Initializing Fanboy Mode

Ok so I want you guys to know that the first thing I do whenever I go online is check my email. Yep, that means the “original” meaning of email, like in yahoomail or, for my case, Gmail; not Facebook emails or the likes. So being true to that habit, I checked my email just now and discovered something that would make every fanboy squeal like a mouse being trampled by an elephant:

Alessandra Yeo @sinteya mentioned you:

 sinteya Alessandra Yeo

 @AdrengSki Pinafollow mo na rin pala ako dito. Hahaha.

 Jun 01, 10:48 AM via web

                                         

So for a few seconds—which all seemed an eternity each— I was silent. It was the calm before the storm, as they say. I had to bottle up so much emotions and I’m not even sure anymore what I was feeling and which one’s going to come out first. So it just exploded. I mean come on! SINTEYA MENTIONED ME IN A TWEET!

Well I know that’s not something some of you might find special, but it is for me. I’ve been following her since I made my first account and way before she changed her URL. So it is something to fanboy about, you know. Anyway, it didn’t stop there. Of course, I’ve only checked my email so that notification only looked cryptic to me. So I logged in to Tumblr, the only other place she’d probably know me, and boom. The notes I was getting is really off for my blog’s caliber and they were liking a post that can only be considered ancient during the medieval era so I was confused. But I knew it could only mean that she reblogged one of my posts. 

And then I found out what it was. It was one of my oldest posts, one of my first describe blog posts(I call it blog appreciation posts back then) that had her old URL in it. I checked her blog immediately and well, saw my post there. To be honest, it was really unexpected, with the post being old and all so it was really…umm, ecstatic, I guess. I mean come on, who else replies to age-old tagged posts anyway? Aside from her, there probably are none. So I’m really glad about this. She even TA-ed me. So in the words of most Tumblr users:

asdkfakshrtjasdnfasdfjhasdjkfh!!!!11one

Now I know some of you would think I’m overacting and all but I don’t care. I know most of you guys are probably talking to her in a daily basis but I don’t, so this moment is probably something I could consider at par with divine intervention. lol. So hooray for this day. June’s turning out to be a good month and hopefully it would stay like that for the rest of the year.

Honestly, I don’t even know how to react. I don’t even know how to reply to her TA or whether I should tweet her back. Lol.

Turning Catboy

Two days ago, my folks found this kitten meow-ing its tiny lungs out in front of our gate. So being the soft-hearted people that they obviously aren’t, they took it in. Well initially, I was thrilled about having a new pet since aside from a few birds in our terrace, we don’t really have a pet. Our dog died months ago and our last cat disappeared a year ago. But realizing that I’d be the one cleaning its crap and all, my heart sank. 

“But it’s a kitten,” my heart shouted. “You can do anything for kittens!”

So despite the awful idea of being back to animal-crap cleaning, I had to accept it. I decided to pet it since it looked scared. That was understandable since my siblings probably looked like savage beasts to it, trying to pet it by pulling its tail and trying to carry it. We see my siblings the same way so I should know its feels. We actually could have bro-fisted if its paws were large enough and, well, if it didn’t try to bite my index finger off from my hands. Yes. The tiny, little kitten was a dinosaur. I don’t care whatever your arguments are— it’s a freaking dinosaur. It took me several moments of eternity to realize what was happening. When the situation struck me, I tried to pull my finger out of the hostile being. I succeeded and checked whether my finger was still whole. When I was sure it was, I was dumb-founded about what to do. I mean, what the hell:

WE HAVE A FREAKING DINOSAUR IN THE HOUSE!

Well whatever. I’ve decided to accept it and I’m going to keep that promise(wait, I didn’t even promised!). Oh well, after that, another thought struck me. A cat(or a dinosaur, whatever) bit me. A CAT BIT ME! This could only mean one thing: I’m turning into a werecat. I’m turning to Cat-boy! But I figured that name—actually, the whole idea— sounded gay so I dismissed it. But I wasn’t fooling anyone. I knew that it was just a matter of time. I knew I had to go away for the safety of these people around me. I had to go. 

Fortunately, it didn’t happen. I did not turn into a werecat. It was probably the conviction about dismissing the thought that altered the process or maybe some lovely neko-goddess saved my ass while I was sleeping by kissing me and taking the curse away. I’d never know. But whatever happened, it didn’t work that that well. Some sort of…power was left in me. I knew that because yesterday, I tried to pet the kitten again and it wasn’t as hostile as it was the day before! It was even brushing its head in my hands then. “You over-familiar bastard! This is what I get after you biting me!?” I thought. So yes, good people of Tumblr, I may not have turned into a werecat, but a certain power lingered, turning me into a cat whisperer. 

