Ultimate Fear

What scares me? Ha…

If we’re talking normal, everyday things, then social situations, eyedrops, etc. If we’re digging deeper, then my future. But if we’re saying my ultimate fear…

It’s forgetting.

Forgetting myself. My memories. My life. My everything.

And forgetting my stories. My characters.

The personalities, histories, dramas, worlds, and people I created.

I fear.

And that is why I write.

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20 Random Facts About Me

  1. I’m violent and scary on the inside and outside if you annoy me enough (wow, what a way to start the list).
  2. It actually takes quite a lot to make me angry.
  3. It takes me even longer to act on anger.
  4. I usually volunteer myself in undesirable things (e.g. first shot [it was a hospital thing], first practical exam, first presentation in class) to get it over with though people thing I’m just amazing.
  5. I’m addicted to I like anime.
  6. I like Hetalia so much it deserves another number.
  7. I know some Spanish, some Tagalog, some Italian, and more but am not fluent in any other language but English.
  8. I’m Filipino, born in the USA.
  9. I studied CPR in eighth grade while my dad was a CPR instructor.
  10. I shocked my class in my typing skills (20 WPM to 75 WPM after a week) but didn’t tell them it was from texting (I was eleven, and people usually got phones at 16 or so at the time).
  11. I once had hair below my hip.
  12. I once had hair up to the top of my ear – no, I didn’t want it that short.
  13. I couldn’t believe the most popular guy in my middle school liked me and accepted it too late when he already moved on.
  14. I prank-called a guy with my best friend at 2 AM. He called back. My friend’s mom picked up.
  15. I have been a Microsoft Office Specialist (MOS) in Microsoft Office 2010 products… since eighth grade.
  16. I became certified in CPR my junior year of high school… I still have to renew that.
  17. My family has a history of diabetes, hypertension, and all that good stuff.
  18. I want to be a cardiologist.
  19. I live in one of the top 5 most obese areas in the United States.
  20. I have little to no social skills.

Ocean Girl

The ocean breeze made her hair dance, and the sun was only a spotlight for her beautiful graceful but careful movements as she climbed the stack of rocks. Her soft lips mouthed a song that only her melodic voice could sing for if anyone else but her sang it, the song would be changed completely.

She went on barefoot, exploring the world with small steps but with eyes as wide as the sky. She collected seashells and held them like glass when she washed it several times in the seawater. She planted her feet into the wet sand, enjoying its cool touch against the heat of the morning sun.

And every afternoon like every other afternoon for years, she placed the seashells in the shape of a heart, wrote his name, and watched as the ocean took her heart and him like every other afternoon with one single tear.

Happy New Year!

Wow, I haven’t posted in a while (no surprise there), but I just had to say, “Happy New Year!”Β πŸŽ†πŸŽ‰πŸŽ‰πŸŽ‰πŸŽŠπŸŽ‰πŸŽ‰πŸŽ‰πŸŽ†

As for resolutions… well, I’ve never been good at keeping those except maybe last year’s to be healthier. I do hope that I post more. Maybe keep a daily journal and be a little more creative now that I’m being swallowed up by logic, words, education, and the usual I’m-not-actually-an-adult-but-I’m-not-under-18-anymore life.

I hope everyone has a great new year! Good luck with keeping your resolutions!Β πŸ˜„

A Gentleman’s C

Recently my philosophy teacher gave us a lecture not so much on philosophy (besides that one morning on his lecture about taxes, this was new for us). He talked about the importance of liberal arts and asked us if we knew why we were taking philosophy, which is a liberal art.

He explained that, at least in the United States, many of the older colleges – Ivy League colleges now – started teaching liberal arts in order to have well-rounded students. They knew that their students would become great influential people in the future. Most of the recent presidents, in fact, were from Ivy League schools.

And then we got to talking about the gentleman’s C.

I thought he said gentlemancy or some made-up word like that.

He told us that he didn’t expect an A from every one of us and that if we did get an A in every class, we were doing something wrong.

Because college is supposed to be about exploring your options, making new friends, experiencing new stuff, etc. He even got to the point that he explained how some colleges don’t even have police. (My professor grew up in Canada and said that the US colleges surprised him with all the rules and even in-campus police departments) He said that growing up, you were taught rules, but in college, there were no (enforced) rules. We were supposed to break rules and learn why those rules are needed.

But back to the point – a gentleman’s C.

He said that if you had a C, it was because you at least read through the material of a class and had a basic understanding of it. And with this basic understanding, you’d be able to talk about the subject with other… gentlemen. But he added that it was OK not to ace all your classes because you also need time to relax, play sports, party, etc. – AND THAT IS OK because it’s all part of the college experience.

So for those of you in college, relax.Β πŸ˜‰

(but for those of you like me that still strive for high grades, good luckΒ πŸ˜„)

Original Character!

I made this list up to help me out with my OC developing so feel free to use it as well! If you wanna join me just tag your stuff #GTKYOC so I can take a peek : ^ ) (might make a blog later and reblog all the stuff in the tag!!) Feel free to add onto...

Hi, everyone! πŸ˜€ I recently found this ^^^ from tumblr (unfortunately, I don’t have one, and even more unfortunately, I’m too lazy to make one).

Like I mentioned before somewhere in a deep dark abyss, I might be posting drawings because it’s simple and quick. So, here it is for the first one:

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I may end up posting drawings once a week… hopefully. (Sorry for the low-quality pictures, guys! I’m currently away from home and don’t have reliable internet nor good lighting.)

Living Alone

Let me talk about living alone for a second.

I’m eighteen. I’ve lived not only with my parents and my sister but also my grandparents – that’s six of us in the same house plus dogs (usually at least two) and some noisy birds (plus an occasional fish). I only cooked for myself a few times but stopped when my younger sister started cooking enough for the both of us. When we were younger and our parents were away, our grandparents would cook for us.

I never really did chores except taking out the trash, cleaning the pool, bathing the dogs, and washing the car when I was a kid. As a teenager, my high school life consumed me. I was barely functioning. My parents became busier, and my grandparents cooked less, so much of my food comprised of fast food (I used to eat fries every time before going to karate practice).

So, as an “adult” living in an apartment all to herself with just a dog for company, aΒ lot of stuff changed.

I had to take out my own trash, which was no big deal for me. I had to drive myself to school, which is only a five to seven minute drive. I had to take out the dog, who was thankfully potty-trained.

But I had to cook for myself. I had toΒ drive from my college’s city to my family home in another cityΒ every weekend on an special days, such as birthdays (four birthdays in September all in the same week consumed nearly all my gas).

Cooking was a near disaster, and right now, I’ve resorted to drinking protein shakes in the morning so I wouldn’t cook. Driving is okay, but there have been many instances when I was caught in traffic or scared for my life with speeding cars and cars cutting in front of me without signaling they were changing lanes.

And waking up is one of the hardest things, but thankfully, my dog starts running when he hears my alarm to make sureΒ I get out of bed to take him out.

So, that’s living alone for me.Β πŸ˜‚