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2014-11-03 11:26 pm

Ibig kong makita ang isang lalaki sa panunungkulan...

I'm sleepy. Tired. Both. I really don't know what to write, despite the many things that happened today.

Do I write about my slight panic, as I woke up an hour & a half after my alarm clock rang the first time? It didn't matter. I wasn't late for my class. However, I wasn't able to accomplish the things I sad I would before I attended class.

Do I write about my CWTS class? About how we had new groupings which didn't make sense because we were already grouped together before? About how we played the name game I already experienced once before? About how we elected a team leader and came up with a literally cheezy team name? Or about how it looks like I'm going to be really tuckered out because of the activities, not that I'll particularly mind? About how I found what my pace factor is? What about how I watched the instructors rappel down the tower in the various ways I'm going to learn eventually?

Do I write about our theatre class photoshoot? About how there were only a few people who went? About how my wig fit me pretty well? About how I struggled to fit into the long gown that I had no trouble wearing not too long ago? About how I told myself I would lose weight before the production date? About how I just experimented with the makeup I had and how well it turned out?

Or how about my audition? How about that? Shall I write about how I was driving almost recklessly, as I removed my photoshoot makeup while on the road? Shall I write about how I asked a stranger if I was in the right building, even though I knew I was? About how I was early for my audition? About how the person who was supposed to be in the timeslot before me wasn't there yet and how I was asked to go ahead, even though I was supposed to go in about 10 minutes later? Do I talk about how little time I had to be nervous? About how nice the panel was, and about what they asked me? Do I talk about how hard it was for me to pick a song to stick to? Do I talk about how quick the audition felt and how much shorter it was than my drive to get there?

Do I talk about our rehearsal for theatre? About how we managed to get a room despite asking for it only that morning? About how I wasn't able to study my script as well as I wanted to? Do I write about my classmates helping me out by giving me ideas as to how I could make my Mary Sue-esque character more round? About how I implemented a couple of things I learned during the workshop I took over the summer?

Or do I write about what I had to do as soon as I got home? Shall I write about the lack of rest for the wicked?

I wonder. Maybe I'll write about my title. How it's the first part of a poem I'm supposed to read for another class.

Or maybe I'll just go to sleep.
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2014-11-02 09:23 pm

You're working on it, all right?

I sit on my bed, wondering what to write for the 2nd day of my challenge. It occurs to me that the past couple of days were quite interesting and so I decide to do that.

I then realise that the past two days were mostly spent shopping for clothes. "Perhaps maybe in a narrative form?" I think to myself. The challenge tonight is to make the shopping interesting. Let's do that.

----

Belfyre entered the recently-opened H&M, trailing after her mother and aunts who had, in their excitement, run into the store. "Why is everything so bright," she asked herself, willing her eyes not to squint in the glare of artificial lighting reflected on shiny white floor tiles.

The first pieces of clothing she sees are dresses and blouses, neither of which she wore often. She did like how surprised people would be when she did wear them, and kept a few choice pieces she could wear over and over without offending the fashion gods. Not that she worshiped them like some of her friends did. She respected them without feeling the need to appease them constantly.

After reminding her mother that she didn't need yet another striped shirt, she went on to explore the rest of the store. Well, the rest of the front. Spotting the escalator towards the rear, she wondered just how many clothes were designed so they could fit the whole area.

Going from one rack of clothing to another, she deemed most of the clothes either too-old looking, too formal, too casual, or 'just not me'. Until she set her eyes on a black faux leather jacket. She fell in love instantly.

The sheen on the faux leather was just enough to be eye-catching, but not so much as to make the whole ensemble look tacky. The zipper pockets were large enough for her hands to comfortably rest inside. Any way she would wear it, whether just on, zipped up halfway or up to the end, made her looked like a Greaser with a capital G for the musical. She loved it. Then she looked at the price tag.

Her mind raced. There has /got/ to be a way for her to own that jacket. Knowing these stores, they'll either run out of her size, run out of stock completely, or change collection soon. She couldn't look for it in other stores because that was the only H&M in the country so far. And then it clicked.

