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    I present to you, Mistress Rhode Camelot. My first attempt at coloring Rhode. 

    She’s a lovely character. The kind that makes you want to read D.Gray-Man more.

        Speaking of which, I will have to wait for 5 tormenting weeks before the next issue comes out. And I hope, like everyone else (who reads the manga), this long break will help the manga’s development. Waiting could kill you if you think about it too much. So, I will try my best not to. Besides I got other distressing things to attend to. Like the tons of chapters I have to bury my nose at (till it bleeds scarlet headache, if there’s ever such a thing).

        Oh, I slept 4 peaceful hours this afternoon. Hopefully, that’d be enough for tonight’s agenda.

        I sound like I have all the time in the world. I have 3 exams haunting me till Thursday.  That would be 2 nights from now. 

       I gotta scoot. It’s 1 late night for this deranged chic tonight. Another wishful late night. 

Current Mood:   Paranoid   

If we try

            For years and years people keep searching and researching for the one thing which makes this life complete. And I guess, in it's most honest sense, the truth is a little more terrifying than the the mass abduction of women in Darfur; a little more painful than the 130,000 people who die from cancer every year (65,000 of whom are aged under 75); a little more satirical than the comedic scene the Philippine government provides; a little more historically golden than the Ming Dynasty of China; a little more intellectually stupefying than Einstein's theory of relativity; a little more real than Jesus Christ's death on the cross; and even a little more superficial than Paris Hilton.

            There's a little bit more to it than what it gives and shows us. And we can't see that. We can't find that. Why? Because the only thing we get out of life is experience - life itself. The truth behind it will never be complete as it truly is. Or at least, not in our eyes. 

            Perhaps God designed us not to be superhumans because by then life wouldn't be as terrifying, as painful, as comedic, as golden, as intellectual, as superficial and as real as it is in our eyes. This twist of uncertainty and mystery to life is what makes it interesting. And to us, or at least to me, it's what makes life, life. 

            I don't know what's my reason for blab today. After listening to KT Tunstall's Tracks in July album, I sort of fell in love with her song Fall. It made me think of some things. Here. It might make you think, too.

Fall - KT Tunstall

           She sings, "If we try."

           So what if life has its missing pieces? So what if we can never fill in the mysteries and uncertainties in it?

           Perhaps, if we try, the truth we see may just be enough for us. 

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I've never felt so dumb… not until I met Micro. 

                                                          -Jen

            The jeepney ride today brought back nostalgic thoughts of poverty, helping out and doing what can be done. What's supposed to be done. I told myself that no matter how far I'd go, I cannot escape my reality. The urgency and the longing to help out cannot pass me by without notice. The Cranberries had just the right words for this rousing. Something like, "To hell with what you're thinking. To hell with your narrow mind. You're so distracted from the real thing, you should leave your life behind."

            Micro was depressing much today. Everyone went home with a bullied heart wanting to bully back. How. How. How. I cannot fathom. Everyone. Everyone felt so the same after the last paper got submitted. Ugh. How to go about it? By not going about it. 

            Sora looks screwed in the pic. Or maybe the coloring did it. Screwed it. Anyway, this look was just sort of an act. Because he was a real badass. And badass people don't get looks like this one. How I wish our Micro were the same. Just an act. But manga and reality are like the two ends of a broad spectrum. There will be no acts over depressing exams and there will be no badasses when it comes to Twister Fries. May the twister happily twist (in a frying pan?).

              Maybe it's time to make myself useful now. So much for studying insanely and ending up being unrewarded anyway. Tomorrow will be badminton tryouts. Hope this one works well. It better.       

            About helping out. I should. Hopefully I can squeeze some of my time and go visit the convent. Play with the kids. Hmmm…

Current Mood:  Sterilized 

Yelling Cyborg?

        So before I swamp myself over tedious letters that code for genetic sequences and codons, I had to sneak in here for a healthy breather. I have to calm down.

        I missed a quiz in chem this morning. Big deal. Okay, yes it's a big deal. Such that I would spend my night right by studying so that I won't have to cram my way to it tomorrow. I slept early last night. Not that early. But the thing is that I slept. I was supposed to wake up for fixing our correlates. Instead, I ended up waking 4 in the morning. Like what Gwen Stefani was singing, I woke up 4 in the morning and my tears were pouring because I had to finish my correlates which I have not even started yet. (T__T) Plus I had chem at 7 am. I pushed my way to being unlucky. I won't say I deserved it. But I could have done better. And I knew that. Still do. >.<

         So now, I won't be doing the same thing. I only get a few chances out of life. Might as well make use of it and use it right. Oh, and we did well in our correlates. So much for cramming. It's random luck, people call it. 

         I wish I was one cyborg. Like what my icon says. Kimmy stands for one. I wanna yell. It gets off hte tension. But I don't want to look like the lunatic that I am - so I will yell in silence.

         Here. Was that loud enough? Hmph. Never mind. Another long night. Hopefully this one will tun out real. 

 Current Mood:  Fixed

Exploding

        I feel like exploding again. That would be because I am overly imaginative and for the wrong reasons. Or maybe not for the right reasons. I hate it. Anyway, my biochem exam was grand after all. The results were given last Monday. I forgot to celebrate because too much work were piled up against my poor poor brain that I missed to wallow in the thought, even for a few seconds.

        Anyway, I've been stealing time to color and try to work out my spatial abilities  more. One can't waste away such things - spatial abilities. Haha. Okay, like I have it. I guess I have to get started with my correlates. It's a man of three. But the man is subtracted by two. Thus, there's is only one person left in the man of three. And that would be me. That's just for tonight.

        Oh oh, spare me a long night!

Current mood:  Agitated