robeerobs

ha.

2009-04-28T12:21:34Z

Agon: My strong point is that I'm invincible.
Hiruma: My strong point is that I win.

: D

I have some a report that I need to finish (for Socio) and some lines to memorize (for Italian) by tomorrow so... DOES THAT MEAN NO SLEEP AGAIN FOR ROSE? D:

But of course not. Like hell I'd survive ANOTHER day with no rest at all. Maybe one or two hours (MAX!) and a few... not coffees. Um. What else keeps people awake, I wonder.

Mountain Dew worked once upon a time, but I don't have any at the mo' and the store near the house doesn't sell any. Probably.

I'd rather not go out there and check.

WHEE~ HOMEWORK RANTS ARE FUN.

Writing rants are awesome, too! (Not like I do 'em or anything. My supposed writing journal ended up as a place for me to rant about fandoms and fandoms and more fandoms that I can only HOPE to write about.)

Oh, but look. I have to read a book now. ):

*POCAHONTAAAAS JUMP!*

^ (is a fancy name for suicide off a cliff -- isn't it a magnificent copyright violation? 8D But I love Pocahontas SO MUCH.)

sob

2009-04-03T15:08:27Z

I -- I just realized how amazingly STUPID Gokudera can be. (See: KHR chapters 150-151)

But, haha, maybe I'm just being a little biased. After all, Yamamoto is the cooler character. I can't help but defend his, um... honor. Especially when he looks mad and -- hm. Not hurt, really, maybe a little incredulous and insulted.

AND. DAMN YOU, GOKUDERA.

(B-but... I still don't want you to lose... because I am on Yamamoto's side who is on Tsuna's side who is on the side of GOOD, which is where you are as well.)

Poor Yamamoto... BUT THEY'LL BE DOING COMBI-PLAY ON THE NEXT CHAPTER SO WHAT THE HELL. And I am waiting for you...

... Hibari.

oh riiiiight.

2009-03-26T17:34:12Z

So now I am totally semi-free from school, I decided to relax a bit. But not too much 'cos the final submissions for the poems are on April 2 and I can't procrastinate like I did with the drafts.

Ah, yes, the drafts. I remember working on Poem #1 for less than 30 minutes (which is probably why it's so crappy) and Poem #2 for... until I fell asleep. And then I woke up and continued it for a few minutes. And then I passed them. 8D Because I'm stupid like that. But I'm glad that the second poem got a relatively high grade -- since I don't think my professor can even imagine giving a grade higher than 2.

CAN'T WAIT FOR SUMMER CLASSES. (Gah, I sound like such a nerd lollerskates.)

a tragic thing happened on my way home

2009-03-12T09:27:32Z

Philosophical problems.

That is, problems regarding my Philosophy subject.

;__;

For one thing, I realized that I need to come to terms with the absolute fact that I, one who has never even come close to a failing grade in my twelve years of education, might get one very soon. Not only do I not-pass the midterms, I'm also frequently absent -- and I don't participate all that well, even.

I thought, you know, at the beginning, that I'll make up for any mistakes by being determinedly present for the whole semester.

But.

Then.

I wonder what happened to that plan. xD So anyway, strike PERFECT ATTENDANCE off my Things-To-Pull-My-Grades-Up list.

Another thing that gnaws at my mind is how my seatmate, who complains a lot about the subject and the professor during class -- distracting me in the process -- gets higher results than I do. Well. I admit she's really smart. But I wish she wouldn't complain so much.

): She's not the one suffering academically.

--

Also, I'll be taking summer classes to pass time... and so I can keep receiving money. 8D It's very convenient.

Oh shit.

2009-02-24T02:22:46Z

WELL. : DDDD

I am now FIVE minutes late for class and am STILL pretty much screwing around at home. Meh. I guess I'll just skip Math and go to school for Hum1 -- which I still haven't done the homework for. BUT.

...

I have a good excuse.

Sir calls it homework but WE HAVE TO BE IN SCHOOL TO DO IT. ): What the hell kind of homework is that?

Meditating. I was holding a really pretty rock (coral remains, probably) and thinking of how UNFAIR life is and how I couldn't port jump AT ALL. I wanted to port jump so badly. ):

Like... well, fine. Most of my classmates were scared and all, BUT I COULDN'T EVEN HAVE THAT.

'Cos I knew they wouldn't let me jump.

So, yes. Meditate. Photo by Arden who was our official camera holder and "Maong Boy" during camp -- since all he ever wore were polo shirts and jeans. EVEN DURING OUR HIKE UP THE MOUNTAIN LOL.

BAKUMAAAAAN.

2009-02-17T11:41:53Z

Har.

Guess which manga I'm totally obsessing over right now~ 8DDD Well, of course it's already in the subject / title thing so I guess you won't need to guess.

*A* Bakuman.

I MEAN -- I MEAN. SHUJIN IS SO CUTE. I mean... ah, fine. Saiko's cute, too, and also Niizuma and maybe Fukuda (but just a little?) BUT. I'm going to stop my list there. Because Shujin is totally the cutest character in that manga. He's such a dork. xD

Ah, and the fact that he went out with Miyoshi pisses me off. ): Even though it shouldn't... LOL. Oh well. Who can control their feelings anyway?

