Things that make you go hmm...
My friend forwarded an email about a yaoi convention happening around May or so... It sounds interesting. I may not write fanfiction about the Gundam Wing boys, or pair up Minamino and Hiei, but I'd support my local gender-bender supporters. :P Besides, it'll give me something to do with my girlfriend this summer. And my friend (remember the one who wrote about the unassuming perfect weapon?) would enjoy it too. I don't know if he's much of a yaoi fan himself (i think he is, though), but his life IS a yaoi story! And personally, _his_ story would catch on!

Anyway...

I can still taste my lover's lips on mine right now. Funny how I'd only fantasized about the things I do right now just a year back or so. The stuff of secret trysts, all that... I could write a novel. I SHOULD write a novel. But then again, some things you just can't write about, even if there was a one-million-dollar price tag on it. Most of the things I do with her are definitely worth more than anything here. And the best stories tell themselves, I believe. All you need to do is look at me and you'd know how much I'm happy right now.

... well, where my lover and I are concerned.

Meh.

On mothers and the funny things they do
Mothers are the only people I know who can say one thing, proclaim it law, then turn around and do the exact anti-thesis, and *never* get prosecuted for it. I don't know, it's just funny in an annoying way.

My mom coaxed me out of my little hole in the wall (i.e, my room)last night for a midnight snack of Spam pizza. All that after proclaiming me and herself on an all-natural food diet. (okay, I guess I didn't mind that one contradiction, since I like junk an awful lot)

Quite droll, innit?

Anyway, we were halfway through the pizza when the phone started ringing. Upon this unexpected turn of events, my mom told me to hold off all conversations over the phone until the pizza was finished. So I told my girlfriend I'd call her back. As I got out of my room my mom complained that "we never got any time to spend with each other, mother-daughter bonding," and all that. After saying her bit, she picks up her last slice of Spam pizza and retreats to her room to watch her sitcoms.

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... See?

I just grinned. I grinned so wide that the corners of my mouth started cracking with the tension. Summoning the Great Angel of Patience's guidance (or whoever's in charge of keeping mere mortals sane), I just calmly picked up the plates, washed them, and took out all my pent-up frustration on the poor Poporings in La-la-land.

That, folks, is a perfect illustration to defend my first argument.

:P

On mothers and the funny things they do
Mothers are the only people I know who can say one thing, proclaim it law, then turn around and do the exact anti-thesis, and *never* get prosecuted for it. I don't know, it's just funny in an annoying way.

My mom coaxed me out of my little hole in the wall (i.e, my room)last night for a midnight snack of Spam pizza. All that after proclaiming me and herself on an all-natural food diet. (okay, I guess I didn't mind that one contradiction, since I like junk an awful lot)

Quite droll, innit?

Anyway, we were halfway through the pizza when the phone started ringing. Upon this unexpected turn of events, my mom told me to hold off all conversations over the phone until the pizza was finished. So I told my girlfriend I'd call her back. As I got out of my room my mom complained that "we never got any time to spend with each other, mother-daughter bonding," and all that. After saying her bit, she picks up her last slice of Spam pizza and retreats to her room to watch her sitcoms.

...

...

...

... See?

I just grinned. I grinned so wide that the corners of my mouth started cracking with the tension. Summoning the Great Angel of Patience's guidance (or whoever's in charge of keeping mere mortals sane), I just calmly picked up the plates, washed them, and took out all my pent-up frustration on the poor Poporings in La-la-land.

That, folks, is a perfect illustration to defend my first argument.

:P

Why Some Things Suck
It kinda sucks when everything within the kharmic circle of things fucks up and you're left with having to suffer for something someone close to you did. This happened today when I was forced to drop my animation class because my tuition fee was long overdue. Surely my mother didn't think that I could go to school for free, right? I'm no friggin' scholar. And well, she has to pay the matriculation sometimes. I've been going to school for the past four weeks with an outstanding balance from last semester and no option for a student loan anywhere. Here, go to a bank and ask for a 'student loan' and you'll be met with dozen blank stares, only 2 of which come from actual bank customers.

I've been seriously rethinking my career path since school started. I've wanted to be an animator for as long as I can remember, and I always considered it to be a respectable profession, right? Some people might consider it 'immature' and 'illegitimate', but these are the same people who take their kids to watch the latest Disney or Pixar movie at the multiplex.

Hey, someone's GOT to make those things somehow, right?

I don't know why exactly, but my family has always had an anti-artist standing when it came to their offspring's career choices. The 'rents always prep their kids to become lawyers, doctors and businessmen (and the last option only gained approval only _recently_) and fiddling around with computers was considered only a pastime you'd fool around with once you had money to burn. And drawing? Meh. Don't even _think_ about it.
Imagine what it took to actually tell those "village elders" that I wanted to become an animator and quit my pre-law course. I was marking myself off as a social pariah, and a big L was burning itself onto my forehead the minute I opened my mouth to tell them about it. Well, now I'm taking up a course that includes animation and Web design, and though the "village elders" sigh with disapproval everytime they catch sight of their "prodigal daughter"; I have never been happier. Until now, when everything started f**king up majorly.

Anyway, as my girlfriend keeps on telling me (and which is why I love her SO VERY MUCH ^_^, I LOVE YOU LOVE! ^*^), there's more than one way to achieve your goal. And if it involves quitting this course to take the one-year specialization courses, I'll do it, by george. I won't mind that my family thinks me more of a loser than I already seem to them: it's _their_ problem. Besides, it's _their_ fault that my school life is MAJORLY irregular.

Enough of this, let's get some of that.

PS. Someone in this room sounds like he needs speech therapy. And to think this is the student publications office. Sheesh.

Aaagh.
Well, I just found out today that sometimes friends can make either really great or really sucky business partners. Case in point: my little "meeting" with my friends about a start-up that we'd be part of. It isn't ours, but it'll showcase our work: an online comic and all that. And if it's a hit, we'll make money. Simple, huh?

Not quite.

Everyone had his or her own idea as to what the online comic should be about. I had a 'threads of fate' thing going, my girl had a grown-up, darker version of Scooby-Doo; one of our friends had a divine hierarchy drama going, and yet another had a story about the unassuming 'perfect weapon'. These were all good ideas, I guess, and I made the mistake of trying to incorporate a little bit of everything into one story. Okay, it was my mistake, and I am taking the blame for leaving the story 'wide open'. With this on hand, Mr. Divine Hierarchy took charge of the whole thing and practically _directed_ EVERYTHING, from the setting to the costumes, to the little annoying mascots and the kitchen sink. He took the Scooby-Doo idea and revamped it, not really letting us get our two bits into the picture. I let him: he's always had a knack for getting a tad too enthusiastic about most every venture, anyway. But I guess I didn't like it that he started off right away without even letting any of us have a say in; so much as to actually _make_ that story's original creator recreate her own work to fit his pseudo-Victorian vision.

Well... it was almost enough to make me forget that he is a friend of mine, so I just shut up. I shut up for the rest of the day. I didn't like it either that we had to go with him to meet up with his best friend. Well, that I didn't mind. What I minded was that when we talked to him on the phone, he made it sound like meeting up with his friend was _our_ responsibility. "What time are you gyus getting here?" he said on the phone. When my girl and I said that since our head honcho wasn't around due to a family trip, therefore we could take it easy, he said, "But we have to meet up with my best friend!" as if it were really part of the agenda. And she only asked to meet up with him that very day.

Well, enough ranting. Guess this day has exhausted itself.