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Journal Entry: Wed Aug 10, 2011, 1:23 AM

After what feels like years of getting rejected for publications, I'm happy to announce that one of my poems is getting published! :dance: More news when I get it but it will be part of an anthology of Contemporary Philippine Literature. I feel really happy about it (believe it, I thought I was getting another rejection email/letter and almost trashed the thing, but thank heavens I didn't.)

Three (THREE) of my short stories are also being considered for publication, and I'm sooooooo excited. Boys, After The Everything and FuckIT, which I've moved out of PRL for the time being. Boys is one my personal favorites--and has been the most popular deviation in this gallery, which was why I submitted it in the first place. I don't think I wouldn't have had the balls to submit it if wasn't for all the encouraging comments and faves. GOD I LOVE DA! :wow: :clap: :hug: Wish me luck, since they'll be going through a reading group. *Crosses fingers and toes and braids boyfriend's hair*

Funny because when I wrote it, I really didn't think it would be well received. In fact, it was my first (and only) Daily Lit Deviation, which I was super honored to receive and I almost didn't notice because I had left/ignored/forgot DA at the time. :dance:

  • Listening to: Yuji sewing
  • Reading: JD Robb
  • Watching: Game Of Thrones
  • Playing: League of Legends

Of pie, rain and other adventures

Journal Entry: Wed Jul 20, 2011, 6:43 AM

We make pie today. It seems to be the perfect sort of day to make it. Rain falls quietly outside, but the sun is shining. The storm that graced the northern part of the islands is gone, but here it rains almost every day.

There are extra apples in the fridge, all sliced and ready to go. We hope we have enough for two. I make the crust while Yuji preps the filling. We switch--he rolls out dough, I cover apples in sugar, flour and cinnamon. We stuff apples into the plate, making sure there is no room. He makes the lattice top, I push butter into the squares. Syrup spills over the sides. We worry about it burning and place it inside another pie plate.

Downstairs I kneel in front of the oven--it's an old one where you have to hold the thermostat and wait till the little blue pilot light flares. We wait, impatient till the temparature reaches 350. We pop the pie in. I go back to work. The timer rings. I check the pie. The house starts to smell ilke cinnamon--bright, earthy and fragrant.

Yuji makes cinnamon bread. I write. The rain slowly stops.

We have adobo*  and pie for dinner.  

Days like this make life awesome. :)

Rediscovering haiku

Journal Entry: Sun Jul 3, 2011, 5:27 AM

A flower in a glass bowl is my first memory of haiku. A particularly enthusiastic art teacher of ours in fifth grade plopped it down in front of us and told us to WRITE A HAIKU. Sadly (and now looking back the memory shames me slightly), I distinctly remember ignoring it and creating a horrible poem about something else, and bugs. Nowadays I find myself watching things more, striving for conciseness as I rediscover haiku.

If you love reading or writing haiku, or know deviants who do, mosey on over to the :iconthe-haiku-club:.

Join the June 2011 Saijiki Contest over here: [link]

Or peruse the wonderful entries of the June Haikuthon here:…

I'm still reading through the Haikuthon entries (so many, so little time!) but here are a few who deserve a fave, your time and perhaps, a good cup of tea to sip while you read their haiku. I was inspired by :iconreddragonfly:'s mini-feature and I would also like to return the favor.

June Haiku30
bury me please where poppies bloom
attacking convention
stirring up a hornet's nest
some things can't be helped
rhythmic cracking
somewhere unseen
—batting practice
the cat nudges me
as I make lunch
—tuna sandwiches
oscillating fan
the black cat chases
withered plants
the heat takes its toll
summer arrives
with a vengeance
30 degrees
weekend trip
we are met at the door
by frowning cats
3 am text
morning class
at pole's end
bean plants reach
at deer park
the smell of manure
sweet memories
deer wander
under Buddha's smile
ancient capital
high above
the oldest wooden structure
two butterflies spar
plants destroyed
the cause discovered
—cat vomit
watching me
from the roadside fence
young crow
among the graves
white butterfly
from the muck
looking at only leaves
she sees beans and squash
—farm girl
obviously the neighbor
has been out with her dogs

Crisp, clean images, :iconalmcdermid: captures moments with an artist's eye and sometimes, humorously. Thought provoking, often charming. Read aloud for best effect.

June 2011 Haikuthon31.  Sunset reflecting
across calm waves.  Dark storm clouds
over head.  Brooding.
30.  High heels on hardwood.
Click-clack.  Click-clack.  Broken hearts
going up in flames.
29.  She calls 911,
panicked and crying.  Problem?
No chicken nuggets.
28.  Lost in the sheets, we
spread love like rib-bones, breathing,
soft, for each other.
27.  Bitten red apple.
Far worms peek from the core.  Bruised
skin hides rotting seeds.
26.  Wild stallions
dance across idle plains.  Tan
manes.  Dust in the wind.
25.  Bikini-clad girl:
California's sunshine
has faded away.
24.  California:
hippies with dreadlocks and girls
wearing bikinis.
23.  Dear boy:  your doe eyes
are striking, large and wild
under your antlers.
22.  Memories of you slither,
waspish, through these empty rooms.
21.  Cape in the wind, hand

:iconbetwixtthepages: has this sensitivity to emotions that I envy. Her writing reminds me of Francesca Lia Block.

June 2011 Haikuthon30.
cloudy morning
maybe it will rain
I tell the staring kitten
alone on the mountain
an airplane
seems terribly loud
who is following us?
leaves crackling with each step-
little bird collecting leaves
under the umbrella
a kraut dog
and an Onion
one bright star
a blink
I see the dipper
all around the house
mowed for fire abatement
but one bunch of poppies
How long since I've been here?
backlit poppies
fire in the sunset
stray lock of hair
when did you get so grey?
halfway down the hill
my horse notices me coming
and decides not to move
river swift with snowmelt
almost touching
the little bridge
Monday morning rain-
quiche flavors from
my friends' gardens
paycheck in my pocket-
across from the hiking trail
new houses being built
horses watching the bush
when I look
the coyote retreats
tempting cool breeze
through the window
as I sit at my desk
not a hint of breeze-
all horses are friends
in the single patch of shade
in the shad

:iconreddragonfly:'s writing is introspective, with delightful snapshots of daily life. She turns ordinary events into beautiful things. :) Many favorites for this series.

:iconesin: explores heartbreak and relationships. Her series reads like a short story told in Polaroids. :)

2011 June Haikuthon30
frog statue
once green
now grey
pale blue light
start of dawn
end of evening
city night
urban sounds
neon rainbow
a tall splash
of orange hue
birds of paradise
furry bushes
with eyes
two cats
on the sidewalk
fallen robin's egg
still whole
escaped chickens
beside the road
all morning
many birds
rainy days
indoor lights
tiny quail
cannot climb
over the curb
thunder booms
shaking dog
sits on my feet
empty night
silence looms
full of heat
fluttered wings
bright yellow
constant visitors
lampost light
orange night
little lanterns
float and blink
night sky
slow start
splotches sidewalks
snow melt -
humming rush
of unseen creek
a weight
against my leg
loyal friend
grey grumbling
from the sky
rain riots
pale moon
in daylight sky
vine covered fence
hidden inside
lonely horse
curling around
reaching waves
tripping over
grass and feet

:iconnorui: Great imagery, summer comes to mind when you read through this series. Lots of interesting little snapshots that leave you wanting more. (And you will).

I'm determined to feature more writers once I finish reading all of the entries! I'll update as soon as I finish reading through the gallery but don't hesitate to check it out for yourself.

Check out my Haikuthon here:…
Wander through the net and visit GONE POSTAL, a collaborative writing project. Updated thrice weekly! My entries are tagged under rm or my full name, Rosemarie. (I know, I know, stop laughing!)

Shut up and drive.

Journal Entry: Wed Jun 22, 2011, 3:50 AM

Now that I know how to drive, sort of, I've been dreaming of old cars. Specifically muscle cars or old beautiful ones that SCREAM AWESOME.

Like this:

And this:

And while I'm dreaming I'd like a pony:

Now if I could finally master shifting without the engine lurching and sputtering.

:iconthewritersmeow: :iconthewrittenrevolution: :iconreadingbreak: :iconthescribblists: :iconsimplypoetry: :iconsimplyprose: :iconlitplease: :iconfantasyauthorsguild: :iconwriters-workshop: :iconhumanconditions: :iconthe-haiku-club:

Corvette image from wikipedia commons, Mustang from and the Ferrari image has been rotting in my hard drive for ages

Gray days depress me.

Journal Entry: Mon Jun 20, 2011, 2:36 AM

Storm season is starting. Days of blustery, blustery wind, gray skies, rustling trees and dammititssocold. I'm trying to work and not think, but it's difficult not to dream on days like this. All you think of is tea and cuddling and maybe a movie or two. Fireplaces and the things you can do in front of them.

Need to catch up with my haikuthon, but life intrudes! And longer poems.

But mostly it's

Check out GONE POSTAL. I'll be joining these talented girls and will be posting weekly. To be disciplined!

I have not heard back from the folio I submitted a few of my poems to. Not a good sign. DEPRESSION ENSUES!

:iconthewritersmeow: :iconthewrittenrevolution: :iconreadingbreak: :iconthescribblists: :iconsimplypoetry: :iconsimplyprose: :iconlitplease: :iconfantasyauthorsguild: :iconwriters-workshop:
:iconhumanconditions: :iconthe-haiku-club:

Mawr, caving in.

