2003-02-03 11:10
My Life Sucks...
1) I'm celebrating my birthday tomorrow and I'm totally broke.
2) I have a very rich and very long repertoire of school requirements to pass. Since I'm already in the phase of venting my spleen in this message box I'll enumerate the ones I know, including the deadlines. (I'm pathetic. Pity me!)
a) A reflection regarding our Banahaw Trip for Religion. Deadline: Tomorrow.
I'm an ace in reflections. I can write this in like, twenty minutes, except for one teeny problem. I don't know how to associate popular religiosity in my life and I get the feeling I won't succeed in leading my teacher on, sputtering an articulate account of how ritual chants have evolved into a highly-modernized manner of egging someone on.
b) A reaction paper on the Clash of the Titans, a Greek Mythology film on the life of Perseus-- with the sequence of events arranged inaccurately but strategically in order to conform to the heavily romanticized "feel" of the film. Deadline: On Wednesday, Feb. 5.
In the actual greek myth, Perseus' encounter with Andromeda was accidental. He defeated the Kraken, the "shokoy-like" monster who was about to grab Andromeda and chomp her to fish food, saw Andromeda and that's only where the love began. In the film, Perseus had a peek of Andromeda while she was in her beauty sleep, fell in love, and made it his goal to protect and rescue Andromeda. He was also the clumsiest child of a god I've ever seen-- he keeps on dropping his sword, his helmet, his shield, himself, and Medusa's head. I swear if he didn't have that metal owl to save his ass, he'd be carrion for those siamese dogs guarding Medusa's lair. -______-.It sucks because I like the original version way better. I'll be lacking in hero material if I use the movie, and I write incoherently if I feel bitter.
c) A novel analysis for Filipino Deadline: Feb 10.
This sucks BIG time. For one thing, my partner is Rayne and our class knows only too well how *eloquent* we are in the Filipino language. (I'm not unpatriotic, I just fare better in English) Another thing, both Rayne and I haven't finished reading the novel. Third, we have less than a week to write it-- and our teacher requires nothing less than 20 pages.
d) Another Filipino novel analysis-- only thicker with a more verbose author and more difficult words. But it's a group work and our load is considerably lighter this time. Rayne and I (again) are just assigned the fucking script of the WHOLE story. And I don't even have the book.
Someone just shoot me....
e) The annual for the yearbook. I have to edit 100++ word profiles, something I've sacrificed sleep on to meet my classmates demands, into a limit of 50-60 words. Apart from that, I have to write an article for the class, for our adviser and two co-advisers. Deadline: Feb. 13
f) A religion project on Christian discipleship where I’m supposed to gather up documentaries from my 17 years of existence and somehow incorporate elements of the aforementioned theme. Just how will I relate my 3-yr-old self, dressed as a bunny and getting scared of falling coconuts, the only decent candid picture of my toddler years, to the vision/mission of STC? Deadline: Feb. 11.
g) A feasibility study of business service for our THE class. Fortunately though, we have a pretty easy topic-- internet cafes. With my job practically tackling the internet side, all we have to research on is the food-- which is even more easier as its on coffee... the drink I can't live without.
3) I have colds and continious sneezing fits. I swear I'm gonna cream the one who spread whatever rumors on me. Or at least my brother who started the virus.
4) I just received my cell phone bill today and the figures were sufficient enough to force me to live like a monk for the rest of the month.. This is the reason for # 1. From here on, I swear not to download or send any ring tone or picture message, not to send out quotes unless absolutely necessary, and I will refuse to reply to messages which have potential in turning into a lengthy discussion with a limit of 160 characters per response.
6) My physics teacher keeps on ignoring my raised hand but is keen on calling me when I’m about to nod off.
7)My parents are getting particularly irritating. Don't ask, they just are. So irritating that I get the premonition that I’d wake up and go to school in an unusually vicious mood. Not exactly a great start for my birthday.
~~~~*sigh* Pardon my rant. I'm not looking for sympathy. I just had to let that out and a pen and paper might be to fragile to handle my frustrations.
PS: Did I mention that my life sucks?
2003-02-02 6:52 p.m.
Take the What Type of Friend are
You? quiz, and visit mutedfaith.com.
~~~* Eheheheh... somehow I'm not surprised.^^;; Got it from Yot's blog. I'm too lazy too think of a decent blog material which is why I'm resorting to these tests... though I can't see how I can be the hanged man and the comedian at the same time... weird.
...... Damn. I'm getting addicted to ellipses. -__________-;;
2003-02-02 12:30 p.m.
Which tarot card are you?
Suspended decision. Initiation, divination, prophecy. Turning point in psychic powers. Trust in inner voice.
Suspension, change, reversal, boredom, abandonment, sacrifice, readjustment, improvement, rebirth
He usually represents a time of feeling in limbo, being stuck or being prevented from moving forward. He's usually depicted hanging upside down with his hands tied - that's just what it feels like! We need to remain flexible and willing to let go of things, it's probably a time for sacrifice. Like the man in this card from the Murciano Tarot, don't sweat it, take some time out and be patient.
The Hanged Man - External Meaning: Spiritual awareness and the happiness and assuredness it brings. Sacrificing for a noble purpose. Reveral of one's current way of life. Inner peace. Developed intuition and prophecy. Esoteric Meaning: The spirit of the mighty waters. Reversing false images. Sacrifice. Energys: Water
2003-01-30 11:45
Leading Ladies: Just why are they usually so despised?
