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I believe that I have done an infinitely stupid thing yet I have not been adequately punished for it. Thank the cosmos.

In my defense, I say that my brain was addled by simultaneously finalizing our research paper and studying for my Stat finals (and post-finals test).

In my rush to get to school (because I was unfortunately running late) for the test, I accidentally…

Left one of my shoes outside the apartment door.

The shoe in question is this one:

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When I got back a few hours later, the shoe was miraculously still there. *cheers* I didn’t even know I had left it outside.

And thus ends my summer classes of school year 2006-2007. Certainly odd, but I guess I should have expected it given what happened at the end of last semester.


I now have a new friend/stuffed toy/general oddity to keep me company as I sleep/write/procrastinate/study/watch anime/(insert other actions here).

My brother is amused by it because unlike most stuffed toys (which are generally animals), it is a…


A furry tomato, which will never happen in nature (unless it is in the extreme stages of mold infestation), but a tomato nonetheless.

Here it is with my mudfish Pokemon stuffed toy :)

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It makes a squealing sound when it is:
1. Picked up
2. Turned upside down
3. Put down
4. Tossed somewhere

My brother thinks of it as a very large pincushion (remembering the days in Zobel wherein we all –even the guys- had tomato pincushions for our sewing needles and pins for our Home Economics class, although I also had an eggplant pincushion).

I guess I now have a collection of odd stuffed toys, what with the shrimp, the lobsters, the spider, the jellyfish, the snail (I think I have a multicolored one), and now the tomato. :)


It’s summer! (Or what little there is of it before it’s time to go back to the grade grind.) I am currently celebrating it by …

*crickets chirp*


I celebrate it by…

*looks embarrassed*

Having lots of guilt-free sleep marathons.

Well, and writing and writing, but that’s after I’ve woken up and eaten something (or right before I sleep).


For those who cannot go to Broadway and watch it, or for those who have watched it, or those who have read it, etc… I present:

Wicked: The Sims Edition!

[Note: did not embed videos in lj because it would kill dial-up connections]

Act 1
No Rest For the Wicked
Dear Old Shiz
The Wizard and I
What is this Feeling
Something Bad
Dancing Through Life
I’m Not That Girl
One Short Day
A Sentimental Man
Defying Gravity

Act 2
Thank Goodness
As Long as You’re Mine
No Good Deed
March of the Witch Hunters
For Good

Seeing videos like these make me realize how much one can do with one computer game (and a lot of expansions and customized stuff).

In other The Sims related news, there is apparently going to be a Sims movie (info taken from here). *gasp* I wonder what kind of plot it would have…


The most epic Pokemon battle of all time!!!!

Rated PG-13 for multiple swearing, a cellphone, the lack of a Hyper Beam TM, and Ditto appearances. :)

I think my brain exploded from the battle. >_< But now I want to do something like that with my Pokemon game…


Belated happy birthday to Hopia-san, Danni, and Patrick :)


[Note: I’m experimenting with new styles of writing, as well as a new way to describe him. Please forgive all inconsistencies, all questionable paragraphs.]

"You've changed."

You say this almost lightly, like it was a simple observation. I know what you really mean, though, your dark gaze can't hide it. You've changed for the worse, Lorraine, you'd say but propriety demands you cut the last four words.

Damn propriety. I’d rather you stop playing these mind games with me, just tell me exactly what you think of me. But then is it a mind game if you know everything that goes on in your combatant’s head? Perhaps this is the only way we can say what we mean to each other: simple phrases with gestures that indicate the falsity of feigned happiness, the darkness behind each word spoken.

"Yeah?" I play the fool, blitheness in my actions and words yet not shown in my eyes; It’s a comfortable role, one I always need to play first when I’m with you.

"Yeah," and again I am treated to a calculating stare. "You have." I wonder if I’m the only one you pick on like this, but I’d kill myself first before I tell anyone you do. I don’t want to go through everything again, those words they’d throw at me yet again that are sharpened like knives and cause my lifeblood, bright red blood, to spill and pool into my long dark hair. I know what you want to say, but a friend of ours is near and you wouldn’t want to wreck your spotless image. Intarmed’s changed you for the worse: I told you so.

“Well,” and I say this with shadowed eyes, with my long dark hair gleaming with the sunlight, starlight, while casting off the role I first played with you. “You’ve changed too.”

“Yeah?” You offer me a smile dripping with fakery, something you seemed to have picked up in your one year away from our shared high school. Is that what you’ve learned in your Science intensive course other than the difference between basalt and granite and the stages of ecological succession?

“Yeah,” and I smile too, mirroring yours in every way. “You’ve changed too.” You have, really: your hair is now much longer than it ever was back in PSHS, your eyes are much darker (or perhaps it is a trick of this star-given light we bask under), your gentlemanly mannerisms (or what little there were of them) seem to have disappeared. Or maybe you still have them, and I’m not a lady to you anymore. Perhaps I never was.