Her birthday was near. She then whipped out her phone and texted her dad, asking him if the jacket could be his gift to her. Seconds later, her father called, asking if she was willing to get the faux leather jacket instead of the Portal bag from ThinkGeek she asked for a few days before. Belfer paused. She had forgotten about that particular request. "Bag or jacket," she thought. "Bag or jacket or bag or jacket or bag or jacket?"

"Jacket," she said firmly, clutching her phone. "I want the jacket, please." She knows she could get the bag some other time. It's usually available, which is something the jacket isn't. Her father allowed it.

That evening, she put on her sweet loot and smiled, thinking about all the cosplay she could now do with that jacket.

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I stare at how I ended that little entry and cringe. However it is almost 10pm and as I have a lot of things to do tomorrow, I let it be.

I had chosen a title for this entry based on a Homestuck fanfic I'm currently reading. Although I really shouldn't because there are other things I should be reading.
belfyre: (neutral)
2014-11-02 12:27 am

Feliza: Kung ikaw at si Honesto ay maanyayahan sa isang piging...

You are now BELFYRE. That's a silly statement. You've always been Belfyre.

Around 2 hours ago, you finished reading a particularly heartbreaking Homestuck fanfic. That explains the strange writing style you've decided to indulge in right now.

Around 2 days ago, you saw your friends freak out about NaNoWriMo, and decided that while jumping in and writing a novel from scratch with absolutely no plot in mind and no confidence that you would reach 50k words in 30 days, you decided that maybe 500 words a day would be a good start.

So here you are, on the 2nd of November, writing a blog entry. You noticed that 2s are becoming a thing, and you kind of want to continue it, but that would just be annoying and obnoxious.

You think about what to write, not just now, but for the rest of the month. Or the rest of your life. Hopefully the latter. You /do/ want to polish your writing skills in some way. You decide that coming up with ways to make your life sound interesting for 30 days would be a great challenge, but you don't want to push it. Anything would do then. Fanfic ideas, random realisations, interesting things that happened, things people said. You suppose the current challenge is to keep this up.

You check how many words you've typed up and you aren't even halfway to finishing your goal. You slowly rack your thinkpan for interesting things to say. Maybe you'll talk about your day? Oh! A thought has just struck you. You'll talk about Halloween. Well. Not Halloween exactly, but what you did during that particular day.

You are now Belfyre. Well. You're still Belfyre, but the Belfyre of the morning of the 31st of October. You start the day right and eat some breakfast. You and your mother then go to the grocery to grab candy. Can't have trick or treaters come by and be unprepared for that. You also take the opportunity to buy eyeshadow, lipstick, and pancake syrup, all of which contributed to your bitchin' costume. But that's for later. At the counter, the line is slow. The person in front of you must have bought stuff for their store. Actually, when you look at the other counters, several other store-owners must have bought stuff to sell. You and your mom swear never to go to that grocery again unless absolutely necesssary.

It is 2pm on the 31st of October, and you are microwaving gelatin. For your face. The night before, you watched a tutorial on how to make a fake Glasgow smile, and found a recipe for the scar stuff that only needed powdered gelatin, water, and corn syrup. Unfortunately, in your country, corn syrup is not a thing that is easily found on grocery shelves, so you settled for the pancake syrup that apparently contained corn syrup. You thought it was a slightly acceptable substitute since it smelled better than the video described. It did take you 4 tries to make it sticky enough, but hey. 4th time's the charm. Current!Belfer remembers that 2x2=4 and goddamnit you said you'd stop with the multitude of twos.

It is 4pm (ugh) on the 31st of October, and you are applying the cheap eyeshadow onto the gelatin mix on your face. It's a bit of a struggle, because the gelatin would move a bit too easily, and you only had cotton buds to apply the color, but eventually, you turn yourself into a mad doctor with a glasgow smile. You actually have no idea if those were a thing, but hey, if it scares the kids, you're good.

It is 6pm on the 31st of October, and there's a bunch of people lined up outside your makeshift tent wanting to scare their pants off. It doesn't work so well because the music isn't on, but eventually creepy beats begin their echo and soon you're scaring pair after pair of children who dare go into your tent as you thrust a bloody arm inside your patient's organs as you search for a treat. You really wish your brother would scream louder but he isn't cooperating.

It is 7pm on the 31st of October and you're done scaring children. You are the mad doctor. It is you.

