Hay guys, remember me?

I-I see you runni-- No! It's okay! I totally understand! Reading through my last few entries, I don't blame you. I'm not entirely sure what I was trying to achieve back then but it didn't happen and, pooh, I'm glad it didn't. I sounded like such a wreak.

But I'm back. From outer space. And I'm going to try this journal thing again, hopefully with less explosive angst and more... uh... explosive fangirling? idek. Does anyone even use these anymore or has plurk completely overtaken the hive mind?

I would update about my life but it's not very interesting. Am going to Japan this year (as opposed to... last year) because of the whole tsunami/earthquake thing. I stepped down from the program to give the school time to focus on recuperating. That was some crazy shit, Japan. Hoping they're all good by now. ;; I'm in my last year, so. Generally more chill. Yuz.

Playing at luceti now because I had an urge to play me some cranky Saiyans and they had a Bulma and I'm an avid Vegeta/Bulma fan annnnd... yes. My deep dark secrets are deep and dark, etc., etc. I'm liking Luceti so far. Everything's so chill and I don't feel particularly pressured to get Veggie into any plots. I'm toying with the idea of throwing in another character or so-- I'm trying to pick from among Gon (Hunter X Hunter), Guybrush Threepwood (Monkey Island games), and Arya Stark (A Song of Ice and Fire) and maybe even that green haired idiot I tend to play everywhere I go-- but I still have the rest of the month to decide, so. We'll see.

Happy Holidays, everyone! Wherever the greeting's relevant. I'm not very jolly myself but, like I said above, I've got the rest of the month, right? Heh.

I'm here, once again, because I need to rant. That's all I'm good for these days, anyway.

I'm so angry all the time now. So, so, so debilitatingly angry. At everything. Every little thing sets me off, gives me something extra to hate. Usually, I'm angry at just one person (every single time, just that one person) but now it's spreading like I've been "hating up" everything I set my sights on. Hate Vision, I call it.

I wish I could just let it go but I've been carrying these heavy grudges half my life and I'm not sure if I can even do anything about them anymore. I want to talk to someone but no one ever gets just how angry I get. And I get so tired trying to explain...

They all think it'll just go away eventually, and to their credit it always does, but it also always comes back three times worse. It sticks around three times as long, too.

Well, fuck this.

【THE TIME CAPSULE MEME】

HEY. HEY GUYS. HEY. DO IT. Then post your links so I can do it for you.





Yaaaaaay.

GUYS. Guys. Guys. I'm slowly going insane. It's official. I had my first crazy person screaming fit in the bathroom just now. And then I yelled at a cat while I was out jogging. And then my bike steered itself into a car YES I WAS ON A BIKE KEEP UP. GOD.

Save my journal entries now so that when I show up on the 8 o'clock news (sporting three handbags, a bikini, and a bald head no I'm not Brittney Spears) you'll be able to point and laugh and go, "Hey! I knew her. I think she did, like, art or whatever. When she wasn't poisoning pigeons in the park." then you'll have yourselves a nice if not slightly mediocre serial killer anecdote to tell during lame dinner parties. Dinner parties are lame.

You know what else is lame? PEANUTS.


I'm kidding. I love peanuts.

NO, WAIT, PEANUTS I'M SORRY! It was a joke, man! Please stay! It was harmless! A joke! A... I didn't meant. Come on, please. Can't you just--








OH MY GOD DID YOU JUST HIT ME?! O-OH OH MY. OH MY GOD YOU WILL REGRET THAT I SWEAR YOU'LL...

RAAAAAARRRHHHHHHH!!!! [gunshot]

... yeahhhh, that'll learn ya.


EDIT: I just realized why I'm going absolutely batshit. I haven't eaten meat in almost a week following a vegetarian diet I'm hoping will shed some light on my allergies. I ate dry crackers the whole day because we forgot to buy veggies. FUCK I KNEW THIS WAS GOING TO BACKFIRE SOMEHOW AAAAAHHHHHHHH.

So while breaking up with my boyfriend didn't do the trick, having a nice long discussion about money did. I burst into tears, though it really wasn't as melodramatic as I make it sound. I pretty much just got the conversation over with before I went crawling into my room to have myself a little cry. Talking about money gives me anxiety attacks.

[Blathering starts here. You have been warned.]

