Registration, by the way, was incredibly tedious. I won't say 'hell' because that would be exaggerating the entire exercise, but let's just say I left school that afternoon murderous. Interestingly enough, this is the first time I finished registering in one day since I started my master's degree. That's got to count for something, right?

Last weekend of 'freedom' was spent with friends on Saturday, and family on Sunday. Went to my older brother's new place: it's a townhouse that's a stone's throw away from Holy Spirit. It was abymssally hot and I was terribly sleepy, but few things beat the joy of chilling out with your parents, your brothers and your sisters-in-law with the kids running around, eating Ferrero Rocher and talking about nothing at all.

My cat's been my only real company at home during the day, and my younger brother swings by in the evening to do work. His laptop finally gave out on him, so he doesn't have much of a choice. Been falling asleep to the sound of him working these past few days. Going abroad appears to have fixed my sleeping schedule: I don't stay up at ungodly hours, and I tend to wake up with the dawn.

Just had my first of two classes - no formal lecture, of course, just some questions and a bit of small talk. Spent more of my time catching up with a colleague, who gave me some interesting news. I've missed her a lot, I realize, but I haven't been very good with people these days. She hasn't been either, though, and we said as much to each other. There's some camaraderie to be found in being disconnected, then connecting with people who decided to disconnect the way you did for a while.

Won't be on campus again until Saturday, if I have any say in it. Home's just too comfortable these days.

Been wrestling with a general feeling of uselessness. Sure, I'm free and yes, it's wonderful, but I don't have a job, and after three years of earning it's kind of hard to fall back on that. My friends all appear to be moving ahead too, which doesn't really help.

Such as it is. I'll get on my feet again eventually. In the meantime, I ought to enjoy my break because I doubt that I'll get another one after this is finished.

I'd normally let an issue like this resolve itself and not chip in my two cents unless prompted to, but this debate on the RH Bill is becoming ridiculous. The Ruling Powers down hear (read: the Philippine Catholic Church) have it in their heads that they're waging a war against heathen, and the flock MUST obey them if they are to save their souls.

We were made to pray "for the sanctity of the Church" and "the well-being of all families" against the RH bill during last Sunday's service. Suffice to say, I did not kneel, and I did not pray at all. I believe I was the only one.

Perhaps I will stand next time. I can't walk out - it'll break my parents' hearts, and they are the only reason why I continue to suffer through Mass - but I can resist in my own way.

For any of you bishops in the audience, this is how I live my faith. Fucking deal with it. And no, you can't excommunicate me. I'd sure as hell like to see you try.

For the interested: I chronicled my entire trip abroad. I've listed down the entries here in chronological order:

Vancouver, May 5
Vancouver, May 6
Vancouver, May 7
Vancouver, May 8
Vancouver, May 9-10
Toronto, May 11-13
Toronto and New York, May 14-19
New York and Washington D.C., May 20-22
Washington D.C., May 23-26
Washington D.C./New York again/Toronto again, May 26-31
Vancouver again and coming home, June 1-5

No pictures yet. I'll have to sit down a while and sift through them before I show anything off.

Now, for the mandatory fic dump.

► DEVIL SUMMONER. // From blossom to dusty blossom.
► SUIKODEN TIERKREIS. // Everybody knows I hate you except you.
► SUIKODEN TIEKRKREIS. // Tireless hunger in your eyes.
► METAL GEAR SOLID 4. // Take care of all our dreams.
► GINTAMA. // We outgrow love like other things.
► FULL METAL ALCHEMIST. // Don't trust a statistic you didn't fake yourself.

Got a lot of backlog, but my activities on LJ and my own need to catch up with downloads keeps me from posting them up in a timely fashion, or working on others.
That member of a woman's group put it so well.

Keep your rosaries out of our ovaries.
izkariote: (attention plz.)
( Jun. 18th, 2009 07:42 pm)
No, by principle, I am not putting this under an LJ cut.

For those of you who might get pissed at it, piss off. The defriend button's always handy.

For those of you who DO care, get the code and spread the word.

If you are reading this right now, you have more luxury than someone in Iran could ever hope for right now. If you are watching TV or a video on youtube, updating your status on Facebook, Tweeting, or even texting your friend, you are lucky. If you are safe in your home, and were able to sleep last night without the sounds of screaming from the rooftops, you need to know and understand what is happening to people just like you in Iran right now.

