Saturday, May 2, 2009
Home Sweet Home: Returned.
"Let's go back, back to the beginning..."
I am back from vacation and school business, but I only have one month left to be free all the time. This coming June, I will be a busybody once again. In the meantime, I'll talk about some of the days I had gone through with my family and friends. One time, I was wondering if there are any good J-Dramas (a.k.a. - Japanese Dramas) to watch. When I asked Jose about this, he answered me "1 Litre Of Tears". And since several of my online friends have been chatting about this, I decided to give it a try. As soon as I finished all of the long episodes, I cried a tad bit. It was so sad and I learned a lot from the story. I feel sorry for the main character.
[Slight Spoiler ahead.] It's not so easy to have a disease, especially a fatal one. On simple terms, we should be contented that we are healthy right now. If you're one of the people who "experiment" or make fun of disabled (or sick) people, then take note that I immediately get pissed off by something like that so easily. I know that it's partly their fault for having such conditions, but they deserve respect as well, no matter what kind of attitude they have. Anyway, I love stories that have moral lessons in them. So yeah, "1 Litre Of Tears" is one of my most favorite J-Dramas now. Ah, no, probably just my only favorite.
I guess I need to watch more.
Enough about that babbling. I'll talk about another good day. It's probably not one of my best moments in my life, but it is still nice enough. There was something wrong in my computer. I can't identify what's happening -- nor my family. My dad called the technician. Finally, it was already fixed. And plus, I don't have Adobe Photoshop CS2 anymore. I have CS3! And I love it! But I still don't like the graphics I make, though. I have to improve my skills and enhance it. Yeah, it was such a random bad-to-good day. I didn't know what triggered virus into my computer. I didn't even ask my dad (or the technician). However, it's fine now, I guess.
There was another time when I got ticked off a little. My sister was annoyed all the more. My dad was the one who laughed nonstop. Me, my parents, and my sister were eating dinner one night. Mom suddenly told us that she can't imagine my sister having a boyfriend. You know, she is the silent member in the family. I'm included, too, but I babble a lot of stupid things when I'm bored. Anyway, in most situations... like shopping or etc., my sister have different short replies. For example, my mother chose a clothing of her choice and went to the changing room. Everytime she comes out to present herself, she always asks for our opinions.
Me? I have so many words in my vocabulary. Like: "Sorry, Mom, but it doesn't fit you." "That color is too dark for the occassion." "No offense. I really don't like the style." My sis? She has to own a thesaurus or something. All she replies is: "It's ok." "It's ok." "(Refer to the first reply)."
And when my mom asks: "Where do you guys want to eat?"
My answers are so random.
"Your choice."
"Hmm... Kenny Rogers."
"Greenwich."
"Shakeys."
"KFC."
And many other restaurants in the world. My sister's reply is so redundant:
"Anywhere."
"Anywhere."
"Anywhere you guys like."
Yeah, anywhere.
And when my mom asks: "Do you like the food?" or "Do you like Jollibee?"
All my sister replies is: "It's ok."
As for the "Do you like Jollibee?" question, she answers: "Seems ok."
So back to the situation when she, my parents, and me were eating dinner, mom began to talk more about sis having a boyfriend.
"So, Sab (I'll use my sister's online name instead of her real one), if a boy asks you: Do you like me, Sabrina? What will you answer?"
"Probably: You're OK." my dad answered. Then he laughed.
"And when he asks one day: Where will we have ***, Sabrina? You'll probably answer: Anywhere."
Sabrina was already pissed, but didn't say anything.
"Mom, that was so perverted," I stated.
"I know, but Sabrina never changes, really," my mother said.
Yeah, until now.
She made an account in Fanfiction.net. She makes good stories than me. Hope you'll like them too. I'll be going now. See you!
.::Cassidy::.
Labels: Benign Times, Humor Times, Random Days
posted @ 6:13 PM
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
This entry is for people who are in conditions of STORY BLOCK or ART BLOCK. I am very busy, that is why I will just help you guys out with this post. I feel remorse that I just leave my Internet friends behind without even heeding their little problems in writing/painting/drawing.I will tell you tips on how to move forward or start with your story first.
Part 1:
Starting with a Fresh Air
Starting can be the absolute worst part. Some people can't think of the first sentence, even if they know everything else they want to say, and it keeps them from being able to write anything at all. There are a couple of 'styles' for intros that might be useful to you.
