tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34505492011-04-21T16:12:14.152-07:00true love >> starcast ver. 19 [tsubasa reservoir chronicle]Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513172270221867331noreply@blogger.comBlogger2981100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1120301723477086042005-07-02T03:55:00.000-07:002005-07-02T03:55:23.573-07:00part 1 ng isang sulat na tila yata dapat hindi ko na ipinadala 'Yung mga sulat mo, naitago kong lahat. Nasa kahong pinaglagyan mo ng birthday gift ko noon ang lahat ng pangako mong nabitawan at nailapat sa papel, na para bang mga kontrata mong pinirmahan, hindi mo na mababawi, hindi mo na mabubura. Akin na ang mga iyon kasama ng isa't kalahating taong dami ng alaala, isa't kalahating taonShirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1119433780870547692005-06-22T02:49:00.000-07:002005-06-22T02:49:40.943-07:00tired. dead. and wanting a tiramisu meltdown. badly. that dispensed with, i heard a song over the radio today. one line jumped at me: i'm tired and i want somewhere to begin. that's apt. happy to report that i aced whatever phys. exam return demos i had the chance to deal with. six more next week. oh, and resigned from the class president job. gilbert's the new president! hahaha. ^_^Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1118519185117249872005-06-11T12:18:00.000-07:002005-06-11T12:46:25.130-07:00i want the Tagalog theme of "All About Eve". now. very seriously. what? maganda naman yung kanta a. so nanood na kami ni ate Maia ng Sin City kanina. wala akong ibang sasabihin sa inyo kundi panoorin ninyo ang pelikulang ito! now na now na. sigh. it's a little late for me to still be here. but what's a girl to do, after all? uminit ang ulo ko the other day. kasama ko siya, nanood kami ng mr. and Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1118294795600457912005-06-08T22:26:00.000-07:002005-06-08T22:26:35.600-07:00yahoooo. ganda ng bagong template ko! wagi! may tagboard na po sa ibaba at binago ko na po ang commenting sysytem. yaaaaay. magagamit ko na ulit ang blog na ito!Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1118294053088442622005-06-08T22:14:00.000-07:002005-06-08T22:14:13.093-07:00Haloscan commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1116839174662083362005-05-23T02:06:00.000-07:002005-05-23T02:06:14.710-07:00Take the How Well Do You Know Iris Quiz!Shirleynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1116676351031202292005-05-21T04:52:00.000-07:002005-05-21T04:55:46.893-07:00how much can a girl take, i've asked myself (and flist) here, time and again. mostly, it was school issues, and things about my ex.well, history seems to want to repeat itself-- said ex wants to, again, drop out of school. also, move out of his parents' house and find a job. he told me when he fetched me yesterday from my condo, over mcflurry and strawberry float. i raised an eyebrow and felt an Shirleynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1116572128340074272005-05-19T23:55:00.000-07:002005-05-19T23:55:28.386-07:00i never again want to hear someone call me 'pwincess'. ever.Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1116513849711835662005-05-19T07:44:00.000-07:002005-05-19T07:44:09.770-07:00tinamad ako bigla mag post sa LJ. kinakain yung posts ko-- may problema sa date. inaantok na ako kaya bukas ko na tatapusin. ohwell. i like behaving like a secret agent/detective sometimes-- i like the chase, the hunt for the truth. i like knowing that all i need to expose someone is right in my fingertips, just waiting to be taken advantage of. the fact that all this detective work only Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1115566968771954572005-05-08T08:42:00.000-07:002005-05-08T08:42:48.826-07:00whatever with the i.ph blogs-- i don't need another blog, i have 5! it's bad enough that i only update two of them. this one, and the LJ, which has more recent posts and more valued content. so, i'm pointing you lot in that direction: http://www.livejournal.com/users/noble_scarlet i'll be keeping this blog, though. it's got an awful lot of archives. my friends and i, we were all on blogger Shirleynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1115473596884321972005-05-07T06:45:00.000-07:002005-05-07T06:46:36.926-07:00went to iBlog summit. very enlightening, highly entertaining. more details at the LJ.Shirleynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1115364478430683362005-05-06T00:26:00.000-07:002005-05-06T00:27:59.193-07:00i've missed Blogger. Oneesama says that Blogger is so... last year. we were all here a year ago, my sisters and i. we've since abandoned this land for the ease of LiveJournal. but i'll always keep this here. i have history here, and memories.i've changed. it's amazing what a couple of weeks of pure unadulterated hell will do to people.Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1115362118579963392005-05-05T23:48:00.000-07:002005-05-05T23:48:38.586-07:00definitely going to iblog summit. definitely definitely definitelyShirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1113902299755546072005-04-19T02:16:00.000-07:002005-04-19T02:18:19.756-07:00Am supposed to post at 30_kisses today: ah, that community. So wonderful. Really pushes one to write stories again.Ah? Oneesama has Tu Amor on her favorites list?Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1113659821637384532005-04-16T06:54:00.000-07:002005-04-16T06:57:01.636-07:00joined a Kira x Lacus fanlisting. i'm obssessed with these two these days, and i haven't even seen the entire series. i'm gonna need a manager.Mama told me this morning that we were gonna go look at apartments tomorrow. oh, thank god.Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1113574379444509182005-04-15T07:10:00.000-07:002005-04-15T07:12:59.443-07:00i'm not home yet. i should be, it's 10 pm.i feel a need to revive this blog account. LJ's made my life so easy, but has opened doors to unnecessary (and unwanted) commentary.also, i don't much like an easy life anymore. especially if it doesn't look this pretty.i wonder how ate urd can keep two weblogs at once? she's so cool.i'll be posting more seriously in here soon.i think.Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1113284978519480392005-04-11T22:49:00.000-07:002005-04-11T22:49:38.520-07:00i'll miss you daddy lance. ingat ka palagi. i'm sorry i didn't make it to your despedida either. do well, okay? and remember us always. Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1110888606341618662005-03-15T04:05:00.000-08:002005-03-15T04:10:06.343-08:00number of clearances i lost: twonumber of clearances i need to clear: twonumber of breakdowns i had today: threenumber of emails i sent today: onenumber of hours i planned to spend on the net: twonumber of hours i'm actually spending: onenumber of ways to kill myself now: one thousand six hundrednumber of reasons why: too many, dear Jesusnumber of friends i miss: sevennumber of friends that are Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1105084254532482332005-01-06T23:50:00.000-08:002005-01-06T23:50:54.533-08:00beautiful! happy new year! ^_^Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1102992252255648582004-12-13T18:44:00.001-08:002004-12-13T18:44:12.256-08:00walking alone: starcast version sixteen okay. in need of a fic archive. firstly, though, how does one exactly put up a fic archive? secondly? where does one put up a fic archive? oh, i've so many plans. i'll use the dreamweaver software at home and make something smashingly pretty.Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1102992250112009602004-12-13T18:44:00.000-08:002004-12-13T18:44:10.113-08:00walking alone: starcast version sixteen okay. in need of a fic archive. firstly, though, how does one exactly put up a fic archive? secondly? where does one put up a fic archive? oh, i've so many plans. i'll use the dreamweaver software at home and make something smashingly pretty.Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1102737591862170012004-12-10T19:59:00.000-08:002004-12-10T19:59:51.863-08:00check me out okay, listening to the new Kelly Clarkson song. i have to admit i like this sort of thing, and that i only feel like weblogging in this space when i have a pretty new template. i can't explain myself to most people: usually it takes a bit of time before i realize i'm rambling. so, here's the only explanation i've got: i feel, therefore i do, and therefore: I am. Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1077680692395187272004-02-24T19:44:00.000-08:002004-02-24T19:46:53.530-08:00I wanna go to G4 NOW!!!! So every Pantheon member (as far as I know) plus teh Fry and Flip are at Gf Starbucks by now, having the time of their lives. Here I am still in a net cafe in Imus, stuck with too little cash to join those jetsetters. Besides, my boyfriend's coming over to deliver some goods, and I didn't exactly get permission from my mom. I don't know. I don't like asking for anything Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1077275191342241162004-02-20T03:06:00.000-08:002004-02-20T03:08:28.343-08:00i feel an incredibly heavy weight on my chest, and i'm still having difficulty breathing. i just got from a late lunch with charliedoggie, which perked me up, but oniichan has work, it is inevitable. when he met me at powerbooks megamall, and enveloped me in his arms, i knew i would be okay, but i wanted to cry, too. i did just that. it was such a stupid thing, too. come to think, it's Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1077274603064538032004-02-20T02:56:00.000-08:002004-02-20T02:58:39.373-08:00testing new skin, for newer posts!Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1073550687571105332004-01-08T00:31:00.000-08:002004-01-08T00:32:41.200-08:00Am on an FF spree. Hwee.Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1073550439020484052004-01-08T00:27:00.000-08:002004-01-08T00:28:32.700-08:00testing new skinShirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1072606819575089752003-12-28T02:20:00.000-08:002003-12-28T02:21:22.543-08:00Brilliance Am in a relative's house celebrating a birthday. Tomorrow Reni and I go ice skating, because we've always wanted to. On January 1st and 2nd I'll be out again, celebrating the New Year with more relatives for the annual clan reunion and having an extended version of which in an uncle's mansion in Antipolo. Bloody hell, I thought they called it a vacation so people could relax, not Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1072154708074982422003-12-22T20:27:00.000-08:002003-12-22T20:46:05.560-08:00Hit and Miss The bad news is, I'm grounded for the rest of Christmas vacation. The good news is, Chiharu didn't blow my cover entirely, so there is a chance of me actually getting up and around later. The bad news is, I have experienced my first ever really-bad-cramps stage. The good news is: hey, I'm not pregnant. So thanks to Urd for not giving up on me especially when I was sick and panicky.Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1070071027116151162003-11-28T17:57:00.000-08:002003-11-28T19:22:42.403-08:00Ballpark Something about having a keyboard and a flickering screen that calms me down even though my heart has been through hell. In a net cafe at Adamson University right now... waiting for something to happen. At least I'm not crying anymore, that's always a relief.... Went to the LJ community ficbitches (link unavailable) and found some interesting stuff. La la la la... [edit] has anyone Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1069992177715757242003-11-27T20:02:00.000-08:002003-11-27T20:03:31.046-08:00Losing It Urd knows about it, and I would have rather you people *points to link list* know by somewhere other than internet, but Mel's over in HK, and this is pressing sort of news... Highlight between parentheses: (I just lost my virginity. Four days ago.) Please don't kill me. Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1069296165584042003-11-19T18:42:00.000-08:002003-11-19T18:43:10.513-08:00Take a Break At the moment I am reassessing my life. I'm not sure how you do that in front of a rental PC, but I am, or at least I'm trying damn hard. My head is splitting. I woke up at 430 am today to haul myself to school. Catch: I have no classes on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. Reni's notes were with me and I wanted him to have them by morning. Also, so I could spend more time with Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1069212245254946772003-11-18T19:24:00.000-08:002003-11-18T19:24:29.403-08:00Why my Songs of the Day are relevant. THE SONGS OF THE DAY Burnout by Sugarfree O wag kang tumingin ng ganyan sa akin 'Wag mo akong kulitin, 'wag mo akong tanungin Dahil katulad mo, ako rin ay nagbago 'Di na tayo tulad ng dati, kay bilis ng sandali O kay tagal din kitang minahal Kung iisipin mo, 'di naman dati ganito Teka muna lang, kelan tayo nailing? Kung iisipin mo, 'di naman dati ganito Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1069037637325971872003-11-16T18:53:00.000-08:002003-11-16T18:55:13.450-08:00Drama, drama, drama. There's this girl in Ren's class that calls him "mahal" (my love). She has a face that looks more like a skull and horribly large hair that looks as if she bleached it with Zonrox. Then there's this girl who keeps calling his cellphone and hanging up before the first ring ends. Her name is Aiza and she claims to be a friend of his in high school. Since I am a goddess Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1068778411287683742003-11-13T18:53:00.000-08:002003-11-13T18:54:19.013-08:00Somebody Save Me I saw the third (?) season premiere of Smallville last Tuesday and rekindled my burning hate for Lana Lang. Ughhhhh. Can anybody say Mary Sue? Disgusting. Am undergoing very serious moodswings bordering on the suicidal. Not THAT suicidal, I mean like killing the living daylights out of my relationship with Reni. No reason. I just feel like a rant and anybody's a target. I don'tShirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1067827813374949892003-11-02T18:50:00.000-08:002003-11-02T18:50:12.366-08:00Bag It Up Catching up on Pantheon news and hoping desperately for my mother to approve to entreaties involving a new cellular phone. In three very short sentences, 1) Happy Samhain, 2) I don't want my Belldandy-'neesama to move, and 3) Section L has been deblocked. My heart is slowly mending, but that does not discount the fact that it's broken. My beloved section has been deblocked due to Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1067398976409045482003-10-28T19:42:00.000-08:002003-10-28T19:42:55.513-08:00All The Things I Cannot Yet Imagine To Say I think I just had the weirdest conversation yet with my boyfriend last night. It involved trust issues, and the fact that no, I can't trust him. It involved a string of conversation so short yet so immensely painful. It involved Reni crying. Reni: Do you believe me when I say I don't love Pamiloza anymore? Me: Say it. Him: I don't love Pamiloza Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1067309638624548782003-10-27T18:53:00.000-08:002003-10-27T18:53:57.530-08:00Course. Card. Right. So I'm getting my course cards today and I hope to hell I pass every last subject, even Psychology, which sucked so much it looked better than Hell. Also gearing up to see Reni again... something I haven't yet classified as good or bad. Having Reni out of my immediate proximity renders my life with a sort of peace I've missed these past months of hoopla... I mean, talk Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1067236734035560372003-10-26T22:38:00.000-08:002003-10-26T22:38:53.260-08:00Show Me Where Heaven Lies New template, as I await gifts from heaven that will give me better ones, although I like this one enough, it's dreamy. Am on sembreak, and was supposed to be gone an hour ago to register, but ha! Here I am. Anyway, since I'm almost done here, I guess I can leave soon. Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1066021788369415922003-10-12T22:09:00.000-07:002003-10-12T22:09:48.423-07:00Chasing Down Every Temporary High I got one of those digital voodoo curses, too, Belldandy-'nee. I say it's a load of crap. They used my other email addy, the one I created for my Madocs people, and the Harry Potter fandom. And, if it were any real magick (and I highly doubt that it is), I'm sure any one of us Pillars can handle the backlash. My cellular phone got stolen, guys. Right off my Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1064303658689749272003-09-23T00:41:00.000-07:002003-09-23T00:54:18.846-07:00Tagalog Blog, anyone? I wanna get hosted. Do the people hear me? I wanna get hosted! Not, of course, that I'm tired of blogger. The ads kind of bite, and I'd really like them out of there. Ah, layout, schmlayout. I want a tagalog blog. For reasons undefined. BLAH. I was inspired by a little sister, who blogs in tagalog and sounds so very fun. Eee. ^-^ More coherent entries by the Lj, if you Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1064210210145870682003-09-21T22:50:00.000-07:002003-09-21T22:59:48.660-07:00I must update my blog And I would, if I had things to update on. Life has been chugging along steadily with the same routine day after day of class and sneaking behind my mother's back to go to the mall. And almost having sorta-kinda-semi sex [edit] At least I know my weaknesses, and I acknowledge them. At least I know I'm not stupid yet. And I hope to God I never will be.Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1063262591179786922003-09-10T23:43:00.000-07:002003-09-10T23:43:11.120-07:00Life goes on; I forget just why I need a layout change and a drastic link update. Which will come simultaenously once I find enough time and money. And, you know, a layout scheme. Something tells me I've got a marathon. CCS, am I right? I'm at UM Netopia. And I'm cutting my Alge class to meet up with these people. Long overdue, if you ask me. OVERDUE. I need to catch up on a lot of blogs. Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1062991898254408512003-09-07T20:31:00.000-07:002003-09-07T20:31:38.296-07:00O_O Oh, dear, Urd! Daijoubu ka? Sorry about your phone. Walang kuwenta talaga ang criminal rate sa Manila! *bows very deeply* Good luck in the pageant thing. Ganbatte kudasai. Mel, love, yes, bonding sesh. *nod nod nod* Urd! I need your help on something, very badly? Email me! Gimme your sked! Tell me what days you're home in imus! Okay? Okay!Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1062682090555347532003-09-04T06:28:00.000-07:002003-09-04T06:28:10.576-07:00BLINK. ..... Okay. 45 seconds of silence there, then. Which is a lot. I'm trying to figure out the best way I can put this into words, and have come out with, well, nil. So here goes nothing, then. I know I don't deserve to talk, or complain or, you know. Something. But hey, I'm here. I might as well start talking. I do know I deserved to be kicked out of the Circle. Replaced with someone Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1062401141201292072003-09-01T00:25:00.000-07:002003-09-01T00:25:41.216-07:00You have to be joking. Or, you know, not. My internet self has died. I don't even know if people still come here to check on me seeing as, well, I haven't really been around at all. Part of me regrets missing loads of LJ stuff (fics from Sakura-'nee! Shortfic, but fic!) and the backlog I need to catch up on is... well, it's awe inspiring. Then again. I've haven't been in here at all because I Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1060584256516832702003-08-10T23:44:00.000-07:002003-08-10T23:44:16.536-07:00And I live, really. You know you have a semblance of an RL life when you haven't been spending nearly half as much time on your weblog. I'm checking out the LJ and the weblogs (I'm putting up more stuff on my sidebar, assuming I can still read code later later later) and my email has gone out of control. You're kidding, right? I was only gone a month. Best of all I'm doing all this on Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1058761957082367382003-07-20T21:32:00.000-07:002003-07-20T21:32:37.070-07:00Perfect I wrote an essay last summer, somehwat inspired by that bit Oneesama had on her fic log, about the perfect boy. I never finished the essay itself, mainly because I ran out of things I wanted in a man, but I had listed three specifics-- tall, with kind eyes, and nice hands. I found the notebook yesterday underneath a pile of clothes and began re-acquainting myself with its contents. Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1058362603711508422003-07-16T06:36:00.000-07:002003-07-16T06:36:43.710-07:00Something To Be Said Reni didn't come to Logic class. He was late (again. He's never early, come to think). Sir Bart released us an hour early, so I left the classroom for the lounge up front of the building and sprawled on the couch with Kat and Diane. Next thing I knew Reni was sitting on the couch's armrest next to me. There's something to be said about fate being stupid-- you cling to a Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1058328060084727652003-07-15T21:01:00.000-07:002003-07-15T21:01:00.146-07:00Sometimes, I wish I could be more like Sakura-'neesama. Yo no naka wa amai hazu wa naiShirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1058162893760746152003-07-13T23:08:00.000-07:002003-07-13T23:08:13.766-07:00Scream If You Wanna Go Faster I got drunk the other night. Took advantage of a lucky break, I suppose. Chairman paid, Trin took us to a Malate hotspot, I was with my very best friends (Sis. Hibiki. AJ. Reni. Kat.), and best of all, my parents and siblings had gone for the weekend to check in, again, at the Shangri La Hotel for another of 'Touchan's conferences. That's his job now, as President Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1058159463294014332003-07-13T22:11:00.000-07:002003-07-13T22:11:03.370-07:00Anything I need to say to everyone who insists they need me to say something has been related to Isis Eden. We later agreed that continuing that particular line of conversation is pointless. I feel no need to repeat the said statements here. There was nothing, really, in what I said to her. You need not worry yourselves for me. I'll do things on my own. It is in fact ironic that when