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The Vardøger --- NOW AVAILABLE IN AMAZON KINDLE!

You may order your copies here: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B019H2MBDU

Read the Excerpt:

Excerpt: Blood red hair spilled at the sides of his head, framing his delicate facial features, stunning green eyes the color of forest after a rain shower, straight nose that no plastic surgery could ever achieve, and pinkish-red small lips soft and glossy, begging for attention. Though tall and fit, he wasn’t as muscular as Gene. He’s rather slender-looking, almost graceful, which added to the already-long list of his androgynous features.                    

He looked very pretty and he wasn’t even at his best yet.               

Slowly, and in dreadful recognition, Roseus’ eyes widened with horror. He does look like a girl.                

Letting out a dramatic sigh caused by his sudden acceptance of a certain fact, Roseus tied his hair into a low ponytail and tucked his white button down inside his dark denim jeans. Alfonso did not appreciate him wearing jeans, preferring slacks instead, but as usual, Roseus didn’t concede. Everybody but his parents wore jeans nowadays. Jeans are for the masses don’t hold true anymore, something which his parents still believed. Roseus preferred jeans. Jeans were way more comfortable than slacks in everyday activities. The best he could do to appease his father was to at least look smart casual. Roseus always wore a button-down with jeans.                

Satisfied that he looked more presentable, Roseus immediately proceeded to the study, not wanting to be caught loitering in the hallway when his father could already be calling for him.                

Upon reaching the entrance, Roseus was about to knock when something caught his attention. From the corner of his eyes, he saw something white and blurry appear at the other end of the hallway, leading to the grand staircase. When he turned his head fully, it wasn’t there.                

The hairs at the back of his neck rose. Did he just see a ghost?Forgetting he needed to be at the lobby of his father’s study by now, he turned away from the double doors and slowly walked towards the end of the hallway, his heart drumming inside his chest. There was an internal debate going on inside him. He couldn’t hear anything, but the goosebumps on his skin tell him that there was something there.A gush of cold air blew as he neared the corner, making him want to just get the hell out of there and ignore what he thought he saw.                

But his male pride wouldn’t let him.                

His heart started to beat faster with every step he took towards his destination. Upon reaching the end, he took a deep breath, mentally counting from 1 to 10. And before he could change his mind, he abruptly leaned in to peek at the corridor.                

He screamed.                 

She has the blackest eyes he has ever seen. 

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GOD WROTE MY LOVE STORY IN KANJI--- NOW AVAILABLE IN AMAZON KINDLE!

Excerpt:

I rubbed my eyes with my knuckles and turned to look at the actual view on the other side because no one’s blocking my view now—                

—only to find Introvert Guy, who was sitting on the row opposite our row, looking straight at me. He was asleep a while ago, but German guy probably bumped into him as he’s occupying the aisle seat, waking him up.                

I blame it on a force of nature. Maybe it’s because of the cold autumn weather. Or maybe it’s because of the beautiful countryside view—                

Because I smiled at him.                

Shit.               

 I. Just. Smiled. At. A. Stranger.               

 Fuck.               

 I didn’t get to see his reaction because I immediately looked away after my stupid act. I calmly put on my earphones and closed my eyes just as German Guy came back. I couldn’t be more thankful. He just blocked Introvert Guy from my sight and vice versa.               

 I enjoyed my bliss for 40 minutes before it was taken away from me again. German Guy, the businessmen, and the group of friends got off Shinagawa station, leaving me alone with Introvert Guy.                

Great.               

 Well… it’s not like he’ll start a conversation with me… right? I mean he’s wearing a mask. Even though I can’t see his hair or his eyes, I think he’s Japanese. Maybe he doesn’t even speak English so I have no reason to worry. And Shibuya is not that far anymore. Even though the train just stopped and the intercom just announced that there was a coming train so we needed to wait a bit to change train lanes (are they even called lanes), Shibuya’s the next station.               

 Right?                

Oh, man. This is the reason why people think I’m weird. Why do I always need to convince myself with… myself?                

Slowly, I turned my head towards Introvert Guy.                

And he was, again, looking at me from behind those sunglasses.               

Time stopped. It felt like a scene from a sci-fi movie.               

 I was snapped back to reality when he suddenly moved and looked like he was about to stand up and talk to me.             

 I, of course, panicked. So I stood up earlier than I was supposed to and proceeded to the luggage bins, thanking my lucky stars a bit later that I did, because I needed to dislodge my luggage from its cord lock.             

Damn these cord locks. Ah. There you go. Success! Now, all I need is to bring this thing down and—               

 I felt the luggage being lifted off my hands and onto the floor.                            

