Wednesday, June 18, 2014//11:39 PM

Ni Hao

This is just the usual obligatory PSA blog post to announce to the lovely air molecules floating in front of my dusty screen that yes, this blog isn't dead. Well, kinda.

That't it for here, you know where to find me.




All the Internet's a stage, and all that jazz. 

Tuesday, December 31, 2013//11:23 PM

A year in review

I had this whole idyllic scenario in my head that I'd write this on the last afternoon of the year, being all peaceful and pensive and mature as I sipped on some fancy drink and stared at the clouds every five minutes or so.

This could not be further from that. There is approximately 50 minutes left before it's the new year and I have made at least seven typos so far. What talent you possess, fingers. I am neither peaceful nor pensive, and as for mature, let's check back on that in a few years time. My hair is also wet at the moment (why I am telling you this is irrelevant).

But I can say this: 2013 hasn't been very kind to me and my heart (physical one, not the other one, alas.). And my parents. It was stained with tears and fears. But, I am extremely grateful that I got to the root of the problem (which turned out to be an extra nerve) and by the grace of God, cleared everything up (that extra nerve got ablated).

I am also extremely grateful that the little blessings I've always had in my life suddenly became not so little after all. Through the trials I went through, friends, family, prayers and lovely gifts of the tangible and intangible kind shone like gem stones along the path I was walking on.

2013 has been incredibly short when I look back on certain moments, but it has been ridiculously long as well. Here's to another day, another year, another era. When the fires burn, and burn they will, I hope I'll be focusing on a phoenix instead of a delicious roast.


Huzzah.

Saturday, November 30, 2013//6:33 PM

*insert smug grin here*

Official Word Count: 50, 302.
Day: 30
Days taken to complete novel: 29  (Procrastinated on Day 1)
Status: WINNER!

NaNoWriMo even gave me bragging rights:




Oh, sweet sweet victory.

Thursday, November 21, 2013//3:17 PM

words

Day 21. Word count: 26204. 10 days til 50k.








Cue loud warrior cry and furious typing. Typos abound!

Sunday, November 17, 2013//10:46 PM

NaNo-crastination

Day 17. 20, 145 words. I am 8000+ words behind.













  Strong in this one, procrastination is.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013//6:04 PM

Just so you know

NaNoWriMo. 50k words in 30 days. yep. I'll probably slink back here in December with either a smug grin or a brilliant excuse.

Monday, June 24, 2013//3:17 AM

Poodles and pugs

It always begins with the end. The end being you finally admitting that whatever you want (let's just call it a poodle for fun's sake) is unattainable and you're finally at peace with being poodleless. The end is great- months go by and you might even start to consider that you're more of a pug-person. But out the blue, devastatingly wonderful dreams about that poodle come crashing back, a la that space pod that contained Tom Cruise's wife in Oblivion. There's nothing wrong about the contents of the dream- it's gloriously set against the backdrop of warm, evening sun rays and you're living a fantastically happy life with your poodle. The only caveat about those dreams are when you wake up. And then it all begins. All the emotions that you've managed to put away return and you remember how it felt when you realized the fact that you'll never have that poodle. Disappointment of not being able to get it while you had the chance, disdain at your lack in persistence in trying to get it, disgust at your cowardice of letting your feelings be known (you guys know it's not REALLY about a poodle, right?), yadda yadda the list goes on. It's almost like your subconscious hates you enough to wait for you to accept your poodle-less future before it bombards you with those haunting "it could've been like this" scenarios. Like, what is up wit chu gurl? Aren't we on the same team? And if that's not enough, time tends to add insult to injury. It's been months, hell, even years since you've thought about the poodle, so when your dreams start crashing in, the poodle seems different. Sometimes it looks different and sometimes it has a different personality from Reality Poodle. "Is that all bad?" I hear some of you ask, and I understand where you're coming from because it seems like my subconscious is just creating a Poodle 2.0 (since I can't have Reality Poodle). Honestly, yes I think it's bad. It's bad because its sad that A) My subconscious still seems unable to get over it and B) I'm pining over a dream poodle that's not even an accurate depiction of Reality Poodle anymore. So basically I'm pining over something that doesn't exist. And because Dream Poodle seems void of flaws I'm afraid it's gonna affect how I learn to manage my expectations. Apparently it always begins with the end, and this end comes in cycles. You get over it, then you dream a distorted dream about it. Rinse and repeat. I honestly don't know if this cycle will end, so all I can do now is just keep getting over it and see these dreams in a positive frame: a wonderful break from a long day. But seriously, hit me up if you've got a cure for those "ugh" feelings in the morning.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013//2:14 AM

aaand one more for the road

Sunday, November 11, 2012//10:24 PM

So that happened :D

Monday, July 2, 2012//12:44 AM

nada.

Summer.
Y U NO PRODUCE MORE GOODER SHOWS?!
Besides Trueblood, this summer is a TV desert wasteland. Suits isn't as engaging as The Good Wife, while I'm finding Teen Wolf and Awkward sub-par but I'm just watching them to kill time. Watching random eps of Castle, which isn't bad, but, meh.

Yeah yeah, now's a good time to put in more effort on the things that matter (ie. assignments), I hear you. But come on. I's needs my motivation to gets me going. Shit, even my language's gone to waste.
Thanks a whole lot, summer. I'm pinning it all on you.


What's it gonna take to get a HelloGiggles tweet of the day?????! sigh