Mon-mon.

I had some pleasant surprises today.

It’s been almost a month since I’ve been looking for a company to work for for my internship for summer semester. And today, something unusual happened.

I just happened to check my cell phone after lunch and saw two missed calls and a text message. I automatically thought it was my Mom cause that’s her usual pattern when I failed to answer her calls. And it just so happens that she was out at the moment. I checked what’s up and was confused to find an unknown number. What’s more surprising was that it was from a company I submitted a resume last week. And that was my first call from any company. The text message said that the HR was hoping to talk about my application. I was at a loss because I missed my chance. I pondered whether I should call or I should just text. I didn’t want to call because I don’t want to use my money for load but asking them to call me might be a bit conceited. In the end, I apologized for the late response and asked them to call me if they’re still interested. While I getting impatient, I decided to load my phone. On my way out, I got a call but it was from a different number. I wondered why it came from a landline when the one from before was from a cellphone. I answered it and was surprised once again when the caller said she was from the local cable company we were subscribed to. I wondered why she would call me when we weren’t the main subscriber and even if it was specifically for us, I don’t think that Mother would give my number when she’s the one who calls. As I was thinking that, she asked me if I’m still free for OJT. “Oh, so that’s what this is about,” I concluded. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the skills they needed so my application was still up in the air again. A few minutes later, I finally received the call that I was actually waiting for. I thought it would be a phone interview but it was actually just a scheduling for the interview. It was set the next day before lunch.

I hope this one finally goes through and the job I’ll get is a decent one. It’s already May so I’m a bit reluctant to look for places anymore. Well, bye for now.

Note: It was still “today” when I started typing this.

I cried for 6 hours straight the whole evening last night.

I don’t know if my eyes hurt because of that or because of the lack of sleep.

Apron -> A-porn | Nani?!

My apron-tan is missing! Uwaaaah ｡･ﾟﾟ･(>д<)･ﾟﾟ･｡

While I was doing some chores, I noticed that my apron was missing in the hanger area. Awa, may blue, waterproof apron (´⌒｀). Now I’m gonna get wet again when washing the dishes.

Anyway, while I was taking a bath, I thought that I’d name my new apron (when mom buys me a new one) bpron. Cause you know, alphabet. Then suddenly, “apron, bpron, cpron.. pron, pron, pron… Porn?!” Lol, then I thought of the naked apron thing, “a-porn, b-porn, c-porn”. While typing this I got an idea, “a-pron, b-pron, c-pron… g-pron!” Breast size now, lol.

Ore no pervert, ehehehe  (〃￣ω￣〃)

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Update:

We found my apron-tan under my mom’s bed. I surely remember that I hanged it last time I used it but my memory might be lying. Anyway, I guess bpron-san wouldn’t be coming any time soon.

Mom said sorry.

Finally.

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And that’s a change.

I Don’t Wanna Get Involved With The Neighbors But The Neighbor’s Daughter Is Really Just My Type!

You moved into a new neighborhood where no one knows you or any of your family. You don’t want to talk to anyone but your parents get you into a situation where you have to interact with them. Since you don’t have any way out, you do it with as little interaction as possible. But one day, you meet the neighbor’s daughter who is exactly your type! What are you gonna do??

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Well, that idea just suddenly came up. Erm, not really. I, myself, don’t like talking to other people unless it’s necessary. Especially with the neighbors whom I dislike. And this summer, I was forced to get involved with some of  them due to certain circumstances. The only difference with the story I’m thinking is… No one interests me, hahaha!

Anyway, I came up with that long title due to the influence of recent light novels and animé getting popular.

That’s that for now. I doubt I’ll be able to write much content with this one. I still have around three stories drafted and unfinished in my notebook.

Friends

It was the second time I finished watching a particular movie. It was about friendship. As I was snacking, some questions intruded my quiet contentment.

What would you do if your friends drifted apart from you?

