I bloody did it. With like, detrimental effects on my life, but those things can go make love to themselves, because this is the ultimate catch-uo.

OVER 50,000 words, done, and because it would appear that I am a wee bit masochistic, I am going to see how much I can write on the 30th.

You know what's the oddest thing? I wrote at a regular pace last year, but I finished this year's earlier.

Tears of blood, man, tears of blood, this is a sense of accomplishment the likes of which are dampened because I'm exhausted

:D

And look! I can write original characters!

45,000 words, and I scare myself sometimes :D

Though while I recognise that there is no plot to this thing, I have to admit to liking the story itself:

The first thing that comes into Aquila’s mind is to offer her something to eat, but they’d long since licked the bones of the roast chicken and connected their lips to the bottom of the containers (pesky pasta pieces having been consumed out of the way).



God, I love writing about food *is a recurring theme >_> previous nano made me feel hungrier than was called for too*

Life imitates art?

Hope so. 40,250 words, though today's was a bit of a struggle (almost 10,000 words to go yet there is no resolution in sight)

Fight, merry boys and girls!

35,000 words, my original characters are hopelessly out of character, but by God I love my little boys and girls

29,000 words. If I carry on like this, I might actually make it :D

Also. Damn, Japanese classes aren't going to well *dies in a steady, stately manner*

: D

it's the 24th, and my word count is at 23,000.

This is going to be a long week.

Also. Other people. Other people. Why, why must you torment me so when we're doing group projects? I've never done anything horrible to you, so why o why can't we like, be civil? Hmmm?

Is it because I'm out-numbered? Not hot man, way not hot.

*is behind on every single thing she's working on, DAMN*

?

Livejournal is being odd again. I wonder if it's because of the cold that's been going around lately. 'm feeling feverish myself, poor pet.

:DDDDDDD

Basically, I was on Skype with Wagamama, but there was something wrong with her mic so I couldn't hear her, but she could here me.

The result?

IM conversations like this make the world go round:

D:

Most frikkin' concise anonymous review ever:

...I hate you and the ending. 
 
Terrible

VERY MATURE. Yes, let's not explain why the ending was bad. Let's instead just leave loathing drivel like this and screw with a perfectly good day. God damn, man, the story was almost 100K long, if it sucked you should've just stopped instead of being an idiot.

Grrrr.... I've had criticism before, but I've never had someone say I hate you over something so minor. Frikkin' guess what Zion, go and stay in your damn, dank little cave until you understand that if you had a thought in your head, you wouldn't be dropping words like hate so casually.

I hope you get stepped on by a giant porcupine D:<

(note: this is quite possibly my first proper flame, thus the flambouyant response of the Iwanttosmackabitch variety)

D:<

:D

'm legal now, frick yeah

Isn't it awesome how the slightest things you formerly had zero interest for can distract you from an unpleasant task (aka studying)?

'cos the way I'm carrying on, I'm so gonna fail at life (and University)

:DDDDDDD (i think I'm crying inside)

Damn it, I'm not a stupid student, I know I'm not, but sitting in front of a textbook is so ridiculously petrifying I'm typing this instead of doing what I ought to be doing.

I piss myself off so bad sometimes

XD

Nano as in NaNoWriMo ryn~
Last year's entry was the ultra long Rufus fic, this year I'll be aiming for a proper piece of original fanfiction.

Could you do one of the whole crazy balancing part? And lol, I'm just going a little bit emo XD I'm too childish to properly go over to the Dark Side. And I'm not very active for KKM anymore but I think there're still some good ideas left in me for a present~

Also, I will lub you long tiem if the line in the middle is somehow erased. For serious.

... I am very amused at the thought of having a black LJ. *emo!fangs pop up*

*slaps hand over mouth*

You saw nothing!

I'm getting better at contact with other humans :D

It's a proud day for dear lil' ol' Yu, though this tendency to want to shove lab partners out of the way and do everything by myself CANNOT point towards a future of effective team-work.

Sod that, if I'm using a microscope I don't want to share D:

Chronicles of my trips and time spent here. Start from the start, and we'll get to the bottom <3 First, there was Nothing. Then I woke up and was in London. Bad punctuation ought to be forgiven, because all were written on my cell as we were wandering.

( Day one: The first of many to come )

In which lashing out with a fist will not help combat dust bunnies, no matter how furious (the mouth is mightier than the pen).

Hey, guess what?

I've traveled halfway across the globe to study, so now I'm in gloomy Manchester contemplating the meaning of life. Either the meaning of life or m school schedule, really ;D seriously, i'm the least independent person I know (because I know me, and the me that I know probably isn't as well-known as the me that I want people to know... sort of thing).