And... GAH. RIGHT. I FORGOT THAT SAIKO AND AZUKI WILL GET MARRIED! (... unfortunately.) B-b-but I was so deadset on having Shujin and Saiko together... that I completely forgot about Azuki.

...

Well, Azuki is tolerable, at least. Miyoshi really pisses me off with all her distractions when SHUJIN IS SUPPOSED TO WORK ON THAT STUPID NAME WTF. ): Godiebitch. Seriously.

( BAKUMAN FANART! )

Also, I've been trying to decide which FL I'll be taking next semester. IT'S REALLY TOUGH. Isn't being bilingual enough anymore?

In any case, my choices are:

(T) French
(7) Italian
(E) German
(&) Spanish

... I don't think we have Russian, but even if we did, I wouldn't take it. All those complicated symbols of so and so... DDDDD:

DEATH. Insta-DEATH. Which may also happen anyway at the rate I'm going. AND OUR CAMPING IS THIS WEEKEND AND MY PROFESSOR HAS REFUSED TO LET ME SWIM AFTER HEARING ABOUT MY EAR INFECTION.

): But I wanted to fort juuuuuuuump. I wanted to swiiiiiiiimmmm with the fishesssss and my classsssmaaaaaatessssss. Who, by the way, our student teacher has warned not to let me get into the water at all costs. Or, at least, not to let my head get submerged. I have personal lifeguards.

D8

Normally, that would make me kinda awesomely bouncy with giggles but right now I am really affronted.

I also have Philo1 midterms tomorrow which I am not studying for. I MIGHT AS WELL JUST WING IT. Since that's what I did with the last one -- but then again, my parents would kill me if they found out.

I skipped Math1 to catch up on my sleep. ): I'm a terrible, terrible person.

Possibly my last blog for this week. CHECK OUT INTERNUNCIO (even though it's still empty) OKAY?!

Ooh~ A Meme... thing.

2009-02-15T14:41:00Z

I stole it from someone on deviantart so... I guess I'm tagging myself? D8

... That did not just make me feel socially stunted and this is not me trying to convince myself of my worth as a social being.

You've got to spell your name.

A: Easy to Fall in Love With
B: You Like People
C: You Are Really Silly
D: One in a Million
E: Great in Bed
F: You Love To Drink
G: You Never Let People Tell You What to Do
H: You Are Quirky
I: You Are Popular with All Types of People
J: People Adore You
K: Your Wild and Crazy
L: Unbelievably Great in Bed
M: You Like to Drink
N: Best Kisser Ever
O: Crazy
P: Great in Bed
Q: You Are a Hypocrite
R: F*cking Crazy
S: You are dead sexy
T: You Really like to Chill
U: Your Loyal to Those You Love
V: You are Not Judgmental
W: You are Very Broad Minded
X: You Never Let People Tell You What to Do
Y: best boy/girl anyone could ask for
Z: Always Ready

R: F*cking Crazy

O: Crazy

S: You are dead sexy.

E. Great in Bed

Hurr... okay. So apart from being double the amount of crazy, I am also... great in bed? I sure hope there is an invisible 'eventually' after that statement.

I tag blauerschnee and faidge_12. Or not. Or something. 8D

Happy Valentines Day!

2009-02-14T13:01:16Z

I'm only posting 'cos I love this new theme. So damned colorful. Also, I want to relate ALL THAT HAPPENED TODAY (which involves me being both more and less stupid than yesterday).

First off, my day started online since I decided to call it quits and go to sleep at 3:30 AM. I was just surfing around and reading fics and comics and whatever interesting things I could get my digital hands on. Oh, and I worked on my LifeBlog and WorkBlog and Imma post the links RIGHT HERE.

LifeBlog: ROBEE

WorkBlog: That Story

So since both of them are in WordPress, I started wondering what to do with this account.

I mean, what do I plan to use LJ for, anyway?

And then I remembered that my LifeBlog is in Taglish. While Filipino isn't my favorite language (I always got 88 -- which is the lowest possible grade a student can get and STILL get into the honor roll -- and that didn't make me very happy.) I found that mixing it in with English words is funny and interesting and got me blogging often enough to cheer me up.

But I digress.

My point is that LJ will be my, um... other LifeBlog. Only in English this time. xD

Though if ever I stop posting here, that means I've permanently based myself in my other LifeBlog or the WorkBlog or both and then I have a CollabBlog with Fai.

And I digress even more.

So after waking up around 11 AM or so, I ate brunch and then went online again, only with occasional naps in between. I completely (or something very close) woke up somewhere around 2 AM and took a bath at 4 when my classmate texted me to say he's on his way to the mall.

Time-management, LOL.

So when we met up, we decided not to watch a movie and just hit the Food Express and ate at Burger King. After that, we went to Cubao Expo and I bought this awesome long notebook... like, um... you know the regular notebook? Cut it in half length-wise and that's what it looks like. And my classmate bought 5 anime posters ('cos it's an anime shop, yes).

Before leaving the store, I made a promise to myself and to the owner that I would go back for the Lupin III set, the facebank and the adorable Larg (Black Mokona) bag. Especially the adorable Larg bag.

Also, I wanted to browse around the other shops for clothes but my classmate was all, "It's already dark blahblahblah," so we left.