Well, nothing really. I guess if we drifted apart from each other, that’s just the extent of our friendship. I guess me being me wasn’t enough for them. But if they need some help or something, as long as I’m available and I can do something about it I wouldn’t mind helping.

Don’t I care about them that I just let them go?

It’s not that I don’t care. I’m just not the type to cling to people for so long. For the duration of my life, I’ve gotten used to people just coming and going. My elementary friends “changed” friends when we graduated. During high school, classmates got [rumbled]; I transferred and changed sections so I had a different set of people around me every year. At college, it became a stalemate. The environment I’m in became suffocating. I don’t mean that I don’t like them. It’s just that… It’s different.

And for the longest time I had a close friend, that friend drifted apart from me because we went to different schools. Although the older people said that elementary was really just like that and the ones that would mean a lot would be the high school or college friends, I guess I just don’t feel that way. I do have a number of childhood friends who I still talk to and that also goes with high school, too. But just a bit of misunderstanding might cut the single thread that’s holding the fragile connection I have.

I’m not really the talkative type so maybe that isn’t enough. Even I feel inadequate as a friend. When someone has a problem, I listen to them for as long as I can but it kinda [downs] me when I can’t give them any advice for it.

I… just don’t know what to do to “stay” “friends”.

Bakemonogatari Ep. 01-05

Too long, drag pic-upload won’t work.

Anyway, I started (again and again [yes, two times]) to watch Bakemonogatari last week cause my hard drive is dying.

Well, only the first 5 episodes for now (cause I procrastinate too much).

END!

Cause I’m being too lazy and this was a million years ago.

I’m not that kind of girl. But, when she’s asked what comes to mind when she hears the word “friend”, I want to be the first thing she thinks about. Just that.

If I’m not in love with you, this is just exactly what my feelings are. I want to be the only one closest to you.

Only one? Then it’s kinda… What? I don’t know. Ugh. Stupid conflicting, confusing feelings!

Whatever… Nothing’s gonna come out of it no matter what you do so calm down, bro.

Quoted from: Adachi to Shimamura
Story: Hitoma Iruma (Denpa Onna to Seishun Otoko)
Illustration: Nozomi Ousaka (Chūnibyō demo Koi ga Shitai!)

heyfudge replied to your post: Okay, I should’ve written it in MS Word. Damn!

Damn, I can’t read it. Computer, enhance. ENHANCE.

aarcilla replied to your post: Okay, I should’ve written it in MS Word. Damn!

ayaw ipabasa.hehe

I’ve edited my Tumblr preference and re-upped the pic so it should be bigger now. I was also wondering about that.

I seriously don’t know why it won’t show a bigger pic, dammit.

My Horror Dream Diary: Entry 1

March 13, 2013. 7:44 AM

We were at a fastfood restaurant when we heard a curfew-like announcement through the speakers. It said that today was a special day, so the boys who doesn’t have girlfriends will walk the boyfriend-less girls home. (Yeah, lol wut.) Then one of my classmates who doesn’t have a boyfriend but has someone who pursues her asks us a favor. Since she always has someone who escorts her, she wanted a change of pace. She asked me to accompany her while someone else will take care of the guy. I was glad cause I have a crush on that girl and that save would me from thinking of an escape for my own problems. But the problem was I don’t have extra cash with me that day. While I was busy thinking of what to do, the setting changed.

I was running for my life, along with a few other people who seem to be from the same university as I am. We were being attacked by unknown things. I ran for the big air blimp that was there. I desperately climbed up on one of the poles sticking out of it as I was bombarded by energy bullets (like the ones in modern mecha games). While I was doing that, a classmate who was already at the top was shooting arrows at the enemies on the blimp. As I reached there, another one who had just arrived used his special skill. He started shooting arrows at a rapid speed. After a few seconds, we ran down a ramp part of the platform to hide from the oncoming explosion.