Yeah, that's been the only thing I could come up with, and it's been two days D: Will try to be smart again in a few moments <3

Oooh, also I'm taking my driving exam next Wednesday, so I've written about my favourite blond suffering through similar tribulations! It's all a little bit mad, but then again, the first time you learn how to drive, everything is a little bit mad >_>

Here's a picture of the place I go to for the mandatory --hours of practice driving. It's in a really sleepy part of Selangor, and I cannot do the place justice as to how laid back it is XD



And on to the work in progress:

( Rainbow Sunshine Honeycake and her Incidences )

Mugen's too empty by half, so cue the considerable out-pouring of vehement noise <3

This is a little sumthin' sumthin' I wrote involving me and some of my college mates (because one of them really did threaten like a gangsta', and if you sound like a gangsta' when you're a diminutive Chinese girl, you deserve to have a story about it) and is full of Manglish (Equal parts mangled, Malaysian English) for which I offer translations. There's a parallel story running with this, the one about the mysterious Lily, and that'll be up when I get around to writing it.

Feel free to browse through for some Malaysian flavour, though feel free not to too, whatever floats your boat ;) I'm just feeling talkative today, oh yes.

( Tum de-tum tum )

"Let us depart and see the world!"

Kaori looked up from her newspaper, and frowned politely at Kiku.

"Dear," she said, making a mental note that there would be a sale on vegetables at Tooru's store later today. "Dear, you're allergic to foreign food. And foreign weather. And foreign people"

Kiku scowled equally politely, and took a swig of tea.

"I'm not even eighty yet, dear, my father, he was still walking all around South America when he was eighty-two! We should see the world!"

His wife sighed and neatly folded her newspaper. This, possibly like his intention to climb Fuji-san backwards, would not die an early death.
Conquer! Fuji-san had gone down fighting, not giving up until Kiku had tripped over his walking stick and pitched onto his back, sliding down and smashing all the biscuits in his backpack.

At least they had money to deal with his bizarre bouts of decisions, and despite Kiku's abnormal flights of fancy, Kaori did love him very much.

"Where did you have in mind, dear?"

"Togo!"

God preserve us all.

***
"Do you have the camera, dear?"

"Yes!"

"And the sunscreen, dear?"

"Yes!"

"And your hat, dear?"

"Yes!"

"And your passport, dear?"

"Ye-!... Oh, wait, sorry Kao-chan, I put it on the drawer and forgot to pick it up, won't be a moment!"

Kiku scurried out of the room, and Kaori rubbed her shoulders. She wasn't a spring chicken anymore, and walking around central Italy with her fanny pack would require all the Salonpas patches she could get her hands on. And looking after an excited Kiku would shorten her lifespan, she could just tell.

Which, when all was said and done, wasn't a bad thing. Women on avergae lived longer than men, and after being Kiku's Kao-chan for nearly fifty years, it was a nice thought that she wouldn't be just Kao-chan for very long.

She smiled, and rushed off to pack extra handkerchiefs. Kiku could get wind-chilled just from sweating and walking briskly.

The dark-haired girl dropped to her knees, dress hem hiked half up her thighs. Violent curly hair was roughly shoved behind an ear, and a frown marred her forehead.

She laid a hand on the blonde girl's shoulder, and shook. The blonde remained unconscious, slumped on the floor. Her frown grew deeper.

"Is anybody here a physician?!" shouted the serious darker girl, now cradling the blonde head.

An elderly gentleman near the back row shot up, cheeks flushed with good cheer.

"I'm a physicist!"

The room, previously a-twitter when Elyse had fallen off the runway in a dead faint, quietened as all eyes turned to the over-excited man.

Yu rubbed her temples, and patted Elyse's cheek again. She looked at the man kindly, but her frown was still frightening.

"Sir" she called out, rocking back a little on her heels to get comfortable. "Sir, unless explaining the General Theory of Relativity is a tried and tested method of healing, I suggest you put the wonders of electromagnetism to good use and use your cell phone to call an ambulance. I am sure your parents are very proud of your achievements, sir, but are there any doctors who may be of some actual help?"

Realising that she had probably demolished the man's ego, Yu sighed and moved away when a bespectacled mousy-haired woman kindly shoved her to the side and began doing doctor-y things to a prone Elyse.

"Though thank you very much offering your services!"

It was a good thing that the audience were kind; they applauded when the blushing man took his seat, and cheered even louder when the paramedics arrived.

The newspaper article even printed a photo of the physicist and the physician rushing after the paramedics.

Elyse was fine, just dehydrated. Both the physicist and the physician had a wonderful story to tell and a pretty picture to show to any and all.

In the end, the victim was Yu, who was hospitalised (and remained so for longer than Elyse) for hypertension due to all the stress of the night. Suffice it to say, she had many visitors. One of whom did try explaining the General Theory of Relativity in the vague hopes that she would get better.

***

XD Oooh, self-inclusive fic, how tacky. I just had this image of an old guy mishearing the word physician for physicist. Neither very likely nor very funny, but I'm being as open and weird as I like, so much love <3