I've been getting back into writing fiction and fanfiction lately. That's when I saw a forum offering a challenge on a Harvest Moon story. There is one where the challenge is to write 100 chapter with a given theme for each chapter, 100 words only revolving the life of 1 HM character.
I am so intrigued by this challenge and wanted to get on with it then and there. However, I've been busying myself with making music lately... It's been going pretty well. There are more listeners now mostly gained by the Sims 3 Seasons cover song I did recently. Now it's growing up to 200+ subscribers! Wow..
There's so many things I want to do yet I'm just here writing about what I want to do. Time is really the main decider.. Which large portion of my time would I be willing to offer for a certain project.
No, perhaps I should just divide it to which artistic ... action ... I'd like to do more. Surely I should do music more because it's what I do best. But sometimes I wish I can just spend the whole day writing, yet there's always something that would keep me from finishing a chapter..
Life is full of challenge...
You start off not know what you want to do.. experience a mid-life crisis.. then you began to know what you want to do.. and now not sure which one to do first..
Life in the Sims seems much simpler than real life. Perhaps that's why it became so big..
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 6, 2012
Pushing the Limits
When I was the Philippines, I get to talk with one of my friends about putting a band together. Well, it was mostly him that will be putting the band together while I was "booked" to be the singer. At that time I said yes. The next time he asked again, I said yes again. Only...this time I asked if my voice was right for the genre or not.
As far as I know, my voice was a soft and quiet one. I did sing some songs before that requires some slight "shouting" but never all the time. This time, his song influence are mostly J-rock bands where the girl had to kind of force her vocal chords to avoid using falsetto even though it's past her comfortable chest voice.
I was starting to worry because I did have problems with my own song when it was reaching a high note. I tend to always use the easy way out and use the falsetto. However, this time he said no. He told me to cover 3 song for him to listen and forced me to use my chest voice.
So I googled some "vocal training" posts online and found an exercise where I can blend my head voice and my chest voice. The guy even gave an example of himself doing a flawless scale where he blends the two voice without breaking.
In the end, I didn't really do any blending when doing the song but I did find some interesting facts about my vocal range. I never had to push myself to sing like that so I didn't know that I can actually reach the high parts. Of course, it hurts eventually and then I can't control my voice anymore but I find it comforting that the more I get to do it (with breaks in between), the easier and more comfortable I get to singing those parts.
It actually encourages me to start pushing myself to see how far I can go as a vocalist. Hopefully I get to train properly instead of slowly killing my vocal chords.
As far as I know, my voice was a soft and quiet one. I did sing some songs before that requires some slight "shouting" but never all the time. This time, his song influence are mostly J-rock bands where the girl had to kind of force her vocal chords to avoid using falsetto even though it's past her comfortable chest voice.
I was starting to worry because I did have problems with my own song when it was reaching a high note. I tend to always use the easy way out and use the falsetto. However, this time he said no. He told me to cover 3 song for him to listen and forced me to use my chest voice.
So I googled some "vocal training" posts online and found an exercise where I can blend my head voice and my chest voice. The guy even gave an example of himself doing a flawless scale where he blends the two voice without breaking.
In the end, I didn't really do any blending when doing the song but I did find some interesting facts about my vocal range. I never had to push myself to sing like that so I didn't know that I can actually reach the high parts. Of course, it hurts eventually and then I can't control my voice anymore but I find it comforting that the more I get to do it (with breaks in between), the easier and more comfortable I get to singing those parts.
It actually encourages me to start pushing myself to see how far I can go as a vocalist. Hopefully I get to train properly instead of slowly killing my vocal chords.
Aug 27, 2012
Kitchen Candy-Candy Princess
There's a manga that I recently read called Kitchen Princess.. It's a story about an orphaned girl who has the sense of taste that moved to Tokyo to fulfill her parents dream to become the best pastry chef. Her ability allows her to taste a food and always remember it forever along with identifying ingredients within it. The girl was soon acquainted herself with 2 attractive boys and becomes the school's talk because of her having such an "ordinary" talent --which they thought was eating.
This lead her to be bullied yet starting to have a closer bond with the 2 attractive boys which leads to even more bullying by a girl who secretly likes one of the boys she's close with. Of course, aside from her dream, she is secretly hoping to find this "flan prince" that saved her from drowning when she was younger.
For some reason, when I was reading this, I immediately thought of Candy-Candy. There were several similarities I noticed in both stories.
Hairstyle
This is just me nitpicking, but they both have blond pigtails. Though Candy-Candy's hair is curly, but.. the way it's tied, with ribbons on top, is similar.
Personality
"Different from other girls" and independent. Always want to make her friends smile. Cheerful, strong on the outside but is hurting on the inside.
Circumstances.
They're both orphaned since young. Living in a orphanage that is in the middle of nowhere with a nice old lady as the head of the orphanage with little children that thinks of her as the big sister.
Went to live in the city, and studied in a school of "rich" people, staying in its dormitory.
Romance
Are both looking for the "prince" who cheered them up when they were crying at a younger age. Najika's clue was a silver spoon, Candy-Candy's clue was a clothing accessories (that I dont know the english term of). They both found a guy that they thought was their prince and even fell in love with him and he with them.
But he was actually not the prince, so the author killed him off in order for the girls to end up being with the actual prince, if she just moved hearts while he's alive she might be considered a slut, though killing them didn't really justify the idea.
Their destined loved ones, was not their first choice at first due to their first impression, (Najika's guy was cold and anti-her at the beginning, Candy's guy was a man that lived in the woods for so long he grew beard and could talk to animals.) They eventually changed and became a better gentleman before end up being with the girls.
I assume that the Kitchen Princess was somehow inspired by it or without realizing it wrote it similar to Candy-Candy because s/he once read the manga when s/he was younger.
There are a couple of differences, first of all, the book is about cooking which means competition and similar plot idea on several chapters.
The story had a nice idea, and I liked the titling of the chapters but soon it just gets tiring/annoying and it felt dragged so I skipped through a few chapters all the way till the end. The whole romance plot was easy to figure out. It's obvious who she'll end up being with and there was the overly used love square problem where, as usual, the main character always gets all the boys to like her.
Overall the drawing was well done, but I wouldn't continue buying Nakayoshi to keep reading it.. I'd rather just go online and read for free.. yet still think it wasted my time.
This lead her to be bullied yet starting to have a closer bond with the 2 attractive boys which leads to even more bullying by a girl who secretly likes one of the boys she's close with. Of course, aside from her dream, she is secretly hoping to find this "flan prince" that saved her from drowning when she was younger.
For some reason, when I was reading this, I immediately thought of Candy-Candy. There were several similarities I noticed in both stories.
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| Candy-Candy |
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| Najika |
This is just me nitpicking, but they both have blond pigtails. Though Candy-Candy's hair is curly, but.. the way it's tied, with ribbons on top, is similar.
Personality
"Different from other girls" and independent. Always want to make her friends smile. Cheerful, strong on the outside but is hurting on the inside.
Circumstances.
They're both orphaned since young. Living in a orphanage that is in the middle of nowhere with a nice old lady as the head of the orphanage with little children that thinks of her as the big sister.
Went to live in the city, and studied in a school of "rich" people, staying in its dormitory.
Romance
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| Candy's fake prince. |
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| Najika's fake prince |
Their destined loved ones, was not their first choice at first due to their first impression, (Najika's guy was cold and anti-her at the beginning, Candy's guy was a man that lived in the woods for so long he grew beard and could talk to animals.) They eventually changed and became a better gentleman before end up being with the girls.
I assume that the Kitchen Princess was somehow inspired by it or without realizing it wrote it similar to Candy-Candy because s/he once read the manga when s/he was younger.
There are a couple of differences, first of all, the book is about cooking which means competition and similar plot idea on several chapters.
The story had a nice idea, and I liked the titling of the chapters but soon it just gets tiring/annoying and it felt dragged so I skipped through a few chapters all the way till the end. The whole romance plot was easy to figure out. It's obvious who she'll end up being with and there was the overly used love square problem where, as usual, the main character always gets all the boys to like her.
Overall the drawing was well done, but I wouldn't continue buying Nakayoshi to keep reading it.. I'd rather just go online and read for free.. yet still think it wasted my time.
Aug 23, 2012
Mayzie Grobe, a Sims3 Song.
I always look forward to what Sims 3 expansion pack is going to be like. So far, I have the World Adventure, Ambitions, Late Night, and Pets; all of which are a fun addition to play. Recently, I found a new expansion pack that I like: Sims 3 Seasons. I didn't get to play this expansion pack back on Sims 2, but I sure like the idea of snow!
When looking for information about this expansion pack on wikia, I saw the trailer and they had a very very VERY catchy song playing as the main music. It was written in Simlish. It couldn't have been any more perfect than it was already is. It fits the theme so well and I find myself replaying it over and over again even as I'm writing this.
It actually took me awhile to realize that it was in Simlish, and soon I began to want to sing that song! So, at 5AM in the morning, I took my guitar and started recording. It went like this: strum strum, strum strum, strum strum for a couple of times.. I added in the vocals and had to go through the hard part: figuring out the lyrics.. dun dun duuun!
I tried googling it but didn't seem to find anything except the title which is "Mayzie Grobe" -- a totally awesome title! In the end I just used my headphones and listened to it closely..
I probably missed some "p" "b" "c" "k" and such.. but whatever..
This is the lyrics that I sang for the Mayzie Grobe song:
mayzie grobe, creypaaw (2x)
letsigo truplay
gon zebenay
mayzie grobe, creypaaw (2x)
neeve, menza neeve, nee vazoo bon ze zaycom
neen, zenza been, cobazy...o
mayzie grobe, creypaaw (2x)
letsigo truplay
gon zibenay
mayzie grobe, creypaaw (5x)
I showed it to my dad and he told me to add some violins on it. I thought, why not? So I did.. and the end result is.. *drum rolls*
Dang, this song is catchy..
When looking for information about this expansion pack on wikia, I saw the trailer and they had a very very VERY catchy song playing as the main music. It was written in Simlish. It couldn't have been any more perfect than it was already is. It fits the theme so well and I find myself replaying it over and over again even as I'm writing this.
It actually took me awhile to realize that it was in Simlish, and soon I began to want to sing that song! So, at 5AM in the morning, I took my guitar and started recording. It went like this: strum strum, strum strum, strum strum for a couple of times.. I added in the vocals and had to go through the hard part: figuring out the lyrics.. dun dun duuun!
I tried googling it but didn't seem to find anything except the title which is "Mayzie Grobe" -- a totally awesome title! In the end I just used my headphones and listened to it closely..
I probably missed some "p" "b" "c" "k" and such.. but whatever..
This is the lyrics that I sang for the Mayzie Grobe song:
mayzie grobe, creypaaw (2x)
letsigo truplay
gon zebenay
mayzie grobe, creypaaw (2x)
neeve, menza neeve, nee vazoo bon ze zaycom
neen, zenza been, cobazy...o
mayzie grobe, creypaaw (2x)
letsigo truplay
gon zibenay
mayzie grobe, creypaaw (5x)
I showed it to my dad and he told me to add some violins on it. I thought, why not? So I did.. and the end result is.. *drum rolls*
Aug 18, 2012
HM: A Fan of Fiction
Another post about Harvest Moon again?! Gasp! I must be into this lately!