I scream Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1057932195587226772003-07-11T07:03:00.000-07:002003-07-11T07:14:04.653-07:00Dancing in the Streets As I type this, I think Reni and the others have probably drunk themselves silly. Which is their prerogative, of course. I would've liked to get drunk myself, seeing as I got myself a major offense today, totally putting a great cap on a day. I was heating sugar in a test tube. How anticlimactic, really. I would've expected my first ever major offense as something to the Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1057813968345026732003-07-09T22:12:00.000-07:002003-07-09T22:15:07.903-07:00Ask Me NO Questions and I'll Tell You No Lies ?Oh, pero se atreve le pide? Aqui esta, los gente pobre. No deseo ponerle en mi lista. No le deseo dondequiera cerca de mi. No tengo ningun tiempo para hacer codigo y ni unos ni otros deseo hacer tiempo. ?Comprehende? I thought not. Anywayy, Hibiki-kun is on his way here with Sis Diane. These people said one pm and I bet they’ll be here one Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1057717744045783952003-07-08T19:29:00.000-07:002003-07-08T19:29:04.080-07:00Something that will make me real On another note: I applied to be guinea pig for radio talk show advice the other day. They told me things I already knew about, which my darling brother has been telling me for... what? Charles: Two months. Right. Anyway. They told me to lose the guy. Something I've been doing quite successfully for the past two weeks (since Madox). Now if only: él pararía Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1057544423812370972003-07-06T19:20:00.000-07:002003-07-06T19:20:23.836-07:00My very own Reni Guess what, 'Neesama!~ I've found myself a real life Reni. ^-^ Well, save of course for the fact that ST!Reni is a girl. This one's a guy. Ever since school began I'd been calling myself Iris-- something of an obsessive-compulsive thing to want to change names in honor of cataclysmic life changes. Also, something of a convenience-- having three given first names is HARD and Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1057211874362165222003-07-02T22:57:00.000-07:002003-07-02T22:57:54.233-07:00HO YEAH! Mee, you RAWK!~ Thankyouthankyouthankyou! Although I'm a tad unsure on the pic.... to people who watch Furuba--: Is THAT Kagura? Onto the actual entry, then-- Huwatdapakingsyet?? I'm at Netopia Times, just got from the bus ride and I feel a little strange. I was sitting in the very very back of the bus (since there were no available seats) quietly. When we got to Baclaran, the bus Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1057024958088057062003-06-30T19:02:00.000-07:002003-06-30T19:02:38.130-07:00All the Heaven I Need is Here I have had what could be considered as one of the very best weeks of my life to date. It is true that I have a six-day work week, that my whole weekend has been taken up by school, night classes to be more precise, and though at first I was intensely apprehensive, I find that going to school, at any given hour, is fun. Well, only if my *new* friends are around. Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1056947409934274742003-06-29T21:30:00.000-07:002003-06-29T21:30:09.946-07:00I have had the best week of my life. Two words: Reginald. Torres.Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1056631510363262122003-06-26T05:45:00.000-07:002003-06-26T05:45:10.313-07:00Meemee, I need a favor. A big one. Can you make me a Kagura layout? I have a picture of her in my Villagephotos.com account, just email me that you will and I'll send you the pics. It's just that making myself a Kagura layout won't work. HTML hates me. Pleeeeeeeeease? Mee? Love?Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1056628264995953502003-06-26T04:51:00.000-07:002003-06-26T05:26:05.386-07:00walk on water Anyway, on to school. So far this week three of my classes have been cancelled on me, something I'm not really complaining about, but hey. It does take a lot of hassle to get from my house to school (two hours' worth of hassle, to be exact), so to find that I need to go to school for one measly class tends to put a damper on my mood. Wuberly friends are always around, of course-- IShirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1056354236855165062003-06-23T00:43:00.000-07:002003-06-23T00:43:56.763-07:00Test, again. Slightly better, though sidebar appears dodgy. If anyone can fix that, I will love the ground they walk on. Also, Very bad choice of a Kagura pic.... will tweak that later.Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1056353608263872072003-06-23T00:33:00.000-07:002003-06-23T00:33:28.213-07:00Layout tweakage... will be done in a few..Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1056352640244536732003-06-23T00:17:00.000-07:002003-06-23T00:17:20.346-07:00WHAT?! They've changed my schedule. Again. This is the third time and were I a violent person I would've stormed there by now carrying chaos and destruction and wreaking it against innocent civilians. What ho, really. So I'm at LS again. You know, I've really made an effort to get the hell out of his life. So why won't he lay off mine so he can actually do what he says he wants to do?Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-1055730981801330722003-06-15T19:36:00.000-07:002003-06-15T19:36:21.800-07:00And-- what luck First day of classes supposedly today. So whyyyyy am I in netopia Taft? Simple. They just cancelled classes. And a few more startling revelations: stupid lowtech personnel at Madocs changed my section from G to L. Would have been okay, I guess, since my G sked wouldn't ever permit me to watch Meteor Garden (I had accepted this fact and have duly worked out a suitable solution--Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-955384252003-06-10T23:03:00.000-07:002003-06-10T23:03:56.553-07:00I'm changing layouts soon. I think I have a marathon coming up, so here's to Kagura! And updating the link list will be done when the layout changes. I didn't know I was on that many people's link lists. It's almost freaky. G-- remember when everybody want LJs and we went the offbeat path? Ha! Look where we are now. Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-955380812003-06-10T22:50:00.000-07:002003-06-10T22:50:27.950-07:00F4 mania They're really not kidding, are they? Every day I walk out of the quiet village I live in when my mother, the good soul, sends me out on errands. Since the Meteor Garden phenomena, what usually is a quiet side road has been turned into utter fangrrl mayhem. Posters, wallscrolls, VCDs, CDs of the popular series are EVERYWHERE. They're in the market, they're in my local bitty-mall, Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-953200272003-06-05T00:11:00.000-07:002003-06-05T00:11:23.960-07:00BLINK I'm outta here in a few-- gotta get pizza for my kids and it's almost Shaman King. Mee-- write me more fic. Have mercy. I'm goingoingoing! Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-952743902003-06-04T00:32:00.000-07:002003-06-04T00:32:05.626-07:00Retro Bloggage and Back-to-School Stuff First: Happy Belated Birthday, Flip!~~ And happy birthday to my dear, sweet, wonderful big sister Belldandy!~~ *sparklesparklesparkle* Second: GAH! Some very good soul dreew fanart for "Half a Heart" and "Half My Soul"!!! It's so very PRETTY! I'm looking for a host right now so I can show you. Wait.... Bingo! "Half" series fanart! *sparklesparklesprakle*Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-951150662003-05-31T01:59:00.000-07:002003-05-31T01:59:53.733-07:00Just Some Rather Minor, and Yet Massive, Retro-bloggage It's nice to see the sun out again, even if it's just for a few minutes, since it rains pretty damn hard again afterward. Well, I asked for a piece of blue sky and there it is, even if it has to be replaced by gray clouds later. Finally out of the hospital. Dad says my lungs have become exceedingly weak and yeah-- I could actually feel Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-947755952003-05-23T00:07:00.000-07:002003-05-23T00:07:28.523-07:00And finally, this: I never really try to attempt poetry. Or songwriting, because I suck at both. This is quite simply a collection of every single phrase I've been hearing for the past two days. I've found that if I write them down they go away, eventually. I think I should have known that this thing was doomed from the beginning because you like Lavigne and I loathe her but I believed in it soShirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-947753512003-05-22T23:57:00.000-07:002003-05-22T23:57:43.890-07:00Some rather extremely long post. I'll be gone a while. Literally, figuratively. A long while, I think-- enough to make everybody else think it over. Because I've thought it over, and I realize that life sucks but I live it. And yes, they're all about him. I don't know. Surface madness, I'm supposing. Surface. Not deep enough to kill. Heart of Sorrow Love. Hate. It's much the same thing. Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-947250302003-05-21T23:32:00.000-07:002003-05-21T23:32:09.923-07:00Collapse I think I get it, now. At the very least, I'm getting something. I don't wanna be called a fair-weather friend, but seriously, this IS getting more and more ridiculous by the day. Today I'm going to tell you guys exactly what I think. This had to be coming some time. It has been coming for a long, long time. I can be hated, or at the very least resented for this, but you were the onesShirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-946791162003-05-21T03:43:00.000-07:002003-05-21T03:43:53.620-07:00Got it. Y'know what? I don't know what to write. I'm too many things going all 'round at once and basically, I cannot think coherently. Which totally defeats the whole point of me being at Blogger. Generally-- I feel like a thrown-around rag doll. Used and abused by too many people. What was it that Nikki said about me in high school? When she was comparing me to that teddy bear we shared? Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-944348912003-05-15T23:21:00.000-07:002003-05-15T23:21:15.376-07:00Ladies and gentlemen: my father My whole family is out and about again, leaving me at home with only the maid and... well, my wuberly troubleshooting skillz. See, PC at home has a bit of a problem with the modem and since my fingers are itching to work with the wires (I'm weird...), I set to work. What I didn't expect was my (step)father driving back and -almost- finding me fiddling with his Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-944342852003-05-15T23:01:00.000-07:002003-05-15T23:01:00.493-07:00Retro bloggage numero uno: Love is a game... and I bet I win You. *hugs* Unlike my uberrespectable sister, I tend to not hold my tongue when it comes to matters of the single life and how it blows. Guess it comes with the age thing. Well, I'm growing up and although that doesn't necessarily connote a bad thing, it means that I'm running out of time, too. I look back at the life I've led and Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-941906182003-05-12T00:32:00.000-07:002003-05-12T00:32:03.450-07:00How terribly