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And that's not even counting all the J2 fic that [livejournal.com profile] coffeebased is pushing on me with her relentless well-intentioned insistence. (Not that I've been resisting.  Oh no, that's not the proper way to deal with temptation, no sirree.)

My sister is agonizing over which beach resort to take the family to a day trip in (close to Manila, and accessible by land vehicles only, please). So why am I being asked to scout for places when (a) I don't go to beach places very often, (b) I don't know that many beach places, and (c) I have difficulty finding my way out of a paper bag, even with directions?

[livejournal.com profile] chilibreath is on a vacation, which I figure is not as stellar as she may have hoped for.  Here's hoping that it either gets better or she gets something in recompense. 

I would so love to see Hope's okaasa sometime soon przkthnx.  That's not really going to happen since she's crazybusy, but hey, I can send it to Santa, right?

My work is not stunning me with its awesomeness right now.  I demand that I get a full month to set everything to rights, but I'm afraid I'll sooner see black cranes and white crows than that.  The only thing I have to look forward to is two more months of training.  Here's me the perpetual trainee.  I never realized my job would entail so much training that I would barely get the time to do the job I'm training for.

And isn't it a good thing to always finish what you start?  So why am I being made to feel an absolute heel for cautioning against beginning something that won't ever, until hell freezes over, be finished, when all involved parties are perfectly aware that said undertaking has no hope of actually getting finished?

My mother just adopted another mutt.  As in one more addition to the menagerie of two that do not have the sense goddess gave a goat on its off day.  The psychology major in me says that all the young of mammals have certain characteristics that lend cuteness to their possessors, and thus ensure no lack of adults to want to take care of them, but I'm not sure how much ice cuteness cuts when the puppy starts howling in unison with the other two dogs at 2 AM.  With any luck, it won't be on a weekend so I don't have to hear them.

Aren't all teases supposed to be female?

Is it bad to want a little normal?

hakkai_sensei: (Inui Illogical)

At seven this evening I decided to leave the office so I could go home and get changed. (I arrived at work around ten... the previous evening. But that's another story.) It took me nearly an hour to get a cab because every joe out there, plus seventy of their kith and kin, has designated tonight a shopping night in celebration of the Labor Day weekend. And apparently, I'm the only one who didn't see the memo.
Tonight I concede that seven in the evening is way too early to be walking Makati Avenue. The street is one long parading ground for drunk or stoned ex-pats, thugs, pimps, prostitutes, or worse. You really get the feeling that you don't belong there. Sad to say, no air of danger unnerved me, but the sense of being an alien, of other-ness, did.
But then again, maybe that's just my paranoia talking. Not all thugs look thuggish, and it's not like prostitution's a communicable disease or a communicable anything. I might just need to get out more, see the seamier side of life. You tell me.
And anyhow, I did find a conscientious, elderly cab driver who had hung around outside a bank because, he told me, he was headed the same way I was but thought it was a waste of gasoline to drive there by himself.
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I was invited to go join [livejournal.com profile] coffeebased  and her cousins at the SMX for the Shizen Orchestra con last Saturday.  Since we're nearing the end of the month, there are about twenty million things that need doing at the office.  On the one hand, you have work, my pride and the source of my livelihood, and on the other you have Hope and Lian and Ina ( including, I discovered later, the charming Nadine and their pretty and refined Tita Cathy;  I also got to see [livejournal.com profile] limextreme  and JM, and I also met JM's Ron for the first time), plus a few LJ people.     Being the mistress of prioritizing that I am, I of course stayed at work for the usual twelve hours before taking myself off to the MoA area.  (The work didn't get finished - sometimes I think it never will - but I can kill myself getting it done later this week.)

On the cosplayers who were there:  Hard Gay had nice legs, and Hard Geisha was too disturbing for words.  We had some great characters show up, but not many that I recognized. Sailor V was there, and a guy who wore an Urahara hat. (where, o where shall I find a Kaidoh-bandanna? *insert wailing here*)  There was someone else wearing a Seigaku jacket, but like me, I don't think he'd meant to cosplay anybody. And no, Ina, Lian, and Nadine were not cosplaying for some obscure fandom.  Especially Nadine.  Should anyone inquire.