Still had to make a grocery detour before going home with a pizza (have I mentioned that I can never say no to strangers?) and the bag with the notebook and the grocery bag. I forgot to give Mommy the change ~~'cos I want to keep it~~ so maybe I'll just do it after I eat dinner. Which I should've done two hours ago but I will do right now 'cos I'm hungry.

--

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!

And also I would like to greet all the people who can relate with me a happy (and a day early) Singles Awareness Day. It's sad, I know, but we must all be optimistic. Save the best for last, right?

~~(No, I don't really believe that, but whatever.)~~

I'm stupid, I know.

2009-02-13T07:31:12Z

So... like... yes. I know.

It all started last night -- rather, this morning around past midnight and all. I was reading some stuff on FictionPress despite having a class at 8:30 AM.

That was Stupid Act # 1.

My mom woke me up around 6:30 since I move incredibly slow in the morning, and I need at least 30 minutes to get to school. Instead of getting up as any model daughter/student would have done, I told her my 8:30 class was cancelled. (But in my defense, I might have said the truth. Who knows with that professor?)

Stupid Act # 2.

I got up at 9:30 for my CW class at 11:30. Due to my awesome time-management skills, I was able to squeeze in a nap from 10 to 10:30 and arrived at our building with ONE MINUTE TO SPARE. Yeah, yeah. Awesome. I know. 8D So I battled the heat of the blazing sun, fighting fire with scholastic passion, and reached my classroom with an aura of success. I sat next to this guy friend of my classmate (who was my classmate last sem) since... well, I always sit there and those three stupidos are the ones who always exchange seats. And by three, I mean they also have another friend that I forgot to mention. I don't really care about them.

What I care about is that some girl went to our classroom and announced that we wouldn't have class. AND AFTER ALL THAT TROUBLE OF GOING TO SCHOOL FOR MY (not-)FAVORITEST CLASS EVER.

I suppose it would only be right for me to explain why a student majoring in Creative Writing does not like her Creative Writing class. Well. It's really 'cos I signed up for Short Story but a last-minute professor-change brought Poetry instead. POETRY. Son of a bunch of flowers.

So now I'm going to move on to Stupid Act # 3.

I bought two of Robert Fulghum's books a while ago, "It Was on Fire When I Lay Down on It" and "Uh-oh". So while I was reading the first one, this girl approached me and started talking about God and Jesus Christ, and then we paused for a while so I could pray.

Ro's Prayer: Dear God, You really know how to ambush people, don't you?

And then she invited me to this group thing that I couldn't say no to... 'cos I'm really horrible with that. D: I can't say no to strangers. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME AND WHY IS MY MIND SO RETARDED?

... and that's that.

After the girl left, I went back to reading the book. And I was really enjoying myself too 'cos Fulghum is awesome. So awesome that when I looked at my watch, it was already 1:30 PM, and then I thought, "Damn, the concert is at 6. What the hell am I gonna do?"

Then I remembered my Bio class at 1 PM and I was like, "Shit," and then, "Fuck," and then, "Ah, screw this. I'm going home."

That, apples, was Stupid Act # 4.

So now I'm home, blogging, and I texted my mom to ask if I could turn the AC on because it's HOT. I also took my aunt's advice and took off my shirt. It's okay to strip (I think) since the curtains are half-closed.

Waiting for my buddy to text me so we can meet up. Still hafta go to the Christian group... meet-up... thing because I'm a loser whose conscience just DOESN'T LET UP ALREADY DAMMIT. And-and-and if I don't go, that girl would probably text and text and text 'cos I gave her my number and... D8

Can somebody please lend me a backbone?

Something awesome.

2009-02-10T12:46:09Z

I've been wanting to post SOMETHING AWESOME for a while now but, for one thing, I always get sidetracked whenever I'm online.

Speaking of sidetracked, I remember this one original (supposedly multi-chaptered) fic thing that I started back in high school (and never finished -- I do believe I'm still in the middle of the first chapter). The main characters are these three guys who're kind of in the killing-for-justice line of work.

Except for the story, they'd be secret bodyguards for a super popular band. And when I say secret, I mean the band itself doesn't even know about them. The three guys, Jeff, Danny and Kenken (nicknames, I swear), are gonna go undercover as a band named SIDETRACK. Pretty much an inside joke, I dunno, so I guess whenever I write the band name, I think of ME.

And how superly awesome I am.

So then -- so then I'm gonna stop right here before I end up telling you ALL of the discontinued plotlines hiding in my drawer. D:

INSTEDDY.

Insteddy, I'll just post the SOMETHING AWESOME that I mentioned a while ago. It's this picture I made for Project DokiDoki, the Valentines activity in Project Giftart. This one's for Halt-fiend, who, I hope, likes it 'cos I worked real hard on the shading, okay? Even though I was sick and turned off the laptop every five minutes to run to the bathroom and puke.

I dunno what's wrong with me. (And that, my friend, is present tense since I am still pretty much feeling terribly nauseous. I hope I get well before Valentines, though. Still looking forward to that movie.)

It's a SCANDAL. Julian won't be very happy seeing his sister on TV with a guy. Although he would be less angrier than if he'd known she was wandering the festival alone but ANYWAY.

