I'm guessing that you, whoever you are, reader, have not read my past four blogs. Lol. Okay fine.
Whatever. I'm feeling really awful at the moment, so I can't write as much.
Hum, ho. My music needs updating. It seriously does.
Recommend a song/artist/album before you leave, aye? Cbox is open for you guys.
17.5.09
15.5.09
Mlogging May
2. Web Design:
>>Artistilynx[.com]
---
---Main Layout
---Coding
>>HGInfinity (c/o AL)
---Main Layout
---Content
****Characters
****Wallpapers
****Goodies
---Coding
>>DBS Manila
---
---Forum
---Photo Gallery
---Coding
>>DBS Manila--The Sparks Online Bulletin: SparksVivo.
---Main Layout
---Content
****News, Vlog and Podcast
---Coding
>>One Alliance
---Main Layout
---Forum
---Coding
---Gallery
---Documentation
---Database (big sis is gonna do this for me, thanks!)
>>Thoughtspresso[.com] (Yes, folks, there will be one.)
---Main Layout
****The Monstrous Header Art
---Content
****Tutes
****Artwork
****Mlog Calendar
****Vlog/Podcast
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--Coding, duh.
3. Journals + Autobiographies:
>>Until the Dripping Stops
---Five Chapters
---Illustrations
>>Teen on Training
---Seven Chapters
---Photographs
4. Novels
>>That yaoi smut novel Erro was asking me to write her. *procrastinates*
5. HGInfinity: The Sands of Eternity
>>Web Manga
>>Omake
>>Editing
>>Art Goods
>>Cover Arts
6. Designs
>>DBS Seniors Deployment Shirt
7. Copy 42 CD's into 2 (Sr. Gigi)
8. The Sparks
>>Write
>>Take Photos
>>Assign a new photographer for next year
>>Design Layout
---Logo
---InDesign Layout
---Cover
>>Make some comics and games
>>Find my staffers and bother them from vacation for no reason
>>Make tutorials on how to write, for the younger members
9. Good For Nothing CSS Projects
>>Blogger Skin
>>Multiply Theme
>>Plurk Layout
10. STUDY FOR COLLEGE ENTRANCE EXAMS; A MUST!!!!!!!!!!! WHY HAVEN'T YOU DONE IT YET?! DO YOU PLAN TO HAVE YOUR WHOLE LIFE LOST WITH NO CAREER WHATSOEVER, YOU IDIOT!!!
11. Useless stuff:
>>Video Games
-Finish American McGee's Alice game
-Level Up on Angels Online
>>Anime
-Watch Rozen Maiden OVA
-Watch the Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya
-ROD the TV
-Darker than Black
>>Manga
-D-Gray Man
-Pandora Hearts
>>Novels
-The Super Naturalist by Eoin Colfer
-Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follet
-Luxe by Anne Godbersen
-Rumors: A Luxe Novel by Anne Godbersen (not sure of her name, though, really)
-I'd Tell You I Love You But I'd Have To Kill You (by whoever, low priority, don't care)
-The Time Paradox by Eoin Colfer
-My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picolt
-Painted House by...uhm, CRAP I forgot his name.
-I wanna read a few Austen books...maybe.
-EL FILIBUSTERISMO BY JOSE RIZAL!!! IMPORTANT SCHOOL MATERIAL!
12. Do the school shopping thing for supplies and shoes
13. Most Importantly:
-Hang out with friends for our last summer together, before Ms. S. leaves us all.
-Resolve the problem in our loop--Szyn and Miki aren't getting along
-See VERLY! this summer, I miss her.
-Give Shaina, my beloved Shaina(!), her present
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BTW, I crossed out all the ones that I've finished.
To be completed on or before June 8.
When Cram and Log Equals Mlog
A cram log, or mlog, is a blog entry or journal entry of any sort that lists or accounts the enormous amount of work one has to finish in a short amount of time. A mlog is basically the blog of a workaholic or a person on the rush.
