Hey everyone! New chapter up for my Gabilliam fic, so go get your asses to writing_muse and read up. Don't forget to leave a commentr, okay? :)

Here's the link:
Autumn Winds Chapter Eight

New post at writing_muse. It's the final chapter and epilogue of Sins of the Father. Please do check it out. Read it and comment. This is my first and only Rockett fic, and it will remain that way.

I am watching the movie Paranormal Activity right now, and I would like to change it's title to "Things You Do NOT - Under Any Circumstances, No Matter How Pissed You Already Are - Do When There's a Demon or Evil Spirit Haunting You Or Your House." Why? Because this Micah dude did everything humanly possible to antagonize, and eventually piss off a malevolent entity, like cursing at a spirit, using a ouiji board to "communicate" with it, challenging it, mocking it...just everything that was written on the proverbial book.

Paranormal Activity is not your run-off-the-mill scary movie. It's attack is more psychological than mental, but honestly? It didn't scare me one bit. Why? Because what the couple did - especially Micah - was just completely stupid and downright wrong. That's the reason why the entity did what it did.

Here's a teaser of a fic that I'm working on that I absolutely fell in love with, for some reason. It's a coming of age story, very, extremely losely based on P!ATD's "But It's Better if You Do." It's a Ryden fic, so yeah, disclaimer here:
I do not own P!ATD and it's members, and it's former members. I also do not own Pete Wentz or Patrick Stump. So please, don't sue. I promise you, you're not going to get anything out of me because I'm flat broke. If you got here by googling yourself, for the love of everything good and holy, please hit the back button and forget you ever set foot in my domain.

And so, on with the show:

( On The Edge - Teaser (Under The Cut) )

I'm sooo sleepy and my head is pounding like a motherfucking truck just ran over it. But I want to eat. The fried stuffed chicken and rice cake is making my mouth water *wipes drool*.

Pointless post. Just wanted to update my blog.

Hey, hey, hey! (ugh...that was just both cheesy and corny at the same time)

So, recent update to "Sins of the Father" up now. Link can be found here:
Sins of the Father Chapter 12: THE TEST

Update for "Autumn Winds" coming soon.

I am sooo sick right now it's not even funny anymore. My nose is clogged, my head feels chock full of (ew) mucus it's like it's being weighed down by tons and tons of bricks, I can barely move my muscles as it is cause I'm feeling lethargic. My chest feels heavy as well making breathing difficult, and my eyes feel swollen and heavy I feel like I can sleep for days.

Yep, I feel beautiful alright. Very beautiful indeed.

To those who are in my f-list and are following my bandom fics, I have updated them recently and will be updating again soon so wait for a new post:

Gabilliam: Autumn Winds Chapter 7

Rockett: Sins of the Father: A Therapeutic Chain of Events

And to those who haven't checked out my most recent Ryden standalone: Best Birthday EVER!


Enjoy...

I love my quiet time, my “me” time. Sitting at Starbuck’s, sipping my frapuccino, cigarette between my fingers, and a good book to keep me company while a good rock band is pounding in my ears. Life is good when I can have moments like these. A time when I can just sit back, relax, and watch the world pass me by as I ponder the existence of my life. Or just a small portion of my life when I can sit still and empty my always churning mind.

This is my moment. My silence. The only time I can actually act sane. Chaos is overrated as it is. Silence is constant.

I live for solitude. My solitude. I act like a social person, may even interact with other people with the best of them. But really, my heart beats to the music of loneliness. Loneliness with sadness is only a part of it. Loneliness with calmness and peace is really what I strive to achieve. And I am able to do so when I am able to experience moments of solitude where I can just blend with the background and watch people as they manage their way through their chaotic existence.

I laugh at people as I watch them struggle through life without stepping back to analyze where the road is leading them to.

People who do not have the capacity to enjoy loneliness is a true waste of life. We should all learn the skill of being able to act like wallflowers: able to stand on the sidelines and watch life’s ebb and flow. See the bigger picture without the rose-colored glasses and clear the path we want to take on in our lives.

I had to let one entire day pass before I decided to finally write this entry down. The fatigue I felt because of the last two days was just insane and I had to recover from it first before going back to cyberspace.

( Entry in here )

Wow...I haven't been on here for a loooooong fucking time. It's been months, I know. Just, wow.

Anyway, what had I been up to recently? Well, I'm taking care of my baby niece every once in a while. My cousing gave birth to a beautiful baby girl around three months ago, and Jessie is just the cutest, most adorable bundle of joy that God had ever bestowed to our family.

Then, I've been working my ass off too much at Convergys. I've been there for almost four months now, and everything is still oh-so-new to me. So yeah, that takes up a huge chunk of my life.

I've been writing again. If you'll check out writing_muse, I've been trying to update my two ongoing fics as much as I can, although I still have bouts of writer's block every now and then, at least I can say that my fics are moving. I also posted a new standalone that maybe you'd like to check out. Plus a couple more new fics are in the works. So, yeah, the brain's been on overdrive a lot these days. Helps keep the Alzheimer's at bay, according to my mom.

Anyway...I'm running out of stuff to write on here, so I'll just come back for another update, hopefully soon. I'll see y'all in a bit. :)

I was bitten by the bug...and am really just obsessed with order (read: obsessive compulsive) that I had to have this one.

My fan fics are in this lj account: writing_muse
and the actual fics may be found here: Master Post

This is my therapy, so I hope you'll enjoy reading. :) Drop a comment if you wish. That'll make me really happy.

