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Ah well, this is why I hate vacations and breaks... no allowance, nothing to do and no one to talk to... Don't you just hate that?

And its freaking hot and I and starting to pig out on food...again...well, there's nothing wrong with that but...Girls, you know what I'm talking about. :p

At least we have a broadband connection now and its better than dial up. Its a nice consolation. and I just got my high school year book. Its not that best but its not the worst either...but I don't know. I don't want to be the judge of that. *oops*

And another consolation is that I'm not as helpless as I am when I'm in baguio. :P

I wish they'd hurry up and show the fifth harry potter already... I'm not exactly a fan of the movies but I do love the book series. Speaking of books, Do you think that they still publish anne rice books? I know I can look for it in the net but I'm just to lazy to do that.

I wish peterpants was here... I'm so freaking bored and I'm sooooo freaking stagnant, man! I need something to do! I know I have tons of xmas assignments but..c'mon! I'm talking about vacation stuff like malling or just plain hanging out with some friends or...someone. Why does he have to live two hours away from my house?!?! Why I have to live two hours away from his house?! Why do I have to have freakishly stubborn and over protective relatives huh?

Well, that's what I mean about a Christmas that's not so Christmassy...

Hay...

I've been in Manila for less than three days and I'm getting sick already.

i'm coughing pretty bad na, I have a cold, a very sore throat and an aching back.

Whahw tlga :P

Anyways, I need ot do something productive tlga with my time here... (FICTION MOH!!!!)

Okay, Okay, It's been three months or something since I last updated that last fiction and I know that I am lazing out again. Ah well, I'll try and do it later kasi paubos na yung internet card kanina. :P

I miss Baguio... :(

Kasi nagkakapimple ako dito!!!!

Bleh!

I take a bath thrice a day and I still get a pimple on my forehead. Great.

Besides, I need to prepare for my birthday pa....Hmmm..actually no, even if it's my eigteenth birthday na, ayaw ko ng malaking celebration :P gusto ko, lalabas lang dahil ayoko ng magulo sa bahay ko! at ayok ng hotel! hndi ako comfy sa pagsusuot ng gown! ayaw!

hay...

bratty noh? ...

mainit eh :p

Hala, may katangahan ako kagabi, naiwan kong nakabukas ang laptop sa tabi ko sa kama tapos tugtog ay Nevada music...nakalimuntan kong iset yung hibernation time nya...

COMMERCIAL: Ang neveda music, para sa mga hndi tlga baguio, ay music na house, trance or anything na nakakahyper kapag narinig mo. bow.

Moving on, ang nanay ko ang nakarining nung music kaninang morning. Patay...

ayun, c mom ay naghuramentado. BLEAHBLUOBLAH....

wawa...

I am rushed...

Really rushed...

We're doing our fieldwork report in our Social Anthro class and we'll be doing our NTSP report later...

Oh wait....oh yeah, Shantinn is doing it...

I haven't slept properly in two weeks and I'm pale and I'm really sleepy...

At least I'm not broke anymore...

And I'm having a mental block right now...

I will update later...

My head aches so bad.

I just got back from La Trinidad, Benguet. We were doing field work for our investigative paper on Rural Communities in Transformation for our Social Anthropology 104 subject. I just got the biggest headache that I've ever experienced.

Wait, let me start from the top. From the first question that we asked, we expected the experience and info gathering to be futile. Every native was making us go to another one...we were practically being passed around. We needed a history of the place's farming means and traditions but we couldn't get anything from the people there. Luckily we took a break in a sari-sari store and the lady who owned it was really nice to us. It turned out that she was one of the first ones to plant flowers there and her clan owns most of the land in that particular community.

She was nice but there was a drunk, fat-ass, boisterous, Caucasian man that was in her store. We ignored him at first because we were too focused on asking the lady, Manang Grace, some questions that we've been asking everyone. Then, the drunken red-neck stood up and started talking to us (There were five of us) in a...very drunk way.

At first he was telling my classmate/almost-foster-mother Shantin (rhythmc_gypsy, add her up!!!)that she was fat and other rude stuff. God! I was the one getting embarrassed with what he was doing. Then he started singing something. I mean, we can't really understand him because he was talking with a red-neck accent and...he was drunk. I was almost not moving because I didn't want to draw his attention on me. I mean, he is a perfect epitome of a dirty old man that nobody cares about whether he dies today or not.

