August: In A Nutshell
And I thought July was hell.
Okay, maybe I’m over reacting here. So August was, well, a busy month. No, there wasn’t any major school event that our Institute needed to host (except for the actual acquaintance party on the 2nd, but the work was all done in July so that doesn’t count). But yes, there was still one event where my presence was needed (believe this: I co-hosted the Buwan ng Wika celebration in our school; say what?). And then there’s the baby thesis. Basically, writing our research paper took most of my time. I didn’t blog weekly like I used to (I only had two posts this month –
two!); I was barely updated with the television and pop culture world; and I was barely sane.
I cannot fathom how come I’m so busy this school year – I wasn’t this crazy stressed before! Oh crap, whatever. I’m ironically happy with this arrangement anyway. God, I’m weird.
AUGUST ARCHIVES
This – this is the event that gave me crazy emotions, crazy amount of stress, crazy fatigue and crazy load of shits. But the success of Casa Misterio (a.k.a. Acquaintance Party 2013) made all the crazy things worth it. This has marked the start of the Liberal Arts Society’s shot to fame (not). Guess what? Because of the outcome of this event, the school got too happy with us that they’d like us to host future school events. What what
what.
Excerpt from this post: “Sometimes I think my brain wants to burst out of my skull.” If that doesn’t convince you to continue reading, I don’t know what will. I have bad humor.
HALLELUIAH CATHARTIC
“What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? – It’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” ©
On The Road (by Jack Kerouac)
LOONY DRAGONSLAYER
The “highlight” of this month compared to July was that, although I was busy, I at least got to read some novels that would later on
ruin my life. Fact: not a single one of my reads failed to make me cry. God, this is embarrassing. I don’t know why but I’m getting really emotional lately – a little touching scene here my eyes would magically turn into a faucet; a little bromance there my heart would burst. Every single scene – even the
happy ones – wrecks my feels.
August reads:
On the Road (by Jack Kerouac) – took me a long time to finish this; it’s a long story but dang the ending ughh!;
The Death Cure (by James Dashner) – still nothing beats Thomas’ fucked up life, Newt I love you;
Eleanor and Park (by Rainbow Rowell) – cried so much I think I’m already crazy, and made me realize how shitty my romantic life is;
Clockwork Princess (by Cassandra Clare) – what the hell I rolled around with this, dang Will Herondale let’s make babies! (Check out my ratings for these books on my
Goodreads account.)
Current read:
1984 (by George Orwell)
EARGASM
FAVORITE PHOTO/GIF
Isn’t this just so freakin’ funny? If you haven’t read the books, you wouldn’t appreciate the beauty and wittiness of this. Every time I look up “Will Herondale” on Tumblr, I see a handful of posts about ducks. Ducks are bloodthirsty beasts. The Herondales face monsters and are obsessed with demon pox, yet they cower at the thought of fluffy ducks. (Honestly, though, ducks are really scary. And big birds.)
AND CONFETTI
Except for the successful Casa Misterio and Buwan ng Wika, I guess we’d have to celebrate the release of “City of Bones” movie. I saw it with my best friend and it was awesome! I barely appreciate movie adaptations of my favorite novels (especially YAs), but surprisingly I liked this. I’ve read some reviews on Goodreads and half of the fans didn’t like it. I don’t know why but I did. I wasn’t expecting some carbon copy of the book, and I know (from past experiences) that production people JUST CAN’T FIT EVERY BOOK SCENES IN ONE MOVIE. Fans would just have to appreciate the effort. And I did. I liked the cast, the effects, the fact that they kept some of the best lines from the book, and Magnus Bane dropped the bomb, and Izzy Lightwood you are amazing, and dang Jamie Campbell-Bower, you are making my ovaries crazy. One thing though: I wasn’t too ecstatic with the soundtrack; the kissing-in-the-garden part could have used a better background music, maybe a Lana del Rey or something more dark and romantic. But it was a fantastic movie nonetheless. (About the photo: I am not a fashion blogger, and I do not make OOTD-with-hashtag.)
September = thesis, Sports Fest (meh) and Candy Fair (!!)
Distractions
Sometimes I think my brain wants to burst out of my skull.
Fact: I over-think a lot. Before, I used to deny that I do, because I don’t want to look like I’m a caveman who fusses over everything, and I don’t want to act like the young Carrie Bradshaw. But lately I don’t care what others think about me anymore. I’ve gone past that insecure stage. I finally had the guts to knock on the door and step inside the DGAF Room of the IDGAF people. Yes, IDGAF anymore… okay maybe
not totally – of course I still listen to my family and the friends I actually regard as friends. IDGAF but that doesn’t mean my mind isn’t open anymore. Going back, yes, I over-think a lot.
I think about so many things at the same time. Sometimes I look at it like an asset, like a gift, because, hello, not everyone can multitask. The ability to over-think comes in handy in several situations/scenarios: for example, when everyone is busy with their own business but not every business is given attention, the over-thinkers can manage
two businesses at the same time. I can work with this and think what to do next with the other. That’s how I perceive over-thinking: multitasking like a mutated superhuman with eight arms and double sets of brain.
Here’s the downside of over-thinking: the inability to focus. For some reason, this is one of my biggest problems, along with my