JYJ Fanpage on Facebook

I made several friends on this JYJ fan page on Facebook. They really love TVXQ and are now solid JYJ fans. Now, I don't visit Facebook as much so I'm not really up-to-date with the page activities but whenever I need new info on JYJ I know exactly where to go.

A lot of JYJ fans have tons of opinions about the articles posted there, and it just shows that JYJ have plenty of fans around the world. I mean, they are known all over the globe. They probably have no idea how many international fans they have.

When JYJ first went public, fans on that page helped them trend on twitter. The members used to be more than 20,000 and growing, but unfortunately the admin's account had a problem and it was dissolved. Now, the fan page is starting from scratch and hopefully those who joined will be able to find it. There are now several fan page imitators and I think most of the old members aren't aware of the incident.

Here's the link if you have a Facebook profile : JYJ (Junsu Jaejung Yuchun)



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I'm Following Jung Gun Young on Twitter

To be honest, I don't know who Jung Gun Young is. According to his twitter profile, under the username "zerotic0124", he's a choreographer/dancer. Now if you know me well enough, those two words are enough to get me interested. So I followed him.

Now, being non-Korean, I can't understand his tweets, but I use the internet to translate them (unsuccessfully though, 'coz Korean language are not constructed similarly to English). He's basically just an ordinary guy, who seems interesting enough for me to follow.

There was even one time that I tried to Google him. There was only one accurate result and it was an outdated blog. There are no YouTube videos of him so I don't really know how good he dances. After midnight he tweets sometimes and somehow I'd like to think that he understands my replies. I'll continue to follow him on twitter, and hopefully there would be more information about him on the web that's in English.

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Lady, Do Your Freakin' Job

One Thursday morning, my friend, Novavi and I went back to our old college to inquire about what we needed to do to shift to another major. Both of us, having just resigned from a customer service job were pretty much optimistic going back there. We really missed school and studying.

Somehow our day didn't turn out so great. We were in the registrar, where we were supposed to get all the information we needed, when this lady who was supposed to be the one who "knows" about our case ruined our entire day. Aside from being told to go back and forth to different offices, she wasn't at all helpful. She was a real bitch and she had no problem showing it.

Just because we were students doesn't mean she could treat us like crap. Those kind of two-faced phonies are so nice when they're facing parents or someone older, but when they're dealing with students they're real scums. I hate going to the admins just to ask for information, they don't know how to do their jobs right. I mean, FYI, that's what you get paid for. I'm still pissed after that day. When enrollment week comes and I have to deal with her crap again, I would tell her to f*** off.

When Things Don't Go As Planned

It's been over a month since I started writing seriously again. I've learned many things with research and tried applying them as I go along with finishing my novel. I discovered that having a plan really helps avoid writer's block, but what happens when you stray from the original plan?

Having an outline can be a lifesaver for some writers and it helped me keep track of the story as I type away. However, I do admit that I'm the kind of writer who doesn't follow the outline all the time. There are times when a better idea presents itself to me when I'm writing based from the outline. So I write the scenes which I see as more fit, but then there are also times when I stray away from my plan and get stuck in the end.

So how do I move forward from that? If you've been self-studying about fiction writing like I do, I would assume that you would at least have a bunch of papers stuck on your wall with scenes written on them. If you don't, I suggest you start making room for it. I call it my storyboard.

My storyboard consists of one giant paper taped on my wall written with a bunch of scenes for every chapter connected by arrows. It also has tiny Post Its with notes next to the scenes. That way I would know why I put the scene there in the first place. When I'm stuck after changing a scene, I write the changes in a Post It and replace it over the original. Then I would write a series of questions on tinier Post Its on why I decided to do that. One by one I try to answer the questions. Once I figure out the logic behind my decision I would tie the new scene to the next one based on my answers. It usually works for me since it is my novel, but I'm not really sure if it's for everyone.

So when things don't go as planned just stop and ask yourself why the new plan seems better. If you're really serious about your novel, you'll be able to answer your own questions easily. Why? Because it's your creation. Nobody knows your characters and the story more than you do, so getting past this obstacle isn't really that hard.

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In My Free Time

Since I'm not writing all the time. I spend most of my free time imagining scenes and researching about writing. I read at least one article a day until I can sum up the courage to sit in front of a blank page and start writing again.

When I get tired of doing that, I watch TV or go outside to have fun (I still got a life). If the weather isn't good, I spend my hours tweeting. It's good writing practice too. But most of the time I daydream about the story.

However, I did learn that writing is easily accomplished when there are no distractions, but since the internet is always an essential tool for me I can't simply get rid of it. But it's advisable to write without internet to avoid being dragged into procrastinating.