We have a little word in Tagalog that, I feel, best describes me. The word is kuripot. To be kuripot is to be a penny-pincher, sometimes to a fault, kind of like Mr. Crabs from Spongebob Squarepants only without the actual pincers. This is me. I am kuripot. I have always been kuripot.

I'm the person who orders the cheapest, crappiest thing on the menu because it costs P10 ($2) less than everything else. I'm the one who drinks poisoned tap water and who would rather walk for thirty minutes to get her stuff xeroxed at 50 cents instead of 75. There's some kind of deep psychological mumbo-jumbo involved here or maybe some residue leftover from my financially traumatic childhood. The 1998 financial crisis was bad enough for people whose mothers weren't hemorrhaging P15,000/day in hospital bills and whose fathers weren't buying American dollars when the peso-to-dollar exchange rate shot up from P30 to a dollar to P55 to a dollar. Oh, then my mom died right before Christmas and everyone forgot to give me presents because my mother wasn't there to remind them. 1998 was a bad year.

1999 wasn't as bad but I suspect it still kind of was because my dad started a small packaging company and made me sit around the house for days packing microchips that were to be shipped to Hong Kong. And he'd ask me weird things like "how would you like to go to public school?" and "if I go to jail, which of your aunts would you like to live with?" He did eventually go to jail for about a week but my brother got him out and I, to this very day, have no idea what he'd gotten in trouble for. He keeps saying it's "for being too sexy" but I'm not really inclined to believe him because dads are full of bullshit half the time.

ANYWAY! Whatever the reason, money has and will probably continue to be a big issue in my life. It has some kind of ongoing rivalry with my college professors, with both sides obviously trying to see who can make me cry the most in one semester. My professors won the last round (1-0) after I blubbered in the bathroom for ten minutes after getting kicked out of my Theology final exam. I failed the class, by the way. Failed it even though I was averaging a B the whole semester because my fucking teacher couldn't stand the sight of me reading from my note cards. For a priest, he was a pretty big asshole.

I'm starting this new semester crying over money so maybe it means I'll get off my ass and make some soon. I did start last sem laughing about my grades, after all.

We'll see.

Gonna wipe out that emo post with a meme because, yeah. I really don't like being depressed. I'm also feeling a great deal more forgiving towards my homework, so I will make an effort to be happy for what little is left of today! /o/


Here's how the meme works: Take a moment to reflect and post about what you were doing 10 years ago, 5 years ago, and 1 year ago. Then tag 10 people or 5 people or 1 person.
stolen from peachpai

10 years ago: Oct. 2000
Ten years ago? Oh, wow. If I remember correctly, I'd gone to China with my aunt's family sometime near the end of October. I spent a few weeks there visiting my ninang, who was working for one of the Peninsula hotels in Beijing. I got to see the Great Wall, the Forbidden City, and a bunch of other tourist traps people are supposed to go see when they're in China. I spent the whole time hoping it would snow-- day time hit up to negative 5 degrees C while I was there-- and it eventually did. The day after I left. Sob.

5 years ago: Oct. 2005
I started living alone approximately five years ago, following my dad's return to his home town. I was a bit of an emo bitch but since I was busy learning how to boil eggs and pay the bills and moderate my rage I'm going to forgive past!me her destructive behavior. Most notably, I started messing around with LJ RP. First character: Tatsuki Arisawa from Bleach.

1 year ago: Oct. 2009
This time last year, I was still helping my relatives deal with the after-effects of Ondoy (and if you don't know what that is, I sincerely urge you to look it up.) My aunt's house had almost flooded up to the roof, and "refugees" were passing through our house a lot. I dropped out of RP for a few months and concentrated on fixing my grades from an aborted first-sem. I also started taking Japanese classes, hoping it would help get me into the exchange student program.

Today:
Lying around on the couch, catching up on RP and chatting with (half of) mai loverly nakama. My first lazy day in months, I fear I should've used my free time finishing my schoolwork. BUT OH WELL. I had my friend sleepover last night and I cooked her breakfast (instant noodles, Ruffles, and chocolate) before she went home.