At some point, that's part of who I am.
On an almost, if not, daily basis, most especially during the school year, one would find me writing on a journal, a blog, a notepad, a sheet of paper, or an organizer what exactly I have to do next. They're not only to-do lists, they're cram logs.
I can't believe, however, that I've spent my summer mlogging away, only to find that the school year is looming in, only to have me mlog some more.
OookayFINE, I didn't really mlog away the summer since I was procrastinating. Give me a break! I was busy the whole school year. Can't I freely rest and watch a couple few animes while I'm not being watched and graded for every move I make?
And that's exactly why I'm mlogging now. I've procrastinated enough to have all my work sink in to the half-end of the summer vacation. Four weeks from now, and I'll face more doom than there are Chinese people.
Ah, procrastination--the perfect snack to accompany your cup of coffee, and your fate of absolute hell.
At some point, that's part of who I am.
On an almost, if not, daily basis, most especially during the school year, one would find me writing on a journal, a blog, a notepad, a sheet of paper, or an organizer what exactly I have to do next. They're not only to-do lists, they're cram logs.
I can't believe, however, that I've spent my summer mlogging away, only to find that the school year is looming in, only to have me mlog some more.
OookayFINE, I didn't really mlog away the summer since I was procrastinating. Give me a break! I was busy the whole school year. Can't I freely rest and watch a couple few animes while I'm not being watched and graded for every move I make?
And that's exactly why I'm mlogging now. I've procrastinated enough to have all my work sink in to the half-end of the summer vacation. Four weeks from now, and I'll face more doom than there are Chinese people.
Ah, procrastination--the perfect snack to accompany your cup of coffee, and your fate of absolute hell.
14.5.09
Questions for the Nauseous
Nothing in the world stood still. Even the world itself rotates on an axis everyday. Of course, you could never notice it all—the movement was always so slow. But to me, at that moment, it seemed as if the whole world was shaking from a massive earthquake; only that everything is blurring up and spinning, not really shaking.
It felt like a sea of an otherworldly motion sickness was making rounds in my stomach, and that some invisible man punched me, right in the middle of it all. The waves were rising now and—“augh!”—all I saw next was a white porcelain bowl filled with yellowish green stomach acids, with bits of mush mixed in with the concoction.
My eyes were tearing from the experience. My mouth tasted bitter and sour at the same time. My salivary glands were going mad, as drool escaped a corner of my lip. I flushed it all down, stood up, and washed my face in the sink.
The water was cool, refreshing in its own way, as it ran down my warm face. Raising that same warm face, I checked it in the mirror, seeing only the face of, who I know is, a healthy person: reddish-pink lips and rosy cheeks, a clear, tan, Filipina complexion, dark eyes and long hair. I couldn’t understand how anything could be wrong with me at this point. I had looked worse before, and I had gone through worse illnesses. Then why was I vomiting; why were my joints shaking, why was everything blurring and why—“aughkkkk!”—was I hugging this toilet again for dear life?
Giving up on my questions, I was, moments later, sitting quietly on the sofa, and waiting for everything to stop spinning. I could notice my mother and my sister at the home office in the corner, somewhere next to the underneath of the staircase. She glanced at my direction a few times, but tried to look away, and look back to the work she’s doing for her next job interview. She tried ignoring her feelings of sympathy and pity. “Focus,” she must have been thinking. But that didn’t really erase the frown on her face. Did my situation really look that bad?
Hm, maybe. I had been, after all, vomiting everything for two days. Everything, with no exaggeration: water, food, juice, oatmeal, medication, nibbles of bread or rice, and even stomach acids, when there was nothing else left of me.
“I’ll take you to the ER,” my mom suggested. I almost wanted to say no, but a person can only live without food or drink for three days. And my blurry eyesight was telling me that it was already two in the morning. It was already the third day, and only a few hours more to count my life to, before my energy-starved body would eat through my muscles to suck for a life-force.