annoying. Was all set to very simply copy-paste weblog entry here but apparently this computer restricts notepad, and I can't use my daring hacker skillz to thwap it. Argh. My kung fu is useless against such fortresses! Waiting for my brother to get here and pick me up so I can go see X2. Funny to note that I should have watched the movie while in Tokyo, but given the state of Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-941855362003-05-11T22:02:00.000-07:002003-05-11T22:31:16.000-07:00Bingo. I've tried really hard not to involve myself in this blogwar, thanks. I've found that the solution to most things this caliber is ignorance. However... Idinawit ang pangalan ko. So I did some very talented and not-so-complicated hacking procedures. The jig's up, and my programs are set to kill mode. I don't take kindly to strangers who don't know what they're up against. Darling, Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-940371442003-05-08T23:12:00.000-07:002003-05-08T23:12:37.636-07:00I'd rather run than die not fighting People always tell me that destiny cannot be outrun. I can tell those people to go to hell, because I sure as hell aren't gonna stand around and wait for it to get hold of me. No, I'd rather run like mad in the opposite direction, thanks. That said, I'm tired. More than that, I'm extremely exhausted. Which is funnyn because I never really do anything over Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-939103852003-05-06T22:28:00.000-07:002003-05-06T22:55:28.000-07:00Just when I thought it was safe to breathe... Well, it wasn't. She's absolutely right. I should definitely go on indefinite hiatus. In fact, forget hiatus. I should book myself on a plane to Tibet. (Have they got SARS? I hope not.) Gotta do this on my own. Gotta do this on my own. Gotta ride the goddamn bike. *Bike falls over* Kisama. ---- One of the best pieces of advice I have ever had Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-937886642003-05-05T00:55:00.000-07:002003-05-05T00:55:40.176-07:00Criminally Simple The weather outside should be outlawed as a biohazard. I don't think anybody can survive in that heat. So today my prayers go out to poor Tomomi-chan, who is out with Yukina-chan-tachi, on a hiking trip. Yuusuke is here in my room again (more like everyday) because his mom won't let him turn on his own airconditioning. He finally convinced Obaasan to let him take his Dreamcast Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-937081392003-05-03T08:46:00.000-07:002003-05-03T08:46:16.643-07:00Random stuff at Noble Scarlet. sigh.Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-937052492003-05-03T07:34:00.000-07:002003-05-03T07:34:47.153-07:00My. Brother. Rules. Heh. Will post tomorrow. Am too tired. Will just talk to sister.Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-936901372003-05-02T21:45:00.000-07:002003-05-02T21:45:04.280-07:00Iced Tea = Aishtee = Aishite?? Obaasan has been fixing me, Tomomi-chan, and Yuusuke-kun iced tea for as long as we can remember. This morning, over breakfast (I swear those kids are eating me out of house and home...), the pitcher was over Yuusuke's side, and then Tomomi just said, "Aishite, Yuusuke-kun." Me: O_O Yuusuke: O_O And then Tomomi went "Nani?" and then Yuusuke said "Do you mean thatShirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-936360252003-05-01T21:29:00.000-07:002003-05-01T21:29:18.976-07:00Girl on a Mission Funny thing. Been running through a series of old journals from way back a million years, when I had stupid, frumpy hair, and loser fashion sense. Evolution DOES things to you. I look at myself, from back then, and then I stare at the mirror now. I'm not the same. And the even funnier thing about it is that people insist on making me change. Somewhat reasonable, if the only Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-935802742003-04-30T23:09:00.000-07:002003-04-30T23:09:51.286-07:00This had to be coming some time What I hate most about you? That I can't hate you, no matter how I try. No matter how I give myself reason to hate you. No matter how much you hurt me, have hurt me. Sure, you came traipsing into my life, acting like you owned the place, and sure, maybe I let you-- but if you knew you were going to walk out? I think you should have said something in the first Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-935138392003-04-29T22:20:00.000-07:002003-04-29T22:20:55.103-07:00Gaijin da. They stared when I walked through the halls. Really, really stared, as if they haven't seen someone like me before. Which, I suppose, they probably haven't. I don't suppose I should take this as a good or a bad thing, or if I should take it any way at all, but i gah in the face of such adversity, and proceeded to the registrar's office. Again, I take the heavens for the assistance ofShirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-934497572003-04-28T23:11:00.000-07:002003-04-28T23:11:25.363-07:00I'm innocent! I swear! "Tokyo Disneyland," Yuusuke-kun had said as he bounced up and down my bed, his head bobbing frantically. I could have sworn I had seen the scene in an anime somewhere. "You're crazy," I enunciated in somewhat near-perfect Japanese. "And watch the covers. Who would want to go with us?" "Tomomi-san, of course," he said. "Who else?" I would have rolled my eyes, but the Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-933829312003-04-27T22:51:00.000-07:002003-04-28T01:06:04.000-07:00ergh. social pluggage. [hover over names, if you please] Alli, Mel, Urd, Belldandy, Isis, Oniichan, They call me on and on across the