... Which I am...
Since I joined the UNoT forum, I got pulled in to discussing more about the characters that I'm seeing in my Two Town game and I've fallen in love with them even more. Of course, there has been a lot of fan fiction done between the main characters and the different bacherlor/ettes available in the story. There are also those discussion about rival pairings. It's both fortunate and unfortunate that there is no rival marriage in this game so during these discussion, people are open to imagine their own pairs.
I even joined in and thought of some good pairings and why they were good with each other. However, there were more of the "who's your favorite bachelor/ette"discussion that made me think of how the "rivals" would feel when the main girl stole their love pair.
Soon enough I began to have ideas on a couple of pairings and I decided to try to write for my favorite bachelorette: Reina and who would better pair with her than Cam?
Because of this I made an account in fanfiction which was really the same deal with my current fictionpress profile and posted my first ever fanfiction! I decided to title it Dandelion because *spoiler alert!* that is the flower that will be a significant part of the story.
This is the summary of the story: Reina, the botanist, already accepted that no one would understand her passion for plants until she met Cam, the florist, and learned his passion for flowers. However, with the cheerful Lilian always hanging around Cam, will Reina have the chance to approach the quiet florist?
Something like that.. I'm having my friend work on the cover artwork for it. Hopefully I'll be able to post it when I finished with the next chapter.
Eek! I'm so excited!
... Which I am...
Since I joined the UNoT forum, I got pulled in to discussing more about the characters that I'm seeing in my Two Town game and I've fallen in love with them even more. Of course, there has been a lot of fan fiction done between the main characters and the different bacherlor/ettes available in the story. There are also those discussion about rival pairings. It's both fortunate and unfortunate that there is no rival marriage in this game so during these discussion, people are open to imagine their own pairs.
I even joined in and thought of some good pairings and why they were good with each other. However, there were more of the "who's your favorite bachelor/ette"discussion that made me think of how the "rivals" would feel when the main girl stole their love pair.
Soon enough I began to have ideas on a couple of pairings and I decided to try to write for my favorite bachelorette: Reina and who would better pair with her than Cam?
Because of this I made an account in fanfiction which was really the same deal with my current fictionpress profile and posted my first ever fanfiction! I decided to title it Dandelion because *spoiler alert!* that is the flower that will be a significant part of the story.
This is the summary of the story: Reina, the botanist, already accepted that no one would understand her passion for plants until she met Cam, the florist, and learned his passion for flowers. However, with the cheerful Lilian always hanging around Cam, will Reina have the chance to approach the quiet florist?
Something like that.. I'm having my friend work on the cover artwork for it. Hopefully I'll be able to post it when I finished with the next chapter.
Eek! I'm so excited!
Aug 17, 2012
Typical Manga Story
My sister is a manga collector.. or at least she has TONS of manga in our house and when I'm bored I ended up reading some of the books.. However, it seems like most of the books I chose to read at random has a similar story / character personality and ending..
1. Girl always gets the boy.
No matter how stupid / "ugly" / silly / mean / uninterested the girl is or no matter how anti-girl / uninterested / anti-social the guy is, the girl for whatever reason, always gets the guy.. No matter if the guy is engaged, or married.. somehow, the guy would end up falling for her.
If the guy is one of those loners, the girl would always "charm" the guy and be something different so that the guy will fall in love with her. Even if the guy is a common playboy and the girl is the exact opposite of his type, he would end up liking her and stop being playboy.
It comes to the point that the story becomes stupid that EVERY MALE CHARACTER falls in love with the main girl (if the story has multiple guy characters) even if the other guy was only pretending to be a rival.
2. Guys have stupid reasons not to be with her.
I once read a manga where the guy decides not to be with the main girl (that likes him so much she follows him around like a stalker yet it's considered sweet and cute because.. y'know it's a manga) because he wasn't able to "protect her". He came to that conclusion because she was kissed by another guy -- which was her own fault for wanting to follow him to a middle of an all boys dormitory -- and this, of course hurts the girl's heart etc.. and when confronted, he just said that he couldn't protect her and that she found another protector that is better than him (who is the guy that kissed her in the first place.) WTH!?
Usually, guys rejects the girl because they think they're not good enough for the girl.. it's a common reason.. which is stupid. If they think they're horrible then .. stop feeding her love soul and move away or something (which is probably a stupid solution but I was pretty pissed at the guy being all nice to the girl in the first place anyway). I mean, you never know if you're perfect for each other or not if you don't try, right? And it's not like good relationships means zero problems. Fighting is common in relationships, just learn how to deal with them properly.
3. The guy is always smart / hot / attractive.
Even if the main guy is a glasses nerd looking man, he'd be portrayed as a cute boy and would still get votes from girls. Unless it's a boy manga, I've never seen a chubby guy that gets chased around by lots of girl.. I mean, I've read a few short romance stories.. but then sometimes they end up being skinny in the end..
The girls are also pretty much skinny and proportional.. there are that are slightly chubby but not super obese and even if they are obese, they will try to diet.
4. Debts is cleared by engagement.
When the girl is deep in her debt, suddenly out of nowhere, she is now engaged to this rich young man and her debt is cleared! Sometimes she has no other choice, and sometimes her parents are the ones that insisted.. Of course the guy isn't interested in her because she's still a "kid" or not sexy enough to be taken advantage of.. and for some reason, this pisses off the girl because in the end, despite hating him, she'll fall in love with him. Surprise!
5. Overused personality.
Typically, the girl is always the bubbly type.. or she's a clutz.. often gets her skirt hiked up by the guy and gets all embarrassed yet she's cool about chasing the guy all around. Or the girl is quiet and gets misunderstood by the people but she's able to open up to this one guy and they end up falling in love, she gets stronger with his help and be more confident etc..
If the guy is bubbly, the girl is usually anti-social and the guy will drag her into doing silly things that'll open up her heart and make her see how fun the world can be..
If the guy is anti-social, it's somewhat the other way around.. and the guy will be paired with a clutz girl.
6. Over-reacting!
Girl characters often have stupid reasons to be heartbroken by their past.
They were rejected because they were ugly -- so they do a 180 personality and look change yet still scarred by the memory when she sees the rejecting guy..
They were double played by a playboy -- so they don't trust guys anymore, or they hurt guys and gets revenge.
They often misunderstood situation and end up thinking that the guy cheated on her / likes another girl just by seeing him walking with another girl. How shallow / stupid can they be?! Do they really not trust the guy that they'll run away and cry after seeing such a horrible scene. "Why is he together with that girl?" Well, she's his sister. Or they work together. Stop being stupid!
And sometimes they're not even together! She just has a crush on him so she gets heartbroken since all this time, she thinks he belongs to her. Well, no! You haven't confessed to him so why the hell do you think you're the only special one?
Of course, the guy will then clear up the whole mess and confess that he actually likes her too, etc, happy ending.
See, these overreacting is what caused people to kill themselves over a break-up or cheating bf/gf. It's not worth it and mangas aren't teaching any different. Nor movies. Nor media.
Overall, there are still a few good romance manga with an interesting plot: Kare Kano, Beyond the Blindfold, (and if you're into classic manga) Pop corn, etc. Some even have a fantasy theme to it like From Far Away.
With the price of manga going up compared to the old days, why isn't the quality of the stories increasing either? It seems a waste to buy a manga that has a predictable ending where the girl gets the guy.
1. Girl always gets the boy.
No matter how stupid / "ugly" / silly / mean / uninterested the girl is or no matter how anti-girl / uninterested / anti-social the guy is, the girl for whatever reason, always gets the guy.. No matter if the guy is engaged, or married.. somehow, the guy would end up falling for her.
If the guy is one of those loners, the girl would always "charm" the guy and be something different so that the guy will fall in love with her. Even if the guy is a common playboy and the girl is the exact opposite of his type, he would end up liking her and stop being playboy.
It comes to the point that the story becomes stupid that EVERY MALE CHARACTER falls in love with the main girl (if the story has multiple guy characters) even if the other guy was only pretending to be a rival.
2. Guys have stupid reasons not to be with her.
I once read a manga where the guy decides not to be with the main girl (that likes him so much she follows him around like a stalker yet it's considered sweet and cute because.. y'know it's a manga) because he wasn't able to "protect her". He came to that conclusion because she was kissed by another guy -- which was her own fault for wanting to follow him to a middle of an all boys dormitory -- and this, of course hurts the girl's heart etc.. and when confronted, he just said that he couldn't protect her and that she found another protector that is better than him (who is the guy that kissed her in the first place.) WTH!?
Usually, guys rejects the girl because they think they're not good enough for the girl.. it's a common reason.. which is stupid. If they think they're horrible then .. stop feeding her love soul and move away or something (which is probably a stupid solution but I was pretty pissed at the guy being all nice to the girl in the first place anyway). I mean, you never know if you're perfect for each other or not if you don't try, right? And it's not like good relationships means zero problems. Fighting is common in relationships, just learn how to deal with them properly.
3. The guy is always smart / hot / attractive.
Even if the main guy is a glasses nerd looking man, he'd be portrayed as a cute boy and would still get votes from girls. Unless it's a boy manga, I've never seen a chubby guy that gets chased around by lots of girl.. I mean, I've read a few short romance stories.. but then sometimes they end up being skinny in the end..
The girls are also pretty much skinny and proportional.. there are that are slightly chubby but not super obese and even if they are obese, they will try to diet.
4. Debts is cleared by engagement.
When the girl is deep in her debt, suddenly out of nowhere, she is now engaged to this rich young man and her debt is cleared! Sometimes she has no other choice, and sometimes her parents are the ones that insisted.. Of course the guy isn't interested in her because she's still a "kid" or not sexy enough to be taken advantage of.. and for some reason, this pisses off the girl because in the end, despite hating him, she'll fall in love with him. Surprise!
5. Overused personality.
Typically, the girl is always the bubbly type.. or she's a clutz.. often gets her skirt hiked up by the guy and gets all embarrassed yet she's cool about chasing the guy all around. Or the girl is quiet and gets misunderstood by the people but she's able to open up to this one guy and they end up falling in love, she gets stronger with his help and be more confident etc..
If the guy is bubbly, the girl is usually anti-social and the guy will drag her into doing silly things that'll open up her heart and make her see how fun the world can be..
If the guy is anti-social, it's somewhat the other way around.. and the guy will be paired with a clutz girl.
6. Over-reacting!
Girl characters often have stupid reasons to be heartbroken by their past.
They were rejected because they were ugly -- so they do a 180 personality and look change yet still scarred by the memory when she sees the rejecting guy..
They were double played by a playboy -- so they don't trust guys anymore, or they hurt guys and gets revenge.
They often misunderstood situation and end up thinking that the guy cheated on her / likes another girl just by seeing him walking with another girl. How shallow / stupid can they be?! Do they really not trust the guy that they'll run away and cry after seeing such a horrible scene. "Why is he together with that girl?" Well, she's his sister. Or they work together. Stop being stupid!
And sometimes they're not even together! She just has a crush on him so she gets heartbroken since all this time, she thinks he belongs to her. Well, no! You haven't confessed to him so why the hell do you think you're the only special one?
Of course, the guy will then clear up the whole mess and confess that he actually likes her too, etc, happy ending.