It’s him. I know it’s him. After helping me, he didn’t say a word and just silently stood beside me, near the door, as the intercom announced we’ve arrived at Shibuya station.              

 And so my conscience decided to nudge at me, the traitor.                

I cleared my throat, successfully catching his attention. He angled his head to face me.                

“Ah… thank you very much for helping me… with my luggage,” I muttered in English. I wanted to speak in Nihongo, but no Nihongo word came out.             

He simply stared at me—as if he’s deciding whether I was being sarcastic or not—and it made me uncomfortable. But he finally nodded after a short while, and turned his gaze away from me.                

I inwardly sighed with relief—that’s one worry gone. And by the time the train completely halted, I was already focused on another problem—forcing my determination to resurface.                

This is it. Don’t get scared now. I think I just quoted Kevin McAllister from Home Alone.                

When the door slid open, Introvert Guy moved aside to let me exit first. What a gentleman, I can’t help but think. The Japanese are really naturally polite and kind. I received nothing but smiles and the willingness to help from them since I landed at Narita Airport.                

I nodded my thanks and walked past him with my huge luggage in tow.             

And it’s when I heard it.                

“No English, huh?”

I turned towards him right after I got out of the way, but he’s already walking towards the station stairs with his backpack.

You can order your copy here: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B019H2M81U   

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Source: SnitchSeeker FB Page Draco + a motorcycle. Me? Dead.

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The GIFs made me smile, but the comments above mine truly entertained me. xD 

「 バナーナ 」

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If he unconsciously breaks your heart, will you tell him or will you run away and just.... hide?

101 Days of Heartbreak Series-- Book 1: Letters of Heartbreak

http://www.wattpad.com/story/14240105-101-days-of-heartbreak-series-book-1-letters-of

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I saw your ship post in the shinkumi tag and was wondering if you could rec some good dramione fics for me? I haven't read any, but it would be a fun pairing to try.

Hi,

It's nice to know I sort of intrigued you to read dramione. if you're into too much angst that makes your heart beat fast, dramione is one of the best ships to get addicted to. :) It's my very first noncanon ship and is one of the hetero couples left that I love since I'm addicted to yaoi lately.

The fandom favorite is Isolation by Bex-chan. She's one heck of a writer.

My favorites are: 

A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy by Countess of Abe

A Storm in a Teacup by AnneM.Oliver-- you can try her other fics too.

Almost Perfect, ALmost Yours by BelleofSummer

Conversion by MizSphinx 

I can't Hate you Anymore by jmalfoy

Iris by SeanEmma4ever

Only a Pretense by WickedlyAwesomeMe

Questions of Science by COuntess of Abe

The Nietzsche Classes by Beringae

Here is the link to my FF account. :) You can see these stories in my favorites. There are still other dramione fics there. 

https://www.fanfiction.net/u/1812581/angelchoo

Welcome to the fandom-- hope you'll love the pairing! :) And oh. Do you ship Shinkumi too? I loooove that pairing.

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Josh Hutcherson & Jennifer Lawrence Interview Masterpost

So after 3 weeks of Catching Fire promotion I think it’s time for a super masterpost with all interviews of Josh & Jen, I think I’ve posted all of them, but if you find any link that is not here, just submit and I’ll add to it! Hope you enjoy!

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Just the Jen and Josh portion of the interview.

Jen - “Love you.”

Josh - “Love you.”

Fandom - *GROUP SIGH*

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I have a hunch that Crazy Jen and Crazy Josh started this. Hahaha. Love them to bits. <3

is the hunger games cast drunk at the rome premiere ??????

like what are they doing????/? 

some kind of interpretive dance???????

josh where are you running???????

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Why I Decided to Become a BUM

October 5, 2013--- my first year anniversary of being a semi-bum. I should be celebrating, getting wasted and singing the night away with the few special people who can put up with my oddity--- but then again, who celebrates one year of being unemployed?

Definitely not me.

It’s been a year since I left my last job as Corporate Advertising and Communication Specialist/Writer/Internet Marketing Specialist (I still refuse to call myself Marketing Specialist) for a real estate company. Time flew so fast. It seemed like only yesterday when I collected my last paycheck and shed tears as I left the office I considered home for two years and eight months.

Was it hard? Yes.

Was it practical? No.

Was it the right decision? No.

It was definitely the WRONG decision. But I never regretted it. Because finally, I felt like I am going the RIGHT direction by making such a WRONG turn.

Let’s start with the long back story.

WHEN IT ALL BEGAN

I knew I wanted to be a scientist when I was still a child. I never knew then that I would need Math brains for it and I officially suck at Math. I can write a perfect paragraph in a minute and still can’t solve an algebraic expression in an hour. No, I don’t really suck at Math that much, but my mind automatically shuts down whenever it encounters numbers.