universe,/Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box they/Tumble blindly as they make their way/Across the universe/Jai guru deva om/Nothing's gonna change my world,/Nothing's gonna change my world./Sounds of laughter shades of earth are ringing/Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-933823342003-04-27T22:36:00.000-07:002003-04-27T22:36:59.180-07:00Name: Hikari Aikawa Ungson; Location: Tokyo, Japan so, here i am. picking up pieces of myself i thought i'd leave behind here, forever. back to nihongo, 24/7. back to being the gaijin. the streets outside are vibrating with all the untapped life. and here i am, in a room that i last saw when i was eleven, and has never changed since then. half my life resides in this place, dormant, and in my Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-932778372003-04-25T20:40:00.000-07:002003-04-25T20:40:25.633-07:00in order to survive: i will do what i must too fast, they say, she walks too fast for her own good, as if she is running away from something, or someone, and oh, there she goes, she almost falls down, but she keeps walking, her eyes to the ground as if the world were too bright for her to look up into. she hears those voices, and she hears voices in her head, singing to her, nonsense melodies Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-932233872003-04-24T22:17:00.000-07:002003-04-24T22:17:40.253-07:00life is good. somewhat. new LJShirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-931695792003-04-24T03:35:00.000-07:002003-04-24T03:35:23.850-07:00dear ekai there are far easier ways to live your life. paul is right when he said you take things far too seriously-- he was right when he said that you can't read things when you take them too close to your face. slow down, breathe a little, stop obsessing and enjoy the ride, instead of overanalyzing every single thing and dreading the inevitable end to be your inevitable doom. it's not. thereShirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-931032952003-04-23T03:00:00.000-07:002003-04-23T03:22:05.000-07:00layout. updated the link list. didn't know i was on that many people's link lists, am utterly sorry. inform me, why dontcha! email me, let's have coffee. aight? any more html coding and i will throw this p.c. outside the window and into the shocked hallways of u.m. i am not joking, this thing is damned hard to put up, and it's not even done yet! the image needs tweakage, the rainbow's all wrongShirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-929660092003-04-20T21:56:00.000-07:002003-04-20T21:56:15.140-07:00One very tired Ekai, plus fifty people in one room, plus hideously pink decor= birthday party And a very happy birthday to me. Yesterday's uber gala took off with a bang and ended with "Tenshi no Yubikiri" blasting from the stereos. The catering people had set up tables in the middle of our garden and garage, decorated with bright pink ribbons. Considering I wasn't wearing any pink, and have Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-924155792003-04-11T01:07:00.000-07:002003-04-11T01:07:57.013-07:00For my next trick, updates I blink in the face of utter adversity. It was just a thought. The first thing I do, when faced with very bad things, is not scream, nor run, just... blink. And when I blink fast enough, the whole thing becomes surprisingly funny. I watched all of Furuba yesterday with Alli. The ending was "eh?". More here. Today I'm going out with all of the Pantheon to celebrate Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-924148102003-04-11T00:41:00.000-07:002003-04-11T00:41:57.610-07:00For my first trick, a questionnaire Beer or rootbeer: V. bad experience with alcohol, so rootbeer. Japanese or Chinese food: Japanese, 'cause I'm anime that way. Pizza or burgers: Pizza. Stuffed crust. Nummy. Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate. Did you ever drink liquor: Sure. Did you ever smoke: Will never. Drinking or smoking: Neither. Bra or no bra: In this culture? With ther men in this Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-921296442003-04-06T22:11:00.000-07:002003-04-06T22:11:44.936-07:00But LJ makes my life so easy I'm thinking of deleting my fic log entirely. Or, possibly not. I don't know yet. Blogs are fun but they take so much time, layouting and such. Oniichan won't always be around to create my templates. Blech. I'll be off in a few because I'm going to the mall(s) with my sister to pick out new dresses. I'm so vain. Last night I dreamt that I got kissed very lousily (Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-915306532003-03-27T22:25:00.000-08:002003-03-27T22:25:51.106-08:00Take THIS, Fate! Take THIS! I passed Manila Doctors'. So take that, destiny, and have a bunch of chips. ^-^ I'm genki. In fact, I think I'm sparkling too much for my own good. It doesn't help that the Pedro-Ana angle in Amigos X Siempre is picking up. But I love life, I do. Sometimes I think it's easier to try and be happy than wait for happiness to come to you. Blue skies make me happy, Shirleynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3450549.post-914680982003-03-27T00:22:00.000-08:002003-03-27T00:25:10.000-08:001. What does your first name mean? Light. Like flourescent, not the feeling of non-heaviness. 2. What does your middle name mean? According to a baby book: Purity 3. What about the last name mean? It's a Chinese thingamajig that means bamboo shoot, or something to that effect. 4. So, if you were to put the meanings of all your names together, what would it say? Bamboo shoot of pure light, IShirleynoreply@blogger.com0