New Story: Our Secret Lane!

So, what's it about, you might ask? But first, take a look at this cover!

Ta-da! I'm really proud of it.

I came up with the idea when I was just looking around my Tumblr dashboard, and I see that picture, only without words. Then I go to Picnik to put the words. I find pictures in Tumblr, put something dramatic to make it look like a cover, then put in Photobucket. That's how I practice cover making. Also, it's kind of nice to do something productive when I've got nothing to do.

Anyhow,  I came up with Our Secret Lane to put on the image. And today, I was looking at Tumblr again. And then I remember that picture, and suddenly -- bam!  I wanted to use it as a cover.

I'm glad Picnik allows you to change your edits in your photos, because Photoshop annoys me when I can't change the color of this text or something. But this time, I didn't need to use it!

I'm glad I made it Our, not My. It gave me the idea that the guy betrayed the girl by giving away the big secret place. The place where a girl could relax and escape the clutches of mayhem that is available 24/7 that could be easily found anywhere. (If only happiness could be like that . . .  *grumble*)

As for summary, still don't have an official one. But I can say it wouldn't be a happy story. And I forgot to mention it's a short story!

And here's the original picture. 

It's going to be Christmas soon! Eep!

~S.G.C.~

A Journal, Diary, Etc. Entry

November 29, 2011 (Tuesday)

   Being sick isn't a treat. Vomit makes it worse.

   On Sunday, I was sickest. I didn't want to move  and I didn't have any appetite. On Monday, I was better, but still had a little fever. And even though today I didn't have much of an appetite, I'm fine!

   Dad returned from China yesterday. Today, he gave us our souveneirs: bags. Yes, bags. Small sling bags. But the bag I want now (the first one is the cat one which I own, and the other is a striped one, which I want) is to be give to someone else! Shame.

   But then, it's about cheerful giving. Remember that, me. If you have something nice (and it is nice!), don't complain. Other people have nothing.

   Tomorrow's a holiday. as much as I'd love to use it for writing, I'll have to study. My promise to my parents some first!

I, as the writer, can certify that certain sections of this journal, diary, etc. entry has been modified.

My Woes of Being the Only Girl in a Group

My woe started a week ago, on Thursday. To be precise, November 17.

It was our Social Studies class, and people were choosing other people to be in their group for the project. (We have to make  an eggshell picture of a national symbol and write a poem of nationalism. Do it on a 1/8 illustration board.) As more and more people got into a group, I just sat in my chair, reading To Kill a Mockingbird with a pounding headache. Naturally, I gave up reading.

All my negative feelings started when I realized when I still didn't have a group when 99.99999% of the class already had a group.

I was used to being a loner. I spend more time with books than I do with "organic life forms". (aptly put, Hephaestus) But there were random moment like this when I feel so hurt that people are fond of not oticing me at all.

This picture just suited my feelings at that time.

Do you know, what it's like, to be UNWANTED, huh? Do you, DO YOU?  If not, then I can assure you, you have a very blessed life. *spiteful*

Ahem. Sorry for ranting a bit.

Anyway, I couldn't be left alone, (it is a group work) so my teacher somehow managed to get me into a jerk's group. And none of them have the essential artistic skill! And somehow (I had a headache at that time, remember, and I was just in my chair massaging my forehead) I got into an all-guys group. and again, none of them can't paint.

It wasn't a nice Thursday.

I was so frustrated for the whole weekend.

During the course of the next week, we planned. To use the correct term, we tried to plan. We couldn't decide on what to paint, and most of those discussions lasted for five minutes. We decided on the national bird on Thursday.

Yesterday, Friday, did I start making a poem.

And that is how last week was for me.

The national bird. Kinda look wise, doesn't it?

A Discovery!

So, yeah. That's the logo of my discovery.

Yarny is a really nice place to type. Sure, it may still be in beta, but I like the simplicity of the place. No fancy fonts, no worry about forgetting to save, and absolutely no need to worry your little brother discovered that little piece of work-in-progress that you're so protective of. 

Here how Get Yarny describes it: (Get Yarny and Yarny are totally different.)

 A simple to use online writing environment for the high-production, creative writer. Write the way you want to write, using any approach you like in a simple, distraction-free environment. It's novel writing in the cloud.

Sounds good? 

Also, it's all for free. Typing space (with word counter, if that is something that might make you say "Uh-huh") and backup for your documents, all for free. So when your little brother messed with your laptop and it went all AWOL, and while you're in the middle of strangling you're brother because you had an oh-so-important paper to pass tomorrow, you can always remember you copy-pasted it on Yarny.

Yarny was clearly meant for writers. after you typed a few words, everything else except the page fades away, leaving you alone to keep writing.
So, want to try it out here? Tell me what you think!

And just for fun:

Why Did I Make A New Blog?

So, just in case you people new me and my old blog, By S.G.C., you might be wondering why I deleted it.

For those who don't know, it was a site for book reviews, only I changed the concept. I blogged about the ten things I loved about the book.

I deleted it since I couldn't really read all the "in" books. I mean, I live in the Philippines! It wouldn't work out.

So this blog would all be about my life. I'll try to make it interesting! :)