One reason I have found to appreciate the cons: DVDs.  Painless way to snag good copies of series you wanna watch.  I kinda suck at it now, since I do want to watch but dunno where to start, and I'm too busy to work the downloading into my schedule.  But I figure the Avatar, Bleach, and Gravitation should help - I haven't seen Gravitation in eons, it feels like.  I have the official Gravitation release which had subtitling made of equal parts Chinese and abomination.  Very pretty container, but only helpful should I finally learn me some decent Japanese.

As far as the merchandise went, it wasn't too bad.  Aside from the DVDs, there were neat things too.  Mostly to do with hats and hat accessories, and teeny-tiny things for the discerning fangirl.  I got a pair of bear earmuffs, and a pin which says "Anime: Drugs would be cheaper."  Incidentally, Hope got me a pin with the Hitsugaya's picture, the one on my icon, that says "Shotacon: The reason he's the most popular character in Bleach," which killed me to no end.  Next con I shall be getting myself a hat.  And definitely more DVDs, as soon as I figure out which ones I want to melt my brain over.

But what takes the cake was the maid and butler cafe.  And there hadn't even been any cake.  Nikki-chan was the awesomest maid (*pats Nikki-chan's head*) and Gyo-chan rocked!! ^____^  They were such fun, and the 45 minutes spent there were the absolute best.  I have absolutely no idea how maid/butler cafes are supposed to work, but the service there was excellent, and I would totally understand why they're such a big deal if what we saw was at least a fair imitation.  What I adored about the whole thing was how there was so much care and thought involved, and how beautifully it turned out because you know that these people you're talking to are fellow enthusiasts, amateurs in the original sense of the word.  By the way, did you know that the word amateur originally came from French and Latin words meaning lover and  to love, respectively?  Inui is leaving the building now, kthnxbye.

When the crowds became too much for us (and the trauma of repeatedly losing her cousins in the crowd became too much for Hope), we went out and sat down outside the doors.  I took this as a fortuitous time to write a letter to Hope's okaasa.  Unfortunately, I belatedly recognize that all the brow-furrowing and staring off into the distance that I did, thinking of things to tell her, made me look like some sad emo person.   ( I had approximately two hours left at this time before Des was scheduled to pick up the lot and shuttle them to a padasal, which is, for Foreigners, non-Catholics, and you Young'Uns, a period of nine days when the family of a recently deceased person come together every day to pray for the soul of their loved one.)  But I really hadn't seen Des in literally, forever, and I miss her like you wouldn't believe.  Which is why I looked like some depressed zombie when [livejournal.com profile] moehoshi and her sis turned up for the con.  I'm SORRY, Moe-chan!  My brain was pretty much fried at the time, having been awake for eighteen hours on little food and lots of worry.  I hope that seeing DenKen made up for my spazzzzzzzz.  *hugs you*  I couldn't even introduce you to everyone because at that point I had trouble remembering my own name, never mind half of theirs.

When I was starting to think that a photo of my letter to Des should be pasted beside the word 'illegible' in the dictionary, we went looking for the Starbucks where Hope's mom would be picking us up.  At last, a blessed table and a frappe!  I went back to writing with gusto, and the kiddies were like, Hakkai, what're you doing? to which I replied that I was writing a letter to their aunt.  I got a second goggling-over, and I had to explain that I was friends with their auntie before I was friends with their cousin, to which they said, "But how old is Tita (Des)?" and "She's old, isn't she?"

Oh, child-RRAAAAN.  *sobs quietly in a corner* 

It will probably take a decade, on the inside, for them to realize that their aunt is a severely cool person to hang with.

Anyhoo, the day ended with me getting to see Des for like five minutes.  Am now officially back to missing her.  And [livejournal.com profile] limextreme is made of equal parts of coolness and style, because he stayed with me until I found a cab to take me home (never mind that I'm older and putatively have my shite together).

On a side note:  My boss just sent me a message about courage.  It actually made me a bit... apprehensive about going to work.  Was it her way of telling me that there's something I need courage for when I go back to work tonight?  LOL.

Ii data.

