All posts for the month January, 2014

Be The Doge

Published January 29, 2014 by sophiachandler

Just a heads-up that I won’t be posting anything here within these few days. I have been caught up in a whirlwind of homework, tests, social life, family gatherings, food, long naps, extra lessons, Japanese, anime, Sims 3, Youtube, et cetera et cetera.





In Which She is Dizzy with Happiness

Published January 26, 2014 by sophiachandler

Chrome is awesome.

Chrome is absolutely amazing.

Chrome FTW.

Chrome – the solver of all probelms

Chrome for President!

Don’t mind me, I’m just too happy that I can finally watch Youtube, Lifesimmer, TheFineBros and ScreenJunkies again.


Queries (Writing, Love and the Likes)

Published January 25, 2014 by sophiachandler

I attended another beautiful gathering yet once again~

(it seems that I use ‘beautiful’ to describe all the gatherings I attend .-. I wonder why)

but nooooo it WAS fun being there with everyone even though I was giggly and high and had a bit of a lisp/mispronunciation problem going on throughout the whole thing. It was fun trying to tackle two people to the ground and tie them together using a rubber band chains so that they’d be handcuffed for life 😀 and using cheesy pick-up lines on each other and people who blush too easily and shipping people together and getting shipped with people and the guitar and dancing and phone-stealing and revenge and a whole lot of other things.


And when I left everyone including the guys hugged me (that shall be ticked off on my bucket list :D) and I left with warm, fuzzy memories :3

I’d like to know how it’s like to fall in love.

But now I’m home I have to do homework 3: and write my story :(:) and try desperately to develop my characters and MY GOD FINALIZE THEIR NAMES ALREADY SO YOU CAN WRITE and get my storyline straight. If anyone bothers to answer, here are a few questions I have about writing:

  1. How long should a chapter be? As in, approx. how many words/pages (on a Word document)?
  2. How long does it take for the pre-story planning process?



Twinkle Star

Published January 24, 2014 by sophiachandler

When I was younger I abused my worn-out copy or Kira-Kira by Cynthia Kadohata.

I read it so many times, especially when I was about ten and was literally obsessed with everything remotely Japanese. I loved Katie and Lyn and their relationship and Silly and Sammy and I hated Amber with a passion so ardent that the name still gives me bad vibes and I refuse to like it.

I haven’t touched that book in a long while now, but it was one of the reasons why I have liked Japan and its culture ever since.

and then today I listened to this Innocently Angelic song by Kana Hanagawa:

It’s. Shiori. It’s Shiori from TWGOK ohmygosh this lady just sang a song from my favorite manga and anime and it was beautiful, period. How could I not resist falling in love with it? How could I not? Plus Shiori is one of my favorite targets in the series (second only to Ayumi/Tenri).

you have to listen to it.


That matter aside, I just want to say something about a certain friend (ahem ahem Kia *cough* cough*) that I’ve been talking to a lot reaaaaaally recently. Talking to as in spamming. Gommenasai Kia-chan~ but really thanks so much for putting up with my stuff and pretending to be interested even though you weren’t really though or maybe you were I couldn’t tell. And supporting me throughout whatever I did. And forcing me to stay true to my task and pissing off Alex (I gave up on that fanfic in the end, guys. .-.). And telling me I was brave for defending someone (really, I wasn’t, maybe it was a little brave, but it was estupido).

So thanks.

And I love you. Not in the romantic way.


P.S. that was the most awkward confession ik


Published January 22, 2014 by sophiachandler

3 heaps of anger
A dash of confusion
2 teaspoons of the desire to punch somebody (specifically, said person who started the argument)
A Skype group chat

1. Toss the anger, confusion and desire to punch somebody in a mixing bowl.
2. Sift the mixture through the Skype group chat. Make sure mixture is fine.
3. Heat up the mixture at boiling temperature for fifteen minutes. Slowly, pour in hell and stir mixture until thick.
4. Let dish simmer for a few minutes, while adding vulgarities.
5. The dish is now ready to be served.

*note: this dish serves a very pissed-off tree, a meh sheepcat, the cool-calm-collected-but-not-really guy and the camwhore named after diapers.

Tinier-than-Teensy Update

Published January 22, 2014 by sophiachandler

Tinier-than-Teensy Update

I can’t believe it.


I’m currently trying to make Japanese flashcards.

And I’m confused. About a lot of stuff. And sad. Mostly guility. Kind of anger. Somewhat understanding.

How do you apologize to someone whom you called a ‘worthless piece of shit’?

I don’t think you know who I am in real life.

sorry anyways.


Sneak Peek

Published January 19, 2014 by sophiachandler

So here’s a not-so-small snippet of the fanfic:

“You’re moving?” he asks, a trace of disbelief evident in his voice. His eyes are wide. Whether with disappointment, shock, or both, she doesn’t know, but she notices the way his hands ball into fists at his sides, and then relax once more again.

She can’t even understand why he’s looking so upset. The last time they spoke was in the exact same hallway, a week before, when he’d brushed against her accidentally while they were rushing to get to their classes; her to Biology, him to English. He’d apologized briefly and dashed away in the opposite direction before she could say anything.

“Yeah, I am,” she responds warily. She closes her locker, spins the dial on the lock and picks up her bag, slinging it over one shoulder. She looks up. He stares back at her. She can’t read the emotion on his face. Confusion, maybe? She lifts her chin and returns his gaze with an equally intense look.

She feels like they’re in first grade again, two kids standing beside the swing set, twin stubborn glares on their faces. Their arms crossed, glares leveled, stubbornness emerging.

She almost chuckles a little at the memory. That’s how they met. That’s how they became best friends.

That’s how they aren’t right now. Not in the best terms of friends.

That last statement makes her jolt back into reality. She breaks the connection, dropping her gaze. She turns to leave.

“Where’re you going?”

Rolling her eyes, she turns around. “Home, Declan. Home. You know. The house where I live. Where I eat and sleep.”

“Funny, I thought you lived in a garbage dump, not a house.”

“You done playing twenty questions or can I leave? I have other things to do other than playing games with you all day.”

“ I meant to ask you where you were moving to,” he says, his grin vanishing.

“Portland, Oregon,” she sighs. She hears him gasp slightly.

“Damn… that’s all the way on the other side of the country,” he mumbles.

“No shit, Sherlock.”

He’s quiet, letting all this new information process. She watches his face, all scrunched up and confused-looking. She knows that look. For years she recognized it as the confused look Declan got when he was trying to solve a complicated math equation.

His eyes are twin galaxies, still yet to be explored. His eyes were the reason she’d fallen for –

No. Wait. Wait. Her mind’s in a frenzy, trying to banish that piece of information from her mind. She can feel her cheeks heating up and turning scarlet. Alexandra Blanchett has never fallen for Declan Holtman. Ever. No no no scratch that, Alexandra Blanchett has and will never fall for anyone until she graduates from high school.


“You’re blushing,” he says.

“I’m not,” she says hotly.

“You were,” he says, smirking, and she feels the urge to kick him. Preferably, in the balls.

“Was not.”







I’m in love with their relationship. If you can’t tell. It reminds me of Things I’ll Never Say by Avril Lavigne (please go listen to it, I promise it’ll be AWESOME) because of the amount of denial that the two characters have when they’re trying to admit to the fact that they obviously do like/liked each other.

Which is the real thing :3 (I wish)

But I’m getting the feeling that it isn’t turning into a fanfic. It’s this real legit story of hopes and dreams that could possibly become a real tearjerker. And I hope that I’ll be able to stay committed throughout this story, because everything about it makes me want to continue and strive and expand their developing feelings.

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