“Hmkay,” was all I could manage to say through my trembling lips. It was all the response my dizzy head could think up. It was all the response I needed.
I took the heart-shaped, green pillow lying on my bed and rode in the car. The driver kicked start the engine, and I felt every vibration it made, considering it was a rather silent car, and a fairly new one too.
I sat stiffly through the ride, hoping for no speed bumps. I closed my eyes, counted to ten, and pulled back the nauseous feeling as I hugged the green pillow to its suffocation.
Until the Dripping Stops: An Autobiographical Narrative
Chapter One: Questions for the Nauseous
An Arlihama Thoughtspresso Original Composition
Fave the Original.
It felt like a sea of an otherworldly motion sickness was making rounds in my stomach, and that some invisible man punched me, right in the middle of it all. The waves were rising now and—“augh!”—all I saw next was a white porcelain bowl filled with yellowish green stomach acids, with bits of mush mixed in with the concoction.
My eyes were tearing from the experience. My mouth tasted bitter and sour at the same time. My salivary glands were going mad, as drool escaped a corner of my lip. I flushed it all down, stood up, and washed my face in the sink.
The water was cool, refreshing in its own way, as it ran down my warm face. Raising that same warm face, I checked it in the mirror, seeing only the face of, who I know is, a healthy person: reddish-pink lips and rosy cheeks, a clear, tan, Filipina complexion, dark eyes and long hair. I couldn’t understand how anything could be wrong with me at this point. I had looked worse before, and I had gone through worse illnesses. Then why was I vomiting; why were my joints shaking, why was everything blurring and why—“aughkkkk!”—was I hugging this toilet again for dear life?
Giving up on my questions, I was, moments later, sitting quietly on the sofa, and waiting for everything to stop spinning. I could notice my mother and my sister at the home office in the corner, somewhere next to the underneath of the staircase. She glanced at my direction a few times, but tried to look away, and look back to the work she’s doing for her next job interview. She tried ignoring her feelings of sympathy and pity. “Focus,” she must have been thinking. But that didn’t really erase the frown on her face. Did my situation really look that bad?
Hm, maybe. I had been, after all, vomiting everything for two days. Everything, with no exaggeration: water, food, juice, oatmeal, medication, nibbles of bread or rice, and even stomach acids, when there was nothing else left of me.
“I’ll take you to the ER,” my mom suggested. I almost wanted to say no, but a person can only live without food or drink for three days. And my blurry eyesight was telling me that it was already two in the morning. It was already the third day, and only a few hours more to count my life to, before my energy-starved body would eat through my muscles to suck for a life-force.
“Hmkay,” was all I could manage to say through my trembling lips. It was all the response my dizzy head could think up. It was all the response I needed.
I took the heart-shaped, green pillow lying on my bed and rode in the car. The driver kicked start the engine, and I felt every vibration it made, considering it was a rather silent car, and a fairly new one too.
I sat stiffly through the ride, hoping for no speed bumps. I closed my eyes, counted to ten, and pulled back the nauseous feeling as I hugged the green pillow to its suffocation.
Until the Dripping Stops: An Autobiographical Narrative
Chapter One: Questions for the Nauseous
An Arlihama Thoughtspresso Original Composition
Fave the Original.
10.5.09
SAI
SAI, Nona's second brother (though she never had one in the first place), is a relatively good piece of software. It's simple, and user-friendly for pen tablet users. It takes control over pen pressure well, even with the most mediocre of tablet hardware.
The arrangement of tools, tabs and windows are efficient for use. Even the color sliders are unique. Truly, SAI is a good start-up for amateur CG artists who have just started using pen tablets.
In fact, SAI is even good for mouse artists. The blending techniques of the software are unique to it.
Everyone should use SAI!
--even though it's fudging up around right now.
For some reason, the canvas for the art piece I'm making right now wouldn't save, export or anything.
My SAI has been cracked properly, thanks to ScarletPianoWires from deviantART. But for some reason, I couldn't do anything.