It is 8pm on the 31st of October and you've removed your makeup and put it away. You've showered and you are enjoying a bowl of banana cream pie that your mom made, although it was a bit too wide. And the caramel was a bit too sticky. But it tasted good nonetheless.

It is 1230am on the 2nd of November and you think you could have done better, and plan to do so next year.

You currently have a lot of irons in the fire and wow good job you've added one more by doing this writing thing. Good thing your patron troll is at her strongest and you are feeling waves of awesome as you end your first entry for your daily writing stint.

The title for your entry is your first line in this script you're supposed to have memorised in 2 days. You wish yourself luck.
belfyre: (neutral)
2014-10-24 10:34 pm

The room is filled with uneven moonlight

It's been a while since I last posted an entry. I've wanted to write something multiple times, but for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to. Now, I'm happily full because of the best-tasting sushi I've ever had so far, and I'm in that comfortable zone between sleepy and not. I (think I) have a lot of things to talk about, so might as well get started, eh?

Ambition

About a week ago I came to the realisation that if I would choose between taking up medicine and pursuing a career in theatre, I wouldn't be happy. I then decided to take up the challenge of accomplishing both. Within minutes I had a 3-year plan. Approximately. It's not easy, I know. It'll be a long and hard road, but to be able to pursue both of my passions, it's going to be worth it. I should probably make a checklist somewhere visible (I already have one in my planner). Forensic Pathology and Theatre. Not the most common of combinations, eh? I won't lie; I'm terrified and excited.

Friendship

I reconnected with a friend of mine yesterday. We mostly stopped talking to each other about a year and a half before because of quadrant vacillations, but a few weeks ago, I tried reaching out. We began to chat again, and yesterday, we watched a play together. Well, ate dinner, watched a play and tried stargazing. It was a pretty great way to reconnect and de-stress, since he had a heavy week ahead of him and I hadn't had the chance to go out because of my theatre shows. Personally, I didn't feel any awkward silences; only comfortable ones because there wasn't any point in saying anything. I'm glad I kind of took the chance. It isn't the same as before, but that would have been asking for too much. But hey! Got my friend back. Pretty neat.

Karma

I wanted to laugh, but I'm a nice person.

Acceptance?

My last entry was a bit of a flush-rage rant. I did go on that swim, and I did feel better afterwards. I think I've more-or-less accepted that the chances of anything happening are slim. Basically hoping for the best and expecting the worst. I don't know when to stop waiting though. That's pretty dangerous.

I think I've crossed to the realm of tiredness now. I should get to bed. I have a three-show day ahead of me tomorrow. HAPPINESS AND ENERGY!

Title from The Listener by Shira Nayman. One of the 50Php books I got. It's not boring, but it isn't particularly gripping either. Well. I'm only on the first 100 pages, so I can't completely judge it yet.
belfyre: (accomplished)
2014-09-14 10:12 pm

Maybe it was because most adults did not show their feelings on their faces

The past three days were intense and fun, so I think I'll write about all three of them.

Friday: I could barely concentrate throughout the day because I was incredibly excited for the Acquaintance Party! o(≧∇≦o) There was a lot of preparing to do, and I even had to drive home to get wires for the sound system. Anyway, after the whole set-up, we surprised our president with a thing, and then the actual party began. Inductees were inducted, sigsheets were given out, dances were performed. It was an all-around blast. I was wearing a barong the entire night (it was pretty hot though), because the theme was "Pistahan". There weren't as many attendees compared to last year though. 【・_・?】
After the Acquaintance Party, we headed to the afterparty at Ira's house. I thought we got lost because the streets had no names and there weren't any streetlamps anywhere. Scaaaary. ٩(´Д` ;)۶:.* We killed a bit of time sharing scary stories inside the stalled car. I didn't stay long at the actual afterparty. We only began around 11, and I had to go home by 12. I got home around 12:30.

Saturday: Started the day as early as 5:30 am to get ready for my 10:30 show all the way in Makati. I still have no idea where I got the energy. ( ̄^ ̄) I had 2 shows that day. After performing, I went home, then went out to my aunt's house for dinner. My uncle was going to leave for Myanmar, so we gathered for a despedida. Food was great as always, and my dad brought Silver Patron. We kept talking (mostly about TV shows, comics) while taking shots (I had 6), then I tried to help out my cousin with her baking. (Tried. I couldn't spread the cinnamon+sugar combo properly because my hand-eye coordination was going to shit.) Patron has this cool but really annoying effect (we call it traydor (traitor)) where while you're drinking it, it feels fine, but then BOOM. THE DRUNKENNESS. (-‸ლ) It was my first time to drink to the point of throwing up (good thing it was with family, and I didn't make a mess or anything). Went to sleep around 10:30.

