chu_totoro: (cute-- hamster in egg)
was raining over hamster's head when he woke up today, and it followed him around when he tried to scuttle away from its shadow, and got his fur all wet. also, this meant hamster was constantly in the shade, in the cold, and he was on the verge of achoo-ing and ready to curl into a sad little hamster ball of misery

hamster thought the stupid cloud would never go away! but in an attempt to not get sick, hamster went to the cave of the sages. this is a cave in which many greatly revered hamsters of years yonder once resided, and their aura remains in the rock walls and earth to this day.

hamster chewed on some hamster hay in the cave and stuffed some extra in his cheek to bring home to his cave, where he then burned up most everything (there was a lot of rotting hay in there) and felt better. his fur was also drier. and the cloud stopped raining, although it was still there.

in the evening the earth shook boom boom ka and hamster, with renewed vigor, jumped in a hamster wheel and started running with all his might. the cloud scattered!! while hamster was running, and reformed in a small corner of his cave when hamster finally decided to stop and curled up happily on the dry, clean ground to lick his paws.

hamster says:

squeak squeaksqueak, squik squeak squeak squeak!

(sometimes that cloud won't go away, and you just gotta run the hamster wheel anyway!)
chu_totoro: (cute-- hamster in egg)
there lived a hamster in a shell

and outside the shell he could see many other hamsters, some in shells, some not, some's shells translucent, some completely colored in, some with shell bits hanging off of their fur, scuttling around happily all the same

the hamster could talk to all (most) of these other hamsters

the hamster admired some of the other hamsters, particularly those who had no shell, those who seemed able to speak and laugh and say all the right things at all the right time. hamster could never do that. hamster made friends with other hamsters in pink translucent shells, and they rolled around together and jostled each other playfully on the hamster wheels, but never close, never hard, because of the shells in the way

one day, a shell-less hamster that hamster loved very much fell off a ravine and was never seen again

much, much later, years later, hamster shattered his own shell with his tail and ventured out shell-less into the world, sniffing cautiously this way and that

and looking at his shell bits on the ground, he began to cry and cry and cry

because he finally realized that breaking the shell was not a magical key to some fantastic world of freedom and joy and love (although it certainly helped you steer)

he finally realized that that hamster, whom he loved and admired so very much

was just another hamster

doing his best, venturing bravely into the world, getting hurt and thwarted like everyone else (maybe worse, because shell-less ones take the full force of the blow), and simply smiling and joking and tucking his tail in and standing up again, each time

he was just another hamster, doing his best

and now hamster could never learn his story


Jul. 22nd, 2012 11:07 am
chu_totoro: (random-- green tea)
I will lose my journal, so here is the madness, in all its entirety.

storage )
chu_totoro: (random-- knowledge is evil)
essay )

I can't believe I cited Angelic Layer in an academic paper and got away with it. Also, no, that's not the title I turned the essay in with. (HAHA if only)
chu_totoro: (random-- bookworm)
This snippet actually goes before snippet #2, because I am too embarrassed to include snippets of my rapidly degrading writing, and also because I do not have that much more writing on hand to snippetize because I am slowly but surely falling behind! I went from 1,000 words behind to 3,000, to 5,000, and now I've caught up a bit and am down to 2,000 words behind, but behind is behind.

The Yamanashi trip was fun though. Our hotel had some nice "hot springs". And grape flavored drinks.

Incidentally, the only reason there is a chicken in my story at all is because someone posted a Nano dare on the forums which had something to do with having a chicken run across the scene without any especial plot significance.

Liam never intended on... )

edit: oh yeah, look at this awesome wordcount widget:

chu_totoro: (random-- bookworm)
Most of my Nano makes my eyes bleed! So I'll just be posting really short bits of the clips that I happen to like, hahaha.


Yay chicken! That bit was actually kind of fun to write. Only because I enjoy making people feel stupid. Harharhar.
chu_totoro: (Default)
Hi guys.

It's 2009, I'm in Japan, and as something I neglected to do in 2008 (and 2007), this year I am going to try to tackle NaNo seriously!!

It's November, I've got 2000 words down, which is too few because it's a precious WEEKEND WHEN AM I GOING TO GET ANY OTHER TIME TO GET A HEAD START AHHHHHHHHHHH but that is not the point of this post.