As I have just hid, the scene changed. My classmates and I were looking for our scores on the various places they were placed in the room. As I was trying to escape talking to a guy who was pestering me with stupid conversation attempts, another classmate asked me to help her find her test scores. I agreed and we left. Unfortunately, that guy followed us. Ignoring him, we looked all around. It seems the scores where written on blackboards which were placed on sections of make-shift stairs. We searched all around the gigantic room but we didn’t find. We had another round of search but the staff have started tidying up the stairs. I told her to go out and leave looking for her scores to me. I started looking at other parts of the house. We apparently had our exam on a whole floor of a very huge house. I reached a part of the house where it seems not so many people go to. Then I heard some noise from a room which was oddly placed. I climbed the stairs quietly and peeked through the gap on the door. And I saw a lot of dolls.

Dolls which were walking, talking and running around were there. They were going left and right in the room with very huge scissors on their hands. Oh, and they’re just half the size of us. But just seeing that was already scary. Somehow, I heard that they were planning on finding a girl who they’ll turn into one of them. They were collecting people with peculiar hairstyles. After knowing that, I quietly backed away to escape. But as the usual blunder that happens in these kind of situations, I don’t know whatever it was but it made a sound. And then the dolls turned their heads in my directions. I started running for my life again! They ran after me and decided to turn me into a doll, too. I hid, tried to go past them, go somewhere they can’t reach; and our cat-and-mouse chase went on and on for a long time. I was glad that they were smaller than me so even though they ran fast with their short legs, they barely catch up with me. But having a weak constitution, if I stop my momentum, my fatigue will catch me and it will ultimately be the death of me.

I reached the ground floor of the place and tried opening the huge window-doors there but they won’t budge. I started slashing the windows but I only broke the some of the glass. Some parts of the window are made of very hard glass and I wasn’t able to make a part large enough for me to go through. Being glass, I’m sure those dolls heard the noise I was making. I was getting frantic. I didn’t know if I was gonna go back up and hide again or try my luck again. Suddenly, a huge crowd of people arrived. They were running away too. I don’t know why the dolls would go after them but this has already turned into a nightmare so whatever. Someone told me that I had to apologize to something (I don’t remember it anymore) because I had inadvertently offended it. I ran back to wherever it was while the dolls ran down on the stairs located at the opposite side of the room. As the other people kept them busy somehow, (How are they doing that? Damn it!) I looked for it desperately. The staff who tidied up our exam room must have moved it. After finding it and apologizing, I rushed back to the exit. I didn’t find the dolls and the people there anymore but the area was thrashed badly as if to prove that they were there. I rammed the doors and they opened. (Thank God!) I found my friends were rushing to pack up and ran away, too.

They were also waiting for a couple of people to return from the bathroom. After hearing that, I felt like I needed to go, too. I asked them where it was and to my horror, it was the door beside the room where I found the dolls. But I really needed to pee so I braved myself and ran back towards the house. When I reached that place, I quietly went to the bathroom. As I was relieving myself, I prayed and prayed not to see of those dolls. As I was finishing up, I noticed that there was a small door near the ceiling. Out of my curiosity, I pushed it open. I paled as I saw the red Victorian dress and parasol which I feared the most. I slammed the door in panic and hurriedly pulled my pants. Then I felt the around my neck. I slowly turned my head up and saw a smiling face adorned with blonde hair and (I forgot/don’t know what it’s called). It made me cold and I buttoned my pants in panic. After successfully doing that, I kicked the door open and hopefully the door crushed the doll for a while. I ran and ran and ignored the dolls that were gathering at my right side of my vision. As I reached the door and escaped into the garden, I jumped at the truck my classmates were on and motioned them to drive it as fast as they can.

Having finally escaped that place and being sure that I was safe for quite a while, I woke myself up so I can permanently escape that hell. I opened my eyes and was gladly back at my room. My body hurt so much and I can feel that I really need to go to the bathroom. I sighed deeply of relief that I was back to the real world.

The End.

The doll might be a combination of this: