ChiCon 2014


My view from our hotel room.

I complain a lot about this blog being virtually useless because nothing ever exciting happens in my life, and yet I forget to blog about the most exciting thing that happened to me in 2014?

SmileyBunny: *heaves a gigantic brick and prepares to throw it*

Save it, SB. To be fair, I liveblogged the whole thing in my Tumblr account and spammed my poor meager amount of followers with blurry pictures and wailing, but since I’m never ever [ever] going to reveal my tumblr URL where people who know me in real life might find it, I’m going to make a separate post to share here.

As you may or may not know, I’m a huge fan of Supernatural. And one of the best things about it is that the show does several conventions every year in different locations. They do one in Chicago every year, and I’ve been wanting to attend one since 2012. Well, back in October of last year, I finally saved up enough money and snagged myself some tickets.

It was the greatest thing that ever happened in my life so far.

Supernatural conventions usually run from Friday to Sunday, but because of my dad’s work obligations (he was the one I begged to drive me to Chicago), I could only attend Saturday and Sunday. So I went ahead and purchased reserved seating tickets and concentrated on getting as much of the photo op tickets that I could, figuring that it would leave me the best chances to meet my favorite actors face to face. Unfortunately, the J2 duo tickets, which is a joint photo op with the two main cast of the show (Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles) were sold out before I could get my hands on them. But then a month before the convention, they opened the TRIO photo ops that included J2 and Misha Collins, and think I left skid marks on my pockets in getting that particular ticket.

[Brief note: the night after I bought my tickets my Saturday-Sunday reserved seating tickets, I had the horrible nightmare that I received an e-mail from Creation (the company that hosts the convention) that the convention was essentially cancelled and instead of three days, it will be condensed into just one day, which will be on Friday, the day that I didn’t buy tickets for. I woke up before I could scream in horror.]

My mom and my little brother tagged along. My brother, bless him, had agreed to accompany me to photo ops, and promised to drag my unconscious body away from the photo op booths in case I faint and embarrass myself.

Chicago was a good two hours worth of drive away from where I live, and we left Friday afternoon, ate dinner in Schaumburg, and arrived at the hotel convention site around midnight. As soon as the hotel was in sight, I could see people cosplaying distinctively as different variations of the character Castiel. My excitement ramped up to new levels that I was practically vibrating on my seat while my dad hunted for a parking spot.

“Oh, look! You’re not the only weird one here!” said my mom pointing at the Castiel cosplayers.

“I’m with my people!” I replied.

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I uh, I was that weird Asian girl whose dad was urging her to stand on top of the chair right in front of the banner,

When I walked into the convention center for the first time, there was just this liberating feeling that overcame me. And dramatic as it may sound, I felt a sense of belonging. My brain of course knew that the show has devoted fans, but when I walked into the convention hall and saw people dressed as my favorite characters milling around, merchandise and photos on vendor stalls, and people posing for pics, my heart shouted “I’m not alone!”

Friday night was Karaoke night, where some of the show’s stars host a karaoke party and have fans come on stage and sing. I only caught the tail end of it. I wished I could have went on stage and sung, but registration was long since over by then. It was still awesome because I got to see Osric Chau, Rob Benedict, Matt Cohen and Richard Speight from, like, 20 feet away from me. For about an hour and a half, we were in the same room and practically breathing the same air. It was surreal. Especially since Osric was dressed in a pink fluffly Nurse Joy outfit.

Saturday morning came bright and early. It was a flurry of panels and photo ops. I had so much fun and spent too much money. My little brother was gracious enough to accompany me the first part of the day, and in two of the three photo ops I purchased.

They went by much faster than I expected. I wish I could have gotten at least a couple of minutes to interact with the actors, but I understand that if everybody gets minutes then we’d be in line for HOURS.

The photo op with Osric was the most memorable because I got to introduce myself and my brother and shake his hand and ask for a hug. He was friendly and approachable and also solid and muscle-y. I’m really glad he joined this cast because he’s enthusiastic, colorful, and quintessentially nerdy like the rest of us who are attending the con.

