxieties you usually get from the YA's, the conflicts you usually get from the Romances. But the panorama and the angst and the anxieties and the conflicts are all there. Not beneath the surface, like a building's foundation, but rather like the very flu virus hovering around these days. :D

I'm hankering to read more Ishiguro now.

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For comfort in between sober bites of this fillet mignon that is NLMG and Neil Gaiman's Sandman comics, I had Very Rocky Road in the guise of Susan Elizabeth Phillips' Natural Born Charmer. You know how most romance books begin in the workplace or cafe with dialogue with a workmate or a friend to establish and introduce things? I hate that. This one begins in the road and had me laughing only seconds into every reading session.

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I quit SPEW.
I quit The Restricted Section.
It doesn't feel right. But I feel relieved somewhat. Now I can focus on other things without being guilty of my lack of attention on these two.

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What focus? Did you notice how I've been reading? Don't ask how I've been writing.

/headdesk /headdesk /headdesk /headdesk /headdesk /headdesk /headdesk /headdesk /headdesk /headdesk /headdesk /headdesk /headdesk /headdesk /headdesk /headdesk /headdesk /headdesk...

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A belated but heartfelt happy birthday wish to Leanne. *air huggle*

Aaaaand happy birthday, our sweet, prettiful and lovable Sandrea!

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I wanna hear the pealing bells of distant churches sing...

... but most of all please free me from this aching metal ring.
And open out this cage towards the sun...

...fly away! Sky high picture, fly!


*choking myself laughing...*

Have had a lovely day yesterday. Met and loved Tonks of Potter Syndicate. My new precious bruja, Sheryline, who hates her real name and who's as warm, funny and darling as her namesake. We had a grand time, talking, playing UNO, talking, burning DVD's, talking, watching Jouie and her classmates practicing Thriller for the Halloween dance competition, talking, walking around our subdivision, talking...

We were backlit, so the pixels/noise or whatever it is--showed up in Sherly's camera phone.

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ETA: Jouie and her gang won Second Place!

I tried to pinch-hit for the dmhgficexchange, but by the time I replied (which is last night, two/three days after I received the prompts), all the prompts have been taken. Hee. Serves me right for dillydallying. Anyway, a part of me is relieved, too. I have so many fish to fry. I'm not even done with my beta-reading yet. And there's my entry to the Philippine Graphic, too, and there's...

No, I'll stop enumerating them right there.
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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.

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~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.

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~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.

/headdesk
  • 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.

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

Done with my assignments! Yay! Now I can read Chiara's recs see what I can do about my drafts for Phil Spec Fic 4 and Phil Graph/Fiction Awards. *grits teeth* I'm facing a veritable wall though.

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Thanks to Jouie's flyers, which I printed, pasted and pinked until three hours past sunrise two days ago, my bio-clock is now fixed again. I've been falling asleep with no fuss around 11 pm and then I wake up around 8.

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Recognize the font?

Twilight!

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Diaries:

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(what did Jouie do to my last diary?! Haha.)

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"September 13, 2005. Inserted."

"December 5, 2005, Monday. Oh Lord! THank you! This afternoon, while I was about to lay down for siesta, I received a text message saying, Hi Joanna, can u call us at... youth advocates essay contest...

My gosh!!!

I shook with excitement and woke Mom from slumber. She called the number in our landline and... TADAN!

I'm in the Top 13 finalists of the Youth Advocates essay contest! I was invited to G3 on Saturday for the awarding Ceremonies! Only then and there will the plum 3 be announced..."


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And here's my April Fool's joke last year, Chiara. *ducks from Sherly and Allen*.

See, my friends and I don't live close together. So the prank I dreamed up fit like a dream. LOL.

Now, I'm not really a prankster, nor do I like lying to/fooling people. Maybe the novelty of what I did is what doubled my fun.

I told them:
~ That I'm getting married in June.
~ That Mr B (my supposed fiance) and I just got a kick out of keeping everyone out of the secret, except our parents.
~ That I've always wanted to reveal the secret already and introduce him to them, but Mr B just always had another engagement when my friends and I have a get-together.
~ That the engagement is a spur-of-the-moment thing, brought about by Mr B leaving to work in California.
~ That the ring on my left finger (which I've been wearing for so long, and is actually a 16th bday gift from my Dad) is actually Mr B's pledge way back in 2004 (My friends and I go back to 2005).

LOL. My prank was well-propped.

