Wednesday, November 30, 2011 @ 1:59 PM |0 comment(s)
I have so many stories to tell you guys! Funny, on my last post I didn’t have anything to share, but now, I’m aching to blog about things. Maybe last week wasn’t really the most memorable or momentous one. Or maybe, I was just too uninspired to write. I’m going with the latter. What, I’m always uninspired! It’s undeniably sad, trust me.
I’ve had a packed weekend (November 26-27). Last Saturday I went to an eye center (after my Team Sports class) and had my glasses fixed. I had its lenses replaced with undamaged ones (my old lenses were broken like it had been stepped on by enormous pairs of feet; it had seen its better days, definitely). And I also needed to have my vision checked. Tada, it got worse. Before, my vision was 125/175, but now, I already have a 250-something vision. Wow, that’s some news – but not a good one. And also, the optometrist said that I have astigmatism (a visual defect causing distorted or blurred vision, The New International Webster’s Standard Dictionary) but it’s still “tolerable”. My grandfather, Romeo Sirios (Mom’s father), also had astigmatism. Hey, grandpop, we click!
The next day, I met with my best friend Zandro Geral and my baby friend Kathleen Valle and saw Breaking Dawn part 1. Yes, finally, I was able to see the “number one movie of the year” (according to their poster-ads – which I gravely disagree with) and die with jealousy at how beautiful Kristen Stewart was and how exquisite her wedding dress looked. Seriously, the dress was amazing and the wedding venue was… ah, I don’t know how to describe it. And also, it was funny because of my favorite Charlie Swan (Billy Burke) and because of – okay, I’m planning on writing another movie review, so I reckon I shouldn’t say anything else yet. It was a good movie, but I’m sticking with my earlier statement that I’m more excited to see the vampire Bella, her superpowers and Renesmee Carlie on Breaking Dawn part 2. We weren’t able to see the beginning of the movie and probably the Hunger Games trailer (FML) because, well, we got lost in SM North EDSA and tada, we were late. It was extra arduous because, geez, the people! You couldn’t walk and feel comfortable at the same time.
But still, with or without the Hunger Games trailer or the opening credits of Breaking Dawn, it was hella fun because of Zandro and Kathleen. I couldn’t even count the many stories and laughter that we shared. We laughed at the most shallow mistakes and least weird instances, like when Zandro said that, next time, we would see a movie in “Greenbolt” (instead of Greenbelt), or when we gave every food we have to Kathleen because both Zandro and I were full-we-could-almost-throw-up, or when he said that I should get braces too (he has braces now) because I have such bad teeth [especially my lower front teeth – they look like uneven fences made by a blind man] and I said that maybe I can just use sandpaper and file them till they’re even as whatever-even-there-is. We are witty and hottie like that. I’m lucky I have friends like those two, and I trust that I would always miss them (geez, I can’t even say these exact words to them in person).
And then Kathleen and I talked about college crushes and things that Zandro can’t know. And then I ridiculously remembered First College Crush. It’s extremely annoying and hurtful. I don’t want to remember him in an inappropriate way. I told her that FCC and I aren’t really close of friends, but he’s really nice to me and he said things to me (via Facebook) that a not-so-close friend shouldn’t (i.e. saying that he misses me, duh – nothing much better and nothing much worse). And about the fête tickets, the movie poster (and I hope he isn’t reading this because I’m going to freakin’ die of shame because these clues are dead on easy). I’m actually trying to look at and appreciate the exterior and interior beauty and splendor (wow, splendor) of other males, so his name would go down to number three (number 1: Sam Concepcion) on my Top Crush Roll (this is revolting). But it hasn’t happened yet, so… Heck, this is really, really horrendous. Can we just forget about this?
I’m adjusting well in school. I just find my other classes really annoying and scary. I’m serious when I say that I’m not doing well in any one of my classes. I barely participate. I barely do extra studies. Deep inside, I want to say a lot of things and explain my peculiar perspectives and ask questions because I’m awfully curious. But I can’t and I don’t because I don’t want to create a scene or something. But these cowardice and apprehension will only give me bad grades. I want an uno again. I’m really nervous about this.
I’m leaving you guys again with a song (because I don’t really have the writing talent to end a drastic post). This song crawled into my heart the first time I’ve read the lyrics (the actual song wasn’t released yet that time), and when I finally able to hear it, oh my freakin’ wonderful God, I cried. Yes, I have no shame. I bawled my eyes out. And every single time I hear it, there’s always something in the song that makes me feel sad – and also giddy. I know it’s shallow and all, but some songs can indeed make us snivel like little stubborn kids.
I finally asked you to dance on that last slow song / Beneath the moon that was really a disco ball / I can still feel my head on your shoulder / And hoping that song would never be over
I haven’t seen you in ages / Sometimes I find myself wondering where you are / For me you’ll always be eighteen / And beautiful / And dancing away with my heart
I brushed your curls back so I could see your eyes / And the way you moved me was like you were in my mind / I can still feel you lean in to kiss me / I can’t help but wonder if you ever miss me
You headed off to college at the end of that summer when we lost touch / I guess I didn’t realize even at that moment we lost so much
This will be one of them weird and random and egotistic posts. I haven’t anything worth to share. I’m actually not in the mood to write… but I’m trying. I don’t want to leave my precious blog inactive. I don’t know what’s wrong with me not having anything to write. Ah, school works plus little petty problems led to an uninspired little petty (not pretty) girl.