My dreams were a bit blur at first, you see-- I didn’t know it was writing I was passionate about. While my mind was set to being a scientist, I failed to notice what I really love doing. It started as drawings. Just simple drawings of people doing their every day routine.

Until I realized the drawings were a succession of events and that I was talking while drawing them, creating a story in my mind.

It didn’t take long for the drawings to vanish. Suddenly, I wasn’t content with justthinking and speaking it; I wanted to read it.

Thus begun my hunt for unused notebooks. Late night scribbling and a whole day of daydreaming started and no one could stop me. However, my dream of becoming a famous scientist is still at the peak of my mind, concealing the deepest desire of my heart.

I still wanted to be Archimedes.

WHEN IT BECAME CLEAR AS MY SNOT WHEN I DRANK PLENTY OF WATER

It was in Grade Four when I had the epiphany.

Reading became one of my favorite past times. I remember reading all of my books even before school started so that when the teacher asked us to read a particular story/ topic, I wasn’t excited anymore. So it’s when I decided to learn the function of a library.

Every day. Every single day I brought home a book from the Hardy Boys Case Files or the Bobbsey Twins. Every day I solved a case with them. Sometimes I swam with Moby Dick, hid from Frankenstein, and ate… er drank with Dracula. And when I was on my lighter days, I joined Jessica and Elizabeth Wakefield in their school girl problems.

My dreams of being Archimedes is starting to get boring. Soon, it was nothing but a remnant of childhood idealism.

I continued to read books of all kinds (except Rated-R ones because my Mom would have killed me) and it didn’t take long for my appreciation for words to became absolute adoration. While some artists became fascinated with colors, I became utterly fascinated with letters. Letters that when combined with imagination created a vision so clear you find yourself transported to another world.

Just like that, I wanted to be one of the creators of those worlds.

I suddenly wanted to become a Dante Alighieri. 

The dream strengthened in high school. I became part of the newspaper club and yearbook staff, authoring stories, poems, and articles and became a playwright for classroom mini plays and batch plays. In addition, I started writing fanfiction, to which I owe my current little set of literary friends and enthusiasts online.

The dream never wavered in college. The fanfiction writing continued (with the addition of improved grammar) and then the start of serious writing. Serious writing meaning I started creating my own stories. Fanfiction was nice and… therapeutic to write; still is, but there is nothing more fulfilling than creating your own stories… and having someone appreciate them.

To Alfie Saniel, one of my blockmates, I have never forgotten this statement of yours. It was during Soc. Sci.1, in one of GAB rooms at CAS, UP Manila.

“Naiiyak ako, umpisa pa lang. Isara mo nga yan.”

I was quietly re-reading a draft of my story while waiting for the professor. I didn’t notice she was peeking at my notebook from behind me. Whether she meant it or not, it was an inspiration. It was a simple statement. But then, I never forget small words and acts of encouragement. Never. Because those simple words and acts of encouragement built the foundation for me to pursue my dreams.

WHEN I STARTED TURNING MY BACK ON WHAT I CALLTHE DREAM

Practicality. It’s the main reason why I let my dream lie dormant.

I came from a middle-class family. We get by okay, but not well. We have enough, but very little spare. Right after graduation, I grabbed the first job offered to me. For experience.

“For experience.” It was another phrase that hindered me from pursuing after my dream.

Regrets. A touchy subject.

The only things I don’t regret were the new people who became special and being able to make my family happy even if it was just a few appliances at home or a treat once in awhile. Other than those and a few experiences, I have plenty of regrets--- I regretted not waiting for my dream job. I should have waited for the offer of the publishing companies where I applied. I should have started writing my first fiction. I should have applied more. So many I should haves.

For four years, I postponed it. Because I need to have more corporate experience. Because I need money. Because it’s impractical to take a risk.

Sadly, they were all true, but the question now is—when? When will I pursue that one thing that can make me the happiest career person alive-- when I am old and wrinkly or when I am again too practical and too busy gaining corporate experience to realize again that my dream is what will make me happy and it is what I have wanted for the longest time?

WHAT MADE ME DECIDE TO JUST SAY “TO HELL WITH IT. I’M GOING AFTER MY DREAM AND THAT’S NOW.”

I just woke up one day, went to work, and finally realized I’ve been doing routine things all my life and I needed a change. A big change. A risk, but a risk worth taking. After all, it has been postponed for too many times already. Maybe it’s time for me to finally give my DREAM a chance.

The next day, I passed my resignation letter.

My parents were supportive, even if a bit skeptical. I guess it’s because of the guilt. Somehow, deep inside, they knew it has always been my dream all along.

