For reasons of vanity, and I fear the near future will have bosses and co-workers randomly googling people they know, this livejournal is MOSTLY FRIENDSLOCKED.



You can add me if you are a friend of course, but mutual friendship also means that everything under lock in this journal is CONFIDENTIAL and you respect that confidentiality even after you de-friend me, for whatever reason. If you mis-use or abuse any of the information contained therein, not only will you be "de-friended" but you will also get an earful and a swift kick in someplace sensitive from me.

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I usually blog about the following:
1) Personal Stuff: Me, My Job(s), Friends, Family, dates, Cat, my high times and low times, etc.
2) Fandoms: TV, anime, video games, movies, books, theatre.
3) Writings: I sometimes write fanfic, sometimes the orig stuff. Very rare nowadays but it's bound to come up.

I'm also moody: sometimes when I go off on RAGErants or emo posts, it's just to get something off my chest. And yes I am guilty of cryptic stuff that makes my readers paranoid.

As this journal is made as highly personal emotional dumping ground, you're better off interacting with me on plurk or tumblr.

I am thankful for family, friends, my cats, and my weird faith in humanity.

Is all. :)

Sir Barbaza: [fbook status] “What is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil.” — Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil

Student: Ergo, love is amoral?

Sir Barbaza: Hmmm. I would hesitate to say that. I think the key word in Nietzsche is “beyond,” which is quite different from “against” or “absence of.”

Student: Now there’s the rub. What transcends good and evil? If aligned with morality, in which plane would love lie?

Sir Barbaza: I would think that love precisely belongs to a different plane altogether, so that one cannot even think of it as aligned with morality, even if above it. What comes to my mind, for example, is Augustine saying, “Love, and you can do anything.” Or the woman supposedly of ill repute barging into a gathering of honorable men in Bethany driven by her desire to express her love for Jesus, who saw what was in her heart as well as the hypocrisy of the honorable men who were more concerned with “good and evil,” and said, “Let her…” If I may borrow Heidegger’s words for our purposes, we can say that love is “transcendence pure and simple.”

Dear Ovaries,

( where you know you're in for too much information )

Congratulations Mama Joy and Honey, at the end of the day, the fact that you two have found each other is the only thing keeping me going. I wubbles you.

It's looking as if LJ is slowly fading into the limelight into emo dumping ground (hence LJ rename: "Bury My Dread", inspired by the Persona 3 song) and comment whoring.

Ditz dumping ground is becoming ze tumblr, first was a general shinies and fandom discussion forum then turning into... a more regularly updated blog. All the blog, less the fuss.

And general inanity, to feel like you're really talking to me or within earshot distance of me is over at Ze Plurk.

I really should work on the wordpress more often because hell, I'm a writer. It's my main platform for writing what I want, to show off what I can do.

It's easy to have multiple personalities when you know how!

Mia's Christmas Wishlist:

-Gift Certificates to bookstores
-School Supplies (namely 6-hole organizer fillers, notebooks and gel pens)
-Toki Doki merchandise: shirts, shoes, toys, whatever.
-Ace Attorney Investigations for NDS Lite
-Frequent flyer miles to use for anywhere in Asia :D
-Rakets, rakets, rakets

Writing this down because I'm trying not to be sad while I'm in that icky little place between broke and paid.

CONVENTION OF THOSE WOUNDED BY LOVE by Paulo Coelho
http://paulocoelhoblog.com/warrioroflight/05.12.2007/convention-of-those-wounded-in-love/

GENERAL PROVISIONS:

A] Considering that it’s absolutely correct the saying that states that “all is fair in love and war”;

B] Considering that in war we have the Geneva Convention, adopted in August 22nd of 1864, that determines the fate of the wounded in battlefields whereas there is no agreement that was promulgated until this day that deals with the wounded of love, who are much more populous;

IT IS HEREBY DECLARED THAT:

ART. 1 – All lovers, male or female, are now being notified that love, besides being a blessing, is also something very dangerous, unpredictable and able to cause serious damages. Consequently the one who decides to love has to know that his body and soul are exposed to many types of wounds and will not be able to blame the partner in any moment, since the risk is equal to both.

ART. 2- Once a lost arrow from the bow of Cupid hits a person, that person has to immediately ask the archer to dart another arrow in the opposite direction, so that one will not fall prey to the wound famously known as “non-reciprocal love”. In case Cupid refuses such act, the Agreement here promulgated demands that the wounded immediately retrieves the arrow from his heart and throw it in the bin.