See, these overreacting is what caused people to kill themselves over a break-up or cheating bf/gf. It's not worth it and mangas aren't teaching any different. Nor movies. Nor media.
Overall, there are still a few good romance manga with an interesting plot: Kare Kano, Beyond the Blindfold, (and if you're into classic manga) Pop corn, etc. Some even have a fantasy theme to it like From Far Away.
With the price of manga going up compared to the old days, why isn't the quality of the stories increasing either? It seems a waste to buy a manga that has a predictable ending where the girl gets the guy.
Aug 14, 2012
HM: Pretty Umbrellas
Recently, I've been playing a lot of Harvest Moon: Tale of Two Towns for the DS console. It's not my first time dipping into the world of Harvest Moon because I've played 3 HM games before this current one. Several of the features that I've found new to myself includes:
There are a few umbrellas that you can buy. The local shop triplets sells them to you and each town has 2 different designs. However, there are other (prettier) umbrellas that I wish I could buy..
These are the different umbrellas you'll see when you play Two Towns. It seems to be much more appealing in the picture than in the game itself.. maybe because I can't have them! Grass is greener on the other side... Well, I have a farm and you guys have.. stone floor..! So I bet you're jealous of my green grass! --says me to avoid heartache.
Meanwhile, the umbrellas that we're able to buy are these ones here:
- Half day weather change
- Alpaca
- Pets herding your animals for you.
- Dates and flower events (instead of heart)
- Moving between two towns.
- etc...
There are a few umbrellas that you can buy. The local shop triplets sells them to you and each town has 2 different designs. However, there are other (prettier) umbrellas that I wish I could buy..
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| Jessica's own special umbrella. |
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| Georgia's green with pink(?) stripe. |
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| Laney, Rose and Grady have white umbrella. |
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| Cheryl's favorite "bought by Ash" purple and white stripes umbrella. |
These are the different umbrellas you'll see when you play Two Towns. It seems to be much more appealing in the picture than in the game itself.. maybe because I can't have them! Grass is greener on the other side... Well, I have a farm and you guys have.. stone floor..! So I bet you're jealous of my green grass! --says me to avoid heartache.
Meanwhile, the umbrellas that we're able to buy are these ones here:
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Ash's umbrella. Similar to his
sister Cheryl.
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| Cam's blue with yellow stripe, similar to Georgia's. |
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| The two young children in Konohana. |
There you have it, the different umbrellas available in Harvest Moon Two Towns. They're useless but ain't they a pretty sigh to see when you're walking around the town, with the faint rain noise filling your ears through your earphone.. Now I shall go back and play!
Aug 3, 2012
Tips Tips and More Tips!
Nope. I'm not about to give tips on anything when in fact I'm going to talk about those tips giving articles. I stumbled -- and by stumbling, I mean right on my face Yahoo! News article when I open my mail -- across a site that provides notes and tips on how to do things and I couldn’t help but check what people write in tips on dating. I read some of it and it just makes me laugh.
The tips would say something like: “Avoid putting too much food for you two to eat, it will make him think you’re an eating machine!” or “if you just developed the pimple on your nose, wear some make up so he doesn’t see it” and, the most frequent is “Make sure you do not smell offensive”
It seems like the people they’re trying to impress are that shallow. “Ew, you smell like garlic. I don’t like you.” or “I don’t want to see you again since you have that pimple.” How stupid/shallow could that person be? Somehow, those tips are making us feel self conscious that normally makes us uncomfortable. Having pimple is normal. It’s not a disease. It’s not something to be ashamed of. Pimple can happen from having oily skin and dusty areas but we can wash our face to help reduce that. But hormones also cause it and we can’t escape that.
Shouldn’t we look for a person who accept us for who we are and not cringe and the fact we have pimples? Or we have lots of snacks? Or we happen to like garlic-y food? If they do, that means they respect us and we should do the same. Do we stop liking someone just because they have too many pimples on their face, or because s/he forgot to put deodorant and has been sweating the whole day? Are we that shallow?
I do believe it’s nice to make a good first impression. But, wouldn’t that set a standard? We’re humans. It’s normal to have ups and downs during our life where we can be the most awesome humans and suddenly drops to the lowest creep. As long as there’s a balance, I think that’s still okay.
I’m not saying that it’s bad to want to be perfect all the time but aren’t you tired? (unless you’re a butler or someone who works under a royal/important people then you may want to keep things perfect)
How long would it take for someone to finally snap from having to keep things perfect and just want to slouch, slump on the sofa and say “I’m tired.” For those who doesn’t accept that attitude, what’s wrong with you? S/he’s not a robot. S/he can’t be perfect ALL the time. Give her/him some slack! Don’t be shallow.
Well, I just meant to write this because I want to share my opinion. I’ve seen movies and people that expect the best out of everyone all the time and sometimes I just want to say otherwise. This is the only way I can do it, I guess. So. Here’s my opinion ladies and gentlemen. It does not smell like garlic.
Jun 27, 2012
Tearless Death
I've never cried in a funeral.
This is one of the moments that makes me question if I am bitter and sadistic underneath my already open attitude about hating the world. I just received news that my friend from filmschool has fallen into death's grip; sliced by his scythe; called upon by the Father; reached his time; bottom line: he's dead.
I've been to a funeral before when I was young, about kindergarten, for my aunt's death. All I said during the funeral that I remember till now was: "Mom, why are the people so noisy?" There was another funeral that I believe was of my grandmother. We arrived late so the burial ceremony was over so I simply went around and looked at other people's death memoirs. "Aw, this baby was just 3 months when she died," was what I thought during that moment.
Sometimes I think that I wasn't familiar with death so I never felt any sadness when it happened. Years later, I began to realize that my whole family is also pretty much ... emotionless in a sense that they don't tell me when someone died.
Case #1: How did I find out about my grandfather's death? I stumbled across my sister's facebook status that her flight was delayed on the way to my grandfather's funeral. The reason why mom didn't tell me was because: "oh, but you're not close with him so you don't know him that welll," which is a bit true except that he stayed in my room when he visited dad. I was old enough to remember it happening all the time.
Case #2: What about my aunt's husband's death? During Christmas family vacation, my bro-in-law talked about how when the husband is "called", then he is called. I understood that it meant he's dead and I was shocked but I pretended that I knew. In June, the matter was brought up and I asked my sister what really happened. Apparently right after our cousin's November wedding, the husband collapsed. I wasn't there since I was away in the Philippines.
We've never been to a funeral as a whole family and I've never seen any of my family members cried for death reasons. Maybe it was the way I was brought up so I never get the chance to cry over a loss of a person.
This brings me to my current loss of a friend. I knew him. We worked together. He directed my music videos. We chatted, hugged, had shoots together. I was closer to him than my family that died but I didn't even bother crying. It never occurred to me that I should shed a tear. Sure, it was a sudden unexpected news and at least this time I was told directly from a mass email. I went to facebook saw all the status and picture posting of people in facebook, it made me think: "What's the point of saying all this when the person is dead?"
It's the same opinion of mine about having people saying stuff about the dead person in funerals. Why are we saying all these nice things about them when they're dead? Can they hear it? Will they hear it? What's in it for them if they can hear it? "Oh, I am loved. Now I can die in peace" ?
In the end, I did post on his wall in a sarcastic tone without actually showing it. I didn't want to post anything since my opinion on people's death aforementioned simply told me that there's no point on doing so. However, I didn't want people to think that I don't care.
I guess, even though I don't cry for death, I cared more about people's opinion of me. Darn...
This is one of the moments that makes me question if I am bitter and sadistic underneath my already open attitude about hating the world. I just received news that my friend from filmschool has fallen into death's grip; sliced by his scythe; called upon by the Father; reached his time; bottom line: he's dead.
I've been to a funeral before when I was young, about kindergarten, for my aunt's death. All I said during the funeral that I remember till now was: "Mom, why are the people so noisy?" There was another funeral that I believe was of my grandmother. We arrived late so the burial ceremony was over so I simply went around and looked at other people's death memoirs. "Aw, this baby was just 3 months when she died," was what I thought during that moment.
Sometimes I think that I wasn't familiar with death so I never felt any sadness when it happened. Years later, I began to realize that my whole family is also pretty much ... emotionless in a sense that they don't tell me when someone died.
Case #1: How did I find out about my grandfather's death? I stumbled across my sister's facebook status that her flight was delayed on the way to my grandfather's funeral. The reason why mom didn't tell me was because: "oh, but you're not close with him so you don't know him that welll," which is a bit true except that he stayed in my room when he visited dad. I was old enough to remember it happening all the time.
Case #2: What about my aunt's husband's death? During Christmas family vacation, my bro-in-law talked about how when the husband is "called", then he is called. I understood that it meant he's dead and I was shocked but I pretended that I knew. In June, the matter was brought up and I asked my sister what really happened. Apparently right after our cousin's November wedding, the husband collapsed. I wasn't there since I was away in the Philippines.
We've never been to a funeral as a whole family and I've never seen any of my family members cried for death reasons. Maybe it was the way I was brought up so I never get the chance to cry over a loss of a person.
This brings me to my current loss of a friend. I knew him. We worked together. He directed my music videos. We chatted, hugged, had shoots together. I was closer to him than my family that died but I didn't even bother crying. It never occurred to me that I should shed a tear. Sure, it was a sudden unexpected news and at least this time I was told directly from a mass email. I went to facebook saw all the status and picture posting of people in facebook, it made me think: "What's the point of saying all this when the person is dead?"
It's the same opinion of mine about having people saying stuff about the dead person in funerals. Why are we saying all these nice things about them when they're dead? Can they hear it? Will they hear it? What's in it for them if they can hear it? "Oh, I am loved. Now I can die in peace" ?
In the end, I did post on his wall in a sarcastic tone without actually showing it. I didn't want to post anything since my opinion on people's death aforementioned simply told me that there's no point on doing so. However, I didn't want people to think that I don't care.
I guess, even though I don't cry for death, I cared more about people's opinion of me. Darn...
Jun 9, 2012
Dream: Avengers & Superheroes
I recently watched Avengers. And by recently I meant, the day it showed in Manila, Philippines which was last April. Soon after watching Avengers, I had a conversation with all Marvel superheroes comic books geek that filled me in with all information about Avengers; the members, different versions, versus x-men. Before that we played an Xbox game involving teamwork and Marvel heroes where we were once the Fantastic Four group and the X-men group.
I'm telling you this to explain why I had this dream that I will describe next. It didn't happen exactly after Avengers but I dreamt it when I came back to Jakarta which was early May. I'll try to recall as many events as possible.
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It was like any normal day in a dream where you don't know how you get there and no back story of your character. From what I remember, I was a normal person until suddenly I saw this girl who was a cryo..person.. basically ice controlling person and I began to chase her. Apparently I was a pyro .. person.. the fire controlling person so I imagine myself as the Phoenix superhero character.
I was chasing her around to keep her from disrupting the city since she was sliding away making ice tracks while she was running away from me. Soon we were by the street and I noticed Tony Stark and Hugh Jackman about to enter a car from perhaps a red carpet event. They were dressed casual but they appeared sharp and clean.
The ice girl turned around and smiled at me seemingly teasing me about something. I panicked and shouted her to stop but, as I feared, she zipped past through the two men after whispering something to them. Her movement was too fast for normal human being to have noticed but her presence was surely noticed by those two superheroes. I followed and soon my conscience was switched and became hers.