Oh well. After that we decided to name the kitten. I’ve got three siblings and every one of them had their own names for it. One decided to call it Blanca(after that new mushy TV show, Luna Blanca), the other one called it Felina(after that other mushy human-cat TV show called Felina), and the youngest called it Coco(after that story book I made her read). But I knew better. We’ve only had three cats in the house before and I was the one who named them all. Well tbh, they were initially named differently. I was just the one calling them other names which eventually turned into their official names. So this cat shouldn’t be any different. I will name it. I will name it after the other three cats we’ve had. The names were actually not names, but a name. This is what I call all cats I’ve ever met and owned; a generic name that is so clever it makes me want to cry:

Uhkat

That’s just a shorter term for “pussy cat”. Pussycat —> Pucat —> Ucat —> Uhkat. Well the spelling was actually all for style. I wanted an Egyptian(or maybe it was Aztec) ring into it so I decided to put an h and turn c into k. I’m rather proud about this name so I’ve been using it ever since. I know that’s selfish and all but what the hell. I was the one bitten so whatever you say doesn’t matter and is bound to go out my other ear.

So yeah. That’s it.

You know what’s the best part about working?

Getting paid. Yep. Nuff said about that.

So I finally finished these few jobs I’ve been working on for weeks. Well to be honest, I could have finished them in a week or so if all of the world’s procrastination didn’t decide to seep into my soul. And well, all those WordPress mess-ups really took most of my time. Trying to figure out how to fix something takes more time than actually fixing the problem. True story.

Anyway, I just realized I’m a step closer to being free…again. My schedules might have been delayed but everything’s going back on track now. So yey for me! Now if I could just find food in the fridge, then everythi……

On other news! I found out that I forgot to close my anon checkbox the last time I opened it. This anon sent me a sweet TA. It was a two-lined TA which may not be of the same caliber as your TAs, but sweet nonetheless. SO yeah, who ever you are KE, sorry if I didn’t publish your TA. I didn’t fix my theme’s TA support so.. umm, to put it short, TA looks ugly on my blog. So I don’t publish them. But don’t get me wrong! I absolutely love your TA and I don’t mean anything bad about not posting it. Hope you get my point. Lol

So there. Hopefully, my client would reply to my e-mail today so I can start doing something again.

I sighed so hard

Yes. I sighed so hard I thought my soul’s going to come out with it too. 

You see, I’m working on this WordPress blog for a client when all of a sudden, it won’t let me in to its admin panel. I had to tell my client to give me access to the database so I can check what happened. But after hours of whining and punching the wall and cursing, I wasn’t able to do anything.

But then I decided to re-do everything again—try every fix I know. And boom! Apparently, I forgot to remove this certain snippet of codes in a file and it was ruining everything I was doing, reverting everything I do to its former, crappy state. So yeah, I was able to fix that up through determination and by trying hard and probably some luck or maybe even divine intervention. I was relieved. 

But that relief was short lived.

I found out that the blog’s post were missing and I was so frustrated I almost pulled out all of my hair. Yes, I did that with a matching “fuuuuuu-“. Lol, Just joking, of course I didn’t. After that first mess-up, I was more composed and calm so I was able to work on it silently. It still took me a considerably large amount of time to fix it up but I was still able to. It was just a matter of broken permalinks after all.

So there. That’s why I sighed so hard that the Big bad wolf thought his “Huff and Puff” antics were embarrassing.

Damn, This post feels slightly off. I should blame myself for reading badly translated Light novels. So here’s me blaming them:

“I’ll get you one day badly translated light novels!”

Wag kang Durara

I hate seeing people spitting in front of me. I mean, come on, you can do that in a corner. You don’t have to act all-so-cool about being able to spit straight when I can’t. I hate that sound of spit or the thought of it hitting the ground with an acceleration of 9.80665 m/s². Somehow, an image of a raindrop hitting the ground in slow motion comes to my mind. What’s bad is after a moment, this raindrop turns into spit, spinning slowly like goo and the phlegm coming down first. I don’t like that.

Sigh. I wish people could at least find it embarrassing to spit in front of somebody. I don’t care about proper hygiene or whatnot. Just don’t spit in front of people.

By the way, Durara is a portmanteau of the two Filipino words Dura, which means spit or saliva, and Burara, which is someone who doesn’t have enough sense of hygiene. Just saying.

The saying goes “Love is blind”,

Not “Love is dumb”, or “dense”, or “deaf”, or “naive”. Love is blind: it only means it doesn’t care about anything that has to do with what your eyes can see.