What to talk about… school? I’m gradually adjusting. I already have friends (thank goodness), but they’re not what I can call “friend-friends”. A “friend-friend”, in my own made-up dictionary, means someone who is a forever companion, someone who eats lunch and does extra reading with me. My new friends are just friends – friends in a class, not outside it. But I’m not dissatisfied or anything. Maybe I would stumble into someone I can call a “friend-friend” someday in some other place. Diana became my friend-friend not until after a month, after all. And I can wait. I like to wait.
My classes aren’t so bad. I like lots of my classes. I’m taking both Introduction to Literature and World Literature this semester. It looked and felt funny at first. But I like reading, so heck. What’s even funnier is that these two classes are scheduled on the same days. So after my Intro to Lit, my next class is World Lit. The funniest thing, I have the same professor in both classes! I’m not sure if I should feel advanced or feel wearisome. It’s quite insane. I also have Sociology, Biology, Music and Sound Effects in Broadcasting, Broadcast Advertising (which I’m really excited about) and Team Sports (softball, guys). I’m only allowed to take twenty units, so I only have seven irregular subjects, in my forever irregular college life.
I’ve been spending my ‘no-friend-friend’ time in the library. I arrive at school early, and most of the time, I go to the library and check the fresh bulletin (although I only scan the Entertainment section and read my daily Horoscope and the comic strips – I already told myself to really read the important news so I could pursue my dreams in journalism). And after reading funny comics and un-crappy movie reviews about Breaking Dawn (which I haven’t seen yet, for heaven’s sake) and Happy Feet 2 (and maybe some latest developments in Justin Bieber’s baby scandal), I would go to the library’s books section and grab an Encyclopedia Americana or any subject I’m particularly interested to at the moment. Yes, I like to read the encyclopedia. It’s really fun. Mostly I would read about literature and biographies of famous, oldies writers. I’ve read Milton’s, Dickens’, Browning’s and the Brontës’. I check them out either because I need them in class or because I’m just interested in stalking dead writers. Do you think I should really start looking for a potential friend-friend and get on with my social life because stalking dead people is bad and strange?
But speaking of stalking, look what I found. No, it’s not a nude photo scandal; it’s not a new artist I found somewhere and started drooling over. It’s Sam Concepcion. Tada! I really like this photo of him because, oh my freakin’ crazy hormones!, when did this happen?! I didn’t notice that he’s growing like this: muscular, almost ripped, hot, seriously attractive. Oh, the wonders puberty can do. He’s 19, by the way – 19 and looking ASDFGHJKL. I’m so happy for this little guy. He has come a long way, and he can hit that dougie with the craziest swag. Did you know that he’d go international next year? Geez, I don’t know what else to say. If I’m a guy, I’d definitely be jealous of him. No bias or anything, but really. This guy, he’s insanely amazing.
I’d leave you guys with a song that ‘I really find hard to sing but still hopelessly trying to’.
Light on my heart, light on my feet / Light in your eyes I can’t even speak / Do you even know how you make me weak?
I’m a lightweight / Better be careful what you say / With every word I’m blown away / You’re in control of my heart / I’m a lightweight / Easy to fall, easy to break / With every move my whole world shakes / Keep me from falling apart
Tuesday, November 15, 2011 @ 12:36 PM |0 comment(s)
I’m back to school, you guys! It feels good to wake up early and write notes and hate professors again. And it also feels quite funny. Funny, bittersweet, weird feeling. Already a week had passed since the start of the semester. And guess what? I’m still scared on my pants. I’m always very nervous and all every single time I enter the college building. It’s really annoying, trust me. But I guess this is what transferees really feel. I hope I’d adjust soon enough. And I should take note to be friendly to new students next time. I now know how it feels like. Another weird thing: I still haven’t met second year students (I’m writing this on a Sunday, November 13, 2011). I’ve already had classes with the babies (freshmen) and the juniors. I badly want to meet them already because… just because! I need a friend. I’m praying that I would meet a Diana-like version of a friend in my new school. A not-weird thing: we are almost allowed to say “fuck you”, “bitches” and “assholes” in class. Ah, this is why I love the Liberal Arts.
Anyway, I’m currently obsessing over books (that’s new, right?) and new upcoming series and movies. I’ve already finished Silence, the third book from The Hush, Hush Saga by Becca Fitzpatrick. I’m planning on writing another crappy book review about it, but I don’t know what to actually write because I might just talk about how hot Patch Cipriano is and how much I’m wishing that I would stumble into someone just like him on the sidewalk someday. Really, these fictions and impossibilities are making me sad and forever alone. Also, I still haven’t finished The Time Traveler’s Wife (Audrey Niffenegger) because it’s really long, and it’s, according to my best friend Zandro, “a mind-fucker”. It really is. Do you know the novel Paper Towns by John Green (go nerd fighters!)? I want to read it. I love John Green; he’s a proud nerd.