Here are their reactions, which I've written down for posterity:

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I love journalling.
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Had a little too much fun with this, snagged from ozma914 !

Everybody! Everybody wants a piece of joanna!

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Every time a bell rings, an angel gets his Pauie.

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Paula? Where we're going we don't need Paula.

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Say hello to my little Joanna!

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Love means never having to say you're Joanna.

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I'm going to make him a Joanna he can't refuse.

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I do wish we could chat longer, but I'm having an old onchie for dinner.

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Oh, no, it wasn't the airplanes. It was Josh killed the beast.

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My mama always said life was like a box of Jouie.

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Quotes and Peggy

... short for Pegasus.

Pegasus is an immortal steed.

And an immortal steed is an everlasting nag. -Reader's Digest LITBM


I was a nag last night. Why wouldn't I be? It was 12 midnight, and I was reading myself to sleep but my brother and sister, who are supposed to wake up at 6 in the morning for class (!), were in and out of the room, first asking for staples, then asking me to cut a circle, a heart... asking me to write her name in the cover page, asking me to help cover his top hat with art paper...

"Why didn't your teacher teach you how to do this?"
"Why didn't you ask Mom to buy you a folder and slide?"
"Why do you lot always wait until the last friggin minute to do your stuff?"
"What if I don't help you finish this? Just to teach you a lesson?"
"I'll hide your Gameboy, see if I don't."
"Cut me more tape!"
"Don't you laugh, you have no right to laugh."
"You're irritating."
"Leche."
"Leche."
"Leche."
"Leche." (I dunno either how this perfectly wholesome Spanish word became a malediction in Filipino)

Jouie went to bed at 12:30 am. Josh went to bed at 2am. After we finished his top hat, he just had to have a last goodnight session with Pikachu and Torchic. Yeah, peace again and I spoiled them again. They're my brother and sister, anyway, not yet my children. *evil smirk*

The nag was conquered by sheepish smiles.

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It's rare that I don't delete quotes from my phone sms inbox. I don't dislike them but I don't love them. I prefer simple, funny things that came from my friends' cranium in answer to mine. But this is quite precious:

"A friend is someone you can call at four in the morning to say you've killed someone. But a true friend is the one who will knock at your door five minutes later with a spade." (translated from Filipino)

Aww.
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Dreaming of You

I don't remember when this song rode the airwaves. Perhaps the early nineties.

Anyway, I'm like this, suddenly remembering tunes out of the blue.

If only Born For You comes back to me soon as well. It continues to elude me, for some reason. I think it's because its the very song I loved right before I became deaf. I used to sing it every day in the bath and at school.

I woke yesterday morning with this song's first lines playing in my mind. I researched the rest of the lyrics. It's currently my dishwashing soundtrack, and yes, it also played awhile ago at church whenever I looked at 'Sacristan' (I'm antsy to type his name anywhere online still).

I love that this song has a happy ending! *squish* I'm so tickled to make a fanfic from it.

Late at night when all the world is sleeping
I stay up and think of you
And I wish on a star
That somewhere you are thinking of me too

Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight
Til tomorrow I'll be holding you tight
And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be
Than here in my room dreaming about you and me

Wonder if you ever see me and
I wonder if you know I'm there
If you looked in my eyes
Would you see what's inside would you even care

I just wanna hold you close but so far
All I have are dreams of you
So I wait for the day wait for the day
And the courage to say
How much I love you yes I do

I'll be dreaming of you tonight
Til tomorrow I'll be holding you tight
And there's nowhere in the world that I'd rather be
Than here in my room dreaming about you and me

Ahh ahh
I can't stop dreaming of you
I can't stop dreaming
I can't stop dreaming of you

Late at night when all the world is sleeping
I stay up and think of you
And I still can't believe
That you came up to me and said I love you
I love you too

Now I'm dreaming with you tonight
Til tomorrow and for all my life
And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be
Than here in my room
Dreaming with you endlessly


mood: kilig

And speaking of Valentine's (yes, we are speakin of it), Jouie and I got our mom heartsy chocolates.

Velentine's must also be the reason why Mom's giving Dad a hard time. *is a shameless phone sms inbox peeping Lucy* LOL.

randomness: I'm winning at Minesweeper! Finally gotten the hang of it. JKR is addicted to it.

Oh, and another oh, I dedicate this post to my two friends, Sandrea and Allen, who lives Dreaming of You right now. Awww. How jealous me and Sherly are. Don't worry, She, our time will come.