Apr. 21st, 2009 08:43 am
hakkai_sensei: (Inui Glasses Sexy)
(In which Hakkai watches some more BL anime, enjoys the rain outside her window, and learns how to figure out her phone bill, among other things)
Minna-san! This is me trying to post from my phone. Kira-kira confetti to mini Opera which makes this possible!
So, okay, earlier this afternoon I called up customer service to get the lowdown on how exactly it is they charge me for my phone use. I have discovered that a) it is always important to read the fine print, only sometimes it's not available anywhere so you have to call people up, and b) I have lots of service resources that I am paying for but not using. (Gods, I can almost see Inui peeking at my data over my shoulder.) But this is only my second invoice anyway, and the first complete bill. Right now I am preoccupied with thinking how much additional browsing time and text messaging that translates to and how excellent that is for someone who doesn't get to go online as often as she would like. You'll just have to forgive me for the formatting, minna.
Junjou Romantica is a (compound) word that means eye candy and flail and rabu-rabu. I do feel a little shortchanged though, since I would like some more Egoist and Terrorist action. But it did say Romantica, not either of the two above, so it looks like if I wants more Hiro/Nowaki and Miyagi/Shinobu I will have to do some manga reading.
And Prince of Tennis! I know, I know, I'm made of several kinds of lame for not having finished the series before this weekend, but honestly, a lot of people have been into it way longer than I have, and while it's great that I can rush headlong into it without the serialized agony that comes with being up-to-date, I also want to savor it. Time will tell if I came upon PoT during its twilit moments, but no matter how seriously behind I am on much of the canon and fandom stuff, I'll take it as slow as my pitiful excuse for an EQ will allow me and relish the experience. Maybe in a month's time I'll graduate to DramaPuri. Maybe. For now I'll wrap my arms around InuKai love and bury myself in it like the especially-WAFFy blanket that it is.
For those of you who have been requesting some rain as a respite from the unrelenting heat of days past, isn't it phenomenal that you'd get your wish two days in a row? I don't have clear windows so I can't watch it, but I do love listening to the rain pattering outside, and it's almost as cool as if it were January. It's like an Indian summer, only in reverse.
Ok, Hakkai is starting to lose her words so I think this would be a good place to stop. I'm going to keep exploring this totally portable way to keep in touch with the digital world, and hopefully it'll be made of as much brilliant, awesome, and indestructible win as I'm hoping. Oyasumi nasai!
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I love the night.  I love the how the night is one big hush - the nearly-empty streets, the sleepy look of a town that has put its children to bed and is only known by a few old-timers, and the cloak of quiet whose presence cannot be forgotten even in the midst of boisterous moments.  The moon waxes, is full, and wanes.  If I could I would sit on the ground, hands cupping my chin, and I would stare until the lightening sky claims it from my view.  The night and the moon have more secrets than I can count and I am glad they are mine to mull over and to wonder at.

In the mornings, I work and I work, even when I am supposed to be on my way home.  As I walk in the daylight I feel the warmth and the heat and I smolder until I can almost not remember what it is like to be cold.  Every inch of me is in the light and the phrase "generative power of the sun" is no longer just a picturesque turn of phrase but an apt description from someone who understands how it is to stand beneath the sun and to feel yourself grow and think that in this light there is no sleeping and you are going upward and outward and even when you fall into your dreams the sun does not let go its hold and it owns your slumbering fantasies as well as each waking moment. 

I hate the light and the warmth, but I drink it in anyway. 

I am always going to be very much a daughter of the night.  But in the summer, the sun god is king.
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So I was just reading over my last entry and I thought to myself, who is this drama queen, this emo person, who stepped in and wrote a post on my blog while I was looking the other way?  We should find them and march them out to be shot in Luneta because, seriously.

I used to be fun, you know.  I had fun in my back pocket and it was just there ready to be summoned at a snap of my fingers.  Apparently I lost it sometime between now and that time I started toying with that fic that went up to the concept of AU and gave it a slap upside the head (Or was it the other way around?  In the interest of truth and ii data  I hesitate to definitively say which one was toying with the other.  Break out the Tarot deck, please.) 

Oh, for some crack.  My kingdom for some crack!  I'll throw in a pair of black knee socks (never used), a 1 1/2 inch-keychain of chibi!Kaidoh Kaoru, and a word that means holiday pay and the-woman-is-a-mad-taskmaster-hear-her-roar, all at the same time.