Have you heard about this new movie with Logan Lerman and Emma Watson? It’s an adaptation of the novel, The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. I’ve already read it a long time ago (here is my crappy review), and bam, I fell in love with it. So this movie, which will be released in Fall 2012, is making me cry with excitement. Logan will play as the ever-understanding and total “wallflower” Charlie; Emma will be the artistic and punk-rock type Sam. I hope they would include the “kissing-and-lying-on-the-carpet-still-kissing-quietly-with-an-occasional-moaning” scene in the movie. I’m so stoked – and I’m already feeling infinite this early.
Movie releases I’m also as stoked about: The Hunger Games (starring Jennifer Lawrence as Katniss Everdeen, Josh Hutcherson as Peeta Mellark, Liam Hemsworth as Gale Hawthorne); The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones (starring Lily Collins as Clary Fray, Jamie Campbell Bower as Jace Wayland); The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn part two (starring the famous Twilight stars. What, I guess you already know them). I still haven’t seen Breaking Dawn part one, but I’m more excited about Renesmee Carlie and the vampire Bella with her freakin’ cool but odd superpowers (spoilers for those who haven’t read the book yet). I also heard that Looking for Alaska (John Green) will also have its movie adaptation. Ah, that’s great news! I hope all the novels I had and will read would be turned into films, too. Life’s great, don’t you think? It’s just sad that I haven’t any real, living, functional (wow, my choice of adjectives) friend whom I can talk about these great and phenomenal things with. I need a friend who reads.
On the less boring side, my heart is acting weird again. First College Crush (read this for those who don’t know about him) have been visiting me in my dreams again. And it should have made me happy and inspired had I not been missing him. That is what’s wrong in my dreams: when I dreamed of someone special, either I find it weird or I miss them to a great extent. And my dreams about him were not the usual “was-here-gone-next” drama. He was really there, in his entirety, hanging out with us, laughing, freakin’ hugging (crazy), intertwining hands (crazier), a little peck on the cheeks from time to time (craziest). It’s making me sad because they could never happen, and revolted because, what the hell, they could really never happen. Also, my dreams are making all my emotions heightened – like what happen to vampires in The Vampire Diaries (what, you don’t know about that? You should probably start checking the epic series out). Every time I see him in Facebook and stuff, I immediately look all stupidly infatuated. And when he tagged me in his post one time, I got all giddy and on the verge of performing my “I’m-so-happy-I-wanna-cry” affair. I was quite happy that he remembered me. And the most freakin’ awesome and scary thing happened: HE WAS HERE. In my blog. In my tag board. I don’t want him here because he might take time to really read my posts and accidentally read about FCC and ultimately and roughly guess that I’m talking about him. I don’t want him back here again. However weird I may sound, but seriously, I would ban him if I could. FCC, I like you alright, but please don’t make it hard for me.
I have a crazy life – and I’m making it a lot crazier. Would you like to join me in my ride to the crazy land? Geez, and I’m seriously attempting to sound swag and cool.
Six Feet Under My Pillows
Saturday, November 05, 2011 @ 3:53 PM |0 comment(s)
I’m having weirder dreams again. Funny, when I looked the word “dream” up in a dictionary, it says “extremely pleasant”. Yes, my dreams are indeed extremely pleasant. But they are just so ridiculous and hopeless that they don’t feel extremely pleasant anymore – they already hurt. And right now, I will be sharing to you, my dear readers, two of my weirdest and most outrageous dreams to date.
“Status: In a Relationship” | 24th October 2011
With Michael Trevino (Tyler Lockwood), Candice Accola (Caroline Forbes), Kat Graham (Bonnie Bennet), Zach Roerig (Matt Donovan), Steven R. McQueen (Jeremy Gilbert) of The Vampire Diaries
So I’ve dreamed of the whole (almost whole) Vampire Diaries cast. It was awesome just as how much as it was impossible. And it was seriously weird. The settings of my dream kept changing as my sleeping positions changed. What I could only remember were: 1) I was friends with Tyler, Caroline, Bonnie, Matt and Jeremy; 2) my Paul Wesley (Stefan Salvatore) wasn’t there (FML); 3) even Nina Dobrev (Elena Gilbert) and Ian Somerhalder (Damon Salvatore) weren’t present; 4) we were on a long, winding road trip; and 5) I was dating Tyler Lockwood – I WAS FREAKIN’ DATING TYLER FREAKIN’ LOCKWOOD!!! Oh, Tyler: the horny jock turned hornier werewolf turned sired jerk hybrid. Awesome – but hurtful. You see, in real life, I’m a big “Forwood” (Forbes-Lockwood) shipper, so I was kind of sad and confused that Tyler dumped Caroline – oh, my sweet Caroline – and settled with me – oh, the awkward and lame me. I was like, Tyler, had you lost your taste?