Brell, according to Julian, is at the age where she must be protected from the menacing male population that does not include himself, Maru, Kizu or Ed (who is somehow a part of their group even though he's NOT... technically). Later on, Julian will come to accept Jack as fit to accompany his little sister -- but that time is still so far away so Jack should still take care.

Skipping to a less happier but not that terrible topic, I got to skip out on running today. We were supposed to run ~~one and a half~~ practically TWO laps around the oval, but I'm kinda sick today so the teacher let me just walk as much as I can handle. I made it one lap and abandoned my friend to finish the whole thing.

D:

I wish I could get better soon. Want to go through tomorrow with smile on face. Impossible if still sick. Need to be happy upon seeing crush. Fuck, dude. Just fuck.

Posted the pic in dA, btw. I couldn't put it in MB 'cos Project Giftart says no. ):

AND FAI AND I ARE STARTING ON INTERNUNCIO AND THINGS ARE GOING SWIMMINGLY. Like, 'cos I already got the plot and all that's left is to tell it to her but she's not online when I need her to be ARGH. Not that I'm blaming, 'course; I understand the difference in time zones.

Oh. The UP Fair started yesterday. I'm still trying to find tickets for Friday (fucking awesome band line-up) and I hope to get them tomorrow. If not, I will commit seppuku for being a failure.

o_____o Riding the All Time Low rhythm. Can't get off. (LOL -- OH.)

Rikkai Days: 17

2009-01-21T09:38:42Z

Title: Rikkai Days
Chapter: 017/100 (Comparisons)
Author: Roey Cleine
Pairing: MaruHara
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT and any of the characters in the said anime.
Note: Um... LOL?

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There were times when Marui couldn’t help but compare his relationship with everyone else’s. After all, he and Akaya were hardly what the majority would call sweet, unlike fukubuchou who would blush at the most casual mention of Yukimura’s name. At least, he consoled himself, they weren’t like Yanagi and Seigaku’s Inui and their little proba-babies.

Numbers. Ack. (But, of course, a genius such as Marui Bunta-sama would forever proclaim his mathematical prowess!)

Niou and Yagyuu were a bit better than them, knowing each other so very well. Frankly, he didn’t want to think about how far those two have gone – but he had a nagging suspicion that they’d already done it. Probably a few weeks after they met, despite Yagyuu’s apparent prudishness.

All the while, Marui’s precious Aka-chan would only stutter, blush and giggle nervously at inanimate objects whenever their conversation takes a turn towards the sinful. (Sinfully sexy, was what the tensai repeatedly stated but his almost-lover has yet to agree with him.) Obviously, he wouldn’t force anything on his darling and would willingly wait, though the fact that Kirihara Akaya was even more of a prude than Yagyuu Hiroshi continued to fog up his brain.

(Maybe it’s an age thing?)

He wouldn’t dwell too long on something so trivial. God forbid he be like Hyotei’s Atobe, who complained all the time about what Seigaku’s Echizen said or did this or that time on the bed or to his wardrobe.

Marui and Akaya could agree on a lot of things, and were pretty close friends when they mutually decided to date; and his dear pumpkin was surprisingly patient with him, having committed relationship blunders of his own. There were always lectures on diabetes, though, complete with coloured pictures courtesy of Akaya-sama, but Marui learned to ignore those since Akaya only meant them jokingly.

They were thriving . . . somehow. And he wasn’t worried about anything in particular.

“You burned our dinner, stupid Marui-senpai.”

. . . Except that.

Marui gingerly placed the frying pan in the sink, his lips twisted into an uncertain smile. “Sorry. Must’ve spaced out for a while there,” he replied softly. “But in my defence, you were supposed to be supervising.”

Akaya snickered, waving his hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. Anyway, let’s eat out. My mom won’t mind me missing my curfew every once in a while.”

“’Kay.”

g-g-g-gura-gu-gura

2009-01-20T16:11:28Z

...

GRAVITATION.

And Sakuma Ryuichi.

D:

DAMMIT.

Ryuichi... if only... I had a boyfriend... as ~~bipolar~~ cool as you... D8 My life would be complete!

In fact, I actually wouldn't mind if your (his) attention would be halved between me and Kumagoro (or whichever stuffed animal he has). Really.

AND RYUICHI x SHUICHI IS TOTALLY HOT. ): But the hotness is really mostly due to Sakuma being there. Shuichi's just... cute. And uke.

Gahh... xD

Must. Tear. Eyes. Away. From. Screen. Before. Heart. Stops.

IT.

2009-01-12T06:22:08Z

HERE WE GO.

And... um... that's it. xD The only other reason I'm posting is to let everyone know that Charlie's back and kicking (very hard).

So please visit me at MB and I'll be sure to give you something good. But, uh... you'll have to tell me what that 'something good' is first. Before I give it to you. And it shouldn't cost me money. Yes.

: D

AND IF YOU JOIN MB THROUGH THAT LINK... I dunno. I don't really care. xD

By the way, my friend and I made a blog for a comic we're planning and once we've established it, why don't you guys -- oh hell.

Here: INTERNUNCIO! -- Do not be fooled if it sounds like a spell in Harry Potter. It's not.

Once you're in the site, go to the authors' pages and you'll see the memes Fai and I answered. In case you want some entertainment. Yanno. Because I'm nice and considerate like that.