Note: In order to achieve this effect, the wounded has to avoid phone calls, internet messages, flower deliveries, or any other act of seduction, since these acts may achieve short term results, but are inevitably erased by time. The convention declares that the wounded has to quickly seek the company of other people in order to control the obsessive thought “it’s still worth to fight for this person”.

ART. 3 – In case the wound comes from third parties, meaning, the loved one is interested in someone else who was not expected in the pre-established plans, it is hereby expressly forbidden any act of revenge. In this case, it is permitted the profuse use of tears, some punches on the wall or pillow, talks with friends where the wounded can freely insult the ex-partner, allege his complete lack of good-taste, but refraining to lessen the partner’s honor.

NOTE: The agreement determines that art. 2 can also be applied: the wounded may seek the company of other people, preferably in places where the partner does not dwell.

ART. 4 – In case of light wounds, hereby classified as small betrayals, fulminating passions that do not last long, transitory sexual disinterest or dysfunction, one has to quickly and abundantly apply a medicine called Forgiveness. Once this medicine applied, one must never look back and the subject must be completely forgotten, never being mentioned as an argument in eventual fights or moments of wrath.

ART. 5 – In the case of definitive wounds, also called “brake-ups”, the only medicine capable of truly healing one’s heart is Time. It’s pointless and ineffective to find consolation with fortune-tellers (that will always allege that the lost love will return), romantic books (in which the endings are always happy ones), TV soap operas or other similar things. One has to suffer with intensity, completely avoiding the use of drugs, painkillers, prayers. Alcohol is only allowed in moderation, never surpassing more than two glasses of wine per day.

FINAL PROVISION: the wounded of love, contrary to the wounded of armed conflicts, are neither victims nor torturers. They have chosen something that is part of life and therefore they have to face the agony and the ecstasy of their choice.

And for those that were never wounded by love, they will never be able to say: “I lived”. Because they haven’t.

Most of my music nowadays comes recommended, or whatever I stumble upon on youtube. I am also a huge sucker for soundtracks.

I first heard Small Faces via 'The Boat That Rocked' (US title: 'Pirate Radio'). Their song 'Lazy Sunday Afternoon' played while the DJs of Pirate Radio got piss drunk on land. The wiki says they're one of the main influences behind Britrock.

This particular song, 'Tin Solider' wowed me because of the rock, and the lyrics.



I, am a little tin soldier
that wants to jump into your fire
you are a look in your eye
a dream passing by in the sky

But I don't understand,
And all I need, is treat me like a man
'cause I ain't no child
take me like I am

(I got to know that I belong to you
I do anything that you want to do
I'll sing any so song that you want me to sing to you)

I don't need no aggravation
I just got to make you
Got, I said listen, i just got to make you, yes, my occupation
I got to know that I belong to you
I'd do anything that you want to do
I'd sing any so song that you want me to sing to you
All I need is your whispered hello
smiles melting the snow
nothing heard
your eyes, are deeper than time
say a love that won't rhyme without words
so now I've lost my way
I need help to show me things to say
Just give me your love, before mine fades away

(I got to know that I belong to you
I'll do anything that you want to do
I'll sing any so song that you want me to sing to you)

oh yeah...oh yeah

Hey! I just want some reaction
someone to give me satisfaction
all I want to do is stick with you , 'cause I love you.

This is a public apology to those who caught the 7pm showing of '(500) Days of Summer' at Greenbelt 1. I am so sorry for laughing through the first part of the movie, when most of you probably wanted to bask in the melancholy of past love or cuddle up to your dates. I was unable to contain my schadenfreude, so that must have made your basking rather awkward or comedic. Or I hope it at least served as a great icebreaker for your date in the form of, "What is up with that hysterical woman in the front row?!"

See, I am Summer. Except my pessimism towards relationships set in much later - at the peak of my relationship with the Tom in my life. Some of those scenes after the number set? Been there, done them, uttered some of the exact same lines in the process. Seeing all of Tom's and my own idiosyncrasies glamorized through Hollywood filters, I could only laugh till my belly hurt. I have not had that sense of verisimilitude with movies since 'Closer' (which had me bawling through the later half of the film).

Oh awesome, I got to use the world verisimilitude again. The fact that the movie earned the very word, pretty much serves as my thumbs up.

I say it again: I hate getting sick. I knew the minute I felt that extra scratch whenever I swallowed, I'd be down for anywhere from 5 days to 2 weeks.

Strangely, with my sickness came the craving for fastfood.

What the heck, mortal body?

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"As we grow up, we choose which mistakes to make." So says Jopet. Trufax.

The difference between then and now is that as I choose these so-called mistakes, I am also aware that I open myself to their rewards and consequences.

