May 18, 2011, Friday,
Everything’s a standstill. Classes are nearing, and I feel as if I’ve done nothing productive in particular. I haven’t read a single book throughout the entire widespread of the summer season (because I’m beyond broke), but what really irritates me is my summer laziness. I could be writing, but I always end up procrastinating instead. I can’t even put myself up to watch a movie. I’m practically dead inside. The past two weeks though have been fun, but other than that, it’s a complete blank. I need to sort things out. I don’t want to enter college regretting what I could’ve done this summer.
By the way, the season finale of How I Met Your Mother premiered the other day. It was beyond disappointing. The writers threw away quality in order to sell. It completely sucks. It’s still my favourite show though.
Sorry for not updating my blog these past days too. I’ve been too busy staring into nothingness.
Eleven Questions
Daisy tagged me on her eleven questions post. Since I have nothing better to do, I’ll just answer her questions. I won’t tag anyone else though; because, I’m that lazy.
1. How long have you been on Tumblr?
I signed up for Tumblr on August 20, 2010. I also wrote my first post on the same day.
2. Tell me something about your current lovelife.
My current lovelife has been non-existent for the past year or so.
3. Tell me something about your student life.
It’s hard. Balancing everything really is easier said than done. I don’t study as much anymore, so exams seem to be twice as difficult than what I expect it to be. It’s my fault of course, but I’ll fix that in the coming year.
4. What things do you easily get attracted to in a girl?
Her eyes and hair if we’re talking about first glances here, but if I were to talk to a random girl directly, her voice and how she speaks would be one, include in that the essence of what she’s saying.
5. Favorite song as of the moment?
Just Like Heaven by The Cure
6. Internet or outside world?
Outside world, of course.
7. Top 5 male bloggers.
- vvvincentvan.tumblr.com (Photo and Art Blog)
- whoisrobertpo.tumblr.com (Art Blog)
- mynamegian.tumblr.com (Photo Blog)
- doubleduke.tumblr.com (Poetry and Photo Blog)
- justintajon.tumblr.com (Photo Blog)
8. Top 5 female bloggers.
- heartfuldream.tumblr.com (Photo Blog)
- trishintheskyofdiamonds.wordpress.com (Poetry Blog)
- myrollingstar.tumblr.com (Traditional Art Blog)
- leilennyb.tumblr.com (Personal/Photo/Literary Blog)
- karenfelloutofbedagain.tumblr.com (Literary and Personal Blog)
9. Favorite book?
This is actually difficult. I’m a (literary) bookworm. I’ve read lots of books already, but settling for one favourite book is like choosing between life and death. Let me think. It really depends on my context of favourite. The connotation differs from when I was 10 up to my current age right now, so I have to refrain from choosing. Screw this. I love books. That’s what matters.
10. If you could go back in a certain event, what would that be?
November 2001. I forgot the exact date since I was very young then, but I remembered everything. It was the day when my mom and I accidentally watched Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone in the cinema instead of Thirteen Ghosts. I’d go back to that point just to thank my mom for forcing me to watch Harry Potter instead. I owe her big time for introducing me to magic. I’d be an entire different person if I weren’t able to watch that on that day too.
11. Do you believe in 11:11?
No, because I don’t believe in fairy tales.
May 5, 2012, Saturday,
Most of the times, we don’t fall in love with the person we’re with, but we fall in love with the moment, that moment where everything’s in place, right where it’s supposed to be. The tension between glances, the flushed faces the two of you show one another, the heavy atmosphere being in each’s presence, those feelings are irreplaceable and wonderful, but it’s the moment, not the person. I find that entirely unfair that you realize everything else, every single surrounding and feeling, yet you’re entirely clueless of what’s really happening. You two are together but undeniably unable to reach each other’s hearts.
I’m extremely stubborn, arrogant, selfish, short-tempered, and down right careless at times. Although I always put other people ahead of me, I rarely consider what they’re feeling at the moment. I’m such a stuck up prick for that. I care too much, yet I don’t understand what they’re going through at all. I’m too focused at trying to cheer or help them up when I should have listened and remained quiet. I need everyone to realize this; because, I’m getting sick of all the compliments, saying how kind or understanding I am. It’s suffocating. I’m not ang ry or anything. I’m just really sick of getting compliments. It’s okay, but it comes to a point when some people whom I’m not close with see me on how they’ve heard of me, not on who I really am . I’d actually appreciate it if someone tells me upfront how arrogant I am at times. If it were a random girl, I’d definitely fall for her for saying that. I’m a human being after all. To some of you, I’m not who you think I am. That’s why getting to know a person is crucial. Don’t let a heresay be a basis or a first impression of someone for you. Actually speak to them. Just because you hear that some person is kind doesn’t mean he’s only kind. He can be kind and be an insensitive prick at same time, like me.