Well then... THAT IS DEFINITELY IT.

So that's how it is...

2009-01-05T12:36:50Z

I WILL BE GONE FOR A WHILE COS CHARLIE WENT AND LEARNED TO BE A BITCH TO ME.

Fact: Charlie is my laptop.

Opinion: Charlie is a bitchy laptop.

Fact: Charlie is broken.

Fact: We brought it to an HP Service Center and waited for two hours.

Opinion: Waiting is SO BORING.

Fact: They were showing Mr. Bean in the Service Center.

Opinion: Thank god there's Mr. Bean.

Fact: I left Charlie there.

Fact: It'll be back in two or three weeks.

Fact: I WILL BE GONE FOR TWO OR THREE WEEKS.

Opinion: Sucks.

--

On the other hand, KUROSHITSUJI-WISE...

I love how Ciel is so portable. Like... alternative title: The Portable Shota. ANYONE CAN CARRY HIM, I SWEAR. And regarding the circus arc, I don't like ShinigamiMan much. He's annoying.

OH AND UM... THAT INDIAN PRINCE. Soma? ...Him. He's so cute and a little less gay than that gay servant of his.

Anywho, yes, I'll be back online whenever I can steal internetssssss from other people.

BAI.

DAMMIT.

2008-12-31T09:36:16Z

CIEL HAS A GUN.

Well, of course. I see. That's really understandable actually...

But then...

HOW WOULD SEBASTIAN BE ABLE TO RAPE HIM? D: Oh, what a problem; what an impossibly difficult problem.

I would like you to answer that, Ciel.

*A* Please.

HALP

2008-12-23T14:02:57Z

Um...

I, uh... stole it from... somewhere. And I am crediting the place where I stole it from and I'm sorry but looking at it just... LOL. I dunno. I felt The Urge and so I saved it but now I don't remember where I got it from.

I am IN NO WAY claiming this. D: I just wish I could recall where I got it.

AND SUPPOSE I'M POSTING THIS IN CASE SOMEONE KNOWS WHERE IT'S FROM.

: DDDD Oh yeah that's a good cover-up story.

--

OH AND I WENT TO A COSPLAY ON DEC. 20. It was uber not-fun and we were just kinda... walking aimlessly around and snapping shots of unsuspecting cosplayers. Looking at my camera (which I left with my brother at the time 'cos I appointed him as my photographer), you will find loads of stolen shots. LOADS.

And for most of the time I was there (around three or so hours lol yes, it was THAT boring), I was stalking a guy dressed as Luffy from One Piece. I WANTED SO BADLY TO TAKE A PICTURE WITH HIM but I was shyyyyyy so I kinda...

... followed him around. Until my friends suddenly decided to make noise and attracted his attention. So I actually had to go up to him and ask him if I could have a picture with him.

AND I HAVE ONE : DDDDD But I can't show it right now 'cos it's in my camera which is downstairs and I AM LAZY YOU KNOW.

Plusplusplus, I saw this Echizen Ryoma guy and HE WAS SO CUTE cos HE WAS SO SMALL LOLOLOLOL. I think that guy's probably older than me but he was... really... SHORT. I was squealing for a good three minutes with my friend cos LIKE I SAID, he was cute and short and so. xDDDD OH GOD.

--

Merry Christmas, everyone~

LOL DODO

2008-11-20T12:33:14Z

TT__TT

I am a shallow, shallow person.

I LOVE YOU TURK AND MAYBE JD, TOO, MAYBE -- ACTUALLY, YES.

JD, I LOVE YOU TOO, LOSER THAT YOU ARE. xD

Issues

2008-11-16T03:51:07Z

GUESS WHO CLIMBED INTO A KRISPY KREME TRUCK.

*whistles suspiciously*

Sometimes I wonder if my dad actually dropped me on my head when I was a baby. I mean, my mom told me I fell off the shopping cart Dad was pushing and that I fell on my face... So maybe I lost a little bit of my sanity?

I BLAME YOU, DADDY.

...

In the end, we never DID get to buy anything from Krispy Kreme. The line was too long. )'8

I STILL BLAME MY DADDY (even though he has nothing to do with the situation at all).

Down History: 1

2008-11-12T14:02:21Z

Title: Down History (part 1)
Author: Roey Cleine
Pairing: loads
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT and any of the characters in the said anime.
Note: =__= I should really finish chapter 2 and send it to Freddipoo... ~~but I can't seem to find my draft. TIME TO REWRITE.~~ Ahaha... D:

And where the hell are you, Freddikinssss?

--

Welcome, new students!

As I am quite sure that not one of you would be interested in my jolly greetings and whatnot or my casually supercilious explanation regarding the benefits of going to a school as great as this one, I have no choice but to head on over to the rules and regulations that you must abide by at all times. Punishment for the purposeful or accidental disregard for the codes of conduct will depend on the gravity of damage inflicted and will be decided by the Headmaster of the Academy.

That means me.

Academy of Special Sciences

Codes of Conduct and Further Reminders

As dictated by the Respectable and Praiseworthy Headmaster Echizen Nanjirou

1. Never insult the Headmaster. EVER. Only positive adjectives are allowed to be used to describe the greatness that is me. No, Fuji-kun, sarcasm and negative undertones are not allowed either. DON’T THINK I CAN’T HEAR YOU.