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Last month, I was drowning in work, and still more than a bit unwell.  There really was no time to convalesce properly since there was more work than our entire department (all six of us ^___^) could shake a stick at.  Obviously, as my breaks consisted of drinking medicine and nose-blowing, I had even less time for the small pleasures of life, such as blogging, or chatting to friends. Or fanfic. *sniff* 

Then a couple of Saturdays ago I got an invite to an anime convention from [livejournal.com profile] sixthwinemaiden , which I promptly accepted, my runny nose and rubbery limbs be damned.  We got to see[info]moehoshi and her lovely sister, plus [personal profile] hvid_noire, unseen also since the TriNoMa infestation.  In between the fangirling, PoT merchandise, and lousy meals -with slightly better cupcakes- served by bishounen and bishoujo in a maid and butler cafe (with a squee-worthy picture to commemorate it), I rekindled my love for Bleach and PoTand Junjou Romantica.  Needless to say, I was in heaven.  Donna was sort of turning into a dull girl, which is never a good idea.  Right now, I am in the process of hunting up my favorite fanfics and stuffing them into my phone (A 4 gigabyte memory card and I'm filling it up with books and fan fiction; my other cellphone is functioning as a shiny black music player.  Go figure.)  All the wonderful fanfic writers of the earth, I heart you!  The Fanfic Friendship Ring of Win, are you hearing this?  Thanks for helping me keep my (in)sanity.

One at a time, I tell myself.  Slow and steady and all that.  Anyone who wants to rec good PoT or Bleach fiction is welcome to comment.  My memory card is only three-tenths full, and I can delete The Silmarillion audiobook from it to bring that down to 3/20, because I am entirely the wrong person to be listening to audiobooks since I'd rather read.  I catalogue the fic using the title and the author's online handle, so I can always give credit where it's due.



You know who you are, those who are always in my thoughts.  I feel sad that it's just sooo hard to keep everything(/one) precious as close to me as I would like.  I hope you understand that work is currently bringing to bear some pressure on me equal to 3.14 million PSI, and that otherwise I would be in your proverbial pockets all the time.  I think that I am going to be at loose ends this weekend, which is something very new, almost alien to me.  I wish I could make clones of myself and send you all one to give you all the rabu-rabu that I haven't had the chance to give you in, like, forever.

I guess times like these you find out who your friends are, because they're the ones who'll forgive you for dropping off the radar, and fill you in on what you missed while you were gone.


But hey, I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea.  I absolutely love my job, and I don't mind the investment in time that I have to make to it (at least, no more than occasionally).  I think it's definitely the right place for me.  It just means that I have to make a conscious effort to stay in touch and let people know how important they are to me.


Sometimes the kira-kira rabu-rabu stuff just doesn't work out, itoshii.  But you'll always have your friends.


To [livejournal.com profile] chilibreath :

You honestly would've rocked New Zealand, but we would have missed you too much.  Not to mention the 'rents.  Oh, parental units, how deftly you get in the way of our lives!  But we have to forgive you anyway, since you love us so much.


Feb. 10th, 2009 09:50 am
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To-day, because a person is like a tree, which dies first on top, to-day, I am going to start reading a new book.  Not a book I have read as a child, not a book that was required reading for a Lit class, and not a book that I've dog-eared to shreds rereading.  A real, honest-to-goodness, heretofore unread book.

To-day, because I am after all mortal like the rest, I will sleep a full eight hours.  I must somehow scrape up enough EQ to put down whatever I'm doing and sleep.

To-day, because it simply won't do to set a bad example, I will be on time for work.  I was late for two minutes yesterday, and as far as I'm concerned, that's plenty late for the entire year.

Can't really say I lack ambition now, can you?

ETA:  Started reading a collection of short stories by Guy de Maupassant.  Was (a few minutes) early to work.  I went to sleep nearly on time, got to sleep more than eight hours (by cutting into my preparation time), but did not feel quite so rested because I kept having these very energetic (and enervating) dreams.
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I'm not really hungover.  More like tired.  Tired of not getting enough sleep because the curtains in my room are made of spiderwebs and politician's promises.  I'm turning into a politician myself because I'm doing things over which a million things are more preferable.  Like seeing friends and love-in-megane.  Or ficcating/fangirling.

But it pays the bills.  And the effort expended is part of the plan and the vision. So I say slog on.