Journal Entry: Fri Jun 10, 2011, 12:05 AM

So, I finally got myself a premium membership. :dummy: Just giving it a try, see what I've been missing. This beautiful skin is by :iconmichelleramey:.… ahead and check out her other skins, they're exceptional. Her gallery's awesome too--I love her crisp, well-lit and colorful photos.

It's been a windy and rainy past few days. My boyfriend and I have been bunking in the living room, since the gutters are being repaired and the noise is unbearable up where my room is. Between that and watching Samurai Champloo, I'm proud to report that I have done nothing of value this week except write a few haiku for :iconthe-haiku-club:'s awesome June Haikuthon! Not much going on, really.

Check out the details here.… and please do leave comments on the member's work. A little feedback goes a long way!

:iconthewritersmeow: :iconthewrittenrevolution: :iconreadingbreak: :iconthescribblists:
:iconsimplypoetry: :iconsimplyprose: :iconlitplease: :iconfantasyauthorsguild: :iconwriters-workshop:
:iconhumanconditions: :iconthe-haiku-club:


I've made a promise to myself that I will write more this year. For myself, for others and because I simply enjoy it.
I've also promised to play more League of Legends.

More to come in this gallery! Comments, criticisms and everything is welcome!

Some DA members who rock my socks:

:iconscarypet: :iconzebrazebrazebra: :iconmeaneyed-cat: :iconb1gfan: :iconohfever: (who seems to be on hiatus but the work is excellent)

Groups I'm part of or watching:

:iconthewritersmeow: :iconthewrittenrevolution: :iconreadingbreak: :iconthescribblists:
:iconsimplypoetry: :iconsimplyprose: :iconlitplease: :iconfantasyauthorsguild: :iconwriters-workshop:

is the curse of the drinking classes.
So, I've been gone for ages--mostly trying to get somewhere and work. I work the night shift and face the computer throughout my 8-12 hour shifts, so you can imagine that it's the last thing I want to do when I get home. Things have been going well on the home/life/work front. I got promoted and am now busier than ever. Hence my writing side has gone into some sort of deep hiberation. Imagine a really fat bear that decided to just go to sleep for an extended winter. I feel like I can no longer hear the characters in my head.

So, imagine my surprise when I (finally) take a deeper look at my devart account. I normally pass by and just check how many pageviews I have (never a lot, I like being on the lurker edge of this world). I'd like to thank everyone for the support. It's nice to see that there are people who appreciate my work and (I don't know how to say this in English, my heart feels full, I'm so dramatic)

So thank you for:

First, the numerous :+fav:s and :+devwatch:. I've honestly never had so many!

Second, the Daily Lit Deviation…

Third, thanks to everyone who took the time to comment, leave a criticism or just share their thoughts. I know that sometimes the hardest part of writing is when you feel like you're the only one who feels that way and then to have someone tell you they feel the same way and you were able to put in it in words for them is an enormous, wonderful feeling.

More updates to come soon, as soon as my writing bear comes out of her cave.
  • Listening to: chapters - the low techs
  • Reading: nothing at the moment
  • Playing: requiem
  • Drinking: coffee
busy with work
call of duty 4
life in general. writing sporadically.

updates SOON.
  • Listening to: saliva - bleed for me
  • Reading: the six sacred stones
  • Drinking: gatorade (best hangover remedy)
just really busy. went out of town for a few days. got in a car with barely any sleep and watched the landscape change from mountain ranges to rice paddy plains and now this city jutting out of the map like so many grasping hands.

watched a magnificent sunset go on over skyscrapers. nothing like it.

went around, a few gigs here, too many bottles of beer there. i love manila. it's this fast moving, ever changing world. a lot of secrets hidden away from view when you get off that highway. it's so hot, sweat trickles down your spine five minutes after you've stepped out of the shower.

it keeps raining in short allegro bursts.

i'm still doing haikuwrimo, but the poems are currently in one of my bags, in a notebook and i can't find it. i assume that they are still there though and the bag is still in the car. will upload tomorrow. i'm so sorry i have not been keeping up with everyone, i promise to read through everything when i get back and have the time. i have two jobs now and though the prospect of earning a lot of money is lovely, the inevitable time crunch will kill me. it's college all over again. i hate growing up!

before done, as they say in magic, DARK KNIGHT ROCKED.

  • Listening to: urban dub
  • Reading: city of god / ruby
  • Drinking: gatorade (best hangover remedy)
rarely updates this journal
is 22 and works as a web content writer
likes dogs and sometimes cats, but only sometimes
wants new chuck taylors
coming to you live from a mountain town, where i live there is only the mountains, the city and the neverending rain.
loves books, eats books, is a speed reader
working on a graphic novel with :iconscarypet:
working on my life and contemplating a HUGE move.
but we shall see.


