Ticks
I have to pay for my hosting and I don’t have a credit card.
The problem is that I need help from my sisters. Asking $8 is simple, but I know they’re going to ask what for, and what am I supposed to say? These privacy issues are bugging me.
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Bon Voyage
I’ll be in New York City for a couple of weeks to visit Mom and my sister. I have to be with Dad since he takes care of all the immigration shit, the luggage and the uncertainties of airports (we’ll never know what lies ahead in these airports: sometimes they forget your luggage, confuses you too much you missed your flight, among others).
I’ll probably miss the boozefests we have every night since last week, plus the house party tonight (meh, it’s an overstatement–it’s not even a party to begin with), and the summer heat.
This entry was written by , posted on April 23, 2010 at 10:44 am, filed under Announcements, IRLs. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.
Harry Fatter
At Booksale I dive in books. Dive–I mean, jump in the swimming pool. Dive dive. No swimming pool gutter tiles and shit. No chlorinated water or anything. Just the smell of paper, the sight of paper, typefaces, and book covers, the glossy or matte surfaces, and the memories sandwiched between the pages. Then there’s this guy and this girl who shouted HOLY FUCK ROBERT PATTINSON(!!!) which almost made me threw up while I was on my trance–the dive, I mean (or the swim, or the entire process). It kind of made me puke, really, on all the hardbounds and pocket books, as if I have seen the receiving end of the toilet–but I’m too polite to even do that. The two of them went straight to the cashier and bought the magazine they’ve found with the Twilight cast on it. With pride stenciled on their faces.
You know what I did?
You know what a delusional wizard kid does to those vampire fans?
I got out of my weekend dive and ran after them, before they even got out of the bookstore. I grabbed their shoulders to stop them, pivot of my foot to swing me 180 degrees to face them, and muttered at them, secretly, with my wand in my shirt pocket (I’m not allowed to wear a cloak–I’m in the Muggle world), the spell Sectumsempra. The vampire fans bled to death, writhed in pain. As a finishing move, I snapped my wand into two and gave each of them a piece. While dying.
And then I thought, while writing this flash fiction or whatever-you-call-it five minutes ago, that I must be a Harry Potter… fan (but that’s an overstatement!). A friend texted me, upon my madness while reading the last book (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows) last week, that I’m Harry Fatter (no kidding; I felt weird with that text message since I received it out of nowhere), probably another lousy version of the hero. I Imperiused her for a day to trim her nails until it bled, and forced her to eat pickles.
(I’m no good in writing the fun out of things. I should be on the emo side.)
The book gave me a hangover with magic that I fucking dreamt about having magic, with wizarding skills and all! Just for one night, really, but it seemed real that I wouldn’t doubt if I even tried to find the broomstick I used in flying (Accio Firebolt!).
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Happy New Year, guys! I really hope I would be blogging more often this year, and hope my readers are still…. there. I’ll be doing a Project 365, hopefully sponsored by my sister (she should renew my Flickr Pro account), but it’s still tentative as of the moment.
This entry was written by , posted on January 2, 2010 at 9:21 pm, filed under Announcements, Slang and random. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.