Too bad. NoNa has finally uploaded great art using SAI, and I'm left behind.
Similarly, for some reason, my PhotoshopCS4 refuses control from the pen pressure. I can't do anything right now. I can only use Adobe Illustrator. And it isn't that IllustratorCS4 is bad, or anything. It's a great program that gives a cleaner look and feel to the art.
But it's a rather finished look, and can't produce that rough, hand-drawn feeling to the art. It's perfect for cartoon illustration, shirt prints and web design--three of the things I need to accomplish this summer.
But the basics like coloring in a character will take forever to do. (However, when it's done, it looks like a perfectly clean cell-shading technique, like it was a clear screen shot from an anime.)
But cellshading always looked rather flat to me--awesome, clean, consistent, professional, anime-like, but flat.
So now I'm doomed, stuck and a number of other participles.
Great.
The arrangement of tools, tabs and windows are efficient for use. Even the color sliders are unique. Truly, SAI is a good start-up for amateur CG artists who have just started using pen tablets.
In fact, SAI is even good for mouse artists. The blending techniques of the software are unique to it.
Everyone should use SAI!
--even though it's fudging up around right now.
For some reason, the canvas for the art piece I'm making right now wouldn't save, export or anything.
My SAI has been cracked properly, thanks to ScarletPianoWires from deviantART. But for some reason, I couldn't do anything.
Too bad. NoNa has finally uploaded great art using SAI, and I'm left behind.
Similarly, for some reason, my PhotoshopCS4 refuses control from the pen pressure. I can't do anything right now. I can only use Adobe Illustrator. And it isn't that IllustratorCS4 is bad, or anything. It's a great program that gives a cleaner look and feel to the art.
But it's a rather finished look, and can't produce that rough, hand-drawn feeling to the art. It's perfect for cartoon illustration, shirt prints and web design--three of the things I need to accomplish this summer.
But the basics like coloring in a character will take forever to do. (However, when it's done, it looks like a perfectly clean cell-shading technique, like it was a clear screen shot from an anime.)
But cellshading always looked rather flat to me--awesome, clean, consistent, professional, anime-like, but flat.
So now I'm doomed, stuck and a number of other participles.
Great.
5.5.09
The Things that Make my Life Right Now
1. Vomit--Lots of it;
2. Cranberry Juice;
3. Cranberry-Grape Juice;
4. More vomit;
5. American McGee's Alice;
6. FullMetal Alchemist Brotherhood;
7. Oatmeal;
8. My Family;
9. The People on dA Who Care, Even Though We Don't Know Each Other;
10. Plurkers and the Huggapalooza;
11. My Pen Tablet;
12. NoNa's Swarm of Mutant Bunnies (No Wonder You Kill Them);
13. My Cellphone--Hooray for Sun(!);
14. Pandora Hearts;
15. Vomit.
No, not really. But that's what there was yesterday.
2. Cranberry Juice;
3. Cranberry-Grape Juice;
4. More vomit;
5. American McGee's Alice;
6. FullMetal Alchemist Brotherhood;
7. Oatmeal;
8. My Family;
9. The People on dA Who Care, Even Though We Don't Know Each Other;
10. Plurkers and the Huggapalooza;
11. My Pen Tablet;
12. NoNa's Swarm of Mutant Bunnies (No Wonder You Kill Them);
13. My Cellphone--Hooray for Sun(!);
14. Pandora Hearts;
15. Vomit.
No, not really. But that's what there was yesterday.
1.5.09
Huzzah, Huzzah!
Bazaar! Bazaar! (Inside joke. Nevermind me.)
Exactly.
That would be it.
Pain, pain go away. >_> I hope to be a guy someday. So monthly, this pain won't stay. Can't dismenorrhea just flippin' stay away?
LALALALALALA.
Done.
Exactly.
That would be it.
Pain, pain go away. >_> I hope to be a guy someday. So monthly, this pain won't stay. Can't dismenorrhea just flippin' stay away?
LALALALALALA.
Done.
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