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The photo op with Richard Speight, Jr. went by fast and I didn’t really get to do much beside greet him and cling to him as the photo was being taken. I think he asked “How are you?” and I replied “I’m good, how are you?” He was the master of ceremonies in all three days of the convention, and I don’t think people realize what a damn good job he does. He kept everybody’s energy up, and I, as all others, really think he should do stand-up comedy because this man is as witty and funny as a Trickster.

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The photo op with Misha was the highlight of my day. It went by even faster maybe 5-10 seconds at most. I was preparing to tell him that I was so grateful for this chance to finally meet one of my inspirations in life, but when I stepped beside him, my mind went blank, and I vaguely remember my voice suddenly going a few decibels higher– screechy even. It went a little like this:

Misha: Hi, how are you guys?

After picture:

Misha: Thank–

I think I was too busy making sure I was looking at his (blue blue) eyes. My bother and I managed to go back to our hotel room where my mother witnessed me losing my sh–

[SB: Wow, you sure are more vulgar now than you were before.]

[I know. Blame tumblr.]

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The vendors hall was full of Supernatural merchandise that I was denied of for the years that I’ve been in this fandom by living in a small town. It was like opening the doors to a utopia where the only sacrifice you need in order to enter is your wallet. It’s a good thing that the life-size cardboard cut-outs of Sam, Dean and Castiel were all sold out, or I would have bought a set and would have had to figure out how to fit them in the car.

The auction was really fun, even though I didn’t participate on it. Watching people go into bidding wars over merchandise (that poster and the four autograph tickets that went up to $725 was insane) was entertaining to witness.

The panels were lovely. First up was Osric Chau and Gil McKinney, and Osric Chau, in true Osric Chau fashion, went on stage wearing a Castiel dress from Hot Topic.

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Next was Tahmoh Penickett’s panel. It was so much easier taking clearer pictures of him because he’s one of the few people who relatively stay still on stage.

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And then it was Mark Sheppard with all the sarcasm and wit that Crowley embodies. He went around the hall which gave people lots of opportunity to take clear pictures.  He wasn’t very fond of the strange trench-coated people running around. He did like the gentleman in the suit, though, and also the demon with the bloody apron.

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Next up was from the favorite convention trio (apart from Jared, Jensen and Misha). Richard Speight, Jr., Rob Benedict and Matt Cohen took center stage. And left stage. And right stage. And front and back and left hand right hand corner. These guys moved around so much that almost all of the pictures that I took were blurry. There was a lot of laughter, some singing, and mostly shenanigans going on.

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AND THEN it was Misha Collins’ panel. As one of the fan favorites, you can feel the difference in the energy of the crowd the moment Misha stepped on stage. I might be speaking personally, but this guy has something in him, an easy-going, laid back charm. Poor guy got so flustered when someone asked him to answer a question without “uh, ah, uhm,” cursing when he used one without meaning to, trying so hard that his sentences become choppy, until finally slumping in defeat against the verbal tick. He also spoke words of encouragement when someone asked if he could give some advice to people who are suffering with depression, which is to lean on this fandom community that has formed a family.

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That was essentially my Saturday. By the end of it I was exhausted, and I wasn’t sure where I was going to get the energy for the next day, which was guaranteed to be ten times crazier because it was J2 day!
And it was.
I was in a daze in most of it, I could not remember much, and I am forever thanking 2014-me for having enough presence of mind to write down what I was feeling in those moments.

Jensen’s photo op was up first. At the photo op line, I was more than a little nervous to the point that it was almost ridiculous. My brother was glancing at me worriedly. I was trying to regulate my breathing, and was muttering to myself “It’s okay, he’s human he’s human I’m calm I’m good it’s fine.” As we were nearing the booth, the only thing I could say was “Oh my god, omg omg omg.”

And my first glimpse of him ground me to a halt and my mind was blank and my excitement overtook my nervousness. I was just staring at him with a big smile, especially because one of the people in front of me brought a crown for both of them and I think he convinced her that it’s better if they’re crouching together. It was funny and he took it with good humor.