Okay... obviously, I'm so stuck of stuff to blog about that I'm already resorting to lame, overused topics. It's so freakin' hard to form a decent train of thought in this house-- my three-year-old small, adorable but pain-in-the-ass brother won't stop singing Parokya ni Edgar's "Don't touch my Birdie" in the background and my other brother won't stop reminding people about his fabulous grades.
But seriously, going back to the subject, I've been thinking about it for some time (okay, so I just thought about it, but hey, now is as good as anytime right?) and well... I can't help wondering. Because... well, I don't share the same sentiments as the majority of anime fans. Well at least not all leading ladies. The only leading lady that I ever-so-verbally detested was Relena Peacecraft from Gundam Wing. (I mean, what kind of a high-profile princess would stumble around, walking to the edges of cliffs and calling out to her prince amongst the ocean waves, begging him to come kill her? >o<) But don't get the notion that I'm into GWing yaoi. No way. I hate Heero even more than Relena so whether they shack together or not, I don't give a sick fuck *clubs away flying shurikens from furious Heero and Relena fans with a Jedi sword*. And maybe Keiko of YYH. Why? Call me shallow but I'm immensely appalled by her fashion sense.:P
Of course, I'm only pertaining to typical anime leading ladies. Videogame ladies are way different, and I'd go as far as to claim that I like more female game characters than males.
I suppose the reason behind this rather widespread dislike is the fact that most anime leading girls are plagued with the viral disease called Mary Suism. Helpless. Clingy. Dependent. In short, they*suck*.
However, I dare to say that I do not think that way. Maybe it's because I prefer heterosexuality in fictional relationships, even though the quantity of my written works pertaining to such states otherwise. (I've written only three straight-couple fics, none of which have been posted online as opposed to five yaoi fics which have been archived in various sites now) Or perhaps, it's the feminist in me (yes, I'm a feminist who perpetuates yaoi) protesting against the degrading manner in which typical female characters are portrayed. Or maybe because I don't think the way most anime fans do. I don't have the reflex action of immediately perceiving a girl in a pink and white sundress and a bubbly, airhead personality who goes gaga at the sight of a yummy bishie as a bitch who gets in the way of a potential yaoi pairing.
I'm not saying that I'm a fan of other Mary Sue females like Miaka (FY) or Aya (AnC) or Sara (AS) or even Haruko (SD). I just don't hate them. Meaning I don't care whether they get paired with the most yaoi-able guy or the most wrinkled DOM or the huge slimy monster with stretchable dicks. (Pardon my pigness, I just finished watching LA blue girl 6) I suppose you would be shocked that I wouldn't mind reading an AkiXAya fic or (even more horrifying) HotohoriXMiaka fic? Or perhaps, disgusted would be a more suitable word?^^ They're not baseless-- quite the opposite if I do say so myself. Whichever way, I do mean that and I would appreciate it if someone would send me a good one (why do I get the feeling most people would rather send me Anthrax?^^;;)
Okay, I'll give an example. Let's say... Miaka (as Yottie had specifically mentioned ^^). She has a significant number of flaws-- some say she's an airhead, several say she's a total pig in eating, and most say she's weak and helpless. Let's be honest here. If you were sucked into a foreign, dangerous land because you opened some ancient book, and then realize that the only way you can get out is to risk your life, your best friend, the existence of your boyfriend, the lives of the residents of some town you're asigned to protect and your virginity to summon some goddamn creature who's gonna eat you up once you made three measly wishes, with the added handicap of your best friend pitting great hatred towards you because of the very twisted tongue of a shrewd, powerful blond bishie, wouldn't you feel a little scared? Or helpless on certain occasions? Miaka's just human. She's prone to act like one and whine about her problems and burdens, one of which is falling in love and making decisions that would decide the fate of the people depending on her. Miaka is a priestess of Suzaku. It's her role to be protected, and its her right to call for help when she needs it. And its her liberty to call Tamahome whenever, however, wherever, and as many times she wants. She didn't mean to be loved by a considerable number of people, although in the course of the anime, she did. And hey, give a little credit to her erm... defensive instances. She does know how to throw a punch... sometimes. And she handled Hotohori's sword against Soi. And the fact that she bared all the ice from the erm... Genbo (?!? I can't remember... it's the one with the green theme color) warriors wearing nothing but her underwear... okay, okay, so she was protected by Nuriko's bracelets, but still getting frozen like that would still hurt.
I dunno... the way I see it, maybe most fans would hate Miaka because so many bishies want to get into her pants (skirt)? And in conjunction to the former, it's quite baffling because Miaka has so many flaws. I am aware of the fact that there are many favourable yaoi pairings in FY (although I'd rather drink coffee with banana mustard syrup that read a fic on one) and I do know Miaka's a fat cider block in their way. But Yuu Watase willed her to be the object of affection (and rape drive). No matter how much anyone loathes the concept of it, it won't change anything. So, I just accept it. Unlike most yaoi fics born out of hints and implications in the series/manga, a Miaka x (Tamahome, Hotohori, Nuriko, Tasuki, etc) fic would more or less have an explicitly stated basis.
So there. I don't hate Miaka. Or Aya. Or Sara. I'm not even a fan of FY. Wait-- I'm not a fan of any of Yuu Watase's works, period. Nothing personal, her stories are just... not my type, although I've seen most of FY and little of Ayashi no Ceres. But I do admit that her art is one of the best around.
*shakes head* Whatever. I don't hate most Mary Sues whether you understood the string of reasons I typed above or not. If you could justify your opinions to the contrary, and convince me, I'd deeply admire you.
And to Yotttie: I'm not a goddess. I'm the sex toy of rival goddesses.~.^ I played Adonis, remember? Hehe... jaz kidding. I'm not a goddesss. Just a saint. *snickers*