But it was good (for all its worth). And Tyler turned out to be a very sweet guy. He laughed with me, carried my things, held my hand, sat beside me on the bus (or van – whatever) and didn’t care that I was not as hot as his past girlfriends/hook ups, or that I wasn’t as horny as he was. Anyway, the witch Bonnie was still dating the ghost whisperer Jeremy; the Barbie vampire Caroline was back into another ghost whisperer Matt’s arms. So I guessed everyone was happy.
The second scene from this dream was freakin’ weird and horrible because I turned out to be married to Tyler already, and that we were expecting a freakin’ baby. Who’s horny now, eh? But there was this villain named Axis or Iris, and she said that every pregnant woman who got out of the shade and felt the sun’s warmth would lose their poor, helpless babies. And it was creepy, trust me. Strange, were the preggos all vampires and didn’t have a ring to protect them from the sunlight? Even stranger, didn’t the vampires burn to ashes under the sun and not lose their babies (if they could even conceive)? It was the strangest of things, but it was so bad because it happened. One mother from where we were staying lost her baby. And yes, because of the sun. Scary.
And that was the end of my dream. I didn’t want to know what happened next because the thing with the sun and babies was creeping the heck out of me. The dream was over, and so pregnancy over, boyfriend-turned-husband Tyler over, hanging with the TVD cast over.
I just hope that Stefan Salvatore will visit me in my dreams, too. I love you, Stefan, ripper or not ripper.
“I’m Going Glee” | 23rd August 2011 With Damian McGinty, Samuel Larsen, Lindsay Pearce, Marissa von Bleicken of The Glee Project
This dream was impossible, to begin with. I hadn’t any idea how I could relate this to my real, complicated life. Not in any way. Could you imagine yourself in one room with Samuel, Lindsay, Marissa and freakin’ Damian of The Glee Project?! This was what I say point zero, zero, zero, zero probability.
It was a short dream. We were waiting and hanging out in a room, and I was sitting next to Damian and the other three were standing (weird, the others were standing, and I was beside Damian – but I liked it). Someone suddenly came in and handed everyone something. She said that it was like a token or remembrance from the show’s staff and crew. The girls were given red flats (yes, shoes. Weird), and Samuel received a necklace (awesome), and for Damian was a ring (fancy).
Damian didn’t like the gift at first. I didn’t know why. Lindsay was trying to give it to him and trying to put it on his ring finger. He declined. Maybe Lindsay liked him and was being extra sweet and nice. Maybe Damian knew it and didn’t like the idea or didn’t like her back. That was what I thought (remember that this was just my dream and not happening in real life. No hates and bashing on both parties).
I stepped into their scene and tried to convince Damian that the ring would look good on him. Not because I liked him, like Lindsay [in this dream] (‘cause I like Cameron Mitchell, not Damian), but because I thought that it was kind of weird and rude to refuse a gift in the first place. I persuaded him, and he didn’t rebuff anymore. I put the ring on his finger, and he didn’t try to take it off. The ring was weird. It looked like something extracted from the pages of a Harry Potter book – or something about the Victorian or Medieval Age. It looked cursed. Maybe it was vintage. Maybe it was just the design. But Damian liked it in the end. Oh, the convincing powers of mine. Oh, the convincing powers Lindsay didn’t have. There was some physical touch, did you notice? Eep! PHYSICAL TOUCH WITH DAMIAN FREAKIN’ MCGINTY!!! I hope next time Cameron would be with us, too (gee, and I was seriously thinking it could really happen).
Wednesday, November 30, 2011 @ 1:59 PM |0 comment(s)
I have so many stories to tell you guys! Funny, on my last post I didn’t have anything to share, but now, I’m aching to blog about things. Maybe last week wasn’t really the most memorable or momentous one. Or maybe, I was just too uninspired to write. I’m going with the latter. What, I’m always uninspired! It’s undeniably sad, trust me.
I’ve had a packed weekend (November 26-27). Last Saturday I went to an eye center (after my Team Sports class) and had my glasses fixed. I had its lenses replaced with undamaged ones (my old lenses were broken like it had been stepped on by enormous pairs of feet; it had seen its better days, definitely). And I also needed to have my vision checked. Tada, it got worse. Before, my vision was 125/175, but now, I already have a 250-something vision. Wow, that’s some news – but not a good one. And also, the optometrist said that I have astigmatism (a visual defect causing distorted or blurred vision, The New International Webster’s Standard Dictionary) but it’s still “tolerable”. My grandfather, Romeo Sirios (Mom’s father), also had astigmatism. Hey, grandpop, we click!