My true friends were all supportive. No questions asked.

The others? Well. I don’t expect a lot from them really. They have always been the negative force driving my self-respect and self-confidence right to the edge of the cliff. Too bad I promised myself I will never let them get to me this time.

The harshest thing I heard from the past year when everyone learned why I left my job was this:

“E paano ka magkakapera niyan?” A statement uttered so bluntly and with disdain that I could have cried. Why? Because the truth hurts. Money, unfortunately, controls most of the things in this world.

But I didn’t cry. I remained silent. Every time I hear about such comments, I keep quiet. Quoting from Sidney Sheldon’s Master of the Game, “I handled them with quiet dignity.”

I started baby making right after I resigned. For 9 months, I endured migraine, insomnia, and back pains while my parents endured my mood swings and silence. I often hear my dad complain

-- “Parang wala naman tayong kasama sa bahay.” I was just in my room. Starting at the walls. Talking to myself. And writing. I only come down for meals and for some chores. I was a house hermit for 9 months.

Finally, after discarding five plots and a total of thirty chapters, it happened. I felt like a pregnant woman giving birth (not that I actually experienced it). The pain was obviously excruciating, yet you still keep pushing. And when it’s finally out, an in between tired breaths and tears, you are deeply relieved, proud, and at your happiest as you gaze at your creation--- your baby.

Two months ago, I gave birth. I gave birth to a 150,000- word manuscript which title I have researched so much about yet I still do not know how to pronounce. I had one beta reader. A very good friend named Davie. And her comments stuck with me.

This came from an email she sent me:

“Overall, I like it because it made me realize a lot of things. It caused my morals battle with my emotions and that rarely happens! It made me feel a roller coaster of emotions. You made me feel how every character feels by the way you write.”

And she sent me these tweets right after:

“I see YOU in your work.”

            And

“There’s a battle of heart and mind inside me because of your #mostawaitedsoontobesensational book. #cantgetovertilthismorning.”

I had tears in my eyes.

It was never about the positive words or praises--- it has always been about the feeling of being able to evoke such emotions from your readers. Whether I made someone cry, laugh, or get angry after they have read my stories, their reactions still made me happy. Because I was able to touch them with my words.

It was a risk. It still is. I do not know if or when I will get a publishing contract. I’ve been waiting for two months now. I have a lot of replies giving me hope and two of them were from an agent and a publisher abroad (Yes, no replies from LOCAL publishers). But until I have the signed contract in my hands, I will never be sure. The butterflies in my stomach are constant reminders that I don’t have it in my grasp yet.

So here I am, still waiting, still writing, still trying my luck.

With no money and no career.

Yet. (Mind you, I WILL succeed.)

But I am happy. Because despite all the negative things surrounding my decision, I am proud to say I finally had the courage to do something about my dream.

Have you? 

Original Post can be read here: http://angelko28.blogspot.com/2013/10/why-i-decided-to-become-bum.html

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My Favorite Writer Quotes

If you are a writer, you know all of these are true.

“The best fame is a writer's fame. It's enough to get a table at a good restaurant, but not enough to get you interrupted when you eat.”  ― Fran Lebowitz

“All that writers can do is keep trying to say what is deepest in their hearts. ”  ― Lloyd Alexander

“Writers are really people who write books not because they are poor, but because they are dissatisfied with the books which they could buy but do not like.”  ― Walter Benjamin, Illuminations: Essays and Reflections

“A writer, I think, is someone who pays attention to the world." ― Susan Sontag

“A writer is someone who has taught his mind to misbehave.”  ― Oscar Wilde

“A writer should write what he has to say and not speak it.”  ― Ernest Hemingway

“Read a thousand books, and your words will flow like a river.”  ― Lisa See, Snow Flower and the Secret Fan

“Every writer is a frustrated actor who recites his lines in the hidden auditorium of his skull.”  ― Rod Serling

“Dive again and again into the river of uncertainty. Create in the dark, only then can you recognize the light.”  ― Jyrki Vainonen

“A writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call what he writes fiction.”  ― William Faulkner

“Writers turn dreams into print.”  ― James A. Michener, Writer's Handbook: Explorations in Writing and Publishing

“Your only responsibility as a writer is to be true to the story that has chosen you as its writer.”  ― Jean Little

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Josh and Jennifer @ Comic Con 2013

"These two Jennifer and Josh, are like the funniest pair and the biggest joy to work with. They have a language all their own. You can’t follow half of what they’re saying but it’s all really funny. The chemistry that they have on screen is really a reflective of their friendship off screen." - Jeffrey  Wright.

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Joshifer + Catching Fire panel