BZ-B Ninja
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I finally got my first “novel” (?) on Wattpad! It’s called Stardust House. I don’t know if we can consider this a “light novel,” but it’s my first try on having an original fiction actually being published and brought out to the public instead of locking it right here in my blog. I may probably be use this blog as my “extensive” liner notes of some sort in order to explain the content and the bases of where I came up with these ideas.
So far it only has three chapters and I’m currently working on the fourth chapter. So far, only a few friends have read it, and as you can see, due to my current (well, not quite current, ongoing is more like it) addiction to Japanese stories (mostly based on shoujo manga/anime and J-dramas), Stardust House has that familiar shoujo manga-esque feel in to it. I guess you can say it’s a typical teen love story but I try not to get things way too complicated.
For all the shoujo manga/anime/J-drama purists out there, I tried avoiding using too much Japanese language when the characters speak. After all, my main target audience is everyone around the world and not just Japanese readers. In addition, Wattpad does not have the capabilities of adding footnotes or liner notes to explain all these Japanese terms used for those who are unfamiliar with Japanese trends, colloquial terms, and such.
Constructive criticism is always welcome. You can even suggest ideas for the story also. However, if you do like the story regardless of my amateurish-style fiction writing, please do support it by visiting it at Wattpad and spread it through social networking from Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, even on Pinterest. I also originally posted this story at my group blog (with friends) called Let’s VOLT IN! Of course, Wattpad is better since it’s all out there and those with no websites or don’t really visit our group blog.
Thanks for your attention and hope you have a chance to read it! Doumo arigatou gozaimasu! ((Thank you very much!))
For the record, I DO NOT support celebrities who CHOOSE their fans and who has NO RESPECT towards their fans. There is a difference between feeling uncomfortable with super-obsessed fan(girls) and disregarding the humility and support of the fans in general. I am talking about the latter.
Without fans, celebrities are nothing.
It’s more of like long time no post because I have been shopping around for a new host. Just as hope was lost ((as I can’t afford having a VPS (virtual private server)-like web hosting to support all my sites…)), I turned to pick-meNET and found a new host. Small key but better service and features with better, affordable prices.
There were plenty of entries and articles that I wanted to write here, but because of this huge delay of server shopping, they’re already as outdated as a rotten apple if you know what I mean. I even thought of how I can organize this entire website as I can see that there’s just too much clutter in here. It was seriously time for me to do some spring cleaning for this site and even the rest of my websites hosted in this account. Seriously.
I’ve got new ideas for this site. In addition, I’ve got another upcoming commentary blog site on the works also with a pretty nifty domain. I’ve also got new trips for me to get by while still living unemployed: PBB Teen Edition 4 ((Myrtle FTW~!! Anime otaku cosplayers represent!)) and Tokimeki Memorial Girl’s Side 1st Love Plus. ((Oh Hazuki-kun, please be my prince… :( ))
And that’s about it. Just a quick entry. Will write more later once I get things organized once again.
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Usually once or twice a week, I would hog my parents Wii just to work out through Wii Fit Plus. Though it’s still a fun way to work out without spending membership fees to get fit in a sports club, I guess you could say that it got boring a little bit. Not just that, but I realized that the exercises were quite hard (especially the yoga and the strength training exercises) to just do them on the Wii board that it made me wonder if I was actually getting my body sculpted the way I wanted ((I may have lost a lot of weight compared to my weight back in my 20s, but you don’t want to see my actual shape right now… )) or if I’m actually controlling my sugar level through exercise the right way, that kind of thing.
I needed something a lot more interactive and eclectic, you could say. I also realized that it’s easy to get lazy when you’re at your home doing all these tasks that you should always be responsible and making a habit of it. As a diabetic, the guides stated that it’s now important for me to do exercise everyday for an hour a day. Staying home would definitely make you lazy, plus I feel that my legs are not as strong as it used to for me to ride my bike in long distances. I remember when I was in my teens that my brother and I used to ride through the Coyote Hills trail that can reach up at the high points where we could even see the view of the SF Bay on the way. Those were the good ol’ days. Now as we’re way past our 20s, we’re getting weaker and couldn’t do the usual outdoor things like we used to. Seriously, when I get my legs strong enough again I would go back to that wonderful trail and bike it again. It’s always a refreshing feeling you know.
