charquill

I finally got to out last night. Yes, after many months of academic imprisonment. Freedom was mine.

But I had to get home by midnight.

I don't know why I'm updating on deviantart. I never do.

I'm listening to Sufjan Stevens now, "Seven Swans". What a beautiful song, it almost makes me want to cry.

I have copied and pasted my lj entry here for no particular reason other than to get rid of my silly Ressurection! entry from ages past.

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Unfortunately, I did not dress up as anything yesterday so I applaud all of you who did. I particularly enjoyed Kalan's "Nudist on Strike" sign and Miguel's um, box, which I found slightly bewildering but funny all the same.

I almost felt the halloween spirit yesternight, almost, even if I didn't get to dress goth with the "I'm a vampire" excuse like Heather suggested and go trick or treating because trick-or-treating in this country is utterly LAME and involves non-dressed-up squatter kids meandering about with the masses from house to house at one o clock in the afternoon hoping to snag free candy. I don't blame the kids. Candy is good and they starve. But the whole vision is just too depressing to induce halloween spirit.

We did brave an empty, rundown "haunted" house though. We, as in everyone who went over to Miguel's place. The "haunted" house reeked of "dead bodies" (several of us suggested with fearful hope) and was creepy while we were in there. There were footprints on the walls and broken shutters, which was satisfying and greatly enhanced the effect. Everybody screamed in earnest at least once.

That was the only halloweeny thing that happened yesterday. The rest of the night was spent doing some intense bathroom-bonding with Ali and Lena, and chilling in Miguel's room. In the process I discovered the exciting complexities of other people's lives and how much of a life I don't have. It was tragically enlightening. T'was a fun night, all in all.

This house is making me feel claustrophobic again.

I have not died.

Since my most recent update about a year ago, nothing really has changed, except the occassional comment once in a blue moon, and the slightly more frequent faves and devwatches. I'd just like to remind you all that I haven't died, I'm still here, I still appreciate all comments, and would *like* you to leave a comment or constructive criticism when you visit.

Summer is here alas, so I have alot more free time to draw, so I'll hopefully be updating more frequently.

Cheers.

Now comes the inevitable time of summer where a rather discomforting fact that has been rather determinedly shoved away could escape my attention no longer : school starts in two days. And so right now I am feeling a little wistful, a little anxious, almost regretful that I have not utilized my summer into doing something that would constitute the smallest amount of productivity.

Of course, I've sashayed through artistic sprees, photoshop sprees, writing sprees, poetic sprees, Anne-Ricean vampire sprees, glompable anime guy sprees, Sirius and Draco sprees... ah yes, and who could forget the long talks I have with on the phone wherein we talk ages for god knows what, dissect a topic down to its bloody bowels, and then leave it to wither up and die, promptly attacking another misfortunate subject... and had any outsider been listening, they would have heard snatches of "toast the munchkin to black ashes", "badger-song torture", and "OH! I get it, you're talking about the BROWNIE thing" which would not make a smidgen of sense to them, but all the sense in the world to professional ears. XD

Those things, I suppose, amongst other things, have compensated nicely for my lack of enthusiasm for well, other things.

But tis a double-edged sword, a two-sided coin. Onto the side where I have left unpolished for so long.

I'm only *halfway* through Zero, A Biography of a Dangerous Idea, the "mandatory" reading assignment given by my maths teacher, and as opposed to my plan of completing 4 SAT simulation tests, I've only completed *one*, and I did each section at random intervals too, which doesn't really count. AND I was supposed to have gone all the way through differentiation and integration for my next year's Higher Level maths course, BUT I've only gotten not-even halfway through Differentiation. And here I am, faced with an entire junior year ahead of me. I am, quite frankly, how to say... freaked out.

I love watching people. Yesterday, my dad and I went to Greenbelt to watch Spiderman and eat at Bubba Gump. Mother-dear is in China now so we had some father-daughter bonding. Well, close to it.

Then I noticed how long I haven't been out amongst a group of random, interesting strangers. It was almost funny how I'd look at one person or a group of people for the longest time and just sort of observe the way they move, talk, their expressions. I was positively overwhelmed by humanity! There's the brooding, morbid, metallic-music-lover standing by the fountain, ears well-covered by oversized headphones, listening to someone screaming over ten billion bass guitars at volume 9 which would have initiated more than a flinch from any other mortal. And there's the overweight couple of assumed newly-weds squashed together lovingly on one fastfood swiveling seat to the point of breaking, while expending all their excess energy into devouring or rather, ferociously licking a large vanilla ice cream cone. I swear I'm not making this up. I was walking along the food court while I saw this comical scene and oh if only I had a camera. I couldn't stop staring and I think I broke out into a grin and walked a little faster. And then you have the more typical sort of people you see around here. An old yet tall and muscular foreign man linking arms with a petite local filipina whose head of dyed hair is far yellower than that of the man's and who looks young enough to be his daughter. Then there's the bald-headed Filipino hip-hop dude dressed in some large blue jersey of some basketball team with the characteristic silver "bling bling" hung on his neck and a red cap fixed at a ludicrous angle atop his head, with an equally hip-hoppish chick at his side, and need I describe the details of the girl's clothing? I think not. Then there're the sort of people who I can't really seem to attribute personalities to. There was this scrawny yet very good-looking guy next to our table at Bubba Gump who wore a tight yellow shirt (which made me assume he was gay) and had the most delicate, pretty features I've ever seen on a guy. And then as we walked past the second floor of Greenbelt 3, there was this tall foreign boy with a mass of dusty blonde curls and a very straight nose, who caught my attention immediately, you know, in my current obsession with curly-haired guys and all. I immediately decided what an excellent vampire he'd make. Where that thought came from I don't know, only I've been reading way too much Anne Rice.

Sigh, it's all very interesting though, I could go on forever. Who'd've thought the Philippines contained so much interesting people? But then agian, my fascination could derive from my prolonged state of living trapped in a very large and very empty house in the middle of forbes, with only my Anne Rice books to content myself. *sigh*

That's right. Other times I probably wouldn't have given a damn. But I like to think there's a bit of a humanitarian in me.



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Charquill Bows Down To:


Friends, Online/Offline, More or Less, and Great Artists:
- Eternal Comrade, yes ma'am indeed! Gimme 5.



Clubses:


I realize I don't need a list of stalkers because over half the people on there have forgotten about me. T-T

I NEED TO JOIN MORE CLUBS. Recommendations. Puh-leeze.