Sunday: Woke up feeling slightly woozy. ((((*。_。)_ I guess that's what they call a hangover. Had to leave the house around 10:30 to get to Makati. It was only my dad and I since the rest of the house people didn't want to go out. We had ramen for lunch. The place wasn't anything special. We gave it 3 stars. Then I performed again. With a hangover. Achievement unlocked. Then we had tapsilog (usually eaten for breakfast) for dinner. And now I'm reading a PW fanfic (hence the title) and I have no classes tomorrow! ☆*:.。. o(≧▽≦)o .。.:*☆

G'night~
belfyre: (happy)
2014-09-09 09:38 pm

there goes a stray bomb... orz

Today was pretty chill despite being a school day. I did the SNK workout early in the morning, then spent a lot of time preparing for the presentations I had today.

My professor in my Shakespeare class had a meeting, so we spent the time watching this BBC animation of A Midsummer Night's Dream. I kept commenting (mostly in my head, but sometimes I can't help but go ლ(ಠ_ಠლ) at the story. Really. EVERYONE magically decides to SLEEP IN A FOREST. DO THEY NOT HAVE ANY SENSE OF SELF-PRESERVATION? I THINK NOT.) on the smallest details. Like "Where did that collar thing come from" "That shade of pink? Really?" "You boasty bastard" "I don't understaaaaaaand"

Theatre class was the most stressful among my classes today: we had a dialogue presentation, and we were to go last. THE PRESSURE. We did pretty well though, so that's a relief.
(*´▽`*)

For my literature class, my group was also supposed to present but WE WEREN'T READY. We had a plan, props, a translated text, but we've never put it all together. Luckily, our professor didn't show up (I do wish she'd left a note or something, that way we wouldn't have spent 30 minutes wondering if she would attend), so we used the time left to practice. Our story is crazy long. Bits of it don't even make sense to me. (−_−;)

After my classes, my mom brought me to the chiropractor, who literally streched me out. She was pulling and pushing parts of my body here and there and I actually grew about an inch! (」゜ロ゜)」She also straightened my back a bit. It was like getting a weird massage because of all the cracking noises my bones were making ( O_O ; ) She also told me to stop the SNK workout because all the high-intensity things would compress my spine. (⊙﹏⊙✿)

Then we had TEA~! We went to TWG. It was my first time there so I was really excited.
(ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧ I was honestly smiling the whole time. We had two types of tea, and while waiting for our food I was going around and sniffing different blends. I should definitely save up for a tin.

That's all for this entry!

Today's title was taken from Train Man, by Hitori Nakano. I'm rereading the book because it's one of the few romance novels I honestly like. The story is cute, and the format of the story itself feels like something both fictional and plausible. Also why I'm kind of trigger-happy with the emoticons tonight.
belfyre: (tired)
2014-09-03 06:06 pm

Now now spirit! whither wander you?

I created this Dreamwidth... site? blog? page? thing a couple of days ago. Bit of a whim, really. Considering I'm not usually one to post my thoughts online. Then again, I thought: hey, it's a new site. No one's going to come look at this.

...yeah right. Sooner or later, someone will. But I won't be linking this to any of my other sites... maybe except AO3.

I'm in this for the fandom (particularly for the Phoenix Wright Kink Meme), though you'll probably find me talking about other things every now and then. Don't know how often I'll be updating this though.

I'm only taking a break for now. I have reports and presentations tomorrow, and I've got to be ready. (Kind of worried about my dialogue though. 2 days to memorise? Yikes!)

Anyway, I best be off. Now to go and read A Midsummer Night's Dream for another class. It's all about Shakespeare, and I swear, my professor is brilliant. You know how there are teachers who know their stuff but can't teach? She can. It's amazing.

I think I'll use lines from whatever I'm reading for my titles. If I'm not reading anything, there's something wrong with me.