And a few people after, it was our turn.

He’s just, he’s one of my favorite actors. He’s beautiful, and energetic, and so pleasant and beautiful. After the photo was snapped, I managed to tell him “Thank you! You’re the best!” He smiled and replied “Thank you!”

And then as we went out the photo booth I burst into tears.

It was embarrassing.

There was just tears as I was gathering up my things, smearing up my mascara. I was mortified. It was ridiculous. But I was just so overwhelmed with finally seeing him in person. My little brother took it like a champ.

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Jared’s photo op was up next.

I was overly emotional during Jensen’s photo op (probably because I was so upset half an hour prior). But with Jared’s, I was strangely calm and giddy. Like, if giggling wasn’t embarrassing, I would have giggled the whole way. He was smiling wide and open, bouncing and energetic like Jensen, and the moment I saw him, I couldn’t stop grinning like a loon. I was also bouncing as we waited in line.

He was probably two feet taller than me on my best heels. He took one look at my little brother and I, and said “Well, I’m tall, so!” And then crouched as they took the photo. At the end, I blurted out “You’re the best!” And he clapped his hands and sincerely thanked us. My heart skipped a beat because I did not doubt his genuineness shining in that statement.

My brother was asking me “Are you okay?” as we were picking up our things. He probably thought I was about to breakdown again.

“I’m awesome,” I grinned and we started walking away.

“Yeah, right,” he said doubtfully, and wordlessly handed me my camera, which I had completely forgotten because I was so giddy.

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AND HERE IS MY FAVORITE PHOTO OF THE WHOLE WEEKEND. The only thing I could remember is standing in line, and seeing the people who had gone before me either crying and wiping tears off their faces or grinning widely and wiping tears off their faces.

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I only caught the last 15 minutes of Colin’s panel because I was at the Trio Photo Op. What I do know is that he’s a fan of the show, and he admires Jared and Jensen, and that he’d gladly take on the role of Stanford!Sam if given a chance.

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The main panel of the day is the J2 panel.

Jared and Jensen were several minutes late into their panel, most probably because the photo ops or autograph sessions stretched. The amazing Louden Swain band who have been there since Friday, gave the audience several outstanding song numbers that had Rob Benedict jumping and running all over the ballroom. I bought their CD Sky Alive and have loved them ever since.

When the J’s came out, the cheers were deafening. Jared and Jensen each stood up on a chair, trying to out-tall each other. A few minutes after, Osric Chau crashed the panel in his awesome Castiel dress, and then before leaving, hugged Jared goodbye and then climbed on Jensen’s lap. So of course Jared joined in! Unfortunately I couldn’t get a decent picture because I was laughing too hard.

A few minutes later, someone asked Jensen what his reaction would have been if he was a fan and saw the season 9 finale, I guess in response to the cast saying that they were thoroughly entertained by the fans losing their heads on youtube. Jensen jokingly said that Crowley talked too much, which led to Mark Sheppard suddenly appearing and chasing him from the stage! I don’t know what happened there as there wasn’t really any audible screams, but a few seconds later, Jensen came out of hiding and heaped praises on Crowley, with Mark standing right behind him. Mark said his job was done here and went back to the backstage.

In the middle half of the panel, Misha came out carrying a plate of dried watermelon according to Jared. Jared and Jensen demanded where the crackers and the drinks were, and were so ‘incensed’ at being given bad service. I couldn’t take a clear picture because I was laughing and I couldn’t get my camera to focus.

I probably have more photos of them than all of Saturday photos combined. I’m not going to spam you guys with posts because I already did that in tumblr. Here are a few several a lot of photos that I took during the panel:

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Mark’s photo op was the last that I attended. The convention was winding down, some people were leaving because they had flights to catch, so it was less busier than the day before or earlier.

As we were waiting at the line, we heard people suddenly cheering behind us, so we turned around and there Jared Padalecki was riding in a scooter, ringing the bell, and high-five-ing everybody.