I threw two small ice cubes at the car the men were about to enter as a sign that I was there. An invitation to follow. Then I was back to be the fire woman. It was a miracle that I could catch up with the ice girl because as I recall, I shouldn't have super speed. Just fire. At the time I was afraid that the two men would be chasing us soon so I wanted to catch her and end it all before trouble doubled.
Soon we reached an old looking bricked wall buildings built especially for comic books to have people fight by them so it can get destroyed. But we met with a Hulk. He wasn't like the green Hulk I saw in Avengers. He was much smaller, still human height only as big and if I recall, his color was purple. Somehow I knew this person was Hulk and he was dangerously strong and I need to defeat him.
Ice and fire joined power to fight off the purple Hulk while this man was on his way to one of the room in the building that appeared to be a bathroom so he can start showering. He noticed us and began to fight back because ice girl failed to capture him by icing him. We began the chase but as we were about to chase, we noticed Ironman and Wolverine. Both on higher ground as we are.
In my mind, I wasn't sure if Hulk was their friends or not but if he was, I knew I'd be outnumbered especially since cryo girl wasn't my partner in the first place. I still needed to capture her.
"How did you find us?" I asked them.
Ironman made a lazy gesture, "I bugged you with a tracking device when you passed by us."
Nobody was moving but I knew there was tension building up. I looked at cryo and she wasn't looking like she would be fighting. In a split second, we began to run away. Cryo on one side, me on the other side. I silently prayed that I would be fast enough to outrun them and hoped that Ironman wasn't the one who was chasing me because I might not be able to outrun his jet-speed.
I used all my fire power to burst myself forward like a rocket and I found myself walking along the road that seemed to be part of some type of Anime land particularly Detective Conan section. There were plenty of golf carts running around for people to tour around the area while still be able to take pictures conveniently.
I quickly run away into the nearby store shop filled with posters of different manga and anime. I saw some posters of Detective Conan in there also mixed with Snoopy and Woodstock. Pretty random stuff. I also noticed a number of children in the store and adults with touristy hats filling up the store. I silently prayed that Hugh Jackman wouldn't notice I was there. Stupidly, I was distracted by the store itself. I read Detective Conan so I wanted to take a look around to the second floor which caused me to walk past the entrance door where Hugh Jackman happened to stand at.
He saw me. I saw him. I pretended that I wasn't the person he chased so I casually walked into another room and locked it from the inside while desperately searching for a way out. Apparently, while I was doing so, a car sped up and hit Hugh Jackman. While he was distracted, I found a gap on a window that required a little climbing. I decided I'd risk being stuck than being caught in that small room with the man that was chasing me.
Miraculously I managed to escape through the window and found myself on a green grassed field by a cliff. A few children in their private school uniforms were seen running around and I noticed, somehow, that one of them was Wolverine's daughter. I didn't know how I knew but I did. She was about to fall off the cliff and I was there just in time to save her.
Well, not really. We both started to fall off the cliff and Hugh Jackman saw us when he looked over the window but because of my power, we didn't have any scratched when I landed both of us safely on the ground. Hugh Jackman soon caught up with us and we were all at the bottom of a cliff which was still green grassy area with a river running beside it. We were at the river banks when we had a little conversation.
The daughter explained that she was supposed to go down anyway since her school was there for some sort of school trip and she was excited to see the waterfall that was somewhere at the end of the river. It was quite shallow so there were people already wading through the water.
At this point, the girl began to run towards her friends and I too, sensing the danger of being left alone with her father - my chaser, followed her.
"Wait."
I turned around getting ready to run in case anything bad might happen.
"Thanks for saving my daughter." He said. He didn't appear to be dangerous at the time. "You don't seem to be a bad person so I will stop chasing you but I do want some explanation."
"Sure." I answered. "But I'd like to see the waterfall myself."
I continued my way to where everybody was and walked over the stone edges that states where the waterfall road started. There were small bushes on the side and the path itself was a knee length water we had to wade through. Fortunately, I was able to fly so I hovered above the bushes while cautiously getting myself ready in case of an attack by tiny dinosaurs - which, the 'me' dream knew existed in that area.
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Unfortunately the dream pretty much ended there. I assure you, the whole chase scene was much scary and intense in my dream than what I have described here but the details were pretty much true. And after this dream I had a short infatuation with Wolverine played by Hugh Jackman. It was a short one that was soon replaced due to another dream I'll write about soon...
I'm telling you this to explain why I had this dream that I will describe next. It didn't happen exactly after Avengers but I dreamt it when I came back to Jakarta which was early May. I'll try to recall as many events as possible.
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It was like any normal day in a dream where you don't know how you get there and no back story of your character. From what I remember, I was a normal person until suddenly I saw this girl who was a cryo..person.. basically ice controlling person and I began to chase her. Apparently I was a pyro .. person.. the fire controlling person so I imagine myself as the Phoenix superhero character.
I was chasing her around to keep her from disrupting the city since she was sliding away making ice tracks while she was running away from me. Soon we were by the street and I noticed Tony Stark and Hugh Jackman about to enter a car from perhaps a red carpet event. They were dressed casual but they appeared sharp and clean.
The ice girl turned around and smiled at me seemingly teasing me about something. I panicked and shouted her to stop but, as I feared, she zipped past through the two men after whispering something to them. Her movement was too fast for normal human being to have noticed but her presence was surely noticed by those two superheroes. I followed and soon my conscience was switched and became hers.
I threw two small ice cubes at the car the men were about to enter as a sign that I was there. An invitation to follow. Then I was back to be the fire woman. It was a miracle that I could catch up with the ice girl because as I recall, I shouldn't have super speed. Just fire. At the time I was afraid that the two men would be chasing us soon so I wanted to catch her and end it all before trouble doubled.
Soon we reached an old looking bricked wall buildings built especially for comic books to have people fight by them so it can get destroyed. But we met with a Hulk. He wasn't like the green Hulk I saw in Avengers. He was much smaller, still human height only as big and if I recall, his color was purple. Somehow I knew this person was Hulk and he was dangerously strong and I need to defeat him.
Ice and fire joined power to fight off the purple Hulk while this man was on his way to one of the room in the building that appeared to be a bathroom so he can start showering. He noticed us and began to fight back because ice girl failed to capture him by icing him. We began the chase but as we were about to chase, we noticed Ironman and Wolverine. Both on higher ground as we are.
In my mind, I wasn't sure if Hulk was their friends or not but if he was, I knew I'd be outnumbered especially since cryo girl wasn't my partner in the first place. I still needed to capture her.
"How did you find us?" I asked them.
Ironman made a lazy gesture, "I bugged you with a tracking device when you passed by us."
Nobody was moving but I knew there was tension building up. I looked at cryo and she wasn't looking like she would be fighting. In a split second, we began to run away. Cryo on one side, me on the other side. I silently prayed that I would be fast enough to outrun them and hoped that Ironman wasn't the one who was chasing me because I might not be able to outrun his jet-speed.
I used all my fire power to burst myself forward like a rocket and I found myself walking along the road that seemed to be part of some type of Anime land particularly Detective Conan section. There were plenty of golf carts running around for people to tour around the area while still be able to take pictures conveniently.
I quickly run away into the nearby store shop filled with posters of different manga and anime. I saw some posters of Detective Conan in there also mixed with Snoopy and Woodstock. Pretty random stuff. I also noticed a number of children in the store and adults with touristy hats filling up the store. I silently prayed that Hugh Jackman wouldn't notice I was there. Stupidly, I was distracted by the store itself. I read Detective Conan so I wanted to take a look around to the second floor which caused me to walk past the entrance door where Hugh Jackman happened to stand at.
He saw me. I saw him. I pretended that I wasn't the person he chased so I casually walked into another room and locked it from the inside while desperately searching for a way out. Apparently, while I was doing so, a car sped up and hit Hugh Jackman. While he was distracted, I found a gap on a window that required a little climbing. I decided I'd risk being stuck than being caught in that small room with the man that was chasing me.
Miraculously I managed to escape through the window and found myself on a green grassed field by a cliff. A few children in their private school uniforms were seen running around and I noticed, somehow, that one of them was Wolverine's daughter. I didn't know how I knew but I did. She was about to fall off the cliff and I was there just in time to save her.
Well, not really. We both started to fall off the cliff and Hugh Jackman saw us when he looked over the window but because of my power, we didn't have any scratched when I landed both of us safely on the ground. Hugh Jackman soon caught up with us and we were all at the bottom of a cliff which was still green grassy area with a river running beside it. We were at the river banks when we had a little conversation.
The daughter explained that she was supposed to go down anyway since her school was there for some sort of school trip and she was excited to see the waterfall that was somewhere at the end of the river. It was quite shallow so there were people already wading through the water.
At this point, the girl began to run towards her friends and I too, sensing the danger of being left alone with her father - my chaser, followed her.
"Wait."
I turned around getting ready to run in case anything bad might happen.
"Thanks for saving my daughter." He said. He didn't appear to be dangerous at the time. "You don't seem to be a bad person so I will stop chasing you but I do want some explanation."
"Sure." I answered. "But I'd like to see the waterfall myself."
I continued my way to where everybody was and walked over the stone edges that states where the waterfall road started. There were small bushes on the side and the path itself was a knee length water we had to wade through. Fortunately, I was able to fly so I hovered above the bushes while cautiously getting myself ready in case of an attack by tiny dinosaurs - which, the 'me' dream knew existed in that area.
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Unfortunately the dream pretty much ended there. I assure you, the whole chase scene was much scary and intense in my dream than what I have described here but the details were pretty much true. And after this dream I had a short infatuation with Wolverine played by Hugh Jackman. It was a short one that was soon replaced due to another dream I'll write about soon...
Emotional Blergh
I love to listen to music when I write. It helps me disconnect from the world and go somewhere else where I can easily see the stories I'm writing about. Then there are time when I would get immersed into the song that I ended up leaving completely. And by leaving, I mean filling my mind with that world I create that felt so good that I didn't want to leave. This usually ended up in causing my heart to ache. It's none of those physical ache like being punched but more of the about to burst pain.
It's during these moments that I wish I can curl into a ball and disappear. Let the beat of the music brings me somewhere else. To Neverland, perhaps, though less troublesome but more flying. Sometimes the feeling is so overwhelming that I would want to cry. I never do but I wish I was. Maybe it would make me feel more refreshed.
Being a lover of music -- And by lover of music, I don't mean that I've listened to all sorts of music but I do admire every type of music even those hated ones. Though it also depends on my mood. -- I would envy these people for being able to make such wonderful immerse-able music. I make music too but not in the advance level of bass, drums, guitar, rifts, keyboards, filler, solo part etc. that makes people want to dance or close their eyes and drift off. It really brings me down sometimes that I can't make songs like these... yet...
Here's one of the video that made me go all emotional immersion phase recently. Knowing the mind and hand of this mixer/dj belongs to a French teenager born 1994, simply kicks me in the ass for not being as awesome as he is. Sometimes I wonder if these immersion helps me move forward or simply brings me down for showing what stuff I didn't do and coulda shoulda woulda done be doing.
It's during these moments that I wish I can curl into a ball and disappear. Let the beat of the music brings me somewhere else. To Neverland, perhaps, though less troublesome but more flying. Sometimes the feeling is so overwhelming that I would want to cry. I never do but I wish I was. Maybe it would make me feel more refreshed.
