Gill. 26. American. Filipina. College student. INTJ. Raconteur. Photographer. Fangirl. Gamer. Aurally fixated. Criminally mad at the world.
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indescribable Music: The Tide is High - Billie Piper Reading: Stuff for school, Game InformerI have a LOT to say so I think I’ll put everything behind a cut. Be prepared, this is sort of a cathartic entry. So much has happened in the last few days.
Some good, some bad, all me. 
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discontent Music: Isn't It Strange - Samantha Mumba Reading: A lot, hahaStrike two. I missed last night as well. No excuse. I ate dinner and passed out, lol.
Anyways, I had a really ranty blog in mind, but I don’t feel like expelling energy on the problem anymore. I’m trying to be positive. I’m going to continue doing what I told myself when corporate drama creeps up: keep my head down, my eyes open, do my job to the best of my ability, and go home. Concessions cannot be made any longer. Perhaps I have taken too many liberties. In my defense, I have given 150% to this job. I hardly ever ask for a lot. People might complain about it, but you know what? Mind your own business. This situation was very important to me. I would never demand anything. If I had known today had happened this way, I would have called off and spared us all the drama.
Either way, I am disappointed with them and in a greater sense, myself. I nearly cried today over this job AGAIN. Would’ve made the third time. However, I am not going to be there forever. I am going to work my ass off to get into grad school. I don’t care what I have to do to make it happen. Just need to nail that 3.0. It WILL happen.
Now that’s off my chest, please join me in utter celebration as I GOT MY CAR BACK!! I now owe my parents $500 because of the aforementioned problem. My insurance company is going after the other driver, so I expect some results (i.e reimbursement for that insanely high deductible) in the next few months. They offered 80% but I do have a witness in my corner. The cab driver’s fare saw everything and his witness statement blamed the cab driver. So that has to say something.
Ugh, that denial-of-service attack on Twitter is cramping my style. My TwitterFox is acting the fool. It doesn’t sign in when I open Firefox automatically anymore. I have to sign in manually. That’s the whole reason why I got the add-on, so I wouldn’t have to log in manually.
I have to buy my textbooks for this semester as soon as I wrap up here. I tried Better World Books ’cause I thought I’d get a good deal, but I priced them out there. Amazon is much cheaper.
?: “Any good news lately?“
drained Music: Take a Bow - Rihanna Reading: The New GirlDay two of NaBloPoMo! So far, so good.
Preemptive birthday greetings to Corinne. It’s her birthday on Tuesday. 
We might get to spend her birthday at Lavo, if we can find enough people to come with.
Right, so all the cramping, sore muscles and general ickiness that I’ve been feeling these past few days were precursors to my crimson wave that my body so thoughtfully decided to start today. At work. UGH. At least I have the next day or two off. I can lay about in my pajamas, perhaps catch up on Torchwood: Children of Earth, and my French crash course that I forgot I had bought, lol. I don’t have to put on a fake smile and pretend everything’s OK.
Shoot, I might even start Deathly Hallows. I was inspired by watching HBP this weekend to read it, haha. I think it’s time to say my goodbyes though. I have to pay my respects so to speak. I can’t put it off any longer. *le sigh* I watched Harry and the gang grow up in the books and in the movies. Humaira and me even included them as characters in our virtual TV series, The Alliance of Destiny. They’re family to me. I don’t want to let them go because their stories end with Deathly Hallows. I can go back and read the series until the day I die, but it’s simply not the same. *grabs tissue box* Talk about preemptive strike. I know who dies, since I’ve spoiled myself silly already. I’m going to need tissues when I read it as they occur in the book.
Like the new theme? I was feeling creative, and colourful. The grey dull was nice for awhile, I’ll be honest. It fit my mood. But this I adore. The girl in the header is Namie Amuro, one of my favourite Jpop artists. She’s done a lot of hip-pop (one of her past albums was even called “Queen of Hip-Pop”) lately, which is what got me into her. Her early stuff was way more Jpop – and I enjoy it – but not as much as her club bangers.
I added all my programs from the Tardis to Torchwood. Well, I’m adding them as I blog, haha. Everything’s pretty much over from the Tardis, except my fonts, brushes & gradients. I’ll get them tomorrow. I figured I’ll get the easy stuff out of the way, the stuff I can download from the internetz.
My little brother’s back from his cruise! Not that kind of cruise. The military one, lol. He’s home, safe and sound with my sister-in-law and my baby girl M in San Diego. I can’t wait to see them in a few weeks. It’s the baby’s first birthday. But they’re holding it in Modesto, our old hometown. San Diego’s only 4.5 hours away. I should jump in my car and go say hi, but alas, I cannot.