They are not the enemy. They are a people whose election has been stolen. For the first time in a long time, a voice for change struck the youth of Iran, just as it did for many people in the United States only seven months ago. Hossein Mousavi gained the support of millions of people in Iran as a Presidential candidate. He stands for progressiveness. He supports good relations with the West, and the rest of the world. He is supported with fervor as he challenges the oppressive regime of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.

On Friday, millions of people waited for hours in line to vote in Iran's Presidential election. Later that night, as votes came in, Mousavi was alerted that he was winning by a two-thirds margin. Then there was a change. Suddenly, it was Ahmadinejad who had 68% of the vote - in areas which have been firmly against his political party, he overwhelmingly won. Within three hours, millions of votes were supposedly counted - the victor was Ahmadinejad. Immediately fraud was suspected - there was no way he could have won by this great a margin with such oppposition. Since then, reports have been coming in of burned ballots, or in some cases numbers being given without any being counted at all. None of this is confirmed, but what happened next seems to do the trick.

The people of Iran took the streets and rooftops. They shout "Death to the dictator" and "Allah o akbar." They join together to protest. Peacefully. The police attack some, but they stay strong. Riots happen, and the shouting continues all night. Text messaging was disabled, as was satellite, and websites which can spread information such as Twitter, Facebook, Youtube, and the BBC are blocked in the country. At five in the morning, Arabic speaking soldiers (the people of Iran speak Farsi) stormed a university in the capital city of Tehran. While sleeping in their dormitories, five students were killed. Others were wounded. These soldiers are thought to have been brought in by Ahmadinejad from Lebanon. Today, 192 of the university's faculty have resigned in protest.

Mousavi requested that the government allow a peaceful rally to occur this morning - the request was denied. Many thought that it would not happen. Nevertheless, first a few thousand people showed up in the streets of Tehran. At this point, it is estimated that 1 to 2 million people were there. Mousavi spoke on the top of a car. The police stood by. For a few hours, everything was peaceful. Right now, the same cannot be said. Reports of injuries, shootings, and killings are flooding the internet. Twitter has been an invaluable source - those in Iran who still know how to access it are updating regularly with picture evidence. People are being brutally beaten. Tonight will be another night without rest for so many in Iran no older than I am. Tonight there is a Green Revolution.

For more information:
here and here
Here - near constant updates
Here - ONTD_political live post
@StopAhmadi, @ProtesterHelp

دنیارابگوییدچطورآنهاانتخاباتمان دزدیده اند
Tell the world how they have stolen our election

- original post by [ profile] one_hoopy_frood
izkariote: (memento mori.)
( Apr. 27th, 2009 09:50 pm)
So the Punzalan clan dragged itself out of Metro Manila over the weekend in order to attend my brother Petrik's wedding celebration to his wife, Yas. They've already been civilly married for the past five years now, but you know how it goes with us Catholics: it's the Church wedding that seems to mean so much more.


I woke up to my dad telling me that the internet connection was apparently back to its usual speed - testing it out downstairs verified this, but I went with him to the office anyway because I figured that it could be a serious fluke.

Apologies to those I didn't tag or talk to the whole day today: I was hacking away at my fic backlog, with moderate success. Dump's in the last part of this post, for the interested. ♥

The internet connection was down when I got home, as predicted - it only came around maybe an hour or so ago, and it seems slow again. I'll be staying home tomorrow because the PLDT folks are scheduled to come here and rig us up with a new plan.

Also: seriously considering dropping some RPs sometime soon. I'm also lazy to fix the app that I sent in since it's in need of some minor revisions... I'll prolly get to it once I've cleared out more of my writing backlog.

Head's up to [ profile] rainy_takako and [ profile] mlina for this set. I'll be working on things for [ profile] akaru_hana, [ profile] yukitsu and maybe [ profile] redmoonmurder and [ profile] mlina again for the rest of the week.

And now, ficcage! )
Holy Week is always interesting, for a number of reasons.

This year was no exception.

Fic Dump!

+ Listening to fear (Lorenzo & Liandrin, for [ profile] psychoshoujo)

Final Fantasy 7
+ Born under a bad sign (Cloud, for [ profile] psychoshoujo)

+ Dear me (Mal/Inara/River, for [ profile] psychoshoujo)
+ And you honored in blood rite (Mal/Inara/River, for [ profile] psychoshoujo)

Full Metal Alchemist
+ But not without considerable regret (Hughes & Roy, for [ profile] psychoshoujo)

+ Such a natural, normal lethality (Bansai x Takasugi, for [ profile] rainy_takako)

Gundam Seed/Gundam Seed Destiny
+ What feeds me destroys me (Murrue, for [ profile] psychoshoujo)

Gundam Wing
+ One pierced moment whiter than the rest (Treize & Zechs, for [ profile] psychoshoujo)
+ Many are the dead men, too silent to be real (Quatre, for [ profile] psychoshoujo)

Hanazakari no Kimitachi e
+ An ode to your innocence (Kayashima & Nakatsu, for [ profile] psychoshoujo)

Kingdom Hearts
+ We will now take the path of courage (Mickey, for [ profile] psychoshoujo)

Persona 3 & 4
+ Lit like a burning city (Ryoji/Minato in your hotsprings; for [ profile] rainy_takako)
+ Those who loved early in vain (Mitsuru & Yukari, FES; for [ profile] psychoshoujo)
+ Some girls spit fire (Mitsuru; for [ profile] psychoshoujo)
+ Synesthesia (Souji x Yosuke, for [ profile] psychoshoujo)

Semi-frustrated that I wasn't able to write the whole weekend, but my wrist was being weird again. I guess it couldn't be avoided. orz

Will catch up once I'm sure that it's fine!

Not-so-randomly: one thing I really like about writing by request is that I feel it helps me grow. Makes me write stuff that I normally WOULDN'T write, and all.

Overall, it's never a hassle. I'm even happier when the ones who requested are happy with what I've written for them.

I've FINALLY caught up with One Piece. I can't say that I'm as impressed with it as I might have thought I'd be, but I suppose it was worth the read. I'm also making good time with Gintama, and that is always cool. |D

Now to reread Full Metal Alchemist and catch up on Kekkaishi.

Beyond the animu, I've also finally updated my icons on both relevant accounts and changed my Plurk layout to something so terribly not-worksafe, it's glorious. ♥

Little things like this make my world go 'round at the moment~

Currently in the office now, to catch up on downloads and do all of the other things that only a decent connection will allow me to do. I feel I've caught up with RP duties a little TOO quickly - I'm still waiting on a pending application, so I'm a little reluctant to start working on the apps of the other characters I've got planned. I don't have any hanging logs either (or more like, I've tagged them so I'm just waiting on the other party), so... yeah. o_o

As for things on the home front, I spent a good part of yesterday moving things out of my room. Dad has Big Plans for renovation, so I'll be living like a hobo until the construction and repainting finishes~

Oh. Now that Holy Week is over, I'm going to call PLDT and get that damned upgrade. More than a month of lol!internetz is time enough.
Earlier this month, my family did the usual Advent wreath thing - my parents pretty much follow the book when it comes to all the rituals, and that includes family member sharing timez. The reflection on the fourth week was about recalling how the year had gone and what we had to be grateful for. I've only got one analogy to describe everything that happened, and I'm pretty sure it sucks, but...

2008 was a year of opening, closing, and turning my orbit into a solar system.

I watched my brother get married, I graduated from college after the C-Word's intervention back in '07, I had the craziest summer of my life, I applied for grad school and passed, I was accepted as a lecturer at my home university, I learned that it's possible to stand on my own two feet and provide for myself, I discovered Plurk, I joined my first LJ-based RPGs, I met tons of new and wonderful people, I got closer to the people that I already had, I wrote the most, porned the most, bled the most, cried the most, bitched the most, and loved the most than I ever had in my past 23 years.

Dunno what I've been doing right, and I think I enter 2009 realizing that all the doors have been opened - something tells me that whatever I've done or have not done will be realized within the next two hours and the 365 days hereafter. It's some kind of seriously fucking scary, but I don't think I would want it any other way.

Also: I'm wearing a dress. I hardly ever get to do that.