Being a lover of music -- And by lover of music, I don't mean that I've listened to all sorts of music but I do admire every type of music even those hated ones. Though it also depends on my mood. -- I would envy these people for being able to make such wonderful immerse-able music. I make music too but not in the advance level of bass, drums, guitar, rifts, keyboards, filler, solo part etc. that makes people want to dance or close their eyes and drift off. It really brings me down sometimes that I can't make songs like these... yet...
Here's one of the video that made me go all emotional immersion phase recently. Knowing the mind and hand of this mixer/dj belongs to a French teenager born 1994, simply kicks me in the ass for not being as awesome as he is. Sometimes I wonder if these immersion helps me move forward or simply brings me down for showing what stuff I didn't do and coulda shoulda woulda done be doing.
Jun 3, 2012
Boobies Vs Movies
One day I stumbled across the fact that these two words rhymes so I decided to brainstorm and see what similarities and differences they have. These are random points that I know of so some info may not be right. I'm sure there are more points that I didn't write down so go make your own list, why don't you?
Similarities:
1. You can watch it for free, or pay to see one.
2. Uses numbers and/or letter to grade them. [PG-13 , 36B]
3. Some uses technology to create fake effects to make it look better.
4. You have posters/printed screenshots of them in magazines or other places and you can put it up on your wall.
5. Motorboat may be involved.
6. For some, it can help release stress - escaping reality - if you immerse yourself into it.
7. You can "consume" both of them. Each in its own different way.
8. Everyone likes them.
Differences:
1. You can have boobies in movies but you can't have movies in boobies (though you can make movies out of boobies and not vice versa).
2. You pirate a movie that has a pirate with a boobies. You can't pirate boobies. Arrr..
3. One makes a nice pillow; the other, when stored as a disk, can be stacked high or sorted in a case book thing.
4. It takes a lot of people to make movies. But it only takes 2 people to make boobies. Not everyone is successful on their first try.
5. Movies can't get cancer.
6. Those who specializes in movies are called filmmakers. Those who specializes in boobies are called, uh, doctors..? Or perverts..?
7. Generally speaking boobies makes milk, movies makes money.
8. People writes "movies" as their interest openly. Not so much with boobies, no matter how interested they are in it. Unless it's breast cancer then maybe. But writing breast cancer as your interest is just odd. Unless you're a doctor. Still, really?
Yes. I'm odd like that.
Similarities:
1. You can watch it for free, or pay to see one.
2. Uses numbers and/or letter to grade them. [PG-13 , 36B]
3. Some uses technology to create fake effects to make it look better.
4. You have posters/printed screenshots of them in magazines or other places and you can put it up on your wall.
5. Motorboat may be involved.
6. For some, it can help release stress - escaping reality - if you immerse yourself into it.
7. You can "consume" both of them. Each in its own different way.
8. Everyone likes them.
Differences:
1. You can have boobies in movies but you can't have movies in boobies (though you can make movies out of boobies and not vice versa).
2. You pirate a movie that has a pirate with a boobies. You can't pirate boobies. Arrr..
3. One makes a nice pillow; the other, when stored as a disk, can be stacked high or sorted in a case book thing.
4. It takes a lot of people to make movies. But it only takes 2 people to make boobies. Not everyone is successful on their first try.
5. Movies can't get cancer.
6. Those who specializes in movies are called filmmakers. Those who specializes in boobies are called, uh, doctors..? Or perverts..?
7. Generally speaking boobies makes milk, movies makes money.
8. People writes "movies" as their interest openly. Not so much with boobies, no matter how interested they are in it. Unless it's breast cancer then maybe. But writing breast cancer as your interest is just odd. Unless you're a doctor. Still, really?
Yes. I'm odd like that.
Mar 18, 2012
Dream: Bodyguard
This dream reminds me of the Millenium Actress sequence where the girl goes from one film to another only by a simple transition. It was so all over the place so I'll try my best to remember.
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I was being followed by a man. A man that, in my head, was like my imagination version of the Butler in Artemis Fowl books. Technically, he doesn't mean me any harm though I wasn't sure if he did or not. His look was intimidating that I didn't dare to stop and ask him why he was following me.
From what I can remember, he was already following me when I was in a place that looked like a school building. For some reason, I had papers or homework to do that my teacher was expecting me to submit so I was trying to avoid the man but at the same time trying to finish the questions. I had friends there that were questioning me why I was panicking and trying to look for places to hide. I couldn't explain to them because I felt like there wasn't enough time before the man caught up with me.
Somehow, as I was going through different doors and rooms, I stumbled across a room that looked like a boiler room or the mechanical room. The place was quite dark and I had a harder time to see my way through to find a new hiding place. I couldn't see the man, but I knew that he was still following me. There was an old man wearing the stained mechanics overall and he was trying to fix some leaking pipe.
Then, through another door, I was at an house district where the window was old structural looking with flower pots on the small balconies. Somewhere in my brain I felt that this guy was my bodyguard but somewhere in my heart, I was afraid of him. He was walking slow for a man that's chasing me around but that's because he was looking for me and carefully eying places that I would be.
I was far ahead of him and I saw a couple of women through the window as I walked down the housing district. They were a couple of old women. One was the house keeper and one was the richer person. And somehow I knew them and it felt like I was the princess that's been missing (similar to Anastasia story where the grandmother was looking for her). So I went through their window and hopefully be able to hide from the man.
The women didn't know about this man I was hiding from but I was still busy ducking down when there were windows because the whole house felt like a long apartment on its second floor. I heard the man's voice and he mentioned my name (though I can't remember what it was). I was sure that he was missing so I felt calmer and began to get ready to learn all about Russia from the old rich woman. (me being the lost princess Anastasia).
I was studying on how to pronounce some "Russian" words (not sure if it really was Russian) and there was a couple of books that teaches how to speak in several languages. Then the old woman brought me to another room that went down a flight of stairs and I had a vision that the man that was following me would be my teacher for self defense. I tried to tell the woman that he's the one that's been chasing me all this time but it was too late. The man was there and he was wearing a karate outfit and he started to chase me.
I ran through all these weird pathways that's really high up. I had to balance through ropes and other surfaces in order to run away from him but I couldn't get pass the rope way and that's when the man caught up with me. He was dressed differently and looked differently like he was on disguise to be the mentor of self defense for me. He talked about how to walk pass the rope.
Then he suddenly pretended to be bleeding using this small bottle that he used to squeeze red water out. I knew about that bottle so I tried to get it from him but he hid it in his shirt so I tried to get it still and he started laughing and I started laughing. He had a hairy chest... So then I started feeling that he's not a bad person after all and that I started to like him. He's like a dad that was just trying to protect me or something.
Out of nowhere, we were outside the house where there was trees alongside the pathways that we were following with a bicycle. I saw a couple of people and it seems like there was a distraught version of me that was just here but she came from one side of a tree, and my "new friends" were going to the other side of the tree so I followed them instead.
As we were riding bicycles together, I got news that the old woman that I used to stay with got really lonely and decided to drown herself. I was shocked that she killed herself and I got really sad. That's when I remembered that the "me" that I met earlier was distraught probably because of this news and apparently we circled the path and we were back to the tree where I saw myself earlier.
Suddenly, I couldn't find my bodyguard man yet I still felt really sad both from the old woman's death news and the fact that he was missing after I began to like him. I started looking for him now and it seemed like I went back to the different places I went through when I was escaping from him. What's weird is that I saw people on my way to search for him. When they asked me where I was going (since I was going moving backwards to where I started), I told them that I was looking for my bodyguard and if they've seen him. For some reason they acted weird and suspicious saying that he's possibly not behind that door I was going through, and the door itself was pretty heavy.
Noticing the suspicion, it motivated me to go through the door even more and I started to search for him more frantically. More people suddenly appeared and I went back to where the school-like area was and the people that I met along the way were there. I asked them where my bodyguard was and I got even more scared and sad. There were new people I never seen before and they were wearing suit / uniform.
One of the girls I was "close" with broke out the news that the bodyguard wasn't real. He was some sort of character that everyone was playing to make me believe that he exist. There was a company that was doing some sort of test on me and they were playing with my emotion. Some sort of psychology test.
I was really sad and I think I got mad and began to destroy things but I didn't remember.
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And that was the end of my dream. I woke up feeling really sad. I began to like that bodyguard but he wasn't real.. That thought really made me sad..
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I was being followed by a man. A man that, in my head, was like my imagination version of the Butler in Artemis Fowl books. Technically, he doesn't mean me any harm though I wasn't sure if he did or not. His look was intimidating that I didn't dare to stop and ask him why he was following me.
From what I can remember, he was already following me when I was in a place that looked like a school building. For some reason, I had papers or homework to do that my teacher was expecting me to submit so I was trying to avoid the man but at the same time trying to finish the questions. I had friends there that were questioning me why I was panicking and trying to look for places to hide. I couldn't explain to them because I felt like there wasn't enough time before the man caught up with me.
Somehow, as I was going through different doors and rooms, I stumbled across a room that looked like a boiler room or the mechanical room. The place was quite dark and I had a harder time to see my way through to find a new hiding place. I couldn't see the man, but I knew that he was still following me. There was an old man wearing the stained mechanics overall and he was trying to fix some leaking pipe.
Then, through another door, I was at an house district where the window was old structural looking with flower pots on the small balconies. Somewhere in my brain I felt that this guy was my bodyguard but somewhere in my heart, I was afraid of him. He was walking slow for a man that's chasing me around but that's because he was looking for me and carefully eying places that I would be.
I was far ahead of him and I saw a couple of women through the window as I walked down the housing district. They were a couple of old women. One was the house keeper and one was the richer person. And somehow I knew them and it felt like I was the princess that's been missing (similar to Anastasia story where the grandmother was looking for her). So I went through their window and hopefully be able to hide from the man.
The women didn't know about this man I was hiding from but I was still busy ducking down when there were windows because the whole house felt like a long apartment on its second floor. I heard the man's voice and he mentioned my name (though I can't remember what it was). I was sure that he was missing so I felt calmer and began to get ready to learn all about Russia from the old rich woman. (me being the lost princess Anastasia).
I was studying on how to pronounce some "Russian" words (not sure if it really was Russian) and there was a couple of books that teaches how to speak in several languages. Then the old woman brought me to another room that went down a flight of stairs and I had a vision that the man that was following me would be my teacher for self defense. I tried to tell the woman that he's the one that's been chasing me all this time but it was too late. The man was there and he was wearing a karate outfit and he started to chase me.
I ran through all these weird pathways that's really high up. I had to balance through ropes and other surfaces in order to run away from him but I couldn't get pass the rope way and that's when the man caught up with me. He was dressed differently and looked differently like he was on disguise to be the mentor of self defense for me. He talked about how to walk pass the rope.
Then he suddenly pretended to be bleeding using this small bottle that he used to squeeze red water out. I knew about that bottle so I tried to get it from him but he hid it in his shirt so I tried to get it still and he started laughing and I started laughing. He had a hairy chest... So then I started feeling that he's not a bad person after all and that I started to like him. He's like a dad that was just trying to protect me or something.
