For reasons of vanity, and I fear the near future will have bosses and co-workers randomly googling people they know, a lot of 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, Boyfriend, 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 open to friending people I don't know in real life, but I'd rather get to know them first through regular correspondence online.

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.

I do most of my online mingling nowadays on plurk, as it saves me awkward openings on y!m and helps me keep track of people. More and more people are adding me there so this'll serve as my plurk faq, to save me from repeating myself.

Yes, a Mia plurkfaq. I know, I'm full of it. ;p

Can you add me as a friend?
I only friend those who know me, those who know my friends, and/or those who keep in regular contact with me. Adds for greater karma are not entertained.

What do you do for a living?
I'm actually pretty dang busy. I am occupied with the following:

-English Language Teaching. I'm a certified ESL teacher. It doesn't always show on the plurk, because once I'm out of the classroom or close my lesson plan book, I just yak. :p Unsurprisingly, I'm best at Speaking & Listening classes. At the moment I teach Spaniards online.

-Creative Writing and Reading Workshops. I hold CW workshops for all ages, I'm also pilot-testing a workshop on effective blogging, and can hold a reading appreciation program for kids and parents. I enjoy teaching this more than ESL, but the sessions aren't as regular.

-Sometimes I do theatre, mostly stage and production management. What does that do exactly? I'm the one that makes sure everything goes according to schedule, is prepared, and sometimes presses buttons in the tech booth to check the lights and sounds. But like most folk, "what I really want to do is direct".

-And sometimes, I write. I mostly write for myself and I'm horrible at meeting deadlines. I have an article coming out soon (a review on an anime) and I hope that means I'll get to write more often.

Yes, I am that busy.

Single or taken?
Erm, no comment. But take a look at my new philosophy.

What language is that?
English. Sometimes Tagalog, and I know some survival Bahasa Indonesia but I barely blog in it.

Crossposted from my wordpress.

Last week, My Mom’s friend was found dead in her hotel room in Tibet. When Mom immediately relayed the news to me, I asked, “You’re kidding, right?”

“Why would I joke about that?!” Mom shrieked.

“Well since Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson, a lot of death hoaxes are going around.”

Mom’s friend finally made it to Tibet after months of planning. She’s texted Mom regularly since her arrival and has complained of breathlessness, mouth sores, and dizziness. She was also a chain smoker, which probably didn’t help her up in the high altitudes. As the story goes, she was preparing for a tour one day and rang up the front desk at 5am to remind them to set her breakfast early. The hours ticked by, the tour guide arrived, and she didn’t go downstairs. They rang her room and no one picked up. The front desk got concerned and went up to her room. After a few knocks, no one answered, so they broke the door open. They found Mom’s friend dead on her bed.

“Rockstar.” I remarked.

Mom’s friend didn’t lead a happy life. She was lonely most of the time, for as long as I could remembered she was depressed and not very easy to get along with. As another friend mused, “This might be a blessing.”

The family traveled to Tibet to claim the body. They wanted an autopsy but was put off by the amount of required paperwork. They decided to cremate the body and scatter her ashes there. They bought a turquoise urn to keep the ashes in. For lack of Christian or Catholic priests in the area, they decided to have her final rites in a Tibetan tradition. They would head out to a lake two hours from Lhasa, where some of her ashes would rest. The rest of her, they’d take back home, where friends and family could properly see her off.

May she finally find peace in the heavens above.

References to Devil Summoner ahoy~





Mica: Well that brings new meaning to détente.

Mii: I don't get it.

Mica: You know, ice, snow, Frost...and he gave it to you as a present...

Mii: ...*throws Raidou at her*

Mica: xD

( more pics of Raidou in the cut )

I am amused and fan-furiated that I got this tidbit from Anne in Indonesia, and not from my immediate Kpop fanfriends. Kalen Lin Hara, who has breathed the same air as Suju, are you watching this space?!

The Cebu prisoners do Super Jr's 'Sorry Sorry'. The first video is the dance edition of the music video, the second is the Debu prisoner interpretation of it.





I'll leave that song to play in your head for awhile. Da-da-da-dadada-da...

Détente - (french) relaxing, thawing

Also used as an expression to describe the end of the Cold War, so my sis says.

Peace talks are in progress. Cease fire. Yes you can come out for air.

Sake destroys brains but fixes bridges, in a span of 2 hours. :P

I am officially exhausted.