Anybody got a wish list?  As they say, somebody's trash may be someone else's gem.
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Hello hello f-list.  I've been very busy the past couple of days living life and engaging in personal projects, but I would like to take a time-out to greet one very special person.

Joyeux Anniversaire, [livejournal.com profile] delwynmarch !!!

She and I met because Bleach rocks and her fanfic only adds to the awesomeness of it all.  She writes thought-provoking Yumichika/Ikkaku (and not only because she doesn't ship them as a romantic pair...yet), and her portrayal of the 11th Division is, in a word, sidesplitting.  She's a wonderful person to while away the hours with online, and I've had more fun y!mming with her than I can say.  She's also half of a sweet couple and deserves half the credit for a well-loved little boy, who claims Kris as one of his two first names.

Hon, I know this is not the best time to remember and celebrate, but that's the best reason I know for making sure that this one counts.  Whatever else happens, life is still good, baby, and you're worth it.
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Banner courtesy of <lj user="alice_and_lain">

(Thank you to [livejournal.com profile] alice_and_lain  for the awesome banner and to [livejournal.com profile] prillalar  for naming the society.  I suck at layouts so I don't know how to put up the acknowledgements right below the banner.)

Break out the champagne (or flask of Inui Juice for the less-discerning or those possessed of a cast-iron stomach) for my OTP, Inui Sadaharu and Kaidoh Kaoru!  I haven't been fangirling over them that long (just this year, if you can believe it), but I truly, truly adore them.  I'm too chicken to have written anything for them, but I love how some talented writers have made their pairing one of 3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197169399375105820974944592307816406286208998628034825342117 kinds of OTL.  Off the top of my head I can name [livejournal.com profile] prillalar[livejournal.com profile] disutansu,  and [livejournal.com profile] kishmet , but there are lots of other writers out there who I would like to thank for providing me with my InuKai fix.  Loves to all of you!

(And this is a banner from one of my other InuKai pimps, my love [livejournal.com profile] sixthwinemaiden who is also known as sixthwinemasa when she is sleep-deprived.)

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I'm at my PC, reading Diane Duane.  I have my headphones on and I'm listening to Matchbox 20's take on Time After Time.

Life is so beautiful.  And mine is complete.

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[Error: unknown template qotd]I like wishing on dandelion fluff.  I have yet to see a dandelion clock aside from those in pictures, but I really would like to see one just to look at, aside from the irresistible wish factor.
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I have not been reading anything except Sookie Stackhouse.  Ficcating, LJ reading or (mini)NaNoWriMo-ing does not count since I consider those moral obligations to everybody I love.  I can't live without knowing the latest info from [livejournal.com profile] lafuego , [livejournal.com profile] coffeebased , [livejournal.com profile] delwynmarch  and co.

Now back to Sookie.

Sookie Stackhouse, for those not in the know, is one tough chick.  Summarized as quickly as possible, she is a telepathic barmaid hailing from Bon Temps, northern Louisiana.  The book series she's in is called the Southern Vampire series, of which she is the  main character, though she is not a vampire... at least, not as far as three-quarters of the way into Book 6 out of eight.  She just happens to hang out with a lot of vampires and other supernatural creatures, both of the human and non-human variety.

I have her on ebook.  Why I am straining my eyesight and using up precious electricity instead of just lying in bed reading Twilight/New Moon (which would admittedly be loads more comfortable) is because she's my kind of heroine.  She strikes a chord in every woman who has had to suck it up and do whatever needs to be done, every girl who's been the odd one out, and each woman who's had to lose sleep over lovers past and present.  She has normal worries like I-hope-to-God-I-never-need-insurance, and oh-my-stars-everyone-thinks-I'm-a-freak.  She's had to make her own way, and sometimes that gets to be too much, but there's still enough perspective to be thankful for what's there.  She's the poster girl for all women who would so like to be really bad, but can't because their (grand)mamas taught them better, and those who have bad days and know they'll have to live with it like everyone else.

Sookie Stackhouse, will you marry me?

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That's me in Seigaku Blue 

Yep, boys and girls. As promised, this is me in Seigaku blue.  I had to host a Halloween party and since everybody had to be in costume,  I wore one too.  Dang hot, I tell you.  It was outdoors, and October weather is NOT cool, whatever it is they say.  I mentioned my interest at work yesterday and Susan, one of our managers suggested that if I wore this outfit to work one Friday, the company would donate money to my favorite charity.