Happy New Year, everyone.
izkariote: (crazy.)
( Nov. 5th, 2008 09:52 pm)
NaNoWriMo Official Status Report Number Three

Lifted the following points of information from the report:

  • Will attempt to do status checks and NaNo-related rambling in bullet points from here on. o/
  • I now firmly believe that my creative juices can be fueled by a healthy combination of good online company, RP shenanigans, spite over pretentious fanfic writers and generous servings of ice cream. If in case ice cream is not available, cigarettes are a good substitute.
  • I'm past the 15,000 mark and they're STILL not in Italy. orz
  • Am 40% sure that this is going to exceed 50,000 words, but it may still be too early to tell given the fact that after Chapter 5 or so, I'll sorta be winging it for the first part. ...I kind of want to shoot myself now. u_u

I'm trying to seriously make it a report, y'know, and not just an excerpt-dumping thing. orz

15718 / 50000 words. 31% done!


...S-sorry, been capslock spazzing the whole day. I blame the food. And maybe my hormones. @_@;

Might stop writing soon and turn in early for the night, since it's registration shenanigans tomorrow. Will anyone be in the Katipunan area? Text me~ I'll be looking for company!

Lastly: Congratulations, Mr. Barrack Obama, for making the presidency. You've got a lot of hopes and dreams riding on you, man, and while I doubt that whatever policies you do will be able to go through the AT FIELD OF SHIT AND CORRUPTION that we seem to have around my country, I'm sure that if you're awesome enough, you'll do good for America. That, in itself, is fine by me.
Whether we intend it to be or not, Holy Week almost always means returning to something old... or at least it has for me. I think it's because of the fact that we kids in the Punzalan household are placed under house arrest and nothing's open, so there's no point in going out anyway.

That said, what did I end up doing? I ended up getting bitten by the Endtimes bug, and started re-reading the entirety of my very, VERY old story from beginning to end. I just finished this afternoon.

BACKGROUND: For those on you who haven't been on my flist for a while, Endtimes -- ET -- is a story I started to write (and finished) in my freshman year of college... it clocked in at around 806 pages, and went through several revamps and revisions while I was in my sophomore year. From a very simple premise (Witch Hunter Robin meets gay etc. etc.), it expanded into a gimongous universe from which some of my most endearing characters hail from. It also has several hundred spin-offs, the most popular being Thick as Thieves and Bloodsport.

I originally intended to revise ET once and for all when I was in second year, but academic concerns and other stuff kept me from doing it -- basically, I ended up not touching ET for 3-4 years (excluding an experimental run of the first few chapters in the India & Conundrum online fic journal, which I still have to go back to when ET is really ready), and occupied myself with real life, writing fanfiction and doing other projects, like prepping campaigns for table top RPGs like D&D and World of Darkness. It was a little frustrating, but now that I think about it, it was a good thing: it gave me time to really, really think about how to redo ET and expand the universe properly.

Close friends of mine (namely [ profile] khursten, [ profile] ezraelandvari, [ profile] xhael, [ profile] yukitsu, [ profile] kye_kestrel, [ profile] archangel_dream and [ profile] omnicrescence, with Khursten, Rachel, Liss and Drew being my part-time editors at various dates) know about my preoccupation with the story, and have been constantly encouraging me to pick it up again, but this is the first time I've managed to really sit down and get started on it. That's the lovely part about graduating: having a few months to check back on what really matters.

For TL;DR ramblings on writerly stuff and encountering an old work. )

OKAY. Now that the writer stuff is out of the way, what can I REALLY say about all of this? Just one thing:

The original version of Endtimes made a spectacular BL novel.

Cut for some more TL;DR rambling, this time of the corrupted fangirl nature. )

Even though I didn't agree with what a lot of what she said, my CW professor DID make one point that has stuck with me; she said that sometimes, writers find themselves with an idea or a scene that they can't actually handle yet. When that happens, the best thing that one can do is to write what they can for it, and then leave it for a long, long time.

In my case, Endtimes is an example of that sort of work, something that came at a time where I wasn't ready both as an author and as a reader to handle it properly. Now that I'm older and I know more and I've read more and I have a lot more songs to pimp, I think I can finally go back to it and do it properly.

So! Who's up to sitting down with me and helping me replot? x_X

Easter Vigil Mass is tonight. You know. Easter Vigil. The Huge-Ass Dose of Holy Where They Basically Cram Seven Readings Down Your Throat in a Single Night.

...At least my parents are home.

Final Fantasy 7: Crisis Core finally finished downloading. I'll take a break from the writerly stuff to check it out. ♥


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