I think I've experienced my fair share of excuses when it came to writing, and it usually causes my writer's block. There's no better way to finish a story than actually writing it. If the story is still unclear, write notes or an outline. As long as you get it on paper or on your word processor it's great progress for your work. After a huge amount of hard work and discipline, you'll just realize you're writing or nearly finished.

I won't lie to you and say I don't worry about rules, grammar, and style when I'm writing. Most writers would say they just ignore it and tidy everything up later on, which is probably good advice. Just write your heart away, and make sure you have fun, because at the end of the day you'll remember that the reason why most of us started writing is because it's what we love to do.

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Seriously

I had recently convinced myself that I should keep a journal, a planner and a writer's database. I'm not really the most organized person you'll know but when I take my work seriously I do whatever it takes to keep in control. The reason for this is because I've recently read this guide on How to Write a Novel in 100 Days or Less (in which I can't find the working link anymore). There was a line there that implied that if I am a serious writer, I must write all the time.

It got me thinking that maybe what I was lacking was dedication to the written art. I asked myself, when was the last time I actually tried and read about writing? Creative writing classes are limited where I'm from and most of us rely on self-studying. The reason why my writing hasn't improved is because I never took time to improve it. I never studied to know what and what not to do. I rarely read books anymore, let alone take time to observe other writer's writing style.

From this day forward, I will take writing seriously. I had already written half of my novel and without proper guide I might end up rewriting the whole thing. So I will take note the steps I made in completing my novel once I am done and hopefully it would still turn out the way I planned. Who knows? It might get published someday.

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Something to Say

Within my two weeks away from work, I was able to finish writing four chapters of my novel "The Hunger". It was fun and fulfilling, but as I wrote along it made me realize how unsatisfied I was with my writing style. It wasn't just about the plot and the way words flowed, it was my choice of words and how I presented everything that kept bothering me.

My writing style doesn't even meet average. It was like a child wrote it. And with that I am officially bored with everything. Nothing discourages me more than my own incompetence.

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Asian Talent is Cool

Headbands From Leftover Fabrics

I really didn't want to throw away any type of fabric I have, 'coz eventually I'll find a use for them. That's why it was difficult for me to get rid of my old clothes. I know I would be needing them for something but too bad mom got to them first. So anyway, these are made from the leftover fabrics I had from sewing practice.

I tried combining crochet with the second headband.

Hope you like them!!!

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Punk Top Hat Headband

All this free time I have got me working on this... 

I've always wanted to make a headband with a hat. I finally did it but it was very difficult to make. It really tested my patience. But it turned out great and I'm proud of the outcome.

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Breaking

A lot of things can happen once a person gets his heart broken. It's like getting a scar. It's painful at the beginning, but eventually that feeling disappears but you can still see where it used to hurt. It stays with you, like a ghost haunting your memories. You'll never forget heart breaks. It becomes a part of you.

I was in love once, twice and more, and each failure with it was a lesson learned, but at the same time I grow more cautious. It made me believe that love always end up in heartaches no matter how you look at it. It's either love dies or the person dies. Either way you lose a partner and you end up hurt, disappointed, and sometimes miserable.

I don't really see the need to love anymore. It's not that I'm giving up, it's just that I don't see its value anymore. It's a beautiful thing to be in love, but it's evil in disguise, because once it's gone somehow it could end up destroying you. I don't want to go through that. It's stupid.

Hospital + Hotel = Hospitel?

I laughed the first time I heard the word "Hospitel" from my best friend when she visited me at Asian Medical Hospital. Who could blame her? The place made you feel like you're staying in a hotel rather than a hospital. I would actually consider myself on a vacation during my stay there if I wasn't ill.

Playing with the camera due to boredom

Anyway, let me start from the beginning. It was Monday, the first day of my weekly shift at work, and I wasn't really feeling like working 'coz I was so tired from my short weekend off. I told my co-worker that I would be sleeping for an hour just to make up for the lack of sleep and that I would just need to do overtime later, he agreed to tell my boss as soon as he arrives.

Thirty minutes later in the extremely freezing sleeping room, I felt a sudden sharp pain on the side of my stomach. At first I thought it was because I was just cold and that my shivering might have caused the pain. I sat up and that's when the pain sent me curling down. I tried standing up, but the sharp needle-like sensation at the side of my stomach made it difficult for me to stay up, and even walk.

I made my way to the bathroom, thinking it was another bad episode of Urinary Tract Infection, and that maybe urinating might help get rid of it. It didn't, so i immediately thought of heading to the clinic. I was so thankful that I was already on the second floor 'coz I wasn't sure if I could make it there.