Well now. Look at me updating my LJ like I have all the time in the world. As I sit here typing this, my mind is still on the three papers-- the shortest of which is 10 pages, single-spaced-- the one massive design project, the Rube Goldberg machine, the fifteen page comic, and the 25-minute video about the Nicomachaen Ethics (and how it relates to Machiavelli) I have due by Wednesday. I have a long exam on Thursday about the entire history of the Philippines. Spoiler: A lot of people died.

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BUT WAIT, you now say, CLIO MY LOVE! Why, for all that is right and holy and cheese-filled, are you still here updating your precious precious LJ when you have a FUCKTON OF WORK TO DO?? And, on that note, why aren't you tagging me you silly bitch?

The answer to all of that is 42. And, also: I'm stuck in McDonald's until 1:00am. It's me, my laptop, and my friend (who looks like she's going to have a psychotic breakdown in the ball pit if I don't buy her ice cream soon yes I know you can read this, darling, stop pretending you're going to strangle me.)

I should stop this now, while I still have friends. Hi guys. I've missed you. ;;/

I came from the Manila production of Cats yesterday! I know, I know, not everyone's cup of tea. I do love my musicals though, and I personally don't see why Cats gets as much hate as it does ("Overrated!" "The music's boring." "I DON'T GET IT AHHHHHH!") because the music's very, very nice and its simple plot is refreshing. YES, people who kept asking me to explain it, it's really easy to understand the plot. SPOILER: Listen closely to the Jellicle Cats song at the start. No, really. Do it.

Watched with The Boy's family, all of whom had the aforementioned things to say about it. I played interpreter as I'd seen it before and could anticipate the songs (and questions!) but while I personally enjoyed it-- it far exceeded my expectations! Philippine musicals are usually really lacking-- they spent most of the time clamoring for Memory. Lea Salonga was Grizabella. She sang well (as always) but... it really wasn't a good role for her. The character's so old and, well, Grizzly and Lea's voice is so young and clear...

Not much else happened after that. Had a late dinner at Italianis while I struggled with the terrible insecurity I tend to develop around The Boy's mom and sister. Th-They look like supermodels. A bunch of people crowded his sister because they thought she was an actress. AHHHH?!!? ;A;

In other news: OMFG COBY WHATTTHEFUCKINGFUCK KIND OF LEVEL UP IS THAT. FFFFFF.

Reading Highschool of the Dead now. I don't know why it's taken me so long to start it. ZOMBIES.

Um. That is all. o/

AAaaaaaa chapter 593 aaaaaaa I'm pretty sure we're going to get Shichibukai Buggy soon. Oda went through all that trouble of mentioning Moria's disappearance so I'm definitely not discounting the thought oh god I need to learn how to time travel. Also: Who here still thinks Sabo's going to pop up one of these days? Maybe not even within the next year or so, but... I'm getting this horrible feeling that Luffy's eventually going to storm the Holy Land and... find... Sabo... IDEK.

Discedo folks! I won't bother putting up notice on the ooc comm since the ones that'll really be affected are already on my f-list, but: I'm heading to Hong Kong this weekend! Expect serious slowness on my end as if I haven't already been the last few days orz 'cause while I'll have internet there my aunt tends to kick my ass when I just sit around on my computer.

THIS WEEK. Has been a terribly busy week. Design class told me I had to reinvent one of the local restaurants in a week. Then it kicked me in the stomach and made me post three more logos. I had to pirate Adobe Illustrator the night before submission was due because the goddamn official site wouldn't give me a free trial, then I had to scramble to get through Philosophy orals. You guys wanna know what's so goddamn special about Crete? IT'S ABSOLUTELY BORING. THAT'S WHAT. I kid. It's pretty interesting. It's just... long. Really long. And hard.

I was going to upload the pics from our Mafia-themed Org Party last week but The Boy forgot to give 'em to me. So, uh. Have this neat picture from tumblr instead!

That is all.

A quick check-list of stuff I need by tomorrow afternoon. Putting it here for personal reference:

Logo
[x] Colored
[x] Black and White
[x] Dark Background

Stationary
[ ] Letterhead(s)
[ ] Letter Envelope
[ ] Business Card

Generic Ads
[x] 11"x17" Poster
[ ] 1x3 meter Banner
[ ] Moving Online Ad

Brand Touch Points
[ ] Design One (Uniform)
[ ] Design Two (Menu)
[ ] Design Three (Table Napkins)


AHHHHH but mommy I don't want to re-design a restaurant. ;^;