I whipped up my phone as he was getting closer and told my brother, “Quick! Take a picture!”

[I heard the guy behind me exclaim in frustration: “Damn! I forgot my camera!”]

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Mark was awesome, it was great to see him. When we stepped to take our photo, I managed to say “Hi Mark! How are you?”

He didn’t answer, and I waited for a beat before deciding that he probably didn’t hear me because sometimes my voice can get very soft. Then there was a flash (I don’t even know if I looked at the camera, as part of me was still trying to decide whether he heard me or not), he suddenly goes, in his lovely accent:

“Good! How are you?”

It took me a couple of seconds to catch up that he was answering my question. He waited till the camera flashed and he startled me when he suddenly answered. My brother and I are still joking about it till today.

There was still one panel left, Curtis Armstrong’, but unfortunately, we had to go. I slept all the way home, and then flopped on my bed and slept ten hours more.

And that was my Supernatural Chicago Convention 2014 experience. It was exhausting, it was everything I imagined to be and more, and I had a lot of fun. I didn’t make any friends, which I was bummed about. I think I annoyed my seatmates by screaming during the panels, too. But it didn’t take away from the good experience. It was the highlight of my year.



NOW. It’s three o’clock in the morning. In a few hours, I will be attending Supernatural Chicago Convention 2015, and this time with a Gold ticket. I don’t know why it took me so long to write about my experiences last year. This year I will try to post a little bit earlier (SB: yeah, like in September of next year).

Now to finish packing up.

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DIY Wax Seal Stamp

Ever since discovering the art of calligraphy as a useful and immensely satisfying (and a little bit costly) hobby, I’ve always wanted to do a handwritten correspondence with someone who lives in another country. In short, a penpal. Although I have been wary of looking for penpals off the internet because, well, it’s the internet and you never know if you’re writing to a potential stalker or a creepster or a predator. I have a short anecdote that I will share in a separate post about how I learned to be paranoid about strangers over the internet. But that’s a story for another day.

Back on topic. Following the calligraphy tag on tumblr had me looking at skilled calligraphers who correspond with their calligrapher friends with their fancy cursive and flowing scripts and pretty flourishes and parchments and wax seal stamps, and of course the one thought that ran through my mind was: “Ooh, that looks fun… I want one.”

The wax seal stamp, I mean. The pretty cursives and flowery flourishes takes years of practice that both frustrates me and makes me determined. The penpal position is still open because I’m wary of creepsters. But parchment and the stamp are pretty attainable. So, I want one.

Problem was, customized wax seal stamps are really freaking expensive. And knowing that I have no use for it because I don’t have anyone to write a letter to, I gave up the idea of buying one.

But I didn’t give up the idea of having one. So naturally, I scoured the internet for do-it-yourself wax stamp seals, and I particularly liked this shank button wax seal stamp and this one made from rubber carving block. There was another really cool set of instructions from RageHaus that used wooden dowels and wood burning tools, but unfortunately, the website is not available anymore.

I haven’t done any of these, because I don’t own any wooden dowels, wood blocks, wood cutting tools, shank buttons or any abandoned chess sets lying around. But then I remembered that I grabbed a pack of bakeable clay on a whim (someone should definitely keep me away from Hobby Lobby because I could buy the whole store), and got the idea to create my own.

It took about four hours of labor (that might be because I work at the speed of a baby turtle), but the finished product, which I dub my trial stamps, came out decently:


Clearly I need to improve my wax seal application…

I had fun making these, so I thought I’d share.


Kato Polyclay

What you’ll need:

-Kato polyclay, or any kind of polymer clay that you prefer. This one that I randomly grabbed worked out perfectly.

-Wax paper. Or a plastic bag. Something that you can use to cover your working table with because the clay will be greasy when you start to knead it.


-An inkless pen. Or anything pointy. A toothpick would work, but make sure to smooth out the end.

-An oven. This is quite essential as you’re going to have to bake the polyclay if you don’t want a limp, useless wax seal stamp.