In medias raes is a pretty good one. You start off by dumping the reader in the middle of the action, then go back and explain how they got there.
And please don't overdo this much. Because when you explain with HUGE blocks of description, then you are NOT going anywhere. Seriously. If you have that kind of "art" in writing, it does not mean that the story is flowing smoothly. Even some people often get confused on what the heck you are babbling about now.
Me? What I like to do is to weave descriptions into the story as I go, not mentioning it all at once(sometimes. . . ROFL).
Mary-Sue Characters
You know what they are, right? Check if there are Mary-Sue characters in your story. Are there? Then you ARE ruining your story this time.
BUT! We often don't notice that we have one. If you want to know, then see this list and see if you got a stupid result.
Mary-Sue Character examples:
+ There are canon characters in your story, of course. The way you describe them is very... simple. And the other character? HA! You are so bold in typing up oh-so-wonderful descriptions about him/her.
+ Most canon characters admire your... um... character(lol. Sooo redundant). And thus, they think he/she is beautiful - even though he/she has a big nose, big eyes, a big mouth, big ears, and a hideous face. I mean, I know that people have their own opinions. It's just that you have to play with the fictional character in the right way. Take this cartoon as an example: [link]
As you can see, there is a character there that inherited an ugly appearance. He has a hunchback, one of his eyes is bigger than the other, and the shape of his face is more than indescribable. The people in the cartoon despised his appearance. But he really has a kind personality. See? Even the author likes him, but he stored some weaknesses for him.
+ Your char is good at singing, dancing, and ALL kinds of talents. Awsh, overdid much? JUST REMEMBER: Characters who have their own weaknesses, are MORE FUN. Perfect? Nobody is perfect. The characters are not automatic machines, they are humans. Thus, if your char is a vampire, then he/she should have a limitation as well. Like: refraining himself from staying under the heat of the sun - or else he might get burned. If not, then state a specific reason or reasons on why they are too strong against their opponents. Otherwise, he/she might get dubbed as a Mary-Sue.
If your char is a robot, I guess it is exempted. Water is its weakness, anyway. ROFL.
+ Take this one: [link]
It is a greater way to find out if your character is a Mary-Sue or not.
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Did that help at all?
Part 2 of this lesson will arrive soon...
.::Cassidy::.
Labels: Special Posts
posted @ 1:07 AM
Friday, January 9, 2009
Casual School Day.
"Another New Year started, but nothing changed."
It's still another usual day at school, nothing really special. The New Year started a little accurately, but I often feel so iffy when it comes to changes. Alright, so people jot down their resolutions for 2009. . . and yet, nothing happened. Of course, this takes time, but even some things change so quickly. Enough about the rambling, because I have to tell you this gossip of mine. Yes, it's still about me, I just wanted to use the word "gossip" for a while. You see, I lost my SRA, one of my very important requirements in order to go to another year in High School.
Let's start from the beginning of this. Look, I need to study for the upcoming tests in CL(Christian Living) and Filipino. I took out my respective notebooks and books from the bag, zipped it close, then went to the 3D steps to study there. As soon as I got back, my bag was alarmingly open. I found the sight so strange, since I left it close. When I checked the contents, my SRA is gone! Even my pencil case is gone! I was humiliated, so I told my parents about it. I don't even want to tell you about their reactions.
My mother decided to write a letter to my teacher. When I gave it to her with so much nervousness, she was shocked. I explained the whole situation, then she got easy on me. She just told me the effortless things to do, then I'm finished. So yeah, that's it.
Oh, and another thing, I was having a good time playing with my classmate during P.E. Class. I thought I was never that good in badminton.
I thanked the Lord for guiding me that day.
Let's start from the beginning of this. Look, I need to study for the upcoming tests in CL(Christian Living) and Filipino. I took out my respective notebooks and books from the bag, zipped it close, then went to the 3D steps to study there. As soon as I got back, my bag was alarmingly open. I found the sight so strange, since I left it close. When I checked the contents, my SRA is gone! Even my pencil case is gone! I was humiliated, so I told my parents about it. I don't even want to tell you about their reactions.
My mother decided to write a letter to my teacher. When I gave it to her with so much nervousness, she was shocked. I explained the whole situation, then she got easy on me. She just told me the effortless things to do, then I'm finished. So yeah, that's it.
Oh, and another thing, I was having a good time playing with my classmate during P.E. Class. I thought I was never that good in badminton.
I thanked the Lord for guiding me that day.
