you get used to difficulties when that's what's winning you your bread
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Yup, April just...wrote that. In a chat window.
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Yup, April just...wrote that. In a chat window.
Friday, October 24, 2014
Monday, October 20, 2014
Appointments, dates, time-time.
Keeping up your word with appointments is sometimes so tough. Growing up into an adult means you meet more people along the way, which simply means that you've got to keep yourself open to meeting more obligations and respect time much more than ever.
We try to do our best, which is good. Sometimes when things look bleak and you aren't able to keep up a commitment, an appointment or such, all its going to take is for you to open up to that person, and talk it out. Talking solves things. Once you're open minded, that is.
End of rant.
We try to do our best, which is good. Sometimes when things look bleak and you aren't able to keep up a commitment, an appointment or such, all its going to take is for you to open up to that person, and talk it out. Talking solves things. Once you're open minded, that is.
End of rant.
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Confession: April Twelving is hare-brained.
The next exam is two days away and before even having started with her studies for the same, April suddenly struck upon a thought as to where her hall ticket was. She recalled having kept it in the same bag that she took to the first exam. Having NOT noticed it in the bag with a brief glance, she went into full panic mode.
Which means, forwarding the same text that goes something along the lines of 'I lost my hall ticket. Is it okay if I take the spare hall ticket that I printed out from the next exam onwards?' to about three people on her phone contacts--two being classmates and a senior.
The senior gave an assuring reply that it was okay. A classmate on the other hand said he wasn't sure and asked her to re-check that, and also tell him what the teacher replies with. Oh yeah! Despite the senior assuring her it was okay, April just HAD to continue her panic-march and shoot out emails to her class teacher and the support center of her university.
Only to find that her hall ticket lay very safe at the bottom of her bag, right alongside the previous exam's question paper--something April always does; she keeps the hall ticket together with the previous exam's question paper.
-.- Soo not cool.
She quickly forwarded (she goes panicky and texts many people. Its only fair to forward the same text. The panicky unsmart are sometimes 'smart' like that. Yup, I'm wayy too awesome. I know) the text like this: 'I'm hare-brained. I'm sorry. I found it, it was safe. ><'
Yay. Not!
Monday, September 29, 2014
Skip a beat, for the Skip Beat lover.
Her heart quickens and skips a few beats altogether when she sees a new e-mail pop up, when his name is marked in thick, bold black letters, indicating that the new, unread message is from him.
The messages he has been sending of late have been hateful, dripped in antagonistic splashes of angry words, reflecting sorrow though he pretends it is not.
It hurts her too much.
But oh no, it is alright!
For any message from him, whether hateful or not, excites a new spark in her, makes her do a little mental jig of happiness for you see, each message from him means that he is well in health, that his heart beats just fine, that he is living.
Her love lives, and that alone is enough for her.
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There will be no more of such heart beats quickening at his texts, for he will not text her anymore.
She, too, promised that she would not pen down anything to reach across to him.
She will have to learn to be contented with her heart beating fast when she merely recollects thoughts of him, of them.
She will have to learn it the hard way, and face life face on.
I, April Twelving, wish her good luck for she will need both luck, and her own severe perseverance from now on.
The messages he has been sending of late have been hateful, dripped in antagonistic splashes of angry words, reflecting sorrow though he pretends it is not.
It hurts her too much.
But oh no, it is alright!
For any message from him, whether hateful or not, excites a new spark in her, makes her do a little mental jig of happiness for you see, each message from him means that he is well in health, that his heart beats just fine, that he is living.
Her love lives, and that alone is enough for her.
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There will be no more of such heart beats quickening at his texts, for he will not text her anymore.
She, too, promised that she would not pen down anything to reach across to him.
She will have to learn to be contented with her heart beating fast when she merely recollects thoughts of him, of them.
She will have to learn it the hard way, and face life face on.
I, April Twelving, wish her good luck for she will need both luck, and her own severe perseverance from now on.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Japanese customs rubbing in is beautiful.
Ever since April started to learn Japanese, it was obvious that she was exposed to the culture, the customs and traditions of the Japanese (haha, funny how 'customs and traditions' are always wrapped together ever so unconsciously =^0^=) as its mandatory to fully or at least partially understand the taste and flavor of the country of origin of the language one is learning. Okay, that was too many ofs.
The Japanese in particular have almost everything 'synced' to their language--the seasons, feelings, the social strata ranking, everyday actions, and just about everything. Of course, its the same as any other language in the world, but with Japanese, its just a lot more than what meets the eye. Trust April there.
Its almost poetic, even. Okay, April is not sure but the line before this? She is very sure that she recalled that off of a novel. Mostly the Twilight series, she thinks. She's unsure, but she's sure enough that she recalled it off of a novel she has read before.
Many things that we do in everyday life might actually be frowned upon in the Japanese culture; paying someone cash/money just as it is--straight neat bills in the open air, walking with shoes on inside the house, not greeting each other at the appropriate times and places, eating styles, and even body hair. Yeah, that's right. April has heard that its eerily common for Japanese women to shave the hair on their hands. She says eerie because that's almost the exact word she had heard on a YouTube video. Okay, now April is deviating from what she wanted to say.
Anyhoo, April Twelving has gotten used to many of the things that are done the Japanese way. After having been exposed to it for quite a while now, she's always wanted to implement some, if not all, of those customs. Little did she know that her first try at one custom would actually make her feel dignified, distinguished, poised and all those 'graceful' words one would aim to hit upon a 'lady'. Right, that wasn't the intention. But what April meant to say was that it made her feel really good.