-Baking pan


-Wax seals. So you’ll have something to test your wax seal stamp with.

-A candle. Or a lighter. Or a match. Anything save a stove that produces fire.



1)      Pinch off an appropriate or desired amount of the clay that you think you’re going to need for your stamp. Or heck, just use as much as you want.


This is approximately 1 ounce of the polyclay.

2)      The clay is going to be firm, so you have to knead it. Knead it like you intend to give it the best massage of its life.  Doesn’t matter if your technique could be likened to a bull dancing the cha-cha on top of a person. That firm, unyielding clay would soon be like putty in your hands.


Not putty yet, but getting there.

3)      Roll the clay into a cylinder. Or shape it into an elongated cube. Or a polyhedron, if you’re feeling that creative. Just as long as the “face” of the stamp remains flat, shape the “handle” into a kick-ass lightning bolt, if you have the patience. Just make sure you don’t make the “face” too wide.


I shaped mine into a Rook in order to have two “faces” in one stamp. This is intentional. No, I didn’t choose this shape because I tried and thoroughly failed to shape a human head and instead ended up with a weirdly-shaped blob. What are you talking about?



…Okay, fine. I don’t know, okay? It was supposed to be a head, I swear, but it ended up like this. Rooks are much easier to shape.

4)      Pencil out a design for your stamp face. Make sure that the design will fit within the stamp face.


For the 1st face, I chose “W” for Winchester. Why? Because Supernatural, that’s why.

*Tip 1: One way to do this would be placing your stamp on a paper and tracing the edges to determine the boundaries.


Please ignore the fact that this isn’t the same clay.

*Tip 2: If you want something more complicated than a simple monogram (for example, a lamp, or a human transmutation circle, idk), copy it from the internet, paste to MS Word, resize if it’s too large, and print it off. BUT don’t be a douche and claim the design as your own.


I chose the anti-possession tattoo symbol from Supernatural for my 2nd stamp face. I printed this off after three failed attempts on drawing it on paper.


When I finish this, I’ll have a wax seal stamp that will ward off possession on anything that I stamp it on. Letters that you don’t want altered? Slap on an anti-possession symbol and see if Crowley comes near it! Mwahaha!

5)      Darken your design with your pencil. Like, really darken it. Trace your design with enough pressure that when you put your face on top of it, it will leave an imprint. The darker, the better.


It looks easy enough, right? Wrong.

6)      Take your clay stamp and place it on top of your design. Turn the whole thing upside down, with the paper now on top, and scratch it to make sure that the clay takes up the pencil imprint.


Slap the pattern onto the “face,” and then lightly scratch the surface.


You barely see it from the photo, but the imprint is there.


Here’s the “W” for my 1st stamp face.

7)      Take your pointy tool (a pen, a toothpick, or anything that you can try and poke somebody with and they respond with “ow!”) and start carving your stamp face. The image will naturally be reversed. Try not to make it too shallow that it won’t show on the wax seal when you try it out, or too deep that the wax may break off inside.


My pointy tool is my mechanical pencil. It works out wonderfully.


Carving this took about two hours in total and I was ready to puke by the end of it.

8)      When you’re done carving your clay, smoothen out the edges, wipe out fingerprints, make sure the rest of your stamp face is relatively flat.


I sliced off the edge in order to get rid of the unintended outer circle. So now it really looks like a chess piece.


Save yourself the trouble and just carve out monograms. This only took me fifteen minutes.

9)      Preheat the oven. Place a wax paper on top of the baking pan, put the stamp clays face down. According to the Kato polyclay directions, it must be baked for 10 minutes in 300 degree Celsius. If you have another brand of polymer clay, then follow its specific directions.


*CAUTION:   Be careful in taking the pan out of the oven. I know it sounds noble, but “suffering for your art” doesn’t mean suffering 2nd degree burns because you got so excited that you grabbed the stuff straight from the oven.

11)   Let the clay cool off and make sure you’ve baked the malleability out of it.

12)   Voila! Your stamp is ready to be tested!


Here goes nothing!