The next day, I met with my best friend Zandro Geral and my baby friend Kathleen Valle and saw Breaking Dawn part 1. Yes, finally, I was able to see the “number one movie of the year” (according to their poster-ads – which I gravely disagree with) and die with jealousy at how beautiful Kristen Stewart was and how exquisite her wedding dress looked. Seriously, the dress was amazing and the wedding venue was… ah, I don’t know how to describe it. And also, it was funny because of my favorite Charlie Swan (Billy Burke) and because of – okay, I’m planning on writing another movie review, so I reckon I shouldn’t say anything else yet. It was a good movie, but I’m sticking with my earlier statement that I’m more excited to see the vampire Bella, her superpowers and Renesmee Carlie on Breaking Dawn part 2. We weren’t able to see the beginning of the movie and probably the Hunger Games trailer (FML) because, well, we got lost in SM North EDSA and tada, we were late. It was extra arduous because, geez, the people! You couldn’t walk and feel comfortable at the same time.
But still, with or without the Hunger Games trailer or the opening credits of Breaking Dawn, it was hella fun because of Zandro and Kathleen. I couldn’t even count the many stories and laughter that we shared. We laughed at the most shallow mistakes and least weird instances, like when Zandro said that, next time, we would see a movie in “Greenbolt” (instead of Greenbelt), or when we gave every food we have to Kathleen because both Zandro and I were full-we-could-almost-throw-up, or when he said that I should get braces too (he has braces now) because I have such bad teeth [especially my lower front teeth – they look like uneven fences made by a blind man] and I said that maybe I can just use sandpaper and file them till they’re even as whatever-even-there-is. We are witty and hottie like that. I’m lucky I have friends like those two, and I trust that I would always miss them (geez, I can’t even say these exact words to them in person).
And then Kathleen and I talked about college crushes and things that Zandro can’t know. And then I ridiculously remembered First College Crush. It’s extremely annoying and hurtful. I don’t want to remember him in an inappropriate way. I told her that FCC and I aren’t really close of friends, but he’s really nice to me and he said things to me (via Facebook) that a not-so-close friend shouldn’t (i.e. saying that he misses me, duh – nothing much better and nothing much worse). And about the fête tickets, the movie poster (and I hope he isn’t reading this because I’m going to freakin’ die of shame because these clues are dead on easy). I’m actually trying to look at and appreciate the exterior and interior beauty and splendor (wow, splendor) of other males, so his name would go down to number three (number 1: Sam Concepcion) on my Top Crush Roll (this is revolting). But it hasn’t happened yet, so… Heck, this is really, really horrendous. Can we just forget about this?
I’m adjusting well in school. I just find my other classes really annoying and scary. I’m serious when I say that I’m not doing well in any one of my classes. I barely participate. I barely do extra studies. Deep inside, I want to say a lot of things and explain my peculiar perspectives and ask questions because I’m awfully curious. But I can’t and I don’t because I don’t want to create a scene or something. But these cowardice and apprehension will only give me bad grades. I want an uno again. I’m really nervous about this.
I’m leaving you guys again with a song (because I don’t really have the writing talent to end a drastic post). This song crawled into my heart the first time I’ve read the lyrics (the actual song wasn’t released yet that time), and when I finally able to hear it, oh my freakin’ wonderful God, I cried. Yes, I have no shame. I bawled my eyes out. And every single time I hear it, there’s always something in the song that makes me feel sad – and also giddy. I know it’s shallow and all, but some songs can indeed make us snivel like little stubborn kids.
I finally asked you to dance on that last slow song / Beneath the moon that was really a disco ball / I can still feel my head on your shoulder / And hoping that song would never be over
I haven’t seen you in ages / Sometimes I find myself wondering where you are / For me you’ll always be eighteen / And beautiful / And dancing away with my heart
I brushed your curls back so I could see your eyes / And the way you moved me was like you were in my mind / I can still feel you lean in to kiss me / I can’t help but wonder if you ever miss me
You headed off to college at the end of that summer when we lost touch / I guess I didn’t realize even at that moment we lost so much
This will be one of them weird and random and egotistic posts. I haven’t anything worth to share. I’m actually not in the mood to write… but I’m trying. I don’t want to leave my precious blog inactive. I don’t know what’s wrong with me not having anything to write. Ah, school works plus little petty problems led to an uninspired little petty (not pretty) girl.
What to talk about… school? I’m gradually adjusting. I already have friends (thank goodness), but they’re not what I can call “friend-friends”. A “friend-friend”, in my own made-up dictionary, means someone who is a forever companion, someone who eats lunch and does extra reading with me. My new friends are just friends – friends in a class, not outside it. But I’m not dissatisfied or anything. Maybe I would stumble into someone I can call a “friend-friend” someday in some other place. Diana became my friend-friend not until after a month, after all. And I can wait. I like to wait.
My classes aren’t so bad. I like lots of my classes. I’m taking both Introduction to Literature and World Literature this semester. It looked and felt funny at first. But I like reading, so heck. What’s even funnier is that these two classes are scheduled on the same days. So after my Intro to Lit, my next class is World Lit. The funniest thing, I have the same professor in both classes! I’m not sure if I should feel advanced or feel wearisome. It’s quite insane. I also have Sociology, Biology, Music and Sound Effects in Broadcasting, Broadcast Advertising (which I’m really excited about) and Team Sports (softball, guys). I’m only allowed to take twenty units, so I only have seven irregular subjects, in my forever irregular college life.