Your voice, no matter what happens, will stay the same as the voice I heard when puberty had transformed it. Even now you speak of nothing significant and your voice is still the same pitch, has the same tones, the same dark color still surrounds me as you speak. It’s enough to blind me, but I need not bandy nonsensical words with you anymore to regain my sight. I’ve learned my antidote.The starlight illuminates our guarded eyes, and I realize that this is not the time nor place for us to reveal everything, to settle everything that ever was and never was between us. This is not our battle ground.

I see you, you who were once someone I wished to know everything about, and I realize that time can only be crueler as it passes us by. Time will erase the youthfulness of our faces and give us nothing but eternal creases on our skin and silver curtains of hair. Time will end the reign of our sebaceous glands over our faces yet will make us into ultimately nothing but shells of our former selves. We will not age gracefully, not handsomely nor beautifully, but we’ll age and we’ll look it. It will be interesting to see you old, with nothing familiar but those dark eyes of yours that still haunt me, still remain in my dreams of you. No more of your dark hair that is mussed up by the wind, no more agile hands to play computer games with. Nothing more.

It’s almost time. I realize that we’ve been keeping up this farce of a conversation for nearly a quarter of two hours. It is nearing the time for us to part, to not see each other again for quite a long while, perhaps never again. Maybe the next time will be when I’m wearing white.

The words are on the tip of my tongue, like they always have been when you’re around: “I love you.” Like countless times before, I bite it, wincing as the metallic taste of my lifeblood claims my mouth. I can never admit it, not to you, not now. Not with you like you are now.

Never, I whisper, and you look at me weirdly.

“You’re still weird, Lorraine” and a genuine smile finds its way on your lips. It becomes you, darling; I wish you had let me see it more than your smirk, your frown, your disparaging stares. I smile, a smile copied from you yet again, and it is an odd feeling to have my lips turned up at the ends. You wave, I wave, then it is you taking the steps away, no, the steps hath taken you away from me.

So long as you’ll never know, I whisper, and the stars go black.


Topless sandals?????

Picture and description taken from the website:

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Topless sandals simulate walking barefoot while protecting your feet. Topless sandals stick to the bottom of your feet, but leave no residue on your feet when you take them off. The "stick" is guaranteed for a year, which is the typical life span of a flip flop. Topless sandals are basically topless flip flops, but so much cooler. You'll be amazed at how many heads you turn while wearing your topless sandals. People will literally think you are barefoot and so will your feet. is the official topless sandals store and topless sandals accessories store for items such as toe rings, foot jewelry, and anklet bracelets. Tell your family and friends about the hottest item on the Internet - the topless sandal. Our topless sandals make great stocking stuffers at low prices. Topless sandals are just plain fun and feel great on your feet. Go Topless!

And allegedly (according to an email I got today) these are available at the Ateneo Mall.


For those wondering why there is hardly anything relating to my real life here…

Sometimes real life is just too painful to write about.

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Date: 2007-05-28 02:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
ang cute nung furry tomato!!♥ :D at sobrang weird nung topless sandals O_o

anyway.. namiss kita lorraine :) as in yung buong room niyo pati yung super dami mong stuffed toys. madalas ko rin kasi kayong puntahan nila alyssa at athena sa room niyo sa dorm XD so naalala ko lang bigla :P

Date: 2007-05-28 02:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hi Marianne :) miss na rin kita :) namimiss ko na ang mga roomhoppers =P Deh, yung mga mababait lang na roomhoppers like you :)

kawaii icon desu :) :)

Weird talaga nung topless sandals >_< (although I guess at least we don't have to bother with the sandal straps that may fall off/get damaged/are uncomfortable) Parang baka maiwan nalang yung isa bigla sa kalsada at di mo mapapansin hanggang masagasaan siya :( Pero nagustuhan ng kuya ko nung pinakita ko sa kanya yung video kaya hahanap na siya sa Ateneo mall. :|

Date: 2007-05-28 03:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
oh yes very epic battle indeed XD

Date: 2007-05-28 05:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ahh yes =P The battle would end if they just let their Magikarp run out of PP (for Splash) and use Struggle, but they keep switching Pokemon =P

Date: 2007-05-29 11:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
onga e... sa sobrang banas ko di ko na tinapos yung flash movie e XD haha

Date: 2007-05-29 01:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ako rin... actually, I think it's an infinite looped video... parang wala pang nakatapos sa kanya...=P

Date: 2007-05-31 03:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
lorraine! :D thank you thank you sa gift! :D candy ba ung nasa loob..? XP

ang kyyuuuuut ng mudkip stuffed toy mo.. :)

ng epic battle! \:D/

Date: 2007-05-31 09:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hee, hi Josef-san :)

You're welcome :) Hindi candy yung nasa loob (good thing too, dahil may wisdom tooth extraction ka pa :()... di mo pa nabukas? =( BTW, glad to see you're feeling better (though I'm not happy with the fact that you'll get thinner than you already are :()

ang kyyuuuuut ng mudkip stuffed toy mo.. :)
Meep :) It's one of my favorite stuffed toys :)

ng epic battle! \:D/
Oo nga eh :) Could be made worse: what if Gary sent out Mew and made it use Transform? =P

Date: 2007-06-02 04:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
okei.. muka kasing candy ung nsa loob.. nabuksan ko na cya.. :) ang kyut kaya.. :D

that battle could be worse..! :))

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