Out of nowhere, we were outside the house where there was trees alongside the pathways that we were following with a bicycle. I saw a couple of people and it seems like there was a distraught version of me that was just here but she came from one side of a tree, and my "new friends" were going to the other side of the tree so I followed them instead.
As we were riding bicycles together, I got news that the old woman that I used to stay with got really lonely and decided to drown herself. I was shocked that she killed herself and I got really sad. That's when I remembered that the "me" that I met earlier was distraught probably because of this news and apparently we circled the path and we were back to the tree where I saw myself earlier.
Suddenly, I couldn't find my bodyguard man yet I still felt really sad both from the old woman's death news and the fact that he was missing after I began to like him. I started looking for him now and it seemed like I went back to the different places I went through when I was escaping from him. What's weird is that I saw people on my way to search for him. When they asked me where I was going (since I was going moving backwards to where I started), I told them that I was looking for my bodyguard and if they've seen him. For some reason they acted weird and suspicious saying that he's possibly not behind that door I was going through, and the door itself was pretty heavy.
Noticing the suspicion, it motivated me to go through the door even more and I started to search for him more frantically. More people suddenly appeared and I went back to where the school-like area was and the people that I met along the way were there. I asked them where my bodyguard was and I got even more scared and sad. There were new people I never seen before and they were wearing suit / uniform.
One of the girls I was "close" with broke out the news that the bodyguard wasn't real. He was some sort of character that everyone was playing to make me believe that he exist. There was a company that was doing some sort of test on me and they were playing with my emotion. Some sort of psychology test.
I was really sad and I think I got mad and began to destroy things but I didn't remember.
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And that was the end of my dream. I woke up feeling really sad. I began to like that bodyguard but he wasn't real.. That thought really made me sad..
Mar 7, 2012
Poop Vs Cigarette
One day, I thought of coming up with a silly list of things. I can't remember how I thought about this, but one thing for sure, it's fun.
Similarity:
1. They’re both brown…you can say.
2. They’re both long (though not always).
3. They both give a long exhale/satisfaction/ ‘huuuuuufff….’ sound as you excrete it from your body.
4. They both need to be thrown away.
5. They are both, at times, flushed down the toilet.
6. You can do it anywhere (though not always appropriate) but there are designated areas where you are allowed to do so.
7. You can use it as a torture device...in a completely different way.
8. They both smell.
9. They both have the word “butt” in their dictionary circle.
10. They both may be used to insult people. [fag & sh*t]
11. They’re both experienced by all of the human sex.
12. You sometimes need to spend money to do the deed (buy cigarette, pay public toilets) and sometimes you can do it for free.
13. Too much of it may leads to sickness. [Diarrhea, lung cancer]
Differences:
1. You don’t need to stop pooping. You will never hear a person saying "I'm gonna quit pooping".
2. You can ask for a free cigarette from your friends but I don't think you would do that with the other one.
3. There is no addiction in pooping. You just know that you have to.
4. You can’t poop every several hours. If you do, go to the hospital.
5. You don’t get an official term named ‘poop break’.
6. You don't (really) ask another person to join you to poop. You are less likely to have conversations between bathroom stalls with other people.
7. You don’t have to be butt naked when you smoke…unless you smoke as you poop.
8. You don’t need to wipe after smoking.
9. There is no official ‘no pooping’ sign with a red diagonal line across a brown drawing of poop.
10. Animal can poop too but not necessarily smoke.
11. When pooping, you use chest muscles, diaphragm, abdominal wall muscles, and pelvic diaphragm. When smoking…well, you don’t need your pelvic diaphragm.
12. When you stop smoking, it's called quitting. When you stop pooping, it's called constipation.
Mar 6, 2012
You Gotta Believe!
I was a manananggal on Sunday when I was asked to be a part of FMJco's next video of Not Geo. I didn't know what I was getting myself into. I simply got a text from J asking if I can be their manananggal on Sunday and I said yes. Of course! Who wouldn't?! Since I'm leaving soon, I'll pretty much dive into anything fun and memorable and what better ways of memorizing this incredible journey than when it'll be made a movie? Short film. Clip. Mockumentary. Whatever..
So I met up with J at Jolibee and we went to F's house while waiting for M to arrive. When we were at F's house he was ready with his outfit and all which is always a sight to see. Then M arrived and we smuggled the shotgun in. So suspicious! Once everyone was ready, we all enjoyed our jolly somewhat raining trip towards J's farm.
It's unfortunate that it started to rain so in the end we had to wait in the car and they guys started talking about some old cat show where they have rockets but they live in a garbage dump area. I didn't join in because I guess I wasn't born to experience that moment, haha..
When the rain stopped we set off to do the "interview" section of the movie where I was supposedly going to be slapped. I was quite excited because it's my first time to do a slap scene. So we rehearsed a bit and tried to do a couple of fake slap that'll look real but so far our attempts sucked. In the end I convinced F to slap me for real to make it look real. And he did. And it looked good.
Basically the scene is that F is Nigel Bushwanker who is looking for the manananggal so he can kill it but the guide --played by me-- doesn't believe in the creature. That's when he'll slap me, pans camera to him, and he'll shout "you gotta believe!" with his fake Australian accent. Cuts back to me, in shock, saying that I believe in the supernatural being.
Of course F isn't the type of person that hits a woman so first he just pushed my face to the side and we all agreed that it didn't look powerful enough. So, the second time, he slapped me a bit harder but he felt bad and started laughing when he said his line. Awww... he started to apologize and I had to convince him that it was okay. I could've sworn he started tearing up...hmm...
We did more shooting here and there while there's a group that's doing their pre-wedding pictures. They were all dressed up and happy looking. Congratulations, I guess.. Then we all went to another area to go to a hill with a tree where we had to hike up this .. farm area where J grows his aloe vera.. I told them that Indonesians call them "crocodile tongue".. they laughed at me.. :p
It was funny coz J pointed to the right where the tree was at. "That's where we'll be going." Then he lead us to a path going to the left so we were all like, "what? we don't go left to go right." But apparently the path curved to the right so.. yeah..
The climb was pretty dangerous because it there wasn't any proper road and we're just stepping on rocks that are buried within the wet soil. F and M had a hard time going up saying that it's all slippery and stuff. I didn't really have a hard time but they were saying it's because I was much much lighter than both of them. I think they were just giving excuses for being lame.
When we arrived at the tree, it was time where I need to be the manananggal so I acted like my upper torso just landed on my hips and once that was done, I had to be wrapped with blue cloth, like really, tuck in my shirt and then tuck in the blue cloth so in the end I'm surrounded by a blue cloth with the help of M. I couldn't see and I wasn't allowed to move around much otherwise it'll be too hard to key out.
Then comes the dying scene which is simply me getting shot by Nigel Bushwanker and jump off screen. Good thing M was there because he sat down near me and catches me as I fall down. First attempt was lame and slow. It looked fake. Then again it was just for practice. The next couple of time was faster and sometimes I was shocked that when I jumped back someone was there to catch me. Weird, but I was always surprised when suddenly M grabbed me because for some reason, I imagined myself to simply land carefully after I jumped unknowingly backwards.
Once we were done with everything, we carefully slipped back downhill from where we came from -- which was actually more dangerous because it rained again making it more slippery -- and by the time I was done with that trip, the bottom of my sandal was caked with mud so I had to scrape it by doing that srrt srrt walk. Can't seem to remember the english word for it..
We finished around 6pm and they treated me dinner too! It was such a fun experience since I got to hike up and got slapped and killed. But now I have pain on my leg every time I walk. I think it was because of the climb.
Watch it, it's really funny. Nigel Bushwanker signing out.
So I met up with J at Jolibee and we went to F's house while waiting for M to arrive. When we were at F's house he was ready with his outfit and all which is always a sight to see. Then M arrived and we smuggled the shotgun in. So suspicious! Once everyone was ready, we all enjoyed our jolly somewhat raining trip towards J's farm.
It's unfortunate that it started to rain so in the end we had to wait in the car and they guys started talking about some old cat show where they have rockets but they live in a garbage dump area. I didn't join in because I guess I wasn't born to experience that moment, haha..
When the rain stopped we set off to do the "interview" section of the movie where I was supposedly going to be slapped. I was quite excited because it's my first time to do a slap scene. So we rehearsed a bit and tried to do a couple of fake slap that'll look real but so far our attempts sucked. In the end I convinced F to slap me for real to make it look real. And he did. And it looked good.
Basically the scene is that F is Nigel Bushwanker who is looking for the manananggal so he can kill it but the guide --played by me-- doesn't believe in the creature. That's when he'll slap me, pans camera to him, and he'll shout "you gotta believe!" with his fake Australian accent. Cuts back to me, in shock, saying that I believe in the supernatural being.
Of course F isn't the type of person that hits a woman so first he just pushed my face to the side and we all agreed that it didn't look powerful enough. So, the second time, he slapped me a bit harder but he felt bad and started laughing when he said his line. Awww... he started to apologize and I had to convince him that it was okay. I could've sworn he started tearing up...hmm...
We did more shooting here and there while there's a group that's doing their pre-wedding pictures. They were all dressed up and happy looking. Congratulations, I guess.. Then we all went to another area to go to a hill with a tree where we had to hike up this .. farm area where J grows his aloe vera.. I told them that Indonesians call them "crocodile tongue".. they laughed at me.. :p
It was funny coz J pointed to the right where the tree was at. "That's where we'll be going." Then he lead us to a path going to the left so we were all like, "what? we don't go left to go right." But apparently the path curved to the right so.. yeah..
The climb was pretty dangerous because it there wasn't any proper road and we're just stepping on rocks that are buried within the wet soil. F and M had a hard time going up saying that it's all slippery and stuff. I didn't really have a hard time but they were saying it's because I was much much lighter than both of them. I think they were just giving excuses for being lame.
When we arrived at the tree, it was time where I need to be the manananggal so I acted like my upper torso just landed on my hips and once that was done, I had to be wrapped with blue cloth, like really, tuck in my shirt and then tuck in the blue cloth so in the end I'm surrounded by a blue cloth with the help of M. I couldn't see and I wasn't allowed to move around much otherwise it'll be too hard to key out.
Then comes the dying scene which is simply me getting shot by Nigel Bushwanker and jump off screen. Good thing M was there because he sat down near me and catches me as I fall down. First attempt was lame and slow. It looked fake. Then again it was just for practice. The next couple of time was faster and sometimes I was shocked that when I jumped back someone was there to catch me. Weird, but I was always surprised when suddenly M grabbed me because for some reason, I imagined myself to simply land carefully after I jumped unknowingly backwards.
Once we were done with everything, we carefully slipped back downhill from where we came from -- which was actually more dangerous because it rained again making it more slippery -- and by the time I was done with that trip, the bottom of my sandal was caked with mud so I had to scrape it by doing that srrt srrt walk. Can't seem to remember the english word for it..
We finished around 6pm and they treated me dinner too! It was such a fun experience since I got to hike up and got slapped and killed. But now I have pain on my leg every time I walk. I think it was because of the climb.
Watch it, it's really funny. Nigel Bushwanker signing out.
Dream A Little Dream: Tintin
I did fell in love with the movie Adventures of Tintin when it came out and I would have watched it for the 3rd time in the theater had it not have ran out of screen time. I knew Tintin way before he was a movie. I read his comic books that belonged to my sisters which was in Bahasa Indonesia. At the time he was simply a character drawn in 2D with a dog that has entertaining thoughts.