So, while Mom is going through her first cycles of chemotherapy after her mastectomy a month ago, Dad decided for the two of us to finally get in shape and get strong again by joining the local sports club. Luckily it’s just a 2-block walking distance away from where I live so we can just walk there back and forth. Sadly we signed up when it was raining so we had to drive instead. Anyway, I was reluctant at first because I know how broke I am with the membership fees but Dad was willing to split it. The price for two adults for all access throughout the center is around $500, but because Dad is a city official (Parks and Rec Committee), we get 50% off. Apparently the membership fees are 50% off for city officials and their families. That includes the mayor, of course.
So far I’ve been completely worked out and sore, a lot more than what I get from playing Wii Fit (though I still love to play Wii Fit), but the classes are fun. I’ve already tried Yoga to Interval Blast to Fitness Boxing and even Zumba. I could see the rage behind Zumba and I really enjoyed the class. I’m not exactly the dancer type myself, but it was really easy to follow. Mom and Dad used to love to cha cha and I finally got the chance to learn some cha cha moves (as well as samba and merengue) thanks to Zumba. I’m definitely going to come back again, that’s for sure. I also took an “On the Ball” class, which is a very light but fun exercise class mostly designed for senior citizens and those post-injury individuals. I needed to freshen up since I was sore all over so this really helped.
I’ve been going to the sports club almost every day now. I didn’t go on Sunday because of church and all the classes were in the morning during church hours. I wanted to take Tai Chi (but it’s too dang early) and also Pilates. Maybe next time perhaps?
So, even if this isn’t exactly part of my New Year’s resolution, I’m doing this for myself and for my mom. Once Mom is finished with her chemo cycles (which is probably going to be early next year) for sure she’ll join me in working out together. Now that would be a lot of fun.
(First published as Book Review: The Observations by Jane Harris on Blogcritics.)
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After reading and reviewing Jane Harris’ latest novel, Gillespie and I, I became interested in Harris’ fresh writing style that I also learned that she came to the literary limelight via a critically acclaimed debut novel, The Observations. I read the advanced praises and reviews to see what the fuss was about and became convinced to read the novel that made Jane Harris a familiar name in Victorian fiction.
The Observations, like Gillespie and I, also takes place in 19th Century Scotland, and it tells the story of a15-year-old Irish city girl going by the name of Bessy Buckley, who escaped her rather eccentric and dysfunctional family back in Glasgow to seek a new life in Edinburgh. She accepts a job as a maid in a lone house known as Castle Haivers despite the fact that she lacks basic housekeeping skills. Arabella Reid, the lady of Castle Haivers, simply hired Bessy to be the new maid because of her basic ability to read and write. At that time, Bessy realizes the rather strange behavior that the lady of the house displays, from being ecstatic to being angry from out of the blue, back to being ecstatic again. As part of Bessy’s tasks in her job, Arabella provides her rather odd tasks from sitting and standing up repeatedly to requiring her to record all of her daily tasks and personal thoughts with the empty journal and pen that was provided.
What the readers are seeing from Bessy’s journal entries aren’t just about her duties, but also her observations of her new surroundings, in particular the “missus,” Arabella, which I thought at first was the basis of the novel’s title. It turns out later that the mistress herself is writing about her own observations through a manuscript titled The Observations, writing her observations of her current and past servants before Bessy’s arrival, listing out characteristics and features of each servant in order to provide tips and analysis on what the ideal servant should be like. By the time she comes to her own section, she discovers that Arabella may have found out about her past at the peak where she and the teenage maiden were already forming a close bond with each other. With this, Bessy decides to take a little revenge by playing a childish prank involving a former maid who recently died and was also a highly-regarded servant by Arabella. Sadly, Bessy’s little prank backfires, causing her beloved missus to break in to inexplicable madness, and the past Bessy left behind was gradually catching up to her in the present.
When I started reading the first few pages of The Observations, I almost gave up and put the book down due to the atrocious grammar, punctuation, and spelling of the text. Of course, I then realized that the writing style was simply a part of Bessy’s character and has been writing these accounts on a journal. As the novel went further, Bessy’s writing became a lot more improved, not simply on the mechanics, but her account became richer in detail, more believable, and easier to read. In fairness, I was delighted by Bessy’s voice and the way she expressed her thoughts in the beginning, giving me the idea of the type of upbringing she came from. Though I’m not quite familiar with Victorian slang, I found Bessy to be hilarious and yet refreshing at the same time. As she continued on with her accounts, maybe I felt a little upset that once her writing improved, her signature voice waned a little bit. That somehow got me all confused again as I was getting used to Bessy’s storytelling style.