I’ve been spending my ‘no-friend-friend’ time in the library. I arrive at school early, and most of the time, I go to the library and check the fresh bulletin (although I only scan the Entertainment section and read my daily Horoscope and the comic strips – I already told myself to really read the important news so I could pursue my dreams in journalism). And after reading funny comics and un-crappy movie reviews about Breaking Dawn (which I haven’t seen yet, for heaven’s sake) and Happy Feet 2 (and maybe some latest developments in Justin Bieber’s baby scandal), I would go to the library’s books section and grab an Encyclopedia Americana or any subject I’m particularly interested to at the moment. Yes, I like to read the encyclopedia. It’s really fun. Mostly I would read about literature and biographies of famous, oldies writers. I’ve read Milton’s, Dickens’, Browning’s and the Brontës’. I check them out either because I need them in class or because I’m just interested in stalking dead writers. Do you think I should really start looking for a potential friend-friend and get on with my social life because stalking dead people is bad and strange?
But speaking of stalking, look what I found. No, it’s not a nude photo scandal; it’s not a new artist I found somewhere and started drooling over. It’s Sam Concepcion. Tada! I really like this photo of him because, oh my freakin’ crazy hormones!, when did this happen?! I didn’t notice that he’s growing like this: muscular, almost ripped, hot, seriously attractive. Oh, the wonders puberty can do. He’s 19, by the way – 19 and looking ASDFGHJKL. I’m so happy for this little guy. He has come a long way, and he can hit that dougie with the craziest swag. Did you know that he’d go international next year? Geez, I don’t know what else to say. If I’m a guy, I’d definitely be jealous of him. No bias or anything, but really. This guy, he’s insanely amazing.
I’d leave you guys with a song that ‘I really find hard to sing but still hopelessly trying to’.
Light on my heart, light on my feet / Light in your eyes I can’t even speak / Do you even know how you make me weak?
I’m a lightweight / Better be careful what you say / With every word I’m blown away / You’re in control of my heart / I’m a lightweight / Easy to fall, easy to break / With every move my whole world shakes / Keep me from falling apart
Tuesday, November 15, 2011 @ 12:36 PM |0 comment(s)
I’m back to school, you guys! It feels good to wake up early and write notes and hate professors again. And it also feels quite funny. Funny, bittersweet, weird feeling. Already a week had passed since the start of the semester. And guess what? I’m still scared on my pants. I’m always very nervous and all every single time I enter the college building. It’s really annoying, trust me. But I guess this is what transferees really feel. I hope I’d adjust soon enough. And I should take note to be friendly to new students next time. I now know how it feels like. Another weird thing: I still haven’t met second year students (I’m writing this on a Sunday, November 13, 2011). I’ve already had classes with the babies (freshmen) and the juniors. I badly want to meet them already because… just because! I need a friend. I’m praying that I would meet a Diana-like version of a friend in my new school. A not-weird thing: we are almost allowed to say “fuck you”, “bitches” and “assholes” in class. Ah, this is why I love the Liberal Arts.
Anyway, I’m currently obsessing over books (that’s new, right?) and new upcoming series and movies. I’ve already finished Silence, the third book from The Hush, Hush Saga by Becca Fitzpatrick. I’m planning on writing another crappy book review about it, but I don’t know what to actually write because I might just talk about how hot Patch Cipriano is and how much I’m wishing that I would stumble into someone just like him on the sidewalk someday. Really, these fictions and impossibilities are making me sad and forever alone. Also, I still haven’t finished The Time Traveler’s Wife (Audrey Niffenegger) because it’s really long, and it’s, according to my best friend Zandro, “a mind-fucker”. It really is. Do you know the novel Paper Towns by John Green (go nerd fighters!)? I want to read it. I love John Green; he’s a proud nerd.
Have you heard about this new movie with Logan Lerman and Emma Watson? It’s an adaptation of the novel, The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. I’ve already read it a long time ago (here is my crappy review), and bam, I fell in love with it. So this movie, which will be released in Fall 2012, is making me cry with excitement. Logan will play as the ever-understanding and total “wallflower” Charlie; Emma will be the artistic and punk-rock type Sam. I hope they would include the “kissing-and-lying-on-the-carpet-still-kissing-quietly-with-an-occasional-moaning” scene in the movie. I’m so stoked – and I’m already feeling infinite this early.
Movie releases I’m also as stoked about: The Hunger Games (starring Jennifer Lawrence as Katniss Everdeen, Josh Hutcherson as Peeta Mellark, Liam Hemsworth as Gale Hawthorne); The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones (starring Lily Collins as Clary Fray, Jamie Campbell Bower as Jace Wayland); The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn part two (starring the famous Twilight stars. What, I guess you already know them). I still haven’t seen Breaking Dawn part one, but I’m more excited about Renesmee Carlie and the vampire Bella with her freakin’ cool but odd superpowers (spoilers for those who haven’t read the book yet). I also heard that Looking for Alaska (John Green) will also have its movie adaptation. Ah, that’s great news! I hope all the novels I had and will read would be turned into films, too. Life’s great, don’t you think? It’s just sad that I haven’t any real, living, functional (wow, my choice of adjectives) friend whom I can talk about these great and phenomenal things with. I need a friend who reads.