I have finally snapped out of my emo rut. I am not as happy with my work as I should be, but I am finding varying degrees of satisfaction. I am more tired than angry. I am now on a little floating cloud of 'miispace'. Yes I am still going to see a therapist because my sister is sweet enough to try to keep me balanced, but for the most part, I want to move on.

So you. Yes, YOU.

We're not friends, but the fact that we're lj friends again means that we can start from ground 0. I dunno what we'll work ourselves up to be, but at least I've exhausted the need to--well, sedate you.

So please, to start - get your stuff -- i just really need the shelf space. If you're not going to get them back, I'm selling them for a greater cause.

And earlier today -- eh, college, still comes back to haunt me. *shakes head*

So, why kidnap Shirota Yuu and not the Gundam?
Because if Angel and I kidnap Shirota Yuu, it's a dispute. If we try to smuggle out the Gundam, it's war.

Angel: That's when they bring out the REAL gundam!

So how do we kidnap Shirota Yuu?
Angel: He's taller than me! I just have to pull him down -- there, HIDDEN!

Yue: You know Teddy from Persona 4? Just dress him up in his mascot outfit!

Where will you keep Shirota Yuu?
I can't tell you because Angel will probably skin me alive. But one thing's for sure: NOT AT MY HOUSE. Because I'll be busy tying up Juunosuke from KAT-TUN--(I know, demmet to hell, why the boyboy type??)

This session is brought to you by Pinky, tokidoki, and ice cream from Little Tokyo. :D

Now, have a KAT-TUN break!

It's staaaarting...





( side, front, and box views )


And Mom was having a hassleful morning, so she got me an Ateneo jacket on sale.

Mii: Is it the Prince of Tennis jacket?!

Mom: The what?

Mii: ...the white one.

Mom: Oh, yeah, I got that one.

So Miya continued to be ditzy, and continues to play in the shallow end of the fulfilling life pool. :P

I woke up one day, trolled my iTunes and youtube and thought, "Dammit, prozac is expensive. I should just have more KAT-TUN in my life."

So there was more KAT-TUN in the life of Miya. And it was good, because for once, she was not a cougar (they're my age or a few years younger! I'm not going to jail yet!).

Now, let them out-glam, out-ghei and outlast an LJ-cut. Have one PV, one live, one commercial, and their adorable interview with L'arc~en~ciel.

1) My favorite KAT-TUN song, 'Real Face':


2) Messenger performed live -- which is just...ghei.


3) Mario Dance Dance Revolution Ad


4) Their interview with L'arc~en~ciel


You're all very, very welcome. :D

You know I didn't object too much to the humans in Transformers 1? I didn't even think of them as nuisances until Cracked.com pointed it out. Even in the in-your-face stupidity of some scenes (such as the Autobots lurking around main character's house), it wasn't too idiotic. The humans were shoved aside for a good half of the movie later. I could deal with that.

So my biggest objection to this sequel: Too many human moments. So many boom-booms, but still not enough to make up for the lull between insipid human moments and ROBOTS GADDEMMET. Though the robot porn was amusing, to say the least.

And now I really, really want this--

I don't like bragging, I don't. I celebrate, which is a thin line right before bragging, but for the most part I let the work speak for itself. I cherish--as corny and Hallmark-ish the word is--I cherish the luck that falls me. It really is a blessing. Considering that I can be a jerk, that I procrastinate and take a long time to fall out of bad habits, I'm amazed I'm still standing. That's pretty much why I believe in a God, really.

Things that have kept me afloat in my emotional storm:
-I finally saw college org friends. I finally got the Sailormoon songs out of my system at Wako. One of them said he missed talking to me -- which is true, we used to armchair philosophize and indulge in harebrained newfangled schemes back in college. With adulthood and...well, break-ups and bros, we never got to do that since.

-New gigs. Just when I thought I was low on steam to teach, I'm given new challenges. A little extra income too, which is huge help.

-Mama Joy, who puts the therapy into 'retail' therapy. Thanks for the wings and the cheese balls, Mama Joy~

-KAT-TUN. Who, at some point, I will print pics out of and deem as my spirit boyfriends.

Other thoughts:
-I am in goldfish mode. I swim around, but occasionally rise for air and a little bit of food.

-Strangely, bursts of despair are followed by waves of nostalgia. I take this as a good sign. It can take its time.

While watching 'Fanboys', Denice and I played Name That Fanboy.