WARNING: Those who are not into slash please STAY AWAY FROM THE FAN FICTION!!! I have none that are hetero (yet) so please, stay away from them if those kinds of stories offend you. You may read the poetry and enjoy them, but I beg you, for the love of everything that is good and holy, stay away from the fan fiction.

Oh dear God...I can still feel the tears streaming down my face. Emotional much? Yes...I can't believe it. Why did they have to leave the group. That's why everything's been weird in this world and that for a long time. I can't believe it. I DON'T want to believe it. Oh God...it's just so fucking sad. I'll definitely still follow both groups, but it's just so sad that...shit, I don't want to think about it anymore.

I love that group so much, I can't believe two of them are leaving now. I just thank all known and unknown gods that I have enough stuff to keep the memories alive forever.

This is so, so very hard to think about.

Just so, so fucking sad.

So sorry to everyone and everything that I missed this week. I was away during the weekend and just got back from Hong Kong real early this morning. I know I skipped on a lot of stuff, but I'll be back in cyberspace soon. Beta-works will be seent back in a couple of days, I promise. And I'll be back to writing real soon too. Expect new chapter posts and maybe an oriental/Hong Kong inspired Ryden or Gabilliam fic soon.

Anyways, pictures of Hong Kong to be posted within the week as well...or check me out on Facebook to see the entire album as well. Name's Chai Borja and my userpic there is a cat. :)

OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! KRIS ALLEN WON AMERICAN IDOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! KRIS ALLEN!!!! ^__^

I literally jumped of my seat and I started dancing around in our living room in complete and utter happiness. Sorry Lambert fans, but I was more of a Danny Gokey girl, really. And since he didn't make it in the final two, I stuck with Kris Allen. I just really, really don't like Adam Lambert. He's too over-the-top for me. But he is very good, I have to admit. I just don't like him. And I do like Kris better.

To Kris Allen, CONGRATULATIONS!!!!

So apparently, I'm an ENFP - Extraverted Intuition with Introverted Feeling. Here's a bit more about it:

I love this song. It's very inspiring. :)




And here's the actual music video:





^__^

If all our life is but a dream
Fantastic posing greed
Then we should feed our jewelry to the sea
For diamonds do appear to be
Just like broken glass to me

And then she said she can't believe
Genius only comes along
In storms of fabled foreign tongues
Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs
Northern downpour sends its love

Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don't you go down

Sugarcane in the easy mornin'
Weathervanes my one and lonely

The ink is running toward the page
It's chasin' off the days
Look back at both feet
And that winding knee
I missed your skin when you were east
You clicked your heels and wished for me

Through playful lips made of yarn
That fragile Capricorn
Unraveled words like moths upon old scarves
I know the world's a broken bone
But melt your headaches, call it home

Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don't you go down

Sugarcane in the easy mornin'
Weathervanes my one and lonely

Sugarcane in the easy mornin'
Weathervanes my one and lonely

Sugarcane in the easy mornin'
Weathervanes my one and lonely

Sugarcane (hey moon) in
(Hey moon) the easy mornin'
Weathervanes (hey moon) my
(Hey moon) one and lonely

Sugarcane (hey moon) in (hey moon)
The easy (hey moon) mornin'
Weathervanes (hey moon) my (hey moon)
One (hey moon) and lonely

[Continues in background:]
Sugarcane (hey moon) in (hey moon)
The easy (hey moon) mornin'
Weathervanes (hey moon) my (hey moon)
One (hey moon) and lonely

Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don't you go down
You are at the top of my lungs
Drawn to the ones who never yawn

So...

I quit my job because I landed a new one with better pay and all that.

I posted this short poem on my Facebook status update, like some sort of teaser or forewarning or something:

"This is not 'goodbye', but 'see you later'
This is not leaving, but a brief respite, a vacation
This is not loss, but rather an opportunity for rediscovery
This is not the end. It is the begining of a bright future
A new tomorrow
A chance to seek all of the world's pleasures
This is a way to share all of the worlds sorrows and joys
Lessons and experiences
Life."

This was the message I sent all my friends at work:

"Six years and nine months. In my book, that is equivalent to a lifetime’s worth of knowledge, experience, love, and trust. These are the things that I will treasure the most as I embark on a new journey. I may have finished with this chapter of my life, but that does not mean I can’t go back and reread each page to savor every word written there and commit them to my memory.

Saying good bye is the hardest part of leaving a place that has nurtured you for so many years. I will forever be thankful of the beautiful friendships that I have made along the way; of the love and trust that I had received and given back to numerous people in this organization. Of the knowledge and experiences that had helped me grow and become who I am now.

It had been one wild, crazy, amazing journey, and I am eternally grateful that I was able to ride it with all of you.

This is not “Good bye.” This is merely “See you around.”
This is not the end. This is a new beginning.

Employee 740474, signing off…"

When did I turn into this emo-creeper girl? I suddenly just don't care anymore. About my life, that is. When did I suddenly change into this apathetic, jaded, emotionless shell? I don't know if I like this new me. Maybe I don't, but then again, I really don't care.

The only thing I care about is my family. I need to know -- need to make sure -- that they are well taken cared of. That I'm taking care of them. That's why I'm striving so hard to earn enough to make sure they're always comfortable. That's why I'm working my ass of -- working myself to death because this is what my family needs.

But my own life? I just don't care anymore. It's useless and pointless anyway. The only thing that'll make my life significant is whatever it is I'm doing for my family. Other than that, there's just really nothing for me to live for.

Once my family is well provided for, once my youngest sister has graduated and is good to be on her own, once my family's more than okay, more than fine, then I can finally go and be free and finally feel again. Then I can finally leave my hell-hole life.