On the less boring side, my heart is acting weird again. First College Crush (read this for those who don’t know about him) have been visiting me in my dreams again. And it should have made me happy and inspired had I not been missing him. That is what’s wrong in my dreams: when I dreamed of someone special, either I find it weird or I miss them to a great extent. And my dreams about him were not the usual “was-here-gone-next” drama. He was really there, in his entirety, hanging out with us, laughing, freakin’ hugging (crazy), intertwining hands (crazier), a little peck on the cheeks from time to time (craziest). It’s making me sad because they could never happen, and revolted because, what the hell, they could really never happen. Also, my dreams are making all my emotions heightened – like what happen to vampires in The Vampire Diaries (what, you don’t know about that? You should probably start checking the epic series out). Every time I see him in Facebook and stuff, I immediately look all stupidly infatuated. And when he tagged me in his post one time, I got all giddy and on the verge of performing my “I’m-so-happy-I-wanna-cry” affair. I was quite happy that he remembered me. And the most freakin’ awesome and scary thing happened: HE WAS HERE. In my blog. In my tag board. I don’t want him here because he might take time to really read my posts and accidentally read about FCC and ultimately and roughly guess that I’m talking about him. I don’t want him back here again. However weird I may sound, but seriously, I would ban him if I could. FCC, I like you alright, but please don’t make it hard for me.
I have a crazy life – and I’m making it a lot crazier. Would you like to join me in my ride to the crazy land? Geez, and I’m seriously attempting to sound swag and cool.
Six Feet Under My Pillows
Saturday, November 05, 2011 @ 3:53 PM |0 comment(s)
I’m having weirder dreams again. Funny, when I looked the word “dream” up in a dictionary, it says “extremely pleasant”. Yes, my dreams are indeed extremely pleasant. But they are just so ridiculous and hopeless that they don’t feel extremely pleasant anymore – they already hurt. And right now, I will be sharing to you, my dear readers, two of my weirdest and most outrageous dreams to date.
“Status: In a Relationship” | 24th October 2011
With Michael Trevino (Tyler Lockwood), Candice Accola (Caroline Forbes), Kat Graham (Bonnie Bennet), Zach Roerig (Matt Donovan), Steven R. McQueen (Jeremy Gilbert) of The Vampire Diaries
So I’ve dreamed of the whole (almost whole) Vampire Diaries cast. It was awesome just as how much as it was impossible. And it was seriously weird. The settings of my dream kept changing as my sleeping positions changed. What I could only remember were: 1) I was friends with Tyler, Caroline, Bonnie, Matt and Jeremy; 2) my Paul Wesley (Stefan Salvatore) wasn’t there (FML); 3) even Nina Dobrev (Elena Gilbert) and Ian Somerhalder (Damon Salvatore) weren’t present; 4) we were on a long, winding road trip; and 5) I was dating Tyler Lockwood – I WAS FREAKIN’ DATING TYLER FREAKIN’ LOCKWOOD!!! Oh, Tyler: the horny jock turned hornier werewolf turned sired jerk hybrid. Awesome – but hurtful. You see, in real life, I’m a big “Forwood” (Forbes-Lockwood) shipper, so I was kind of sad and confused that Tyler dumped Caroline – oh, my sweet Caroline – and settled with me – oh, the awkward and lame me. I was like, Tyler, had you lost your taste?
But it was good (for all its worth). And Tyler turned out to be a very sweet guy. He laughed with me, carried my things, held my hand, sat beside me on the bus (or van – whatever) and didn’t care that I was not as hot as his past girlfriends/hook ups, or that I wasn’t as horny as he was. Anyway, the witch Bonnie was still dating the ghost whisperer Jeremy; the Barbie vampire Caroline was back into another ghost whisperer Matt’s arms. So I guessed everyone was happy.
The second scene from this dream was freakin’ weird and horrible because I turned out to be married to Tyler already, and that we were expecting a freakin’ baby. Who’s horny now, eh? But there was this villain named Axis or Iris, and she said that every pregnant woman who got out of the shade and felt the sun’s warmth would lose their poor, helpless babies. And it was creepy, trust me. Strange, were the preggos all vampires and didn’t have a ring to protect them from the sunlight? Even stranger, didn’t the vampires burn to ashes under the sun and not lose their babies (if they could even conceive)? It was the strangest of things, but it was so bad because it happened. One mother from where we were staying lost her baby. And yes, because of the sun. Scary.
And that was the end of my dream. I didn’t want to know what happened next because the thing with the sun and babies was creeping the heck out of me. The dream was over, and so pregnancy over, boyfriend-turned-husband Tyler over, hanging with the TVD cast over.