So you don’t have to play deaf when he screams at you in public. You hear words, not see them. You don’t have to play dense when she slaps you in the face for no apparent reason. You feel pain, not see it. You don’t have to play dumb when you’re in an argument with her. Nor would you have to be naive when he or she breaks your heart. No. 

The eyes aren’t exactly very reliable so you shouldn’t let them judge how you feel or what you hear or what you should say or anything else for that matter. They see very little truth and can only understand what’s on the surface. That’s why they say Love is blind. Because it should be blind. It shouldn’t rely on what you can see. But that doesn’t mean you should dismiss every flaw your partner has as something you can “see”. You can’t unsee the pain, or the stinging words. The love is blind saying doesn’t apply to anything but what you can see.

So my point? Don’t say “Love is blind” when they start hurting you. Don’t close your eyes on everything. Again, you feel pain and hear words. Blind people can feel pain and I have reasons to believe that they don’t like that either. They also hear words and wouldn’t want anything they don’t want. Simple as that. 

Utsuro no Hako to Zero no Maria

Well if you’re up to some mind-fucking reading, then I’d suggest you read this light novel.

Despite the slightly mis-hap translation(that I’m actually starting to get used to lately btw), it’s actually a decent read. That is, if you can get over the urge to rephrase every ugly translation you come across, which is, almost every minute worth of reading. But aside from that, the mind-fuck that this novel induces is something on the level of quantum physics in a matter of speaking. Actually, “mind-fuck” isn’t even the right word. Mind-rape would be more appropriate, since you wouldn’t like it, but would feel good nonetheless.

I’m only on the 2nd volume of the novel so I’m not sure how it would progress but as far as I have read, it’s interesting; Enough to get you reading it more and delving into the story more. You’ll probably have problems understanding it though if you have no idea how time-traveling works, or what time-loop is or haven’t watched Haruhi Suzumiya Season two. But that’s alright since the novel offers enough explanation for all the shizz that’s happening. But seriously, I was lost for about a third of the story. The way the chronology was presented isn’t helping either so you might want to buy an extra pack of patience before reading it.

Aside from those, I also came across a couple of plot holes here and there and almost lost my will to finish it but… I didn’t for some reason. It’s probably the fact that it made me think I already know who it is and then it turns out that I was wrong and everything was all just a mind-play. But the plot holes aren’t really that bad, tbh. I mean, after I finished it, I wasn’t so sure about the plot holes anymore or whether they actually exist. Actually, I wasn’t even sure about anything anymore, having been mind-raped and all. Another thing is you’ll probably get sick of all the metaphors and the analogies. But they’re necessary so I’d, again, suggest buying another pack of patience aside from the first one before really reading it. 

Well, yeah. You ought to give it a try. There isn’t anything to lose anyway. Well, aside from a fraction of your sense of grammar and sentence construction, that is. I really wish translator would be more… umm, yeah. You know what I mean.

By the way, the title literally translates to The Box of Void and Maria of Zero. Or something like that. I’m not so sure since I can’t find it on WIki and that’s all I can manage with my Japanese dictionary and my meager knowledge in Nihongo.

I don’t joke about pencils

Especially when there’s no point.

Just some updates in life

Well, there isn’t really much to update though.

I’ve been working a lot lately since the end of May is coming faster than I thought. I really thought this week is just the 2nd week of May. Damn. But meh, I hope I can get through these stuff.

Anyway, I just received a new book: The Warlock by Michael Scott. I’m a fan of that series and have been reading it since I was in my first year college. Actually, I’ve read the book a couple of months ago, and I believe I’ve blogged about it, but it was a PDF. SO I decided to buy the book. It was a pre-order so I got it $7 cheaper than its original price. lol. It’s really shiny BTW since its gold.

Speaking about that book, I’ve been re-reading it(I’m a re-reader. I swear I’ve read all my books at least 5 times each over the time.), and my view about who Marethyu is also starting to change. I’ll probably be blogging about it later so if there are any fans of this book out there, let’s talk about it. lol

On other news, I’ve found a lot of interesting blogs this week. NO, they’re not Tumblogs. More like art blogs and visual novel development blogs. I’ve been getting flares of inspiration lately and I’m really starting to get my motivations back. That’s a really bad thing actually, considering I’m working on a lot of projects but meh, they come if they want to. I’ve also found a lot of new cool artist on DA. So my eyes have been undergoing a lot of orgasm for the past couple of days. Can’t say I don’t like that since I do.

So yeah. That’s most of it for now. Just putting this up here in case I decided to look back at this day next year. lol. You don’t have to be bothered by this(too late to say this now, right?).