Also, Mahar shares that he has learned that nothing can make or break a friendship like how one deals with one friend's vomit. Which probably explains the one or two strange friendships in my life.

Dear Stress-causers and Dramamongers,

I'm too old for this shit.

No love,
Mii's Mortal Body

also --


Dear Mortal Body,

Ok - I'll let you be sick for 1 day. Just 1. Then behave.

I now stink like a Lola for you. I have marinated myself in vicks for you. I am giving up gigs and drink for you. So dear Body, please,

be a wonderland.

Love,
Mii.

"No, of course what really matters
Is the blame,
Somebody to blame.
Fine, if that's the thing you enjoy,
Placing the blame,
If that's the aim,
Give me the blame-

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You're so nice.
You're not good,
You're not bad,
You're just nice.
I'm not good,
I'm not nice,
I'm just right.

-'The Last Midnight' from 'Into the Woods'

When I was 12, my ideal guy would be David Duchovny, Mamoru Chiba, or Stephen Gately.

I think Stephen Gately unwittingly unlocked my hagness when he came out.




If I believe that I could do anything,
Could I spread my wings and say goodbye
So many people told me I couldn't win
But look at me now
Here I am in heaven's sky
And sometimes I say a prayer
Wishing that you could be here with me Cos I believe

I believe in love, it's the best of everything
I believe in hope and the changes it can bring
If you believe then nothing can stand in your way
Just say, I believe

R.I.P. Stephen Patrick David Gately
(17 March 1976 - 10 October 2009)

Because once upon a time, love was the only reason I needed.

A lot of you have followed my long-time love affair with Indomie (Indonesian instant noodles) since 2000.

So you will understand perfectly why this headline rocked my world: 1 Million noodle packs from Indonesia donated to flood victims. Not that I'm getting any of it, but that just made me doki-doki.

And that's premium stuff. You can buy those same noodles at random Mata Hari stands in Manila for about P25-35 pesos, when it costs about P6-10 equivalent in Jakarta.

Also, it tastes great topped with cornbeef and fried egg.

FFVI's World of Ruin is ruining me. I've become more walkthrough dependent and I've come close to breaking my own DS twice in my frustration.

I also realized that Harlock gets tired -- he's one of those that'll blank out if played for too-long a time. According to the help forums I've poked with this problem, it's normal, especially for early versions of the DS. WHich is what I've got with me, I suppose.

Oh, and fandom dumping will be here from now on: http://materiagirl.tumblr.com. Cause heaven help me, I think I like cosplaying. But since I have a fondness for the more obscure characters, I don't think I can make this a career. xD

Also, books. My Boss at the children's center I teach at is full of WIN. I got the entire Percy Jackson series, and I'm due for a copy of 'The Lost Symbol'. Ah, being pseudo-governess has its perks. :P So at the bookfair I ended up stocking up on workbooks and suggested curriculum's for Creative Writing and Reading Workshops, as well as educational toys. I did indulge in 2 things: The last Harry Potter book (which I don't have a copy of, yet) and a collection of African folk tales.

Also: I know it's a weird day when the music from 'Next to Normal' the musical becomes...soothing.

Maybe we can't be okay
But maybe we're tough and we'll try anyway
We'll live with what's real
Let go of what's past
And maybe I'll see you at last

We tried to give you a normal life. I realize now, I have no clue what that is.

I don't need a life that's normal
That's way too far away
But something next to normal
Would be okay
Yeah, something next to normal
That's the thing I'd like to try
Close enough to normal
To get by

Mii as Ds-tan, with Godot from Phoenix Wright T&T.

I <3 this picture.

The Pasig River Ferry is refreshing, but...sad.

How can anyone have the gall to maintain a freakin' palace between stretches of slums?

Bad vibes out first -- as someone who worked as a stage manager, HOW IN HOLY HELL IS IT NORMAL TO HAVE AN HOUR LONG LULL BETWEEN THE OPENING ACT AND THE MAIN EVENT?! IT MAKES NO SENSE TO WARM THE AUDIENCE UP THEN LEAVE THEM HANGING IN DEAD AIR FOR NEARLY AN HOUR. Am I sounding like a hoity-toity theater person, or whaaat? I'm sorry, but I'd rather the entire concert be delayed by an hour then be teased with an OPENING ACT and forced to WAIT--FOR AN HOUR--for the main act. Ugh!

It's a good thing the wait was worth it. Oh happiness, metaphorical panties, musicgasms, and Trent Reznor sexxing up his mic.

Need I say more about how happy I was about NIN coming into town?