Then he asked each of us if we spoke a native language of the indigenous people here in northern luzon. When he got to me, he froze with his finger pointed, practically, at the tip of my nose, his balance almost lost and really bad breath and body odor emanating from him. It was really disgusting!!!

And you know the worst part!??!?!? That old fVcking pervert!!

He FVCKING TOUCHED MY FACE AND SAID "You look good."

ARGGHHHH!!!!! BLEH!!! Oh my freaking god!!!!

Right now, I'm just almost over the racist fence! Argh!!!

I can't tell you how much I hate people like that! And it was so disgusting that I cried when we left the store! I was so disgusted! He's disgusting!

Ah! I wanted to scream at him but I couldn't since he and the all-knowing kind lady were kinda friends. I was prioritizing. I mean, he didn't exactly do anything to me but I felt like sh!t after that! And he is a bigger sh!t!!!

I hope he dies a SLOW and REALLY FVCKING PAINFUL DEATH!!!

Isa pa nga pla, medyo malalate yung next chapter since I'm pretty busy this week and next week kasi packed na ang sked becasue of the band. I'm gonna plug our gigs!

so:

Friday (August 11, 2006), we're gonna play retro stuff for the "Speak UP!" acquaintance party by invitation.

Monday (August 14, 2006)= we're gonna be playing a few songs for the Annual Freshmen Night!

Friday (August 18, 2006) = We'll be one of the bands included in another annual activity "Pusoy Jam" and we'll be playing some more retro stuff here.

This was the firts fiction that I wrote. Now, here is the intimate fiction. A lot of things were put in here so treat it with respect. If you must say something bad about it, just send a message. Don't put it in the comments thread. This is a special one, even if it sucks, I have to like. NOTE: I HAVE to like it. I made it! Duh?!

( So Here She Is Again )

So this was the second one. This is a horrid one and not meant for the faint hearted. It's got a great twist, though. Hope you'll like this one

The character of the guy here, Jason Patrick Conway, was an original character of an online friends the he used for a Harry Potter role-playing game in ezboard. I kind of abandoned my post there> I'm supposed to be a sixth year Slytherin girl there. Guess who my character there was...Yeap, Valens. God, If I'm gonna have a daughter, I will name her Valens. I miss those rpg's. It's a nice inspiration for fiction writers, wanna be fiction writers or just a person with nothing to do and lots of time. I think you should try it.

PS: I think the deepest one and the most hardest to understand was "Flight of Two". It's kind of out of character but...well, I'm the writer so deal with it. :P

( Lost Love )

Most of my one-shots were written in two hours or less so bear with some of the typos (If I didn't notice some) and some crappy endings and other stuff.

This one: The last quote that I added as an after thought for the story is something I heard from my Religion (Christian Values) teacher. I never really liked the subject and I barely pass it but that quote just tattooed itself on my mind. I liked it, it was soo romantic and I'm a sucker for romance. So, romance away.

PS: This was the third one the I wrote. We're getting more bitter and bitter by a fic. Note that the first one I wrote the most bitter one and it gradually gets better. Although, I'm not sure about the first two. Oh, well. This is for the angst suckers who wants a crappy happy ending.

( Flight of Two )

I wrote this one last year. (Come to think of it, I wrote all these old fic last year) I was texting and I just had this idea of a dialogue-like fic. I thought it would be fun and kinda liberating to break free from the narrative originals so I did it. And it turned out to be okay. No basis for the characters and if there was...What made you think I'd tell you, huh?

So here it is, my fourth written one-shot original.

( Connecting People )

Here I am again, I'm pretty addicted to the net these past few days. Oh, well. :P

I'm here to post some of my old one-shot fics. Let me note that I wrote all of these in a very bitter state and it's a way of coping up with the bitterness so deal with the angst if you must read them. But, I'm really proud of them :)

Here they are :)

PS: about the fics, I only use one name and...one charater for the main female character...that is Valens. :) Maybe it's because of the lack of creative nose or something but I just love using one character for different fics! :)

So, I had a hard time beautifying the fifth and sixth chapter since I had a pretty busy two weeks.