:iconthewritersmeow: :iconthe-literati:
  • Listening to: dito tayo sa dilim
On the private server where I play, they've wiped PETS. I love pets. They give me ranger love and meaning. Wolfmight now has no wolf. :/ Or in this case, gorilla. Magilla!!!! T___T

Been busy. Back from the beach. Lots of poems for NaNoPo. Will upload when done. Also completed WKA chapter 1 and 2 (hey Kitt!), and QUEST (now retitled) 1-7.

am thinking of taking down this site. im not sure about it yet. Anyway, as I debate...

Tagged by: :iconscarypet:

8 Facts About Me
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3. Tagged people should write a journalblog about these facts
4. In the end tag and name 8 people
5. Go to their dA pages and comment saying that they are tagged!

1) I'm really very bad-tempered.

2) Despite being a girl, I usually play a boy when I play RPGs online. And he always has the same name, and is usually a ranger.

3) I always begin a writing session with classical music. (Usually Vivaldi)

4) I own so many books I put them in packing boxes under my bed because otherwise they're just all over my room.

5) I compulsively buy notebooks. Note just pretty ones. My favorite is usually those blue Corona ones. It's so nice to write on them.

6) I'm very hairy. HAHAHAHAHA.

7) I brush my teeth obsessively.

8) I drink at least four cups of coffee a day. :/


:iconhaamiah: :iconkarmamonkey: :iconblackpearleyes: :iconwiccakitten:
:iconarmedconflict: :iconfeefifofum: :icondarkedge666: :iconashengreen:

  • Listening to: The sounds of DOTA
  • Reading: Repairman Jack
  • Watching: Chuck
  • Playing: Petless World of Warcraft
World of Warcraft is detrimental to writing good fiction. Unless you write fanfiction.

A POEM A DAY LIST from ^lovetodeviate's article


  • Listening to: an obscure band
and summer means

beaches and your feet on hot sand
ice cream melting while you try to lick it off your hand

hammock naps with books on your chest
or over your face. or if you're anything like me
in your dog's mouth.

drunken afternoons while your friends try to figure out
how to start the barbeque
(still, you end up eating a lot of charred meat)

drunken evenings when you put every possible fruit
in your invented cocktails

sitting on the steps with the labradors running around the garden

drinking cold coffee in the mornings, with ice!

crazy market trips hunting for lemongrass and basil and things you NEVER EVER USE cause you don't cook

old memories of building sand forts and drinking iced tea with your cousins

lazy hot sweet days that were never long enough.

  • Listening to: stars
i dont know how to write children's litt. really.
ii can't find my draft notebook! i don't know which bag i put it in. not my journal, mind you. the one i write story stuff in.

i found an old album of the stray cats and danced around crazily. i'm getting a belly, so i'm trying to see if i can dance it off in my jammies. haha! or maybe i should just stop drinking, what do you think?

that's it really. not much going on in my small town life.
  • Listening to: stray cats! rowr!
this morning when i woke up there was blood on my pillow and my lip was split open.

i was dreaming of the buffet at the mandarin hotel.  strange. i was with my mom and we ATE everything. i was partial to the strawberries and the blueberries. i wish i was dreaming of something else though.

now my lips look so ugly. :((

notes to myself WORKINPROGRESS i wish computers had the electronic equivalent of post-its.

WKA part II for Kitt, please please send me the revised comic with dialogue! as well as assorted vignettes for WE KILL ANGELS

Spider: very slow, this boy. yet he keeps uploading art!

TRELLIS (short story)
ARCHER, for the family strange
QUEST chapter 5
DRAGON GLORY chapter 3

assorted poems.

wah my lips bleeding again. :C
  • Listening to: armor for sleep
i have nothing to read. help.
  • Listening to: my guilty pleasure
  • Playing: DOTA 6.49C
  • Drinking: gin
Heavy night, it was a heavy night
Feels like we've just, come back from the dead
Heavy night, it was a heavy night
I cannot remember what I said to anyone
If we get up now, we can catch the afternoon
Watch the under15's playing football in the park
Let's sit in St Leonard's on this alcoholic day
We're doing the best, with what we've got

I love you in the morning
When you're still hung over
I love you in the morning
When you're still strung out

I work hard all week and so do you
We deserve to let off some steam
Less orthodox creeping,
We need to rage through all of this life
There might be ones who are smarter than you
That have the right answers that wear better shoes
Forget about those melting ice caps
We're doing the best, with what we've got

I love you in the morning
When you're still hung over
I love you in the morning
When you're still strung out

When I'm with you, I am calm
A pearl in your oyster
Head on my chest a silent smile
A private kind of happiness
You see giant proclamations
Are all very well
But our love is louder than words

I love you in the morning

- bloc party
  • Listening to: blocparty
  • Playing: DOTA 6.49C
  • Drinking: gin