Labels: Benign Times, Desolate Times, Nervous Moments, Random Days, Random Times, Suspense Moments
posted @ 2:24 AM
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Merry Christmas & Happy New Year.
"Have a nice day!"
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year 2009, everybody!
.::Cassidy::.
Labels: Benign Times, Special Posts
posted @ 5:03 PM
Monday, November 17, 2008
My Life Story.
"Life is good, depending on your persona."
Note: Avatar not made by me. It is made by Celeste, our new trainee in AA. x3
I found a new story, BTW. Read up! =D;;
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This is a bicycle about my life. I'm sorry, did I say bicycle? I meant to say "story", but sometimes I get my words mixed up. Anyway, as I was saying, this is story about my life. It's called "My Life Bicycle".
I am now 104 years old, but when I was born I was zero. I was just a baby in those days, and I couldn't walk, talk or fold maps. Now I can walk and talk, but I'm still learning how to fold maps.
I'm old now, but when I was young I wasn't old at all.
During my first year, I did a lot of crying and a lot of unpleasant things in my nappies. By the way, nappies are called diapers in America and something else in Norway, Belgium, Italy and Bolivia.
Exactly 12 months after birth, I had my first birthday. And 52 weeks after that, I had my second. My third came 365 days later, my fourth 8,760 hours later, my fifth 525,600 minutes later and my sixth 31.536 million seconds later.
By the way again, if you are 5 you have been alive for more than 157 million seconds. This handy cut-out-and-keep chart shows how long you have been alive:
5 years = 157,000,000 seconds
6 years = 189,000,000 seconds
7 years = 220,000,000 seconds
8 years = 252,000,000 seconds
9 years = 283,000,000 seconds
10 years = 315,000,000 seconds
If you are more than 10, you can either work it out for yourself or go and do something more interesting.
Anyway, back to the story of my life. After I was 6, I became 7. Then I became 8, then 9, then 10, then 11, then 12, then 13, then 14, then 15, then 16, then 17, then 18, then 19, then 20. I missed out 21 because I forgot my birthday, so, after two years at 20, I became 22.
I used to have an imaginary friend. He was imaginary because only I knew about him. Nobody else could see him, hear him, smell him or stamp on his foot. He used to go everywhere with me, but one morning I woke up to find that he had disappeared. I haven't seen him since.
After 22, I was 23, then 24, then 25, then 26, then 27, then 28, then 29, then 30.
Every birthday I had to go out and buy one extra candle for my cake, except on my 22nd birthday when I had to buy two.
I got married when I was 31. My wife was two years younger than me and still is. She always uses my candles on her birthday cake, as we share everything except her lipstick.
Did you know that lipstick is called "rossetto" in Italy, "lippenstift" in Holland, "batom" in Portugal and "lipstick" in Scotland? No? Well, you do now.
When I was 32 I got a job at a fire extinguisher factory, but it burnt down.
When I was 33 I got a job at a map factory, but soon got the sack.
Then I got the sack at a sack factory.
Then I got fired at a gun factory.
When I was 34 I joined the Navy because I like flying. This was a terrible experience because they put me on a plane that sailed on water. I hate everything to do with the sea: I hate waves, I hate salt water, I hate fish and I hate all three letters "s", "e" and "a".
When I was 35 I became a doctor, but had to give that up when I got a mystery illness.
At 36 I got a job at an alarm clock factory, but kept being late for work after oversleeping at home.
Then I got a job at a bed factory, but kept being late to go home after oversleeping at work.
On September 15th 1937, my wife and I decided to move to Alaska to start a new life. The following day we moved back as it was too cold.
We also tried moving to Nigeria, but that was too hot. Eventually, we found a nice place just down the road, where the temperature was perfect.
We were very happy, but my career was going nowhere. I needed to find a job that I was good at.
I tried bricklaying, dentistry and professional tennis but it was difficult trying to hold down three jobs at the same time.
I became an astronaut, but once you've seen one planet you've seen them all.
Working in a bank was more interesting. That went well until the day I put all the money in the safe and accidentally dropped the key down an old well shaft.
I applied to become a check-out girl at the local supermarket but they said I had filled in the wrong form.
My next job was a complete disaster and I don't want to talk about it.
It would soon be time to retire and I hadn't even started work yet!
I tried to get someone to sponsor me to see how many cakes I could eat in 4 days. I was sure that this would bring me fame and fortune, as well as a mention in the Book of World Records. Nobody sponsored me but I went ahead with the record attempt anyway. I ate 79 cakes on the first day, but then spent the next three days in hospital.
