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I strongly suspect that this post is going to be as chaotic as my mind...

I've fallen in love with another Japanese band. Aqua Timez. Love, love, LOVE their songs. Shame I haven't been able to find a store that has their CDs... maybe I should use Amazon next time.

My biorhythm chart tells me that I'll be feeling blue until next week. It's a damn shame, really. I want to be happy on my birthday... But screw that.

Fanfics! Ahh, fanfiction... There are some insanely good ones, but there are also some that exist on the other side of the scale. Good fanfiction can make readers doubt which things are canon. I've come across fanfiction stories written sooo well that for a moment I wasn't sure what actually happened (and didn't happen) in the original storyline.

But of course, only a select few have the ability to write such convincing stories. The other writers... they try. They genuinely try. Some of them manage to spew out somewhat forgivable finished products. Others... fail. Spectacularly.

You might be failing spectacularly as a fanfic writer if:

• Your story has more grammatical/spelling errors than words.
• You have chosen a format which makes your story unreadable. Toggle case should not be used... EVER. And please, for the love of everything that is sacred in Geekdom, use paragraphs! Nothing scares readers away faster than seeing a HUMONGOUS, undivided block of text.
  
• Your plotline is shite. This specifically refers to the overused 'character falls in love with OC/other character and they confess their feelings in the most OOC way possible.' Speaking of which...
• The characters are out of character. I admit, sometimes people may do OOC things in the name of love or competition, and sometimes that makes for a good plot device. But keep it real, people! This is believable: the shy character dances/sings in public to win someone's heart. This is NOT believable: the tight-lipped, stoic character spews out paragraph after paragraph of cheesy, romantic confessions. Hiei will never recite Shakespeare, and House will never make love to Cameron on a bed of roses. (Or maybe he will...)
• Your OC (own character) is a Mary Sue (or Gary Stu, if you're male). OCs are fine. But when I read stories with Mary Sues... the typical ones who have unbelievable skills/powers, who dominate the entire storyline, who push the actual characters out of the picture... I only have seven words for the author: I will stab you in the face! Satire/parody fics are exempt from this rule. Maybe this is the root of my hatred for all things Disney...
• Your story contains impossible crossovers. CharmedxHP I can accept, but HPxNaruto makes me want to slap you.
• You interrupt the story with author's notes (A/N). Use footnotes.
  
• You end chapters with faux dialogue between you and the characters. Really, using them to ask for reviews is just sad.
• Your story has over 40 chapters. I came across a fanfic with --I kid you not-- 95 chapters. Even the LoTR books never went over 30 chapters! (Combined is a different story. But Fellowship had 22 chappies, Two Towers had 24, and Return of The King had 20) And no, I did not read the fanfic.

And I've ran out of criticisms. Rest now, shitty fanfic writers, but I'll be back with more later.

Having said that...

I recently found the only copy of my first ever proper fanfic. The old feelings of pride resurfaced... until I read the thing again. Imagine my horror when I realized that the story --*my story* that I had once been so proud of-- had OOC characters, an incredibly shite and implausible plotline, and a Mary Sue. I felt the urge to destroy the pages, to destroy the evidence that I had penned something so bad, but I ultimately decided against it. I'm keeping it instead... as a reminder of how I should NOT write my future stories.

I do still write crappy fanfiction from time to time. But you know the difference between me and the other shitty writers?

I don't publish my work.

Writing is a socially acceptable form of paranoia.
- E.L. Doctorow

Bestfriend's Just Been Upgraded

[Mini note: This should've been uploaded ages ago. Please excuse the delay caused by crappy internet connections and the authoress' worsening memory gap.]

I don't really believe in the concept of soulmates. It's romantic, sure... souls linked to each other. A bond so strong not even time or fate or death can tear them apart... but nevertheless, I have trouble believing in it. Having said that...

I believe I've found my soulmate. I've known her all her life. Both of us have basically stopped growing and have remained petite. We like the same food. We hate the same people. We enjoy the same things. We understand each other without having to say a single word.

And... this is quite spooky; our teeth are crooked in the same way.

I love her with all of my cold, black heart, and she loves me with all of her pure, white heart.

And her name... is Poochie.

Behold, my soulmate.

Our soulmate is the one who makes life come to life.
- Richard Bach

Like Tea, Apparently

How does one blog about breaking someone's heart? Is there really a proper way to do it?

You can't possibly feel comfortable about rejecting someone when you've felt the pain of rejection yourself. But you also can't let yourself be swayed by others' emotions... you can't enter a relationship merely out of sympathy...

Matters of the heart are always messy. How can it not be? You're ripping out your heart and handing it over to another person.

Love is just like a cup of tea;
when properly mixed, it has a wonderful aroma.
If it is too strong, it will be too bitter to drink.
- Jing Si

One Republic Lied

Hello, dearest blog. It's been a while. I'm sorry if you feel that I've been neglecting you... rest assured I haven't. It's just that... with everything that's been going on, I just haven't found the time to update you.

But don't worry. That changes now.

My last post was on June 16th. Quite a lot has happened since then...

I uttered my infamous* quote; "He's an idiot, I'm an even bigger idiot. I am now tired of the whole situation, but it still doesn't change how I feel."
(*By 'infamous', I mean only 2 people know about it.)

I flew to London, where I saw and heard dozens of Japanese tourists (SUGOI~ ne?).

Then after 12+ hours in a tin can in the sky, I arrived in HongKong. A heatwave slapped me in the face when I stepped off the plane. And then I saw some unbelievably lazy creatures (aka Pandas).

Three days later I flew back to me homeland, where I thought I'd be slapped in the face by an even bigger heatwave. But instead I was greeted by a thunderstorm, which robbed our plane of its ability to land (for about 2 hours).

I saw my doggie again! Crappy guard dog, she is, but I love her to pieces.

I bought Sandman #2! Fantastic stuff!

I have been avoiding ghosts and demons. I know I've said that I stopped fighting my inner demons and that we're on the same side now. But feck it, more demons keep popping up.

Oh, and awesome food. Fantastic food.

Pictures shall be posted when I'm no longer melting... probably.

That's it for now! Ciao~

Certain people will always be bored.
- Albert Einstein