Once he popped out in the movie, he was much more than a character, he was Tintin, the man Tintin. Oddly enough, it took me several months before I finally dreamt of him.
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I was at an abandoned house along with a man who is apparently my friend. We were searching for a girl who's been having trouble and we were helping her look for something. At some point we were looking at her dog or at her pet. It was quite vague what animal we were looking for but from what I could remember, the missing animal had something to do with a dead person. We knew someone was dead but we didn't see any body. We searched around and eventually we found it and we brought what we found to the person that looked like the mother.
She was going to let us stay longer but then we remembered that we left a dog (that in my mind became Snowy) and a goldfish at home. Apparently we've left the house for days now and we didn't assign anyone to feed them so we got really worried and decided to ride a motorcycle home.
Unfortunately it was raining but it didn't matter. We rode the motorbike anyway and my friend suddenly became Tintin in his signature blue sweater and I rode behind him. Because the road was really slippery due to the rain, I had to hold on tight and I wrapped my arms around him. It felt nice and squee!!
Things suddenly changed and suddenly we were at another place that looked a bit similar to where we were from. This time I was seeing through the eyes of Tintin and it was the time when we just found the item/animal that the girl was looking for and instead of following me and the girl outside of the room, he stayed inside and began searching for the dead man's body.
He found the body underneath a broken wood flooring and turned it around to see what really killed him. At this point, Tintin was looking down, concentrating on searching for clues and he didn't see that someone was behind him and whacked his head, causing him to lose consciousness. I didn't know that he was hidden underneath that floorboard so I wondered where Tintin went but no one around could tell me where he was.
I went around and searched for him, even went into the room where he was hidden at but there was no way for me to know that he was unconscious. In the end I woke up without finding where mickey was.
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I was left with the feeling of longing again and suddenly I was overwhelmed with the aching feeling of wanting to see Tintin or watch the movie again. My head is filled with the thought of Tintin's girlfriend. Of course there wasn't any time in the book I've read that hinted an existence for a love interest / female character that's Tintin's age. All the characters he met in comic books are mostly only for that story and even if they do appear in other comics they're mostly guys with the exclusion of the lovely opera singer.
This made me imagine what it would be like if Tintin were to be my boyfriend / if he were to have a girlfriend. It's much more fun if I get to imagine myself being the girlfriend though. So I'll leave my thought to wonder how Tintin and I get together and what kind of boyfriend he would be.
Once he popped out in the movie, he was much more than a character, he was Tintin, the man Tintin. Oddly enough, it took me several months before I finally dreamt of him.
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I was at an abandoned house along with a man who is apparently my friend. We were searching for a girl who's been having trouble and we were helping her look for something. At some point we were looking at her dog or at her pet. It was quite vague what animal we were looking for but from what I could remember, the missing animal had something to do with a dead person. We knew someone was dead but we didn't see any body. We searched around and eventually we found it and we brought what we found to the person that looked like the mother.
She was going to let us stay longer but then we remembered that we left a dog (that in my mind became Snowy) and a goldfish at home. Apparently we've left the house for days now and we didn't assign anyone to feed them so we got really worried and decided to ride a motorcycle home.
Unfortunately it was raining but it didn't matter. We rode the motorbike anyway and my friend suddenly became Tintin in his signature blue sweater and I rode behind him. Because the road was really slippery due to the rain, I had to hold on tight and I wrapped my arms around him. It felt nice and squee!!
Things suddenly changed and suddenly we were at another place that looked a bit similar to where we were from. This time I was seeing through the eyes of Tintin and it was the time when we just found the item/animal that the girl was looking for and instead of following me and the girl outside of the room, he stayed inside and began searching for the dead man's body.
He found the body underneath a broken wood flooring and turned it around to see what really killed him. At this point, Tintin was looking down, concentrating on searching for clues and he didn't see that someone was behind him and whacked his head, causing him to lose consciousness. I didn't know that he was hidden underneath that floorboard so I wondered where Tintin went but no one around could tell me where he was.
I went around and searched for him, even went into the room where he was hidden at but there was no way for me to know that he was unconscious. In the end I woke up without finding where mickey was.
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I was left with the feeling of longing again and suddenly I was overwhelmed with the aching feeling of wanting to see Tintin or watch the movie again. My head is filled with the thought of Tintin's girlfriend. Of course there wasn't any time in the book I've read that hinted an existence for a love interest / female character that's Tintin's age. All the characters he met in comic books are mostly only for that story and even if they do appear in other comics they're mostly guys with the exclusion of the lovely opera singer.
This made me imagine what it would be like if Tintin were to be my boyfriend / if he were to have a girlfriend. It's much more fun if I get to imagine myself being the girlfriend though. So I'll leave my thought to wonder how Tintin and I get together and what kind of boyfriend he would be.
Mar 2, 2012
Dream A Little Dream: Water
From what I remember, this dream was influenced by my weekend trip at Danasan since there was a time where I was swimming with my clothes on. Let me try to recount the dream steps:
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I was on a journey towards some place. It was dark so I guess it was night time. There were a lot of cars, particularly jeepneys, so I guess I was in the Philippines this time. Me and a couple of my friends were desperate to get to wherever we were supposed to be.
Cut to: My friend P was there and T.. I was swimming or at least I was floating around at the edge where they were sitting. Then I saw from afar there was a video playing on the sky and it's reflected on the water surface. I was so excited because it was the Sinulog short film that was submitted by T's group. I told P that there's a reflection and pointed at where it was.
All the while, I know that by the side of the pool/water area, is my crush and as I animate around with my friends, I was secretly hoping that he would find me interesting and like me back.
Then I invited P to join in the swimming but he refused. "Come on, P!" I forced him as I pulled his sandals off his feet. Instead, he took it and smacked my head with it, pushing me deeper into the water. We both laughed at the stupidity and started mocking each other.
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And then I woke up.
It's quite a short dream because I'm slowly losing the memory of it but I tried to write it down anyway because it left me feeling that oddness again.
Mind you, I have many "crush" that I enjoy stalking but none of them are any that I want to "pursue". I do have a boyfriend at the moment and I'm very happy being with him. I do tell him when I like a certain guy, but I explained that it's just a crush.
The reason why I like having "crushes" is so that I get to feel all teenage girl giddy again, where i'd go "oh my god, I'm in the same room as he is!". It's a nice feeling. I use it to write stories or songs. It makes me feel like a girl. When they say "you'll never forget your first love", I say "you'll never forget the giddy love rush". Come butterflies, stay in my tummy forever.
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I was on a journey towards some place. It was dark so I guess it was night time. There were a lot of cars, particularly jeepneys, so I guess I was in the Philippines this time. Me and a couple of my friends were desperate to get to wherever we were supposed to be.
Cut to: My friend P was there and T.. I was swimming or at least I was floating around at the edge where they were sitting. Then I saw from afar there was a video playing on the sky and it's reflected on the water surface. I was so excited because it was the Sinulog short film that was submitted by T's group. I told P that there's a reflection and pointed at where it was.
All the while, I know that by the side of the pool/water area, is my crush and as I animate around with my friends, I was secretly hoping that he would find me interesting and like me back.
Then I invited P to join in the swimming but he refused. "Come on, P!" I forced him as I pulled his sandals off his feet. Instead, he took it and smacked my head with it, pushing me deeper into the water. We both laughed at the stupidity and started mocking each other.
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And then I woke up.
It's quite a short dream because I'm slowly losing the memory of it but I tried to write it down anyway because it left me feeling that oddness again.
Mind you, I have many "crush" that I enjoy stalking but none of them are any that I want to "pursue". I do have a boyfriend at the moment and I'm very happy being with him. I do tell him when I like a certain guy, but I explained that it's just a crush.
The reason why I like having "crushes" is so that I get to feel all teenage girl giddy again, where i'd go "oh my god, I'm in the same room as he is!". It's a nice feeling. I use it to write stories or songs. It makes me feel like a girl. When they say "you'll never forget your first love", I say "you'll never forget the giddy love rush". Come butterflies, stay in my tummy forever.
Feb 29, 2012
Dream A Little Dream
There are those times where I would wake up from a dream and I would feel this weight on my heart, like a sadness or a longing of romance. Usually that happened after I dreamt of a guy who may/may not be acting all prince charming where I will be romantically involved with him or not. Nothing graphic. At most, just kissing.
Good thing I'm the type of person that can remember my dreams. It disappears eventually and the odd parts that are hard to explain will eventually disappear but the overall idea is still there. Here's one I recently dreamt of.
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I came home from Indonesia and I'm at this hotel-like place with a very complicated elevator. Somehow my ex-crush is there, let's call him R. The me in my dream knows that he's one of my friend so I greeted him like how you would a friend that you haven't seen in a long time. But R was acting as if we haven't been separated in fact, he went and held my hand. Even I was confused as to why he was doing that. It felt like R thinks that we were together.
I thought to myself, "okay, maybe something happened somewhere and somehow we ended up dating. I'll just play along. It is a dream afterall." Yes, I actually knew that it was a dream so I played along. Basically what happened, is that R was my boyfriend, and he was escorting me home at this hotel where my room is only reachable from this particular elevator. R was being a decent boyfriend too, he would come close to me, smile, put his head against mine, I'd hold his hand, he'd wrap his arms around me and all that.
However, somehow, we got dragged into a mafia party and for some reason, we seemed to have pissed the mafia boss off and now we are being chased around while we try to blend and ride the elevator to get out of the hotel.
This is the part where it gets all fuzzy because all I can remember is hotel, lobby and exiting the place. Then suddenly R isn't with me and I was lost... Then I can't remember... and I was awake...
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When I wake up, I would try to go back to sleep and replay the dream. That's actually the best part because I get to change the story, add my own version and mix them up. And since I like writing stories, this is the thing that keeps me from getting up and can actually make me upset if someone's bothering my train of thoughts but of course I won't show it especially if that person is my boyfriend :p
It's one of those rare moments that I'd like to enjoy while that odd feeling is still in my heart.. Can you blame me?
Good thing I'm the type of person that can remember my dreams. It disappears eventually and the odd parts that are hard to explain will eventually disappear but the overall idea is still there. Here's one I recently dreamt of.
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I came home from Indonesia and I'm at this hotel-like place with a very complicated elevator. Somehow my ex-crush is there, let's call him R. The me in my dream knows that he's one of my friend so I greeted him like how you would a friend that you haven't seen in a long time. But R was acting as if we haven't been separated in fact, he went and held my hand. Even I was confused as to why he was doing that. It felt like R thinks that we were together.
I thought to myself, "okay, maybe something happened somewhere and somehow we ended up dating. I'll just play along. It is a dream afterall." Yes, I actually knew that it was a dream so I played along. Basically what happened, is that R was my boyfriend, and he was escorting me home at this hotel where my room is only reachable from this particular elevator. R was being a decent boyfriend too, he would come close to me, smile, put his head against mine, I'd hold his hand, he'd wrap his arms around me and all that.
However, somehow, we got dragged into a mafia party and for some reason, we seemed to have pissed the mafia boss off and now we are being chased around while we try to blend and ride the elevator to get out of the hotel.
This is the part where it gets all fuzzy because all I can remember is hotel, lobby and exiting the place. Then suddenly R isn't with me and I was lost... Then I can't remember... and I was awake...