Soon after that, I decided to go to University. For three years I studied books and wrote essays. When I went to hand all my work in I found out that I was supposed to have sent in an application form before starting university.
We weren't short of money as my wife had quite a good career. She had worked her way up from being a tea lady to become the Prime Minister. This meant there was a vacancy in the government for a new tea lady. So I went to the interview wearing a dress and lipstick, but didn't get the job as I have no idea how to make tea.
I also went for an interview at a door factory, but couldn't find the way in.
I joined a pop group and they asked me to be the singer as I can't play any instruments. They kicked me out when they realised that I can't sing either.
After two days as a helicopter pilot and six days swimming back to shore, I finally found my dream job. It involved counting the number of books in our local library. I completed the task in less than a week, but they refused to pay me as they said that nobody had asked me to do it. This made me quite angry, so I decided to use my library ticket to borrow all 740,000 books. Cycling home with all these books wasn't easy, and I had to make three trips.
I spent the next ten years reading all the books, and thus became the cleverest person in the whole wide world. This really was my big break. I worked out how to solve world hunger, discovered a cure for all known diseases and won some great prizes on TV quiz shows.
I wrote a book that included all the information that I'd read about. The book was bigger than a small city (but smaller than a big city). Sherwood Forest had to be cut down to provide enough paper for the book. Unfortunately there were no book shops large enough to stock the book, so it was a bit of a waste of time really.
As this is the story of my life, I suppose I should tell you my name. It's Jonathan Dolphin, not ideal for someone who doesn't like the s-e-a. My middle name is Grmbhhyfrw, a word with no vowels and completely impossible to pronounce.
My motto in life always used to be "You will find that everybody is good if you take time to get to know them". To test this theory, I invited the Devil to our wedding. I'm sorry to say that he yawned during the Best Man's speech, so now my motto is "You will find that everybody is good, except for the Devil who can be very rude at weddings."
My wife is still the Prime Minister, I am still the cleverest man in the whole wide world and we still have plenty of money left over from my success on "Who Wants to be a Zillionaire". But when I was younger, so much younger than today, I never needed anybody's help in any way. Now I need a butler, a gardener, a cook and somebody to put the toothpaste on my brush.
There are three things that irritate me: empty staplers, umbrellas on a windy day and smug-looking cats that think they know everything. If these cats were really that clever, they wouldn't spend all their time chasing mice while being chased by dogs. They would get out of the way and let the dogs chase the mice.
Anyway, I'd better stop writing this story now as I've got another job interview in a minute.
.::Cassidy::.
Labels: Special Posts
posted @ 3:25 AM
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Happy Halloween, Happy All Saints Day, Happy All Souls Day!
"I don't want to die, because I want to live. And I don't want to die, because you are here."
Another delayed update again. Geez, sorry, dear readers(I don't think there is one xD). So as the title says: Happy Halloween, Happy All Saints Day, Happy All Souls Day! Yes, not my favorite days. In order to celebrate them, though, I prayed the Rosary. I didn't finish praying. Oh my gosh, sorry, Lord. >>;; ;-; I didn't think I was that lazy. I will continue to pray today, and hopefully, I am doing something right. I never got a candy in Halloween. That's too bad, because I seriously love sweets(sometimes). Anyway. . . yesterday, we were doing "something" in the Cemetery before we took a verrrrrryyyy long hike towards the parking lot.
I was so darn tired and stupid that I nearly fainted. You people should have seen my overall countless sweat drops in the way. When I got inside the car, it was soooooo hot. Such annoying heat! When I laid my back against the comfortable chair, it felt so hot too! So I shrieked and nearly fell off. So yeah, me and my family rode our way(OMGOSH, my mom is a great driver now, not to brag >>;;) to some place where my grandmother lives. She was casually sitting there on her bed. While others, they just randomly roam around. Some greet us. Err, whatever, they are just so many of them! Since I was tired, I wanted to go home right away.
However, my father wanted us to friggin' visit there! And that place is more than hot! When the time came that we will have to go home now - my father will still stay, though - my grandmother called me up and gave me twenty chocolates, twenty biscuits, and two apples(one is for my sis). Don't be astonished or amazed, because she gives us so many snacks or food after visiting this said place - which is kind of annoying sometimes. I just nod. . . yeah, that's all. . . then accept them to my discretion. Finally, I was relieved that we will go home now. So I was first in entering the car - even though it was hot again - and turned on the aircon immediately.