To test your stamp:

1)      Grab a piece of paper, melt the wax seal onto it.

2)      Immediately stamp your…er, stamp onto the wax seal, hold still for a few seconds, and then carefully lift up your stamp.


Okay, let me try that again.


Took a couple of tries, but hey, it works!


Seriously, just do monograms. They’re a whole lot easier to do.

Is it successful? Alright, time to color!


Bam! Rook = Impala because chess rooks are powerful towards end games and the Impala turned out to be the most important thing in the universe.


S.W. and D.W. on the side. I’m so clever I didn’t even know it. *preens*


The Winchester Family Motto

WHAM! Have a letter that you don’t want demons to get a hold of? Slap an anti-possession symbol on it.

I like to think The Men of Letters have a variation of this somewhere in the bunker that Sam has yet to find.

Of course, I made this before season 9 finale aired, so sorry Dean. Guess you won’t be sending anyone any letters any time soon.

Or opening any letters. Sam can totally start a diary now.

Okay, I’m done.

If you ended up with an unrecognizable blob of clay, I apologize profusely for wasting your time.


[ETA: I posted this months ago in my Tumblr. It was still sitting in my drafts here for some reason. Eh, posting it now.]

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First Post of the New Year

To tell the truth, for a few months now, I’ve been thinking of deleting this blog.

I’m not a regular updater, that’s for sure. One of the main reasons is that nothing interesting ever really happens to me. I don’t travel, I don’t have a lot of friends that could tell me stories, and I’d rather stay curled up in my bed with a good multi-chaptered fanfiction rather than going outside for a stroll.

Blogging about my woes when I’m feeling depressed seems ill-fitting here–those are better done in my private journal where I can be as vulgar as I want to be.

All my fandom stuff are on Tumblr, which none of you people who know me in real life will ever find at the risk of me dying in mortification. My calligraphy stuff is over there,too, and so is my knitting stuff.

My fanfiction stuff is over at livejournal, which I also have not been updating as much as I would like to.

I haven’t made much progress on the novel-writing stuff, and complaining here about my severely lacking skills with going on about it is unappealing.

And I don’t really have profound wisdom to impart about an interesting/controversial topic. Not saying that I’m as shallow as a puddle, but because I feel like everything I have to say has already been said by someone much better at expressing what I would have liked to say.

The point is, apart from the occasional poems, this blog is virtually useless. Also, Bahay Kubo as a blog name is misleading, because I don’t write about nipa huts, and I don’t post folk song guitar chords.


To delete or not to delete?


I’m changing my blog title though. But I’m leaving out the Bahay Kubo page because it seems like people are finding it helpful for their MAPEH projects.

From now on (or until I’m finished customizing, anyway), this blog will be called “Don’t Quote Me On That.” Why? Because I said so. Do I really need a special reason?


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Heart Murmur

Heart Murmur

Thud-thud. Thud-thud.
You hear that proof?
The thrum of blood,
The living truth
Pushed through my veins
And though it’s weak
The fact remains
My heart still beats
Don’t grieve me yet
Hear the bells toll
Someday, somehow
The grave will call
Inside your arms
I’ll fade away
But not tonight
Tonight, I stay
Through spikes and falls
And tight’ning bands
Pins and needles
On both my hands
And through the un-
     relenting stitch
Falt’ring rhythm
And silent hitch
Thud-thud. Thud-thud.
Forever same
My beating heart
Murmurs your name.

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Greetings, blog that I haven’t updated for several months!

SmileyBunny: Several months? Several months?! I haven’t seen hide nor hair of you for almost a year!

(SB throws a chair. Ikang dodges the flying chair.)

Whoa whoa, let’s not get violent here, shall we–

SmileyBunny: No letters, no words, not even a peep! And you dare show your face here with a pretentious ‘Greetings!’

(SB throws a table. Ikang barely dodges the flying table. She nervously laughs.)

Look, SB, calm down–

SmileyBunny: Don’t you dare tell me to calm down! 