Speaking of my car, five more days and I’ll be able to drive her again. Joy! I’m so depressed every time I see the rental. I hope I can get her before I have to go to work that day. I’ll be so pissed if I can’t get her that day. Of course, they don’t have any shop hours on their website. I wasn’t even home when they came to get Sunny. I had to be at work (that last epic 8 days straight mess) so my parents handled it for me.
I think it’s time to relax. But at least I posted on time!
?: “Have you ever been emotionally attached to literary characters before?“
nauseated Music: The Loving Kind - Girls Aloud Reading: Haciendo carasI skipped class tonight. This weather is killing me. All I wanna do is curl up and sleep and never wake up. I’ve been trying to take naps in an effort to even out my sleepiness, but iFail.
The following creative piece was inspired by a v. excellent dream I had the other night. I’m on call at work tomorrow morning. I’m gonna call work as soon as I get up because of class tomorrow night. The earlier I go to work, the easier it’ll be to get to class on time.
I haven’t shot anything new for “Seven Sisters.” I have to finish “Angela’s Ashes” for Business Communication. I’m not even sure what direction I wanna take with the final essay in Comp Lit. I’ve got a handle on US Foreign Relations, so I’m good there. I’ve got so many deadlines in anticipation of the end of term. I can’t seem to get motivated to do any of it. Ugh.
Plus I’ve got my niece’s baptism to worry about next month. Not so much that I have to contend with having to work it around work or school, as the semester will be over and my department will be closed. But the fact that I really don’t wanna pay for airfare and then a rental car to come back home with my ma came up. As soon as she said “rent a car,” I was like, “Maybe I should drive my own car.” I feel more comfortable in it. Plus I don’t have to worry about not bringing sharp objects and lotion, and worrying about people picking me up at the airport.
I think my parents might let me drive to Cali… by myself. It’s 8 hours, so it’s not like I can’t do it. I’ve never been on the road that long solo. I’m excited by the prospect. Plus it’s California. It’s not like I don’t know where I’m going. We used to drive from Cali to Vegas and back all the time. Sure, I slept for most of the rides, but that was during the boring parts, haha. Plus I’ll have my mom with me on the ride back.
Anyways, here’s the dramatic interpretation of my dream.
“I Won’t Let You Down” by moi
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I just wanted to see you again,” he said, staring at her.
Her heart began thudding in her chest. “Don’t expect me to greet you with open arms.”
“We’re still friends right?”
The intensity in his eyes never faltered, and it was unnerving. The entire span of their combined history invaded her thoughts. Sweaty limbs, intellectual conversations, the screaming matches, the fact that his mere existence was an incredible turn-on for her… blood rushed to all the right places.
“Is that what they call that now?” she said mockingly.
“I want you.”
His simple statement increased the heat radiating from his skin. It was intoxicating her.
“I know.”
“Please.”
She hesitated briefly. The early morning sun was blinding her. His visit was not a random occurence. She knew full well it was a calculated move to get into her pants again. She had to hold her ground, and make a point. But the reappearance of this beast was confusing her. Her six senses were spiking off the charts.
He sensed the weakness, and went in for the kill. He could feel the unsteady breathing, the same he looked forward to when he held her down. He hadn’t seen her in two weeks; the distance they had agreed to put between them had been pointless.
She instinctively licked her dry lips in anticipation of his impure kiss. But she found herself saying, “Far greater men have tried to break my defenses.” The words caught in her throat anyways.
“But I’m the one who conquered you all those times before,” his own voice was thick with lust.
‘Stop thinking,’ the fire in her loins screamed. He met her halfway and proceeded to devour the blood screaming under her skin.
She dizzily held onto him, allowed him to guide her backwards into the house, but they didn’t get very far. She wanted him, every last inch of him, sinking into her over and over again, until she was satisfied.
He loved her. Their time apart was a failed test in celibacy. Her youth, her opinions, her independence came together in a lethal cocktail of sex he could never get enough of. He was old enough to be her father, but as soon as their lips touched, he allowed himself to be drenched in the indelible mark of her spirit.
“Marry me?” he asked moments after, their bodies tangled in the foyer of her home.
“Ask me properly. I want everything: candlelight, an opportunity where I can’t say no, the works. And surprise me too, asshole. Don’t ask me in some post-coital moment of confusion as though it were an afterthought.”
He chuckled, kissed her on the forehead, squeezing her tighter to him. “Yes ma’am. I won’t let you down.”
Of course, I took artistic license with this dream/story. I only remember the part when he came to her house and was begging her for a piece. She really was gonna stand her ground and tell him to fuck off, but I was also feeling a bit… amorous when I decide to write it down, lawlz.
?: “Have any big projects due?“
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