I just hope that Stefan Salvatore will visit me in my dreams, too. I love you, Stefan, ripper or not ripper.
“I’m Going Glee” | 23rd August 2011 With Damian McGinty, Samuel Larsen, Lindsay Pearce, Marissa von Bleicken of The Glee Project
This dream was impossible, to begin with. I hadn’t any idea how I could relate this to my real, complicated life. Not in any way. Could you imagine yourself in one room with Samuel, Lindsay, Marissa and freakin’ Damian of The Glee Project?! This was what I say point zero, zero, zero, zero probability.
It was a short dream. We were waiting and hanging out in a room, and I was sitting next to Damian and the other three were standing (weird, the others were standing, and I was beside Damian – but I liked it). Someone suddenly came in and handed everyone something. She said that it was like a token or remembrance from the show’s staff and crew. The girls were given red flats (yes, shoes. Weird), and Samuel received a necklace (awesome), and for Damian was a ring (fancy).
Damian didn’t like the gift at first. I didn’t know why. Lindsay was trying to give it to him and trying to put it on his ring finger. He declined. Maybe Lindsay liked him and was being extra sweet and nice. Maybe Damian knew it and didn’t like the idea or didn’t like her back. That was what I thought (remember that this was just my dream and not happening in real life. No hates and bashing on both parties).
I stepped into their scene and tried to convince Damian that the ring would look good on him. Not because I liked him, like Lindsay [in this dream] (‘cause I like Cameron Mitchell, not Damian), but because I thought that it was kind of weird and rude to refuse a gift in the first place. I persuaded him, and he didn’t rebuff anymore. I put the ring on his finger, and he didn’t try to take it off. The ring was weird. It looked like something extracted from the pages of a Harry Potter book – or something about the Victorian or Medieval Age. It looked cursed. Maybe it was vintage. Maybe it was just the design. But Damian liked it in the end. Oh, the convincing powers of mine. Oh, the convincing powers Lindsay didn’t have. There was some physical touch, did you notice? Eep! PHYSICAL TOUCH WITH DAMIAN FREAKIN’ MCGINTY!!! I hope next time Cameron would be with us, too (gee, and I was seriously thinking it could really happen).
Already several months had passed, and I am missing Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry more and more each fleeting day. There are just some things in life that we can never forget – especially that something that had given us knowledge, skills, strong relationships and a second home. I am glad that everything in the magical world is now at peace, since Voldemort (yes, I can now say his name; no need to be afraid) had died. I had secretly admired Tom Marvolo Riddle (Voldemort’s birth name) though, because of his intelligence, passion and love for magic. Wasn’t he very clever to think of and conjure his seven Horcruxes to preserve his life, or form a clan of Death Eaters who were very loyal to him and would give up their lives just for him to succeed? Not everybody can acquire that much loyalty from people these days. I do not, however, admire him for the way he had carried out all of his plans. He had a good agenda, his means just weren’t morally right. But he still is one of the darkest wizards of all time… and let’s leave it that way.
Oh, for all those who are baffled of what I’m saying here and who the heck I am, my name is Christine Faye Ordas, and I am an alumnus of Hogwarts. I came from the bronze-and-blue-clad house of the smart ass witch Rowena Ravenclaw and her dictum “Wit beyond measure is a man’s greatest treasure.” And yes, I know the wonderful Luna Lovegood (she’s such a darling) and Harry Potter’s first crush Cho Chang. I had just left Hogwarts last May. Right now I am trying to pursue a career in magical researches, literature and writing. It’s my dream to inscribe intellectual books, publish and sell them in Flourish and Blotts for the future Hogwarts students’ use. I am also planning to credibly write for the Daily Prophet, the magical world’s primary news bulletin. And of course, I will be very much honored to contribute to Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood’s Quibbler (hence, my interest in magical researches). I have always found the Lovegoods a fascinating family, and I bet working with and for them will be very exciting. Or maybe, in Merlin’s beard’s time, I can write legends and bedtime stories like the famous – and wickedly brilliant – Beedle the Bard.
And that’s how my life goes these days. I am utterly missing my old school, my friends, the Great Hall, the bronze eagle knocker just outside the Ravenclaw common room, Professor Flitwick (the head of our house), Hogsmeade, the Quidditch matches (although I didn’t actually play for the house), the moving portraits, the castle ghosts, the pumpkins on Halloween, the giant pine trees on Christmas, Rubeus Hagrid’s (Hogwarts’ gamekeeper) tea and treacle fudge – even the crabby Argus Filch (Hogwarts’ caretaker) I miss. Maybe I can visit the school grounds sometimes and see how the magical world’s been doing since Voldemort died (I’ve been spending my months in the muggle world, you see). I’ve heard everybody’s been moving on and starting all over again; the ministry is back on work under Kingsley Shacklebolt; and Harry Potter’s scar haven’t been disturbing him since. All is well, indeed.
And because of that, we should celebrate and drink firewhisky! Oh, I still don’t drink firewhisky; I can take butterbeer or tea or pumpkin juice – just not firewhisky, please.
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