Here’s my schedule for the coming semester. The pre-sectioning was chaotic. I assumed as much, but it was more chaotic than what I had in mind. So, I’m alone this coming semester. Some went together; some went their separate ways, sad to say that I’m one of them. I had no choice. I can’t risk having conflicts with my academics and my org duties. I need to set my priorities straight this coming sem; because, I need to prove something. The pressure’s heavy on my part. I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore.
It was a short time, but I had fun. I’m going to miss 1-10 and everyone in it. All good things come to an end, but like what it has always been, goodbyes never were easy.
On this day, May 2, The Battle of Hogwarts took place.
This is to all the witches, wizards, and magical creatures who perished on that day while fighting against Voldemort and his Death Eaters. We remembered. We remember. We will remember. We raise our wands for you.
Lumos!
detention and sandwiches for breakfast
Whether it may be the 80’s, the 90’s, or the present decade, teenagers will be teenagers. We screw things up, and that’s the end of that. Expectations murder reality, leading us to a post-broken state of uselessness every exam after another, but the thing is, although the used-up advice of “you’re not the only one” pretty much covers it, we truly are not the only ones that goes through such things. The journey and experience are different in every way, but we all go through the same thing, in different magnitudes at least.
The Breakfast Club is an 80’s teen film about a single Saturday, where five students are in line for detention for the whole morning and afternoon. They were tasked to write an essay of no less than a thousand words about who they are and why they were there. That’s a big question when you think about it. Who are you? As a teenager, you’re supposed to not know who you fully are. You know who you are, but don’t know who you are. The film tackles about stereotypes and pressure. It’s often funny, but as the film goes on, you’ll set aside the minor laughs in the end to ponder on your own thoughts. Which stereotype were you in the movie? Were you the athlete? The brains? The princess? The basket case? Or the criminal? Regardless of who you were, in the end, everyone’s on the same boat, same pressure, same problem, different people coming from different worlds.
For the film, it’s the insight that matters. I highly recommend everyone to watch this, especially to High School students. To make it clear, the movie’s not about growing up; rather, it’s about teenagers and society’s influence on them. There’s no better gain from a movie than a handful of insights and lessons to learn from.
Yes, it’s one awesome movie so watch it. For the record, I gave this a score of 10/10.
April 16, 2012, Monday,
Eventually, paths would cross. We forget, we remember, and we take time to look ahead. Two lives with a distant shared past are bound to meet at a right time and place, but due to the notion the world forced upon moments such as these, we come to think that it’s a chance of mending or even reconciliation. We lose reason, blinded by the illusory promise of cinematic happy endings. We fail to see that it’s a time of closure, a right time for a proper goodbye that failed in the past because of broken emotional attachments. Most think that proper goodbyes aren’t needed, but saving what’s left is important, for like people and feelings, hearts too are fragile.
Love in the Sunrise of Graveyard Mornings
April 4, 2012, Monday,
We went to visit my grandfather’s grave this afternoon.
It was peaceful. The streets were full of leaves; they were empty, clear and narrow, both silent and calm. Sitting above concrete floors of graveyards, an idea went into my head, a kind of idea that comes once in a while. It was an idea for a novel which I do intend to write in the future. I won’t ponder on details, but the idea was flowing as I walked down the hill-like tops of the cemetery while night was catching up on us. It was a remarkable experience to think of it. I’m even excited of writing it right now, but I don’t know. If I ever want to write it, I want to write it at a proper time where my writing skills are enough to live up to the expectations of it. I would be very much happy to write it right now, but again, it’ll only be raw. I’ll want until it blossoms and becomes ripe.
A title did pop into my head while I was glaring into this tall withered tree. Love in the Sunrise of Graveyard Mornings, I don’t know if I’ll stick to that when I write it, but as of now, that’s what it is, and I don’t plan on changing it.
So I finished watching Sherlock,
It was brilliant. Beyond brilliant actually. The last episode was a masterpiece. Sherlock was utterly defeated by Moriarty. Say everything, but we all damn know well that Moriarty burned Sherlock to the ground, brilliant. Moriarty’s brilliant. Sorry if I’m not making much sense. I’m quite in a hangover from watching. I’m especially hungover Moriarty’s plan. Again, it was beyond brilliant.
I don’t want to spoil, so I’ll leave it at that.
Oh and wait, I believe in Sherlock. Even if I were in Lestrade’s position (I’m pertaining to his actual position as the police head), I would believe in Sherlock, and yes, I actually have proof. Remarkable series. Let’s hope for the best when the third series comes out.