And halfway through I realized that if Harem Trained were all together and had the right wheels--or jet, we'd probably do the same thing. :P

Heck, Denice backs my plan to embark on that kind of bogus journey to get a) Joss Whedon's drafts of Buffy and Firefly or b) Joss Whedon himself. Maybe I'd do it for the extension of Dr. Horrible's sing-along blog!

Of course like all villains in training I have to write this down on a blog, don't I? HA-HAAAAH!

I felt much better after talking and smoking with PamPam at her place yesterday. :3

Have a few more tutorial gigs, which is good for the little extra munniez.

Coherence another time. I'm hungry now.

I've been depressed for the last month. This is not funny.

Wordpress helps. It forces me not to dwell on it too much.

Still, 3 weeks of alternately crying or wanting to throw things at people for no reason? Time to pop by and see the old doctor.

Gads, what happened to my groove?

But I'd like to take the time to thank the few people who indulged my mopeyness, and the wonderful ones who manage to keep me happy -- even for just a little while. :) If I could, I'd have you all in a pillbox. You'd be my prozac. Or I'd get your hugs and kisses and put them in a zip-lock bag for freshness.

(for the record those ideas came from Doble and Risarisa, I wish I were that original!)

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And of course, in times of great depression, comes the few sparks of shallowness:

Ultra, the boyband -- why Code Red did better than these guys, I will NOT understand.



And, Hi Yue! The reason why my wallet suffers but my stomach gets filled! ;) Hop over to her blog for that juicy juicy Tenimyusical scandal. xD An idol, a gravure model, a debt, a suicide attempt...oh my!

Livejournal and plurk are my ids. It's where I can freely spazz and have people pay attention to me.

Wordpress is my Superego. It's where I'm most conscious of what I should, and shouldn't do--or write.

Eisabess: Is it a scary post-21 world?

Mii: It's like a zombie apocalypse: as long as you've stocked up and you have a few bombs in hand, you'll be fine.

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Things I Wish I Said:

BUFFY: What are you doing?
SPIKE: Wha, what do you mean what am ... I ...
BUFFY: Here? At this table? Talking to me. Like we're some kind of talking buddies.

Maybe it was the weather.

In any case, it's my second day of being steady. Sun was out, I got some smart conversation with a newfound editor-pal, a new camera, and a cheap but reliable sdcard (P500 for 2gigs!).

Hence, Kapilas at Tula. My 365 days projects/photolog/thoughtdump for future poetry. This should be my other way of dealing with irrational depression. I don't want to fall into the trap of the emomoes.

My new camera is named Metis-tan.

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Cue shout-outs:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGEL. I WILL FIND YOU A DOCTOR SOON.

I MISS YOU LAUREN.

All the misadventures sans the fete. It's these tiny gatherings I enjoyed the most, actually.

With that, goodnight. I just hope it won't rain rocks on my luck for tomorrow.

Ever since I got Harlock the DSlite, I've been on a gadget-buying binge. First, I started canvassing Ebay.ph for used iPod. Then I started looking into netbooks. Now, since looking through Madi Ju's photography, I'm starting to lust after dslrs.

( musing on retail therapy, and personal money matters )

Taking a break from the emotional baggage that peppers my so-called life: Nocturnal Gundam. I envy anyone and everyone who gets to see this.

The 3rd shot is especially breathtaking.

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My deepest apologies for airing out my dirty laundry on this livejournal. For the most part, I try to stay mum about it. There are just some days...*sigh*

I'm still working on pulling myself out of this rut. >_> I need a new challenge methinks.

I shouldn't have called it a truce. A truce is, according to the dictionary, "a state of peace wherein the parties are ready to discuss terms".

There are no terms to be discussed. I've set off my own bomb, we're even.

Things I do want--

I want to be a part of that group again.

I don't want to immediately think 'fight or flee' when we're in one room together.

That's all. Nothing less, and definitely nothing more.

Indifference is different from hate. I'm tired of hating. I've reached the point of seriously not caring - what you do, how you feel, what you want.

I'm not your friend. I have no obligation to make things more comfortable, less tense, let alone acknowledge your presence with inane idle chatter.

I have absolutely no obligation to trust you.

And yes you're sorry, but even in acknowledging that sorry, what you said to me can never, ever be forgotten.

I'm not looking for you to prove yourself to me. I just want you to leave me alone.