The nurse on duty made me take pain killers and I requested to lie down, since I could barely stand up. The same time, my boss was already looking for me. Five minutes later I heard a voice at the door asking for my name, and the nurse informed my boss and co-worker of my condition. My boss told me that after I'm done resting, he would need to see me down the operation area to talk to me. At that time I was still trying to fight the pain, but the only thing that was going through my head is that, I know work is important but in my current condition he seriously expects me to walk out of the clinic without any complications?

Another five minutes and the pain killers wasn't working. I asked the nurse how long it would take before it takes effect. He looked concerned so he suggested that I'd be sent to the hospital. It was already 1:00 AM, there was no way my brother could pick me up. There was also no way for him to take me home in my condition, so I had no choice. The hospital was my only option.

Since it was difficult for me to walk, the nurse told me that he would take me downstairs on a wheelchair. A rational person would think that makes perfect sense but I was all like "say what?". A picture of myself being paraded in that contraption swiftly crossed my mind and I could feel my face burning up with embarrassment, but I had no choice right? I wasn't a rational person, I consider myself immature and a little weird, so my hesitation to the situation was pretty predictable. It was a good thing that the nurse was friendly, I actually asked him if he could also provide a paper bag to put over my head, 'coz rolling on wheelchair at work wasn't exactly a picture of glamour (no offense to those who actually use wheelchairs to get around, I have nothing against you).

Anyway, as if that wasn't bad enough, when we got downstairs there was an ambulance with those big red and blue lights flashing by the entrance and I was like "OMFG!". These people aren't familiar with the word subtle. And to add more to the already humiliating situation they put me on a stretcher! I wasn't shot or stabbed, I had a stomach pain and a stretcher wasn't really necessary, but again...I had no choice.

I pretended that the flashing lights from the ambulance was a group of paparazzi as I was pulled out of the building for everyone to see. I pretended to be like Paris Hilton or Lindsay Lohan being arrested for drug abuse, that seemed more interesting, but for the record I don't like them.

Before we left, the medic examined me and asked me series of questions. It took a good five minutes. My boss accompanied me to the hospital, (so thanks boss!). He was sitting at the front while the medic continued to interview me. At first I thought it was still part of some medical-related stuff but then he asked for my number and I was like "oh..." Unfortunately I was stupid enough to give it to him 'coz I was thinking, "you'll never know when there's an emergency and you need an ambulance." it was a dumb thought, but then again we don't really have emergency numbers like 911 so I thought it was a good idea to be "friends" with someone like that.

So moving on, we arrived at the hospital and they took me to this room that says Urgent Care. It was basically the Emergency Room. I was there for several hours and three doctors attended to me. The first one I wasn't sure what she does, but the second and third was a surgeon and an OB Gynecologist, respectively. Not sure if I got the third one right though.

I was under observation the whole time and they hooked me up on what they call an IV? They did some blood and urine tests. They told me theories of what could be wrong with me, and my boss left shortly after they told us what they're going to do.

Hospital suite window

I was also waiting for a room to be available for me. My insurance only covers the standard room, I think they call it a Premium Suite. I was sort of wondering why they call it that, because regular hospitals near home only has two types of rooms as far as I know, and it's either a public/shared room or a private one. I figured since the place was known for being expensive their services and facilities must have more class.

It took about approximately 16 hours before I got a room, and from the moment I was in Urgent Care they instructed me not to take any food or water, so I felt half-dead before they got me to my "suite". After an hour, my best friend came and she had a look around and she was like "wow, is this a hospital or a hotel?" Then she started checking out the bathroom and the view of the city (which was gorgeous at night). Then she finally said " this is not a hospital, it's a hospitel. A hospital and a hotel". I would have cracked up if I wasn't so weak from food and liquid deprivation.

The closet with the fridge.

After 18 hours of waiting, the doctor, which was the surgeon, came to see me. He did the rebound pain test and it was a little painful when he did that. It felt like my insides were bruised. Anyway, he finally let me eat! And at the time I didn't care how much I took in, I just ate like there's no tomorrow. The hospital food by the way wasn't so bad, but I am still a Filipina and I still prefer Filipino food over steaks and fillets.

The doctor said I had to stop eating after 12 midnight. I thought it was pretty reasonable at first. My other best friend stayed over to watch over me that night (thanks girl!) and when I woke up the nurse came in and my girl left for work. The nurse told me I still couldn't eat but they kept bringing in food so I just stuffed them in the fridge.

I actually stopped eating at 8:00 PM so I was pretty hungry when I woke up. It was tolerable of course, I did have my fair share of fasting way back, but then after lunch I was not feeling too cool about it. By that time it was already 16 hours since my last meal and I was getting a little grouchy. The doctor did another rebound test and the pain was worse this time so he told me I was getting surgery so he could take a peek at my appendix (did I spell that right?). I was scheduled to go to the operating room after an hour or two so I called up my brother to let my mom and my grandma know my situation, but they didn't get there in time.