So insane.

hakkai_sensei: (Kaidoh_Pillar)
Ye Internet gods and goddesses must be thanked.  I now has internet back up.  And without sacrificing any chickens too!

I am also running rather late for the TriNoma infestation.  More later. 

F-list, I missed you all!  We can now has blogging and convos once more.  :-)  I'll catch you up on my crazy life if you catch me up on yours. Onegaishimasu!

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Oh, flist, the amount of posting carnage you are capable of when my back is turned is prodigious.

I am agog.

To bring everyone up to speed (those who care, anyway), I am at work, in this area where they give us PCs to surf with (so we don't do it in the training rooms). I am here because my friends and I are waiting to find out what happens to us at work next. We have just finished training and the exams, so I'm hoping for good news. I cannot surf the net at home because although our telephone now works, the same cannot be said for our DSL. *mewls despondently* I am somewhat confident, though, that the state of matters will change soon.

I now has a lovelife. Perhaps will say more about it later. [info]delwynmarch turned out to be very very good at predicting when these things will pop up: when you don't want them to.

What with work, the internet (or lack thereof), and my lovelife, I no longer have any idea what will happen next and what my schedule will look like three days from now.

Mercury has turned direct, but my life hasn't.
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Please please may I has some InuKai in Kaidoh's POV for Christmas?

I know it's hard, because Momoshiro talks enough for three people, and that's why Kaidoh and Echizen are eternally in a contest to see who can speak less, and Konomi-sensei set down the rule somewhere that Kaidoh has to use at least fifty "fshuuu"s a day in lieu of normal people conversation, but. PLEASE. Inui is also partly responsible for Kaidoh being quiet because. He STEALS all the lines! *whaps Inui a sharp one in the back of the head then rubs it away absently* I can do data-talk backwards in my sleep because Inui RA~AMBLES and I have umpteen billion samples of it. Look, I can even make up some on my own (with a prompt from [livejournal.com profile] sixthwinemaiden):

According to my calculations, Kaidoh is feeling cooped up and bored with his surroundings. The decor in his room leaves much to be desired. His recovery is coming along at a good rate; however this can be compromised by any depression resulting from his lackluster environment. From my readings it seems that color therapy would be the best thing to complement whatever treatments are being prescribed by his doctor. Factoring in dietary considerations, it is best if I bring Kaidoh some oranges, as the color will no doubt brighten up his room and augment whatever nutrients he is receiving from hospital food. The taste will also be a welcome change, from what I remember of the fare served to patients.

Also, because I understand that Kaidoh needs more press, I has even claimed him at [livejournal.com profile] claim_a_waifu to let the whole world know that he is loved!

I have been very, very good this year. You can tell because annoying stalker cable guy is still (presumably) alive and still has a job (presumably, always assuming his stalkerish ways and unforgivable sloppiness at work haven't gotten him fired yet). If his head is no longer attached to the rest of him, it has nothing to do with me or anything I (consciously) did, I swear!

So please, please, can you make it InuKai written in Kaidoh's POV? And some world peace. Thank you so much and bye.

hakkai_sensei: (Inui Glasses Sexy)
 [profile] sixthwinemaiden and I plan to reprise our squeeing session of a coupla weeks back, which got off to a famous start with a showing of The Dark Knight.  Any and all PoT fangirls/boys, plus those who feel so inclined, are invited.  It is to be held on the Monday, (which is a holiday as I'm sure all students must know), in TriNoma, meeting place at the North Avenue station (MRT station closest to the venue) at threeish in the afternoon.   Vier-san and Co., feel like meeting up?   Is a good time to case the joint, so to speak, in preparation for the shipper convocation.  Please y!m for details.  I'm not sure I shall be able to go online from tonight until Monday.  Or you can get in touch with Mana-chan, aka [profile] sixthwinemaiden.  We'd love to have you, and we don't bite.  Unless of course you bite first, in which case all bets are off.

Speaking of the fangirling convention, I unearthed this from my pitiful collection of songs.  Submitted for approval as the theme song for said convention: one White Flag, by singer Dido.  It is rather appropriate for any diehard shipper/s out there, and I'm sure many of you can relate to the sentiments expressed.  Chorus below:

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love with InuKai, and always will be
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