(SB looks around for anything else to throw, but finds nothing, and so settles for throwing self on a couch and glaring ferociously. Ikang sighs in temporary relief.)


Ahem. So. Hello, blog that I haven’t updated for several mo–

SmileyBunny: Abandoned. ABANDONED FOR ALMOST A YEAR.

Look, it’s not my fault! See, there’s this website, it’s called Tumblr, and it’s taken over my life–

SmileyBunny: Oh sure, blame the website and not yourself, why don’t you?

No, seriously, it’s addicting. See, it’s a blogging platform that lets you blog, re-blog, like posts and tag and–

SmileyBunny: I knew it! I KNEW IT! YOU WERE CHEATING ON ME!


SmileyBunny: First it was that LiveJournal hussy, and now THIS?

It’s not actually cheating since you’re a blog, not a person–

SmileyBunny: Oh. OH. So you’re using that excuse, huh? Yeah, demean me to soothe your guilty conscience, you… you three-timer!

 SB, you and me, we’re not in any kind of relationship for me to be three-timing you–

SmileyBunny: And now you’re denying me! All those years we had, all those DBSK posts I had to endure, all those times I spent mocking you when you were angst-ing about them, you’re saying they didn’t mean anything to you?

You’re not exactly helping your case here, SB.

SmileyBunny: This is just– You know what? I give up. Go back to your stupid Tumbler–

It’s Tumblr. Without an ‘e.’

SmileyBunny: Go back to your stupid Tumblr-without-an-e and blog yourself out. Yeah, you heard me. BLOG YOURSELF OUT.

Now that you mention it, I have around 1,400 posts there and I regularly blog practically everyday. I have 25 people following me, which by Tumblr standards isn’t really anything but– Uhm, SB, why are you so red? What are you doing— SB, wait. No, I’ll shut up about Tumblr, I promise! Just, please drop the couch, please! SB, have mercy–OOF!


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The Road So Far…


Carry on, my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more~

Insert kickass guitar solo here.

Ahem. Yes, I am well aware that my writing gets lamer (and more vulgar, come to think of it) every year. But that is what happens when there’s something I am jumping out of my seat to share, and couldn’t be bothered thinking of more proper ways of introducing it.

The brief excerpt from above is the chorus to a classic song of Kansas’, called “Carry On My Wayward Son.” It is one of the main tracks from the show I’m currently, reluctantly, helplessly obsessed with. And how the heck did I find myself almost reaching former DBSK5-level obsession here, when I’ve sworn off being swept off my fangirl feet ever again, you ask?

It started with Glee, of all things. Glee.

That’s right, I watch Glee… or used to, anyway, before this new obsession took over me. The musically-inclined side of me loves it because it helps me discover good songs I would have been sorry not hearing due to over-focusing on a certain K-pop/J-pop boy band that broke my heart to a million pieces and danced upon the shards (yeah, so I’m kinda/maybe/still a little bitter about it. Sue me. No, wait…). Having Darren Criss on the cast was also a treat, with me being one of the original Starkids fans (He was Harry-freakin’-Potter before he was this Blaine-dude. Back off, gleeks). I haven’t been able to watch more after this certain episode of season 3, but I’m planning to… Maybe sometime this summer.

But I digress. So there I was— sitting in front of the computer, one cold November afternoon last year— catching up on the episodes I’ve missed, when I heard one of the most gorgeous songs I have ever heard in my life: “Fix You” by Coldplay.

After spending time melting on my seat into a puddle of goo on the floor at the scene of Will reassuring Emma with this gorgeous song, I finished the episode (Asian F) and immediately searched Youtube. It was then that I came across this fanvid, which turned out to be my demise.

It piqued my curiosity –  Who are these people? Why is that girl on fire? Why are they crying? Ew, what’s that gross thing coming out of his mouth? Why does one of the main lead look dead? Whoa! He crawled out of a grave! Man-hugs, cool! What is this show?