2. Pornographic materials are to be sent to the Headmaster’s Office for filtering . . . Oh, shut up. This is a request from the Board and, for once, I was not the one to suggest it.

3. Teacher-Student relationships are forbidden. This is directed to you, Hanamura-sensei, and don’t you roll your eyes at me, lady!

4. Amendment to Rule 1: After some complaints from the “partner” of the second-in-command of a certain student leader stating that they no longer have an authority figure to slight, I hereby allow the students to use Sakaki-sensei as the subject of their derisive comments.

5. Don’t call me; I’ll call you when you are in BIG trouble.

6. The four-foot tall complaint box situated by the red fountain – that would be the one nearest the library which is the building farthest from my office, Momoshiro-kun, as I am sure the thought of even setting foot on “that vile place” has never even crossed your mind – has been replaced by another box only a foot tall. This is due to the graduation of one of our most notorious students who, I recall, was the sole reason the complaint box had been set up in the first place.

7. Students are required to wear at least one of the articles of clothing designated as the uniform. Preferably the pants. No one cares if you’re in a hurry, Marui-kun. Going to class clad only in boxers is, after traumatizing a class too many students, forbidden.

8. Any activity ending with the suffix ‘-cide’ is not to be attempted within the Academy grounds. Go to either Niou-kun or Oshitari-kun for further instructions regarding the said activities if you seriously need to perform them.

9. The only place where blood is authorized to be shed is the Infirmary, luckily under the supervision of the old hag Ryuuzaki or, less luckily and with the added variable of death, Inui-kun. I’d stick with the old hag if I were you, no matter how much her face makes me want to hide back in my mother’s womb.

10. A special request from Rokkaku: If anyone spots a boy walking around unattended and telling puns, kindly kick him on the back of his head and bring him to either Kurobane-kun or Saeki-kun. Do not, under any circumstances, leave him with Aoi-kun if you know what is good for you.

11. Sexual acts are to be limited to the bedroom or any place where no one is likely to walk in on the session and possibly end up mentally or physically scarred.

12. Poisoning the food in the cafeteria is forbidden. You eat it too, you know.

13. Alcoholic drinks are not allowed on campus without the permission of the Headmaster. And I expect a commission in exchange for my Yes.

14. The teachers are to be respected. Educating the students is serious business.

15. There are SIX and only SIX student leaders. Actually, there were seven, but as one graduated without assigning an heir to replace him (see Rule 6), Yamabuki has merged with the House closest to it, namely Seishun. What follows is the list of student leaders for this year.

House – Leader

Fudoumine – Tachibana

Jyousei – Kajimoto

Hyotei – Atobe

Rikkai – Yukimura

Rokkaku – Aoi (council proxy – Saeki)

Seigaku (Yamabuki) - Tezuka

16. Amendment to Rule 11: Hugging and glomping are not considered sexual acts. Forgive me for the slight confusion, Kikumaru-kun. However, hugging or glomping, coupled with groping, is. We’ll be watching you, Yukimura-kun.

17. From this Academic Year onwards, new students are required to make use of the Buddy System to avoid untimely accidents. As Tezuka-kun usually says: Don’t let your guard down.

18. Illegal substances, in any form, are not allowed on campus. Punishments for breaking this rule will be left to Yukimura-kun so don’t come crying to me about injustice. Yukimura-kun’s punishments, to my knowledge, are perfectly just and deserved by whoever is on the receiving end of them. Go ask Sanada-kun. I believe those two are quite close.

19. Entry into the woods – the place with many trees and bushes, Mukahi-kun – requires permission from any of the TWO prefects and the presence of your Buddy. These safety measures have been deemed mandatory by the Board after the incident involving a certain notorious graduate (see Rule 6) and a Jyousei student with the misfortune of invoking his wrath.

20. A list of organizations can be found on the bulletin board outside the cafeteria. Students are not required to join any of them, but it would be nice to get you lot off my back every once in a while. Formation of new organizations is not encouraged as I am a busy man, but I accept written requests in the company of bribery.

Persons in Authority

Headmaster – Echizen Nanjirou

Prefects – Oshitari Yuushi – Yagyuu Hiroshi

Student Leaders – (See Rule 15)

Teachers – (too lazy to add a list)

Even More Reminders

It is advisable for all students to check this list before deciding to commit anything normatively offensive as it updates itself quite regularly. On the other hand, you can just try not to get caught so I wouldn’t have to bother thinking up creative punishments such as wearing a bikini while painting the cafeteria pink during lunch time.

Thank you and I hope you enjoy your stay in A.S.S.

cleine_schmooey @ 2008-11-09T14:22:00

2008-11-09T06:40:27Z

rose!: i am absolutely not able to help you with the colouring
rose!: for i have recently discovered that i have gone blind
rose!: and i am... uhh...
siberian husky bebeh: The hell ><
rose!: voice-typing
siberian husky bebeh: ?
rose!: i am voice-typing
rose!: typing with the sheer force of my voice
rose!: which is why i do not need eyes to see what i am typing
rose!: because i am not
rose!: =__=

--

That conversation reflects my mentality nowadays. : D I am currently lazy, unhelpful, unfriendly and a bad liar. But that's only 'cos I haven't... "found" (coughmadecough) an art style that satisfies me. EVERYTHING IS CRAPPY.