The story itself is a mix of dark humor, psychological mystery, ghost story, all-around gothic fiction. The themes remind me a lot of the old fiction that we’re familiar with, such as Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, the more well-known gothic-themed works by Edgar Allan Poe, and even famed Japanese author Edogawa Rampo’s surrealistic-style mysteries. At first the summary of the book really gave me enthusiasm to read it all the way, but as I reached the middle of the book I felt rather disappointed. Nevertheless, I have grown to love Bessy Buckley. I found her more lovable and more sympathetic than Gillespie and I’s Harriet Baxter, not to mention the fact that her accounts were a lot more believable than Baxter’s. After all, young Bessy was writing on an empty journal just after the day is over (even if in the beginning it was obvious she was a liar), while the elderly Harriet was simply recalling memories she believed really happened (as a result of a “senior moment”-like mindset).
If you are a fan of Victorian gothic fiction, The Observations is a worthwhile read, even though it’s written by a contemporary writer. If you’re like me, who recently became a Jane Harris fan after reading Gillespie and I, you should also give her debut novel a try as well. It may not be as dark as Gillespie and I, but The Observations can also be a delightful, somewhat lighthearted summer read.
Quick status again. I have been busy working on moving servers, in addition to working on my new site project, Seiichi Ushimi Network.
Anyway, I’m on a new server now. :)
Right. :D
Disclaimer: Below is my opinion based on observations and credible information. Feel free to add your own. (Long Post — enter at your own risk)
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Bakit nominated si Seiichi? We have 4 Reasons:
1. He does not show his anger
2. He does not say much of his opinions
3. The one…
(first published as Local Church Vandalized with Satanic Messages on Ash Wednesday on Technorati)
Earlier today, my mom and I attended our local church, St. Anne Catholic Church, for the Ash Wednesday mass and to celebrate the beginning of the Lent season when we were both stunned at the wall facing the parking lot with disturbing graffitiand other forms of vandalism. What was more appalling were the messages being spray-painted on the walls: inverted pentagrams symbolizing Satanism, along with the message “Carpe Noctem” (seize the night) and “Satan” underneath the inverted pentagram. They were spray painted on the side of the wall near the entrance facing the parking lot and another one at the top side of the roof. That part isn’t really that disturbing to me.
What disturbed me in this type of vandalism was that the faces of our Holy Family statues were defaced with black spray paint, the Beatitudes tablet broken and toppled on the ground, and worse, the wooden crucifix standing at the lawn of the church was also broken. For the deeply religious, this would affect them greatly and emotionally, believing that there is indeed evil out there (and there is evil out there after all). Me, on the other hand, I consider this a hate crime.
Now, I have seen religious worship centers being vandalized before with messages of hate, especially with synagogues and mosques, but I never thought that something so disrespectful, not to mention insulting, such as vandalism with connotations of hate here on my very diverse, very open, and more or less liberal hometown such as Union City, here in the San Francisco Bay Area. What I’ve witnessed earlier today already gave me a reminder that hate of any type and form is everywhere. I have faced discrimination before when I was younger, starting from being prejudiced about my foreign background and beliefs to even my age and gender. Today, for the first time, I’ve faced discrimination based on religion.
Thinking about this incident, the vandalism just had to happen on Ash Wednesday, which is the first day of the season of Lent. With that in mind, obviously the vandalism wasn’t just at random, but also planned ahead. Things such as this could have happened at random times and even at random places. With other neighboring Christian churches (Baptist church, Presbyterian church, etc.) surrounding our block, ours was the only one that was vandalized. This is one of those things that would make you ponder. Lucky for me I grew up in a country where the separation of church and state are enforced. If this were back in my old country (Philippines) and something like this happened on a Catholic church, the entire country would be in a lockdown right now with the Catholic devout expressing their emotions in pain, sadness, and in turn, from anger to just straight out hate.
Instead, our priest reminded us earlier during the Homily that rather than respond to them with hate (after all, you can’t fight fire with fire), instead we will just pray for those responsible for the vandalism for they do not know what they were doing (or rather, just pray for them for they don’t have anything better to do) and right after, clean up all the mess ourselves and restore our church to its beautiful, majestic, symbolic self once more.