My mother was all like "O_O;;" with my action there. But we rode home, anyway. Then, I quickly went to the bedroom and rested there(with my aircon on in my room too). Then, I finally "rested in peace".
.::Cassidy::.
I was so darn tired and stupid that I nearly fainted. You people should have seen my overall countless sweat drops in the way. When I got inside the car, it was soooooo hot. Such annoying heat! When I laid my back against the comfortable chair, it felt so hot too! So I shrieked and nearly fell off. So yeah, me and my family rode our way(OMGOSH, my mom is a great driver now, not to brag >>;;) to some place where my grandmother lives. She was casually sitting there on her bed. While others, they just randomly roam around. Some greet us. Err, whatever, they are just so many of them! Since I was tired, I wanted to go home right away.
However, my father wanted us to friggin' visit there! And that place is more than hot! When the time came that we will have to go home now - my father will still stay, though - my grandmother called me up and gave me twenty chocolates, twenty biscuits, and two apples(one is for my sis). Don't be astonished or amazed, because she gives us so many snacks or food after visiting this said place - which is kind of annoying sometimes. I just nod. . . yeah, that's all. . . then accept them to my discretion. Finally, I was relieved that we will go home now. So I was first in entering the car - even though it was hot again - and turned on the aircon immediately.
My mother was all like "O_O;;" with my action there. But we rode home, anyway. Then, I quickly went to the bedroom and rested there(with my aircon on in my room too). Then, I finally "rested in peace".
.::Cassidy::.
Labels: Benign Times, Random Days, Random Times, Special Posts
posted @ 4:16 PM
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Bravo Concert + Parents - Pupils Dialog.
"I still remember the good-shaped world from the eyes of a mysterious child. But now, I see a 'gray' world in a devilish stranger's optics."
Greetings again.
It has been a very long time, since I laughed so hard. We had our Bravo Concert today - and to be serious, I thought that it was just all about - you know. . . "concert". As in "singing". Mostly, it was. But the point is. . . I'm so laughing my head out in the Cinderella play in our Auditorium. I was mostly laughing at the "stepmother", and the "two stepsisters". One time, they were all like "Cinderella, my clothes!". And, and "Cinderella, IT'S FREAKIN' FREEZIN' IN HERE! D<" -- or something like that. Cinderella, Cinderella, Cinderella. CINDERELLAAAA???!! I want to bust their throats! Seriously, ever since when I watched the original show of Cinderella, I really pitied her.
I can't even imagine what to feel if I am treated like that. However, it was really super-comedy. As in: SRSLY. Another time, the two stepsisters were fighting*cough* or arguing. The stepmother was shouting and scolding at them like. . . it was the end of the world. Uh, on second note, the two stepsisters' names are actually different. Instead of Anastasia and Drizella, they were changed. I forgot the interchanged names. But whatever, they're just changed. =_=;; The stepmother was all like kicking "Anastasia's" butt and let her drag up the stairs. Yeah, she was crying like a stupid crippled baby. "Drizella" was pretending to cry(the stepmommy didn't notice that). When she was about to go upstairs, she was still pretending to cry - until that "cry" has been connected to evil laughter(because "Anastasia" was scolded).
The stepmom pulled "Drizella's" hair and kicked her on the butt, then let her finally cry and let her go upstairs.
Yeah.
The story got on and on. But I also laughed at the time when the stepmommy, and the two stepsissies were preparing themselves for the ball tonight. One of them demanded Cinderella with a 'do-it-now' gesture. "Cinderella, my fan!". And then one of them also said the same thing - with the same said gesture. Then lastly, one of them finally said "Cinderella, my hankerchief!" -- or probably something like that. Then, when Cinderella stated that they all looked beautiful, they were all like "Oh ... don't we? AHAHAHAHAHA!". Then afterwards, they were laughing one by one at Cinderella. What was comedy in there is when their laughs are pretty -- strange. Even the stepmom's! She was laughing so continuously and so eccentrically that we all laughed until our stomach died!
So yeah, I guess that's all for the funny parts. Too lazy to type right now. Currently, my most favorite part of this day is the parents-pupils dialog. However, it was such a religious afternoon, you wouldn't want to listen about Christian things, people. So yeah, I won't type any further.
.::Cassidy::.
Labels: Benign Times, Humor Times, Random Days, Random Times, Special Posts
posted @ 4:01 AM