BUT SOMEDAY I'LL BE HAPPY. D: I just don't want to seem like some damn THISPERSONISMYIDOLSOIWANNADRAWJUST.LIKE.THEM.

I have original ideas. I just need MORE. Stuff that show my personality.

...And suddenly an idea pops up: Maybe if I half-assed it, it'll show people the lazy side of my personality. : D

I'm DOOMED. D :

For the Dearly Departed

2008-10-07T11:44:55Z

Title: For the Dearly Departed
Author: Roey Cleine
Pairing: none YET
Summary: Niou apparently has nothing better to do than harass the resident brat.
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT and any of the characters in the said anime.
Note: I forgot how to work this posting thing lol
Rikkai Babbles #1

Kirihara pulled his club shirt over his stomach. Thinking the weather warm enough, he decided against the Regulars’ jacket, banging his locker door shut with a pepped up cheer. Not even his demonic reputation stopped him from practically bouncing out the door to meet his beloved senpai-ta—

“Ten point twenty-fifteen minutes late,” Yanagi announced, causing the whole club to turn towards Kirihara, who almost squirmed at the unwanted attention.

“…oh for chrissake,” the second year murmured, exasperatedly. In a loud enough voice. And by loud enough, his voice was loud enough for a certain vice captain—conveniently standing just behind the Rikkai ace—to hear it.

“AKAYA!”

Whipping around fast, he yelped. “F-Fukubuchou! What’re you doing there?” he asked in a whiny tone.

“TEN LAPS FOR BEING LATE AND FIVE MORE FOR TALKING BACK!”

“But I didn’t talk back!”

With a traumatic face, Sanada raised a hand threateningly—all the while resisting the urge to snap back with, “You did now.”

Kirihara squeaked and took off.

A couple of minutes, some screams, clanging metals, bouncing balls, honking, flying rackets, chicken feet, some more screams, and an eardrum-shattering, “FIFTY LAPS NOW!” later had Niou catching up to his kouhai.

“Hey, brat,” he greeted and slowed his pace to match the other’s.

“What did you do?” Kirihara asked warily.

“Something evil.”

“Oh.” Pondering on that took a few more seconds. Then, “Did someone die?”

Niou snorted. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“No way!” he disclaimed. “…In the movies, maybe. But that’s it.”

“Chicken.”

Pause… “I AM NOT!”

…

“Oh my gawd, you’re mocking me, aren’t you?”

“Seems like it,” Niou replied with a smirk.

Turning down a street, the black-haired boy glared. “It’s you.”

Standing by the corner—right THERE—with his usual smirk, was Niou Masaharu himself. Apparently with nothing better to do than bother the hell out of their team’s baby. “’Sup brat?”

“Stop calling me that, senpai.” He brushed past the older boy.

Who promptly followed.

“What the heck are you doing?” the second year hissed.

Niou raised an eyebrow. “I’m obviously following you. As a favour to our dearly departed Jackal.”

Kirihara’s eyes bugged out. “Jackal-senpai died?”

“…Remember when you asked me if I killed anyone?”

“…”

Smirk.

“…You liar.”

Niou shrugged. “Meh. Off on vacation in cricket-knows-where.”

“Kuri… ketto?” Kirihara blinked. “The hell? Like purikura?”

The trickster chuckled.

“What?”

“I go this way,” he un-replied. “See you tomorrow, brat.” He walked off at that, leaving his kouhai speechless.

ART JOURNAL!!!

2008-07-27T16:14:56Z

It'll be great!

All the crappy stuff that I can't post on art sites, I will post HERE, cos this is now my ART JOURNAL!!!

8D YAY!

And then some.

And to welcome myself, here's a sketch~

ICEBOX preview~ <3

That's Hein, one of the antagonists, though she doesn't look like it. =|

Writer's Block: Last Call

2008-07-27T15:54:52Z

I'd call... oh, who the heck am I kidding, I don't even HAVE a phone! But if I did, I'd call my dad (who would most likely be beside my mom) and dictate my final will and testament. =|

The Watch

2007-11-26T14:07:21Z

Original Fic
by Roey Cleine

Written for Zeriku or Fye or whatever she calls herself--my DOG!!! But she's human, I swear!

This is an AU sidestory to an even LARGER thingamajiggie.

“Do you mind?”

I looked up and straight into twinkling green eyes. I scrunched up my face in confusion and the owner of the eyes had the nerve to chuckle.

He gestured to the empty seat in front of me. “Do you mind?”

I shook my head.

“Thanks.” The green-eyed boy sat and arranged his things on the table. I caught him stealing glances at me every now and then.

I openly stared at him.

He was cute. Not that I cared or anything.

His name’s Denver as he’d told me before we parted ways. He had asked for my name and I was obliged to answer honestly.

“Elise. Nice name,” he’d commented. “Very sophisticated. It makes me think of a snob somehow.”

“Denver has the same effect,” I’d retorted in good humor.

“Not as much.”

He said he’d meet me by his locker after classes. 516.

I thought he got things the other way around. Shouldn’t he wait for me by my locker?

I got held up by my English teacher.

An hour after dismissal, I arrived at locker 516. No Denver in sight. No anybody in sight, actually.