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When I wake up, I would try to go back to sleep and replay the dream. That's actually the best part because I get to change the story, add my own version and mix them up. And since I like writing stories, this is the thing that keeps me from getting up and can actually make me upset if someone's bothering my train of thoughts but of course I won't show it especially if that person is my boyfriend :p
It's one of those rare moments that I'd like to enjoy while that odd feeling is still in my heart.. Can you blame me?
Weekend Trip
This weekend was a birthday trip of a friend and he invited us to go to a place called Danasan in Danao, Philippines. So we meet up at Jolibee and drove several hours to reach the place. I was actually looking forward to it since we'll be doing caving and trekking and waterfalls. I love doing those things!
However, I did not expect the cave to be painfully sharp and challenging. It was one of those underwater cave of course, so we had to wear a life jacket, helmet and some even got one of those head flashlight thingies. Once you're inside, you have to hold on to this rope because it was pretty deep. Just a few splashes away, you already had to climb up with the help of the guide and that was pretty hard to do if you're not used to it.
Another hard one to pass is the drop and roll part. We had to lie down and roll slowly since the cave path is so slim. That area was pretty painful because the surface wasn't smooth at all. I got my share of bruise from there especially my butt. But once we reached the end of the cave, it was so huge and very.. cave-y.. I can't really explain it nor can I put up a picture because I suck like that..
Then we had to go back to where we came from.. One of my friend had plenty of bleeding scratches by the time we were outside. We were all telling her to put on band aids and stuff but she kept on insisting she's fine because she's used to being clumsy like that. Of course, we ignored her and sprayed alcohol and slapped some band aids anyway.
The ride to the waterfall was pretty tiring and hurtful. We were all bunched up in a .. huge thing that you'd see attached to the back of a truck but with wheels. Then a tractor just pulls it and we'd go through all these rough hills and rough roads. I was shooting for a friend so I wasn't able to hold on and every time there was a bump, I pretty much hit it with my bones and it hurt real bad.
But the whole travel felt like it was worth it when I saw the stream and the waterfall. I felt like Pocahontas. I jumped here and there, tread through water just to be able to reach the waterfall. It was beautiful and, like any waterfalls, there was that place where you can go cannonball at. I didn't jump, I just swam and felt like I was in the wild, enjoying every second of it. It was very fun! Too bad we weren't able to stay that long because it was getting late. I was sad.. But in the end it was still a fun experience.
The next day, all I did was zip lining and horseback riding. The saddle they put on the horse wasn't so tight so I kept worrying when I leaned too much on the side. Especially since we were passing by a no road area. The horse I was riding on looked like it was tired and the guide just pulled it without seeming like he cared about the health of the horse. Poor dear... Now I want a horse...
Overall, it was a fun trip despite being sick and alone-like.. I did get to see shooting stars because they set up tents outside and we all put our mattress while hanging out, sharing ghosts stories, and all that. It makes me sad to think that it might be the last thing I'll be doing with the bunch since I'll be leaving soon.. Boohoo..
However, I did not expect the cave to be painfully sharp and challenging. It was one of those underwater cave of course, so we had to wear a life jacket, helmet and some even got one of those head flashlight thingies. Once you're inside, you have to hold on to this rope because it was pretty deep. Just a few splashes away, you already had to climb up with the help of the guide and that was pretty hard to do if you're not used to it.
Another hard one to pass is the drop and roll part. We had to lie down and roll slowly since the cave path is so slim. That area was pretty painful because the surface wasn't smooth at all. I got my share of bruise from there especially my butt. But once we reached the end of the cave, it was so huge and very.. cave-y.. I can't really explain it nor can I put up a picture because I suck like that..
Then we had to go back to where we came from.. One of my friend had plenty of bleeding scratches by the time we were outside. We were all telling her to put on band aids and stuff but she kept on insisting she's fine because she's used to being clumsy like that. Of course, we ignored her and sprayed alcohol and slapped some band aids anyway.
The ride to the waterfall was pretty tiring and hurtful. We were all bunched up in a .. huge thing that you'd see attached to the back of a truck but with wheels. Then a tractor just pulls it and we'd go through all these rough hills and rough roads. I was shooting for a friend so I wasn't able to hold on and every time there was a bump, I pretty much hit it with my bones and it hurt real bad.
But the whole travel felt like it was worth it when I saw the stream and the waterfall. I felt like Pocahontas. I jumped here and there, tread through water just to be able to reach the waterfall. It was beautiful and, like any waterfalls, there was that place where you can go cannonball at. I didn't jump, I just swam and felt like I was in the wild, enjoying every second of it. It was very fun! Too bad we weren't able to stay that long because it was getting late. I was sad.. But in the end it was still a fun experience.
The next day, all I did was zip lining and horseback riding. The saddle they put on the horse wasn't so tight so I kept worrying when I leaned too much on the side. Especially since we were passing by a no road area. The horse I was riding on looked like it was tired and the guide just pulled it without seeming like he cared about the health of the horse. Poor dear... Now I want a horse...
Overall, it was a fun trip despite being sick and alone-like.. I did get to see shooting stars because they set up tents outside and we all put our mattress while hanging out, sharing ghosts stories, and all that. It makes me sad to think that it might be the last thing I'll be doing with the bunch since I'll be leaving soon.. Boohoo..
Feb 24, 2012
Boy Bands, Girl Bands, Goodbye Originality
I've been in the Philippines for 3 years now and I'm dragging the days where I'll have to go home.. which is soon. I should start planning on how to get all my stuff out from here. I'll miss my apartment here.. It's quite cheap for the comfort of the place. Don't think there will be any better apartment that I'll find for such price back home.
When I decided to browse videos on youtube, I saw on the "suggestion" box was a channel called standupcomedyindo and one of the guys was talking about a boy band group called "smash" so I was curious and I searched it. I'll regret it forever...
SM*SH which, according to wikipedia, stands for Seven Men as Seven Heroes. Oh dear god. Of course this pushed me to to look up on at least one of their music video and I did.
Mind you, the kind of laugh I had was the type that's confused on whether it's crying or laughing. It was so horribly funny and sad at the same time. It just made me not want to go home..
Curiosity kills the cat or stabs you in the heart and eyes when I decide to go further. I typed "boy band indonesia" on google search and out came a list of boy band / girl band there are.
I can say I only liked 1 group which is "Kilau" because they're the least at trying to be K-pop / cute. They're experienced dancers that danced for big pop artist in Indonesia so they're not "young" and "fresh" and used as dolls to make money. Too bad the music video I saw was of a cover song they did. But after seeing the original songs that the other group did, I'd still choose Kilau any time.
I put pictures of them and sopa might bust me.. Then again, who cares?
When I decided to browse videos on youtube, I saw on the "suggestion" box was a channel called standupcomedyindo and one of the guys was talking about a boy band group called "smash" so I was curious and I searched it. I'll regret it forever...
SM*SH which, according to wikipedia, stands for Seven Men as Seven Heroes. Oh dear god. Of course this pushed me to to look up on at least one of their music video and I did.I pretty much laughed throughout the clip. It's not that they're comedic.. it's just that.. the video is filled with a bunch of highschool / young looking boys with "white skin", some with bleached hair, singing about love. It's so unoriginal, copying K-pop, with it's occasional English sentence and don't forget the rap part.
That, I think, is the best part because I laughed and played it over and over again.Mind you, the kind of laugh I had was the type that's confused on whether it's crying or laughing. It was so horribly funny and sad at the same time. It just made me not want to go home..
Curiosity kills the cat or stabs you in the heart and eyes when I decide to go further. I typed "boy band indonesia" on google search and out came a list of boy band / girl band there are.
I can say I only liked 1 group which is "Kilau" because they're the least at trying to be K-pop / cute. They're experienced dancers that danced for big pop artist in Indonesia so they're not "young" and "fresh" and used as dolls to make money. Too bad the music video I saw was of a cover song they did. But after seeing the original songs that the other group did, I'd still choose Kilau any time.I put pictures of them and sopa might bust me.. Then again, who cares?
Feb 23, 2012
Bend The Metal
As I was looking through my notebook, I noticed that I have a tendency to write short bits of sentence, along with the date it was written. Usually it involves ideas for songs or for stories where story ideas will be numerous short idea points / plot points. One of the things I saw earlier was about a song idea. It commented on how I liked the sound of the word "bend the metal".
Going back through the folders in my memory box in my head, I remember that I wrote this when I was buying a battery for my lomo camera. I had a conversation with the person I was with and he said "bend the metal" and it sounded nice so I wrote it down.
It was already late at night, for me, though maybe not for some, and I was supposed to be sleeping soon since I have work in a couple of hours. In the end, I picked up my guitar and started to find a way to make a song out of it.
And so far, here are the lyrics that I got:
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Though you are thinking that you'll never go so far,
Though you are saying that you're happy where you are.
Don't doubt yourself. No matter, no matter who you are.
Don't you care what the people expect you to be
Don't you dare be the one they try to make you be
Coz you set your way..
Like a hero in the movies..
Believe in yourself, be strong
You can be anyone
Bend the metal, you're strong
You can do anything
Coz you are who you are;
superhero of the day, who's to say..
You can bend the metal..
---
I tried to upload a video of me singing it.. but it seems like i can't.. something about me having to post it on youtube first then upload it. So i said, no. I don't want it on my youtube, ergo, I was gonna post it here. Technology and human mind can .. be .. have .. smash-them-all-together-and-go-back-to-stone-age kind of effect ..
Going back through the folders in my memory box in my head, I remember that I wrote this when I was buying a battery for my lomo camera. I had a conversation with the person I was with and he said "bend the metal" and it sounded nice so I wrote it down.
It was already late at night, for me, though maybe not for some, and I was supposed to be sleeping soon since I have work in a couple of hours. In the end, I picked up my guitar and started to find a way to make a song out of it.
And so far, here are the lyrics that I got:
---
Though you are thinking that you'll never go so far,
Though you are saying that you're happy where you are.
Don't doubt yourself. No matter, no matter who you are.
Don't you care what the people expect you to be
Don't you dare be the one they try to make you be
Coz you set your way..
Like a hero in the movies..
Believe in yourself, be strong
You can be anyone
Bend the metal, you're strong
You can do anything
Coz you are who you are;
superhero of the day, who's to say..
You can bend the metal..
---
I tried to upload a video of me singing it.. but it seems like i can't.. something about me having to post it on youtube first then upload it. So i said, no. I don't want it on my youtube, ergo, I was gonna post it here. Technology and human mind can .. be .. have .. smash-them-all-together-and-go-back-to-stone-age kind of effect ..
And So I Start
My dear little public diary,
So i finally got myself into getting serious about this whole music thing. I mean why not? I have the product, I have the tools, I have the technology so why not I combine all these things and BAM SLAM a video tune.
It's good to finally push myself into staring at the camera screen and voice out some tralalas. I may need to work out on my speech thus why I shall not go there just yet. I'll stick with typing. I like seeing my words better than hearing them. In due time, though, I shall hear them unmelodiously. Is that a made up word?
I've been listing in my head about what songs / music vids I have finished so that I can put them on youtube. Too bad I don't have internet connection at home or this all will be so much easier. I think I'll go back to my notebook and list them one more time.
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