Oh! I bought a 'gayuma' well, gayuma is the local term for love potion. I'm not gonna use it! I freaking promise since I'm scared shitless of these voodoo things. My groupmates and I need it for our Social Anthropology class and we're currently on the chapter on superstitious beliefs and I we have looks for an amulet, or a potion or anything that's out of the ordinary (I actually avoided using the word 'Supernatural' since I don't wanna rant about the show again). We need the provenance and the history and stuff. (TRIVIA: Provenance is my favorite episode of Supernatural!!) We got a love potion. Well, it's not actually a love potion yet.

It looks like a small stool bottle with twigs on it. The old lady who sold it to us for Php.60 said it was from a 'wit-wit' plant. She got the thing from an Igorot (native people) shaman from Bontoc, Mountain Province. She said, for the thing to work, I need to write the name of the one to be 'gayuma-ed' on a piece of paper and put it in the bottle, put in three drops of oil together with it and seal the bottle. She said the effect would last for two months.

It's so creepy, I'm having goosebumps right now...

I hate these things. You see, it's really true that I REALLY AM scared shitless of these things.

Okay, I'm rethinking my chosen career path right now...

Anyways...this is the fifth and the sixth chapter.

Just have patience with them, I'm not really good with these parts but they have to be done so...here we go :)

( Chapter 5 )

( Chapter 6 )

I have been ecstatic these past few days! My band and I just finished doing the the K-lite Live Acoustics Sessions in a local radio station last Sunday night. It was freaking awesome!!! I went really well...better that we expected, actually. I'll try to upload some songs when I can.

The funny thing is, I was actually laughing at myself before we did the gig. I recorded my voice while I was singing and listened to it to see what else I can with the songs. I was freaking out coz, to me, I sounded like a demented, possessed child that tried to sing songs. It was really funny and derevko_child tried to scold me about it, saying I didn't sound anything like a demented child but it was just too funny to let go.

Also, I was laughing at myself the night before the gig coz while I was listening to my voice, again, I was doing the back-up singing for it and I just stopped when I realized that I was actually second voicing myself. I looked stupid doing it too. I was too into it that I forgot that I was listening to my voice.

Well, anyways, we had a blast, even if I lost three fourths of my weekly allowance, I'm actually happy about it. :p

Before everything else, I wrote this fiction in a crammed state. I did one chapter a day since I was stuck at home doing nothing because of a god damn storm that suspended four days of our classes.

Its weird to think that classes get suspended even when I'm in college but still...the thought was...I was literally stuck at home. I felt like I was in a Big Brother Season that lasted for a week. So there I was, staring at nothingness with nothing to do and nothing to think about when I remembered the fiction that I abandoned last year on my files.

Yeah, last year. It was a shame that I had to put it on hold but those times, I was just crammed with exams and papers and band practices. And...surely, I wouldn't trade a single day of lazing around the house, eating, sleeping and being a couch potato for a single day of staring at my laptop screen with, pretty much, a blank mind. Again, I ignored it for a whole summer...

As I was saying, I remembered the fiction...It was half a page, with out a story line and not named characters. See...LAME. I just started it coz I thought I could actually write a vampire fiction for my boardmate's sister. I thought wrong, though.

BUT!! Now, it came back with...hah...a vengeance. I'm all hooked up in CW's Supernatural and...this is just the right trigger for the gun.

So, during those days that we, meaning me and my boardmates, were imprisoned in our house, I wrote the kick-off of the fiction! Kari, another one of my boardmates, was actually hooked up on the WIP that she was constantly asking if I had already finished the next chapter. Its pretty funny coz I never really felt the responsibility of finishing one story, a story that's more than 7 pages long, mind you, and actually finish it. I think I have ADD of something. Even so, that's why I wanted to post it here so I'd actually be compelled to update constantly coz it's such a pretty (hah! 'pretty') story and I don't want it unfinished. :P

So this is "Fallen Angel's City"

PS: I know...the title sucks...

( Chapter 1 )

( Chapter 2 )

( chapter 3 )

( chapter 4 )