I read the comments under the vid, and found out that the show is called “Supernatural.” It sounded interesting. It sounded promising. A show about two brothers? With supernatural elements and a lot of angst-fest? Sounds like my kind of show. What? Horror genre? Erm… Err… Gore? Gross! Not for me. But… (sigh) I’ll give it a chance.

Now, you see, I hated horror, and I hated gore even more. It is why I wouldn’t even notice Halloween passing by if not for the tons of candy and colorful costumes you can see everywhere. A horror movie is synonymous to gore-flying-whichever-way to me. You can make me watch one if it’s really good, but most horror movies I’ve watched (which admittedly doesn’t reach a two-digit count) just don’t have a plot line that is engaging enough for me to ignore the blood and guts liberally spilled throughout.

So with great hesitation, I clicked on the show, head turned away, one eye closed, and the other half-opened in case blood and guts start splattering on the computer screen. I was doubtful I could even finish one episode. But lo and behold, the pilot episode sucked me right in, and the moment I watched the infamous “jerk-bitch” banter between Sam and Dean Winchester within the first half of the show, I knew the horror element wouldn’t be enough to not keep me watching.

Supernatural season 1 promo poster

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Love in the ice (acoustic cover)

I’ve been meaning to make a cover of this song for years now. I couldn’t find chords in the internet, so I just guessed them. Finally recorded one today. I tried playing the guitar with a pick to make the sound sharper, but I only succeeded on distracting myself and getting lyrics wrong. It’s not the best of covers, and I couldn’t control my voice very well through the high notes. *hides face in embarrassment*

I’m writing my own version with English lyrics. Almost done with it, though whether or not I’ll record it depends if I find time/confidence for it.

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They say that there are two kinds of special bonds in this world— two kinds of strings that tie people together.

One of them is the red thread, the bond that signifies romantic love: True love, fated chance of two people destined to be together. It roots from the very core of a person’s heart. It is like an addicting drug, like fire igniting a passionate connection that can only be defined with hearts being bonded together. Most common but hardly ever unbroken, it is a bond that could either mean a person’s happiness or destruction. It is a fragile string that will either stand out the test of time, or simply be cut.

The second one is the silver thread, the bond that symbolizes a different kind of love. It signifies friendship: true friendship that forms from the very roots of the soul. It connects two strangers together by the essence of their person. It is like water— calm, enriching, warm and easily molded, adjusted and shaped. Most rare but hardly ever broken, it is a bond that becomes the definition of a person. It is a piece of string that is the hardest to find— but once tied, it remains timeless ly strong.

The red and silver threads are the strongest bonds a person could ever form in a lifetime…

But if you are forced to cut one to keep the other… which would you choose?

… Man, who writes prologues like this in a story that’s titled “Choices?” It’s cheesy, it’s corny, it’s against everything that I believe a good introduction should be, it has freaking similes! Similes!

I know I should just hack it away from my draft, but I can’t bring myself to. I love it, but I hate it. I love that I wrote it, but I hate that I wouldn’t even give it a second glance if I was the reader, not the writer.

I’ve been writing “Choices” since 2008, and I still haven’t managed to get it past the editing process. Four years of labor, and I still haven’t finished it, which is pathetic because it’s just a fanfic and it shouldn’t take this long, but it’s my baby and I’ve been developing it endlessly from a four-page drabble into an almost one hundred-page draft.

And now I’m having thoughts about changing the POV from first person to second person, except that I’ve written the entire thing in first person and though I hated it for a while, I relentlessly edited it until it worked. And it was fine like that. But then, recently, I rewrote a section, one measley section and changed it to second person, which turned out ten times better than it was. And the thought of rewiring everything is exhausting, and the first person POV is how I wrote it. I don’t know what to do.

Who said writing was easy? It’s like pulling a tooth. Without anesthesia. And with a plier.

I need advise. And a beta. Where can I find those?

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Reactions to Koizora

I’ve been hearing for a few years now about Koizora, and I’ve been hearing nothing but good things about it. Finally, I decided to sit down and watch it, wishing I was watching with a friend, so we could bawl our eyes out together.

…It couldn’t be more different from what I expected.

These are my reactions:

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