I found my NaNo 2006. Again. Now, this is something I haven't posted for 3 years because 2006 was my first year doing NaNo, I was a silly freshman, and I wrote a story chock full of inside jokes and I was afraid that posting it would offend people. TBH it isn't really a story, it's just full of a setup for a story that never got written, hahaha. But now that the chatgroup is, whut, dead and gone, at least I don't even remember half of the jokes we had from 2006 (they keep changing!), I can probably say for certain that this is something I will never finish!

So, here it is. I'm sure we've all grown enough in three years not to get offended over silliness from three years ago? (a.k.a. DON'T KILL MEEEEEEEE~)

Warning: It's pretty terrible. I never went back to edit, so it's stuffed with random skipping and notes incomprehensible to me now and a lot of it makes me cringe in my seat (like... the bits about myself AUGH LET ME DIE NOW) - but some of it still cracks me up. Like the first Tiffany cow entrance. HARHARHAR. So have a laugh, guys!

A long, long time ago... )


Sep. 11th, 2009 09:36 pm
chu_totoro: (random-- aww bunny)
Hello Adela Chang,

DM, Inc. just sent you money with PayPal.

Payment details
Amount: $35.00 USD
Transaction Date: Sep 11, 2009
Transaction ID: 5D71472613114910M
Subject: DS earnings for Sep 2009 have arrived.
Custom note: Congratulations Adela, your DS earnings for Sep 2009 have arrived!


...and to think I used to be so happy with $2 for 400 words!
chu_totoro: (Kenshin-- I can fly)
As such, I will fill in today with a story I wrote ages ago and for some reason never posted!

I basically forgot about it until it came out again (a week ago? three?) in Soundings.

Kinda raw around the edges but if I'm too busy to write up real posts I'm obviously too busy to polish my writing.

And so...

story )

addendum-- let's throw in a poem while we're at it!

(this is also old/from Soundings)

poem )
chu_totoro: (TRC-- flowers)
story 67

once there lived two squirrels together up in a tree.

one day the boy squirrel heard tell of a group trip to acorn heaven. he became very excited and raced back to tell the girl squirrel , but she wasn’t interested. the boy squirrel had to make plans himself.

throughout the week he scurried about, packing up and preparing for the big trip. the girl squirrel watched in silence.

the watching began to make the boy squirrel uncomfortable. he began to worry about the girl squirrel spending so much time home alone. would she manage? he fussed over this, he fussed over that. finally, the day before the trip, he went to the travel group and announced he wasn’t going. he would go next time.

feeling chipper, the boy squirrel scurried home. the girl squirrel wasn’t there, which was strange, but that’s okay, he would tell her later.

twenty minutes later, the girl squirrel came home. nose-twitching and teary-eyed, she admitted that she had signed up last minute to join the trip so she could be with him.

so the girl squirrel ended up going to acorn heaven with the travel group. she saw many cool things, had many fun experiences, and, above all, ate many acorns. the other squirrels were friendly and helpful and she made many friends. but she could never completely enjoy herself. every time she saw something new, tried something different, tasted something exotic, the one that she wanted to share it with... wasn’t there. and her heart hurt.

when she finally returned, she was startled to discover that the boy squirrel, in the monotony of days alone, had moved in with a different squirrel.

because those who follow always find themselves chasing... and chasing... and chasing...

and those who decide always... find it easier to walk away.




Apr. 30th, 2009 06:54 pm
chu_totoro: (xxxholic-- sweatdrop)
So I'm looking at old fic which I wrote 3 chapters to (~15k words?), and I'm looking at the notes page which is one word document w/ a couple random scene ideas scrawled very incoherently and a few lines indicating some technical things to remember... and also my names list on Microsoft Excel, which has a huge list of a bajillion names, most of which aren't relevant and which I only added for organizational purposes, some of which are starred (indicating importance) and some not.

So I can't remember for the life of me what I planned the personalities of these characters to be. Or background. Or... anything, really.

See, I didn't bother writing any of that shit down (except for the two main characters, who are so central to the plot that I didn't really need to write it down anyway) because I had it all perfectly in my head, the side characters were all there, perfectly formed, ready to deal with any situation and all I had to do was forge ahead and work the plot.


Stupid, idiot, careless brain of 2007. Why didn't you write anything down?

