Hello World 2I kill time in this limbo by dealing with the last of unfinished business I have with Heights Ateneo (which is this year's Senior's Folio - the last project I have to deal with before, like the Elves of Middle Earth I pass on into the West, having entrusted the organization to a brilliant new EB), make comics scripts (something I started last year. In this area I have a couple of projects to attend to - something for the upcoming con, something bigger for later in the year), and ponder over my future. It's a good thing this limbo isn't empty, or I'd be bored out of my fucking mind. If anyone has any suggestions as to how else to entertain myself though, I would be much grateful.
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Here's to the SongHere('s to the Song)Here's to the Song
And now friends, a toast to all those scraps and slices of time, All those moments we only hold once, and never again. Eternity marches. We possess glimmers of Moments to touch and hear, smell and taste, to Listen to their stories, embrace them, love them before they Are gone.
(Here’s to that song I heard once, a French song, we were in a roadside café where they played songs from a compilation CD. I went to the waitress and asked, what is that song, who sings it, and she couldn’t tell me. When I sit, I think, I’ll maybe borrow the C
by ~grayworld
PlaguePLAGUE written by F to be drawn by IPlague
Page 1 Panel 1 Girl walking. Just her feet. We see her shoes and a bit of her skirt. She's on the sidewalk.
There’s an outstretched hand on the pavement, on the corner of the panel.
Text: “I love you.” Panel 2 She continues walking. We've gone a bit of distance and now we see an arm attached to the outstretched hand. It’s someone who has fallen to the sidewalk.
“I guess I should have told you before.” Panel 3 Girl continues walking.
by ~grayworld
Questions I Meant to AskYou have become the shadow of All those questions I meant to ask. Who had you become? Why did you do it? Why did you do it. I remember your hair and face but it’s your voice I remember most clearly of all. A particular bent To words your tongue lent.Questions I Meant to Ask
And I’ll never hear your voice again. Why did you do it? Stillness answers me. Your stillness that Still feels like you. Last week I was imagining your warmth somewhere, Sometime, maybe, we’d get to sit in a Café or a doorstep, or maybe we’ll run Into each other in line, like we did last
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- Current Residence: At the bottom of a well
- Interests: Writing. Sleeping. Psychology. Graphic Novels.
- Favourite movie: Kill Bill. Ringu. Battle Royale.
- Favourite band or musician: Red Hot Chili Peppers
- Favourite genre of music: not picky.
- Favourite poet or writer: Gaiman. Murakami.
- MP3 player of choice: iPod shuffle
- Wallpaper of choice: Hellsing fanart
- Skin of choice: Red like curdled blood
- Favourite game: Genso Suikoden 2
- Favourite cartoon character: Luca Blight (Genso Suikoden 2), Integral Hellsing (Hellsing), Mazikeen of the Lilim (Lucifer)
- Personal Quote: The dragonflies are sleeping.
- Tools of the Trade: Ballpen. Black. Or red.
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where you are is where I wanna be.
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How you turn my world, you precious thing.
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where you are is where I wanna be.
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How you turn my world, you precious thing.
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How you turn my world, you precious thing.
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