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April has been frequenting a particular beauty salon since recently and the proprietor just happens to be her neighbor. The last week (probably, April has poor memory), April ran short of a small albeit good sum of money while paying at the salon. She'd requested the proprietor to let her pay it later, and completely forgot to pay her back as soon as she had promised.
Not that she meant to; she had told her father so many times as he gets to see and talk to that person almost every other day. But when it became clear enough that she could not rely on him anymore, given that he didn't step up to her request (not exactly one..), she decided to act.
While heading home after paying the internet bill, she bought a couple of brown normal sized (no, April doesn't exactly know what a normal sized envelope would be sized like. That was weird.) envelopes. She broke into a brisk walk to come home, got a pen the first thing while at the door, and even without shoes taken off, she ran to the nearest wall to pen the proprietor's name and hers in the front and back, added a 'Thank You,' and a 'Sorry I'm paying so late,' message in the front. Ran up, rang the doorbell, handed it to the proprietor's parents who were home after saying that she owed some money as payment.
After doing that, April marched with a proud heart, and a better, dignified sense of what is right. That honestly felt good that just handing over or shoving a bunch of crumpled bills under someone's nose.
日本のことかんぱいって感じが出ました。Yes, that had to be typed in Japanese.
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On a side note, April just realized this evening that for the past few months, she has been the one paying the house's internet bill. She's been paying it out of her pocket, with the money earned from Listly. April feels proud of herself, and wants to accomplish more good things and viewpoints in life.
Off to studying Oracle now, for tomorrow's practical exam!
The Japanese in particular have almost everything 'synced' to their language--the seasons, feelings, the social strata ranking, everyday actions, and just about everything. Of course, its the same as any other language in the world, but with Japanese, its just a lot more than what meets the eye. Trust April there.
Its almost poetic, even. Okay, April is not sure but the line before this? She is very sure that she recalled that off of a novel. Mostly the Twilight series, she thinks. She's unsure, but she's sure enough that she recalled it off of a novel she has read before.
Many things that we do in everyday life might actually be frowned upon in the Japanese culture; paying someone cash/money just as it is--straight neat bills in the open air, walking with shoes on inside the house, not greeting each other at the appropriate times and places, eating styles, and even body hair. Yeah, that's right. April has heard that its eerily common for Japanese women to shave the hair on their hands. She says eerie because that's almost the exact word she had heard on a YouTube video. Okay, now April is deviating from what she wanted to say.
Anyhoo, April Twelving has gotten used to many of the things that are done the Japanese way. After having been exposed to it for quite a while now, she's always wanted to implement some, if not all, of those customs. Little did she know that her first try at one custom would actually make her feel dignified, distinguished, poised and all those 'graceful' words one would aim to hit upon a 'lady'. Right, that wasn't the intention. But what April meant to say was that it made her feel really good.
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April has been frequenting a particular beauty salon since recently and the proprietor just happens to be her neighbor. The last week (probably, April has poor memory), April ran short of a small albeit good sum of money while paying at the salon. She'd requested the proprietor to let her pay it later, and completely forgot to pay her back as soon as she had promised.
Not that she meant to; she had told her father so many times as he gets to see and talk to that person almost every other day. But when it became clear enough that she could not rely on him anymore, given that he didn't step up to her request (not exactly one..), she decided to act.
While heading home after paying the internet bill, she bought a couple of brown normal sized (no, April doesn't exactly know what a normal sized envelope would be sized like. That was weird.) envelopes. She broke into a brisk walk to come home, got a pen the first thing while at the door, and even without shoes taken off, she ran to the nearest wall to pen the proprietor's name and hers in the front and back, added a 'Thank You,' and a 'Sorry I'm paying so late,' message in the front. Ran up, rang the doorbell, handed it to the proprietor's parents who were home after saying that she owed some money as payment.
After doing that, April marched with a proud heart, and a better, dignified sense of what is right. That honestly felt good that just handing over or shoving a bunch of crumpled bills under someone's nose.
日本のことかんぱいって感じが出ました。Yes, that had to be typed in Japanese.
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On a side note, April just realized this evening that for the past few months, she has been the one paying the house's internet bill. She's been paying it out of her pocket, with the money earned from Listly. April feels proud of herself, and wants to accomplish more good things and viewpoints in life.
Off to studying Oracle now, for tomorrow's practical exam!
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Damon is The dude April now pines for.
April's always had a thing for bad boys onscreen. Anime mostly.
Sesshoumaru was the hot favorite for a long time, along with slight preferences for Kouga.
Sesshoumaru was the hot favorite for a long time, along with slight preferences for Kouga.
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| I really want to know which episode this picture is from! |
And then there were so many others like Ranma. Well, he wasn't evil, but was a bad boy type nonetheless. Inu Yasha was one, too, but he was a tame pup. A hot, tame pup. A caring, hot, tame pup. April must stop with this. Yes, must.
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BUT BUT BUT!
DAMON SALVATORE HAS NOW STOLEN APRIL'S HEART AND IS GOOD TO GO FOR AS LONG AS SHE FINISHES WATCHING ALL OF VAMPIRE DIARIES.
There, confession done.
So what if he is the antagonist in the first season? (Yeah, I read some Wiki spoilers, issokay. No biggie.) He is all that April ever dreamed of since before. Including the looks. That black hair aww!
Nikki Reed sure is awesome for having Ian Somerhalder to herself now!
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| WHAT a beeatch. <3 |
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Move On, Modern Family.
Saw a random episode from the fourth season of Vampire Diaries.
Damon Salvatore, ooh la la la.
Nothing more to explain.
First season downloading. Right now.
Damon Salvatore, ooh la la la.
Nothing more to explain.
First season downloading. Right now.
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