'm sad now. :(

edit: random exercise;

prompt: “There are...just too many...too many...MONKEYS!”; freewriting, i.e. no stopping no editing (except for minimalistic type/retype on the spot); 5ish minutes;

hunh )

random exercise 2 (this is kind of fun!);

.backwards written is story This;

Finally, he died. )


Apr. 27th, 2009 05:26 pm
chu_totoro: (FMA-- exhale)
Supposed work progress--
1. First draft (rough)
2. Second draft (heavy revision)
3. Final draft (last tweakings)

Adela's work progress--
1. Half-assed outline
2. Half of an essay
3. Other half of essay//no revisions


However! At least it was better than Tiffany's work progress--
1. First draft (doesn't like)
2. Second draft (doesn't like)
3. Scrap this topic new essay!!! (with 4 hours to go)

Oh boy.

So glad it's over. :] Now all that's left is some Bio tests and APs...

essay as follows )


Jan. 23rd, 2009 01:40 am
chu_totoro: (random-- bookworm)
not at my best at one in the morning. I can't honestly say where this came from, except that I have a lot of cats, I had been thinking about a boy and his cat (although in a very different context), and I read [ profile] iggyzzz's story here, and all that somehow combined with late-night anti-insomnia (as in, it's not that I can't sleep, it's that I can and in fact quite want to, but for some reason don't) to give rise to this.

mmmmmm )
chu_totoro: (Miyazaki-- Tales of Earthsea)
this was my original intent; I realize the story is written somewhat vaguely and could probably be interpreted differently (or not interpreted at all), but here goes.


Vera: derives from Latin/Slavic, a name that means "faith; truth"
Themis: greek goddess of justice


Honey: love
Vera: faith
Themis: justice/good judgment/an understanding of things
Apple Street: derives from the concept of Adam and Eve and the forbidden fruit, which is most commonly said to be an apple (though nowhere does it say that in the bible?); it is the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil, and as this is a story about good and evil (of sorts), the street is named Apple Street
turtle: in Eastern mythology the turtle is good, in a lot of Western mythology it's bad, as such the turtle wasn't really intended to symbolize anything in and of itself, though...
star-shaped pattern on turtle's back: what's a five pointed star put inside a (roughly) circular shape? A PENTAGRAM!!! DUN DUN DUN


the general idea is that love and faith (you could think of it as belief) must needs be tempered with justice/good judgment, or else they walk blind. and blind love and blind faith are quite scary to behold.

subideas that love/faith, WHEN combined w/justice/judgment, are extremely powerful as a whole and can achieve the seemingly impossible (i.e. miracles).

also that blind faith does not believe itself blind, and while the two think they can see they can't, actually, and end up doing more harm than good because they do not perceive correctly (the sea)

errrrrrr I think there's other subideas but they're all pretty similar so I'll stop here.


Dec. 30th, 2008 11:06 am
chu_totoro: (random-- green tea)
Essay Option 3. Chicago author Nelson Algren said, "A writer does well if in his whole life he can tell the story of one street." Chicagoans, but not just Chicagoans, have always found something instructive, and pleasing, and profound in the stories of their block, of Main Street, of Highway 61, of a farm lane, of the Celestial Highway. Tell us the story of a street, path, road - real or imagined or metaphorical.

assignment: uchicago supplementary essay
comments: this isn't really an essay. and I really should edit it more, but I don't think I'll be able to before the deadline, so whatever.

The Tale of Apple Street )

original intention/interpretation here unlinked for the time being. relink later.
chu_totoro: (xxxholic-- sweatdrop)
The assignment was to write a definition essay (of sorts). Two hours before the deadline, Adela realized that she had naught but a very sketchy BS rough draft, and - it was a lovely night, she was just about to finish off the last of her hot drink and toddle off to bed, and really, the last thing she wanted to do was write an essay.

Which resulted in this:

who cites facebook? honestly )

I think this is proof that I have long, long since passed the point of no return.

(by the way [ profile] cougarfang THAT FRIEND WAS YOU and that meme up there is total BS because god knows I don't remember the first meme I ever saw but hey, it's an essay, I have artistic license to make stuff up, right?)
chu_totoro: (FMA-- angry Ed button)
Don't you just hate it when you get to that point in an essay where everything's finally done, you've got it down, all you need to do now is condense... and cut some of the good stuff?

I really like the explication of that metaphor. I think it's quite brilliant.

T______T Dun. Wanna. Cut.

'kay I will stop sounding like a narcissistic prat now. /wanders off


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