I left an apology note in his locker, explaining why I was late by I-don’t-know-how-many-minutes-since-I-don’t-have-a-watch. I went home alone afterwards.

It’s sort of lonely.

The next two days were spent doing what I normally do on weekends.

I remained in bed, stared at the ceiling and pondered on the meaning of life.

Then I turned to stare at the wall.

But the pondering continued.

On Monday, Denver passed by me on his way to class. He slipped a wristwatch in my hand.

I studied it. It was light blue with pink decorative stitches.

It’s cute.

“10:19 AM!” shouted a classmate as he entered the room. He’s been doing that just to prove that he wasn’t late.

I eyed my new wristwatch.

Denver had set it an hour late.

I corrected the time, shaking my head with an amused grin.

“Elise,” he called.

I followed his figure with my eyes as he came over and sat down. “What?”

Denver paused, as if to gather his thoughts. “How… How’d you like my gift?” he asked.

“It was an hour late.”

“You were an hour late,” he pointed out, and waved my apology note around.

My lips twitched and I looked away. “I figured that was it…”

Denver put my note in his pocket.

“How come I’ve never seen you before?” I asked. I was curious, really. I’ve always thought I knew everyone worth knowing. “Are you new here?”

Denver frowned. “Uh, no. I’ve studied here since freshman year.”

“Me too… So why?”

He shrugged. “Maybe because you didn’t feel like seeing me?” he suggested.

That’s not it.

We’ve been friends for half the school year.

He sat down with a cool expression on his face. He observed me as I eyed the wristwatch he gave. “The prom is in two weeks,” he began casually.

So I’d heard.

He continued at my non-reply. “Are you going?”

I shook my head.

“Why not?”

“I don’t feel like going,” I told him.

He narrowed his eyes and I noticed that those silly green things weren’t exactly… twinkling… anymore. “Why not?”

I sighed. “Because I don’t want to, okay? Stop pushing.”

His body sagged and he looked at me almost sadly.

I turned my gaze elsewhere.

Denver left.

The next day we were back to normal. He slung his arms around my shoulders as I entered the school gates.

“How’s it going?” he asked merrily. “Lonely?”

“Not really,” I replied. You’re here, in any case.

Denver’s grin was lopsided and there was something strangely melancholic about it.

Other than that, he was normal.

The day of the prom, I twirled around in front of the mirror. My dress was soft and blue and reached past my knees. It’s hard to describe it, actually.

I went to my bedside table and picked up the watch. It was classy enough to use with my dress.

“Elise! Are you coming or not?” my brother called from downstairs. He was going to drive me to the school.

Denver didn’t know that I was attending the prom.

I hope he’ll be there, I thought as I wore the watch.

I entered and the place was filled with dim lights, like those you’d see on Christmas trees, only less colorful. The staff had brought in plants from the ecology department and the tablecloths were obviously new.

Almost everybody was there already, seeing as I arrived late.

I walked around to look for Denver.

He wasn’t there.

I sat down near the door, steadfastly ignoring offers to dance.

The night was almost perfect.

The only one missing was him.

I left the watch in my locker.

Denver was stupid to leave me waiting for him like an idiot.

I closed the locker with a sigh and went home.

Denver’s gone.

At least, that was what people told me. I ran down the corridors and they were just looking at me, staring at me with pitying faces.

Why?

A crowd was formed around my locker. I pushed at them, squeezing myself through, and when I finally got there, I saw it.

A piece of paper was taped to my locker. I took it off.

I just wanted to spend my last night here with you, that’s what it said. And it was in Denver’s handwriting. I could tell.

The wristwatch was gone.

He didn’t come to school that day.

He didn’t come to school the next day either.

Nobody knew what happened to him. Pretty soon, nobody cared to remember him at all.

I still remember him. And everything about us.

I wish he hadn’t gone.

November 19.

Denver disappeared on November 19. 11-19.

The day he’d given me the watch, the time set on it was 11:19. He’d set it an hour late to teach me a lesson, sort of.

It’s stupid to think about, but maybe that was a message?

It’s stupid.

I just wanted to spend my last night here with you.

It’s so stupid.

GIRL SCOUTS

2007-11-23T10:18:56Z

Our principal signed the whole senior batch up for Girl Scouts. GIRL. SCOUTS.

Darn it.

Now, I have to memorize the pledge and the laws and... those other things that Girl Scouts memorize, only in two languages. The horror.

I also need to memorize Invictus, a poem by William Ernest Henley. Actually, I've already memorized it so...

And I need to go to the Meriam-Webster website and look at all of those Word of the Day thingies. Our English class was very eventful, since we spent thirty minutes on a spelling elimination. Frankly, we could've finished it in ten to fifteen minutes, but my classmates were adamant on making the stupid thing last up to the time that the bell rings.

I got the highest score!!!

Congratulations. You have won the honor of joining the spelling quizbee...

...I'm sorry. You can't ask for a retest. You're already a candidate...

... What do you mean you don't want to ba a candidate? Of course you do!

And so, my fellows, I am officially a contestant of this year's spelling bee. But, whatever. I'll probably just sit on the stage and drool anyway, so why bother thinking about it?

I'm a freaking girl scout.

Friggin cow.

...I need Christmas now more than ever.