I was already taken to the waiting room for surgery and it felt kind of weird and cool at the same time. When they were taking me there I was seeing the ceiling the same way a patient would see it in the movies, except for my scenario there was no crying relative telling me to be strong or not to die and just hold on. It made me feel a bit lonely, but that's the story of my life, something I have to put up with every day. Anyway, I was imagining doctors rushing over me speaking medical jargon just to make the whole situation enjoyable. After all, I was gonna get cut up--something I would not include in my fantasies. But the laughs and mindless rants of the nurses who were pushing my bed broke my thoughts. They were goofing off, which basically ruined the atmosphere for me.

It was cold in the waiting room, and without food and water I was feeling really weak. In fact I was having difficulty staying awake. If it wasn't for the constant rambling on the other side of the curtain (I wasn't the only patient there) I would've dozed off. Then of course, there was the problem with the IV. It made me feel the need to urinate every 10 minutes--sometimes shorter. It was a bit hellish having all those feelings mixed up, and what's worse was that I hated using a bedpan. It was weird and gross. It felt worse than a peeing in a  public bathroom.

Anyway, when I got to the operating room everything about the procedure was already explained to me. They strapped stuff on me, hooked me up with oxygen and all that and it was really uncomfortable. They had to unstrap me again though because they needed to numb the bottom half of my body, but I never knew how that happened. They just told me to lie on my side and I suddenly blacked out.

I woke up with someone saying "it's done, clean her up". My tummy felt like it was being rubbed with something cold and my hands were shaking violently. I was saying something to them that I couldn't remember but I basically felt like I was either stoned or really drunk. I woke up in the recovery room after that.

My legs were still numb and they felt like rolled up rug when I touched them. Being half a vegetable is scary. I still couldn't eat so I was pretty weakened by the whole thing. I couldn't breathe even with the oxygen and my cut really hurt. They already injected me with pain killers thrice but the pain was still there. I was starting to think that I was immune to them.

They took me back to my room around 8:00 PM. That time I had fully regained control of my legs. My grandmother and brother was already there but I felt so weak, hungry and pained that I couldn't really pay attention to anything. It took about 36 hours before they let me eat, so imagine how that's like.

The rest of my stay there pretty much involved either pain or more pain so I'm not going to get into detail, I think you get the picture already. But the hospital was great. The nurses there were extremely accommodating and friendly and the room was comforting. If it wasn't for the regular checkups from the nurse you'd actually think you're staying there for vacation. If I get sick again--hopefully not of course--I wouldn't mind being admitted to that hospital, 'coz on my last day before I left, the staff gave me a rose with a get well card. That's what I call good treatment.

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Yellow Butterfly Headband

Made this after the finishing with the Maid-Sama headband...

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Kaichou Maid-Sama Inspired Headband

Inspired by Kaichou Maid-Sama

Top View

I like goth style costumes. Just thought of making this 'coz I thought it was cute.





If you guys are curious on how I made this, don't hesitate to ask. ^_^

Side View

I Got You In My Mind

To simply put it, I am confused about something and I don't like feeling this way.

Digital Cosplay

      So I Googled the word Digital Cosplay just now. I found out it refers to taking artistic photos of cosplayers. Then I was thinking of all the drawing I did on my pictures to make it look like I am wearing a costume. It's digital art, so is it considered digital cosplay?

     I have to admit I'm still new to photo editing and digital drawing. I just hope I can improve fast, because I really want to fill this blog with cool pictures. 

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Trying an Online Photo Editor

JPGfun.com

I was browsing the web for something I could play with, and I decided to look for an online editor. Most of them are pretty much the same. They all have the effects, frames and magazine features.

So I chose a random design from the magazine gallery and voila!


Try it ^_^

Tekken Boy

Anthony Dichosa as Devil Jin

This is another practice of animating some real photos I've taken. As you can see I have no problem with the eyes. What I'm having problems with is the shadow effect. Since I wanted it to have an anime look, I have to study shadow and lighting in anime drawing.

Wish me luck ^_^

Bloody Assassin

Another edit...

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Animated

I've been editing pictures again. This time I'm not using Sims2, but photos of real people. I was my first subject... I need more practice...

First Attempt....

My second attempt sort of scared a few people XD...

My third attempt was an experiment that didn't go as I wanted to... I would need to make it up to the person in the photo. He's a good friend of mine and an absolute Naruto fan.

Anyways... Enjoy!!!

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