Mama sent a message! She was missing for quite sometime. She wasn't returning calls or messages. Not even in YM. She was missing. Then, just now. As in, NOW--in my offline messages, she said that she has sent $1000 to us. Isn't that nice! We were experiencing some financial troubles and here she is waiting to give us something anew! We prayed that we will be safe, my mom as well. We prayed this morning and anointed ourselves to be beings for the Lord. We were very spiritual in those few but saintly minutes we had with the Lord. And, we were energized by the Holy Spirit to go forth to the outside world and fear no evil! We have expelled the evil spirits and have a hedge to protect us with a seal of faith. And, my Gran told me to look if Mum's online. There it is. GOOD NEWS! The Lord is so GOOD! ALL THE TIME! AMEN! Hallelujah!
Insanely me ;)
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
About my fandoms...
Since I have no reviewers here... I'll just post the really long ones here first--to beta--and then post the perfected versions over there and there (FF.net & FP.net).
Because of this, I'll get more feedback from you by letting you point out exactly where I am wrong with my GRAMMAR and SPELLING. e.g., I were going through... You say:
"I were going thorough" in paragraph 3 (random number here) is wrong. Please change into "I was going through..." and all that blah!
Of course, you can also comment on other things about my writing or the fandom or the piece itself. Whichever comes first. I just am lazy in burning up the Muses and actually beta-ing my own pieces. T_T stupid Writer's Laziness... That's right, "Writer's Laziness" not "Writer's Block".
Insanely me ;)
Because of this, I'll get more feedback from you by letting you point out exactly where I am wrong with my GRAMMAR and SPELLING. e.g., I were going through... You say:
"I were going thorough" in paragraph 3 (random number here) is wrong. Please change into "I was going through..." and all that blah!
Of course, you can also comment on other things about my writing or the fandom or the piece itself. Whichever comes first. I just am lazy in burning up the Muses and actually beta-ing my own pieces. T_T stupid Writer's Laziness... That's right, "Writer's Laziness" not "Writer's Block".
Insanely me ;)
Who is to Blame? (Chapter of Twos: Part Two)
Chapter of Twos: Part Two
Disclaimer: usual disclaimers apply
Note: I found several mistakes in my previous chapter and I hope I didn’t insult anyone, or bother anyone by them. I will fix them, or I have fixed them. Whichever I did. Because this chapter’s pretty long. I’m sorry to keep you people waiting. And I remembered Chicken Little always say “What were we talking about?”
And, I’m sorry if I flooded your mail… I was freaking out abut the stupid one-shot that I did. As I’ve said… I’m a perfectionist. Or what sleeps deprivation does to you.
“I’m going to be sick.”
“Father Nightroad, it is not advisable that you walk to the bar and drink sugar-saturated tea during this flight—the confines of the air-borne vehicular are not appropriate for in-flight locomotion; you can injure yourself. And, due to intermediate turbulence, you may regurgitate your last substantial food.” Tres warned the green priest trying to plant his feet firmly on the plane floor.
“Tres, there’s no actual bar on this thing were flying in—I don’t even think it’s a plane; it is a garbage bin launched towards the Desolate Area!” Abel practically screamed. He fervently wished for Tres to second his motion earlier, for them to grab the parachutes at the back and risk loosing their limbs in trekking to the Darklands. Caterina did give them a suspiciously accurate map of the place.
Who is to Blame? (Chapter of Twos: Part One)
(Hahahahaha!!) The Chapter of Twos: Part One
(How ironic…)
Disclaimer: Trinity Blood and its characters are NOT my properties.
Warning: I am sooo drugged when I did this… just finished reading a hilarious fic
Note: Breakdown II—I imagined Abel as a horse for some reason and I couldn’t shrug it off… Having the hay thing so familiar with luring Abel into sweets…
In life, there’s a pattern. There always is a pattern for the evolutionary succession of things to prime their prime. If one specie evolves, all of the species in that area start evolving. This happens if there is a change in the environment and they need to adapt to a new environment according to Charles Darwin’s theory; this goes the same for humans. From prosimians to humans, homo sapiens sapiens. There was a pattern discovered through carbonated traces in our DNA confirming some facts about the theory, but still it remains a theory because of the lack of consistency in finding more evidence per era or even per year. There always was a time jump in the series of studies made by the Father of Evolution.
Part of the many studies involving the Evolution Theory was in the medical field. Pre-Armageddon doctors scuffed through white hospitals, all grouped into different fields of expertise. Some were surgeons; some were neurologists; some were in pathology; some specialize in histology. Every doctor contributed to their oath to serve, heal—well, most of them anyway. Then, there were nurses. Nurses helped doctors through different things. But they didn’t scrub in. Only intern doctors did that, or subcontracted doctors to a hospital. This helped Charles a lot in his quest toward the Galapagos and back. Being a medical practitioner himself, he knew that some factors in healing were nature-based—applying natural techniques that animals use themselves.
Just to get me writing again...
I have been online for the most part of the afternoon... and evening... and I can't get some things out of my head. Like, the fact uncovered of the secret--or not-so-secret--Batman and Superman fandom... I've had gotten this idea when I suddenly watched Justice League after Brokeback Mountain.
There are just some things that have been destined to meet... My love for cartoon that sooned conformed with my love of fandom--bi or otherwise... (You should warn your kids to stay away from the "action" because it's infectious.)
I have started to get my writing up and going again... I was in the mood to write when suddenly I realized that the chapter isn't done yet and I can't type it without perfect conformity. I started to write on my yellow pad and some sentences later, I was searching the net. I searched for my bookmarks and started to search for the bookmarks I made last night--and here the story begins again.
I saw the fics again--Johnny/Reed (I had been warned with it with a sudden pop-out from the FF.net archives in Fantastic Four>Movies.) and S/B (Let's just respect the supers as they are...). And, I lost track of time and got down to sincere and devoted fan fiction reading. Thanks to *Transcendenza of LiveJournal and the others that followed.
Then, I realized I wasn't made for their type of writing--my skills just draw on the border of fluff... It will take a lot of work from me. And, it will take a lot of nonsense to drive me into doing smut.
From this day forward, I will not go near smut again... Because it distracts. (Maybe on special occasions which I am not pestered by my Muses to write.)
Insanely me ;)
There are just some things that have been destined to meet... My love for cartoon that sooned conformed with my love of fandom--bi or otherwise... (You should warn your kids to stay away from the "action" because it's infectious.)
I have started to get my writing up and going again... I was in the mood to write when suddenly I realized that the chapter isn't done yet and I can't type it without perfect conformity. I started to write on my yellow pad and some sentences later, I was searching the net. I searched for my bookmarks and started to search for the bookmarks I made last night--and here the story begins again.
I saw the fics again--Johnny/Reed (I had been warned with it with a sudden pop-out from the FF.net archives in Fantastic Four>Movies.) and S/B (Let's just respect the supers as they are...). And, I lost track of time and got down to sincere and devoted fan fiction reading. Thanks to *Transcendenza of LiveJournal and the others that followed.
Then, I realized I wasn't made for their type of writing--my skills just draw on the border of fluff... It will take a lot of work from me. And, it will take a lot of nonsense to drive me into doing smut.
From this day forward, I will not go near smut again... Because it distracts. (Maybe on special occasions which I am not pestered by my Muses to write.)
Insanely me ;)
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