As for the perpetrators who did this, I do pray that justice will be served. As the saying goes, karma is digital.
(Article first published as Book Review: Gillespie and I by Jane Harris on Blogcritics.)
Set in Victorian Scotland, 35-year-old spinster Harriet Baxter is an independent Englishwoman who traveled from foggy London to the bright lights of Glasgow, in order to enjoy her newly earned independence from nursing her ailing aunt. An avid fan of art, she attended the International Exhibition to have a chance encounter with a young artist named Ned Gillespie, who at an early age destroyed his artwork and committed suicide. Through Ned and a chance rescue with Ned’s mother Elspeth, Harriet eventually became a trusted friend to the entire Gillespie Family, making herself a fixture in their lives. The accounts of her life and friendship with the Gillespies were written in a memoir account by the lone, elderly Harriet in her Bloomsbury home. Bearing that this is a Victorian mystery, you as a discriminating reader should be expecting the unexpected in this story, and Jane Harris’ Gillespie and Iexactly illustrates that fact.
The story alternately switches scenes from the present to the memoir itself and back to the present again. At first I found the beginning a little slow as I was trying to find a connection between her present life and the memoir itself until I reached about quarter of the story. The memoir’s purpose from Harriet’s point of view was to commemorate the struggling artist Gillespie and to recognize him and his art, giving him the credit and fame that he deserved during that time. With a few clues provided during her present life — from craving cigarettes and liquor to seeing delusions of the household help tending to her and her home — it made me wonder if some parts of her memoir were actually credible. As a general knowledge we do know that at that age many or us may show or suffer signs of dementia and that our thoughts and memories may not be as keen as we thought unlike the times when we were younger.
Either that would be the case or there must be something else behind the nature of the rather descriptive, rich, and vivid memoir. Something unexpected and in certain cases, something a whole lot more sinister than meets the eye. It’s with this thought that I began to think if Harriet truly is a kindhearted independent well-to-do woman to a struggling young family or possibly a wolf in sheep’s clothing. For instance, unexpected, abnormal things within the family began to occur, in particular, Ned’s elder daughter Sybil. With such events going on I already had a feeling that the story of her friendship and life with the Gillespies isn’t going to have a happy ending, emphasizing that the ending would be a lot more menacing than tragic. The climax of Ned’s younger daughter Rose’s kidnapping and eventual death really hit my reader’s trigger, with this criminal tragedy leading the narrator Harriet as the prime suspect, most notably an English prime suspect facing Scottish Law.
I won’t say any more in terms of the novel’s plot, but this particular novel is very well worth reading. This is one of the books that I would recommend for open discussions within book clubs. When I read the past reviews from creditable publications such as Kirkus Reviews this book really peaked my interest, and I felt honored to write a review for this book. Harris’ style of writing isn’t just clever and witty but so vividly detailed and evocative that the setting, its descriptions of the scenes, not to mention the inclusion of two old maps of 19th Century Glasgow (which gave me a few clues to the setting of the story overall) easily hooked me to the story. With an open mind and patience, Gillespie and I would really pull you in to deep contemplation, particularly regarding to the “I” from the title.
The book reminded me a lot of two other books (written by English authors in fact) that I truly enjoyed reading: Ian McEwan’s Atonement and Kate Summerscale’s non-fiction The Suspicions of Mr. Whicher or The Murder at Road Hill House. I also read from the previous reviews that Harris’ debut novel The Observations also has a similar feel and tone to her second. Gillespie and I is actually the very first novel that I’ve read by Harris, and because I found this book enjoyable I look forward to reading The Observations in the near future. Just with Gillespie and I alone, the name of Jane Harris should be added alongside mystery greats such as Edgar Allan Poe, Wilkie Collins, and Arthur Conan Doyle.
To this very day, Valentine’s Day, my family and I immigrated to the Land of the Free a year after the Philippine People Power Revolution of 1986 ended. I personally don’t like Valentine’s Day altogether, ((For me it’s a dangerous day for diabetic people—- waste your money on chocolate and dessert and then get overdosed by too much lovey-dovey sweetness that even when you’re bitter, the sweetness still attacks you.)) but I do have a reason why I’m celebrating with my family.
Even my parents, though married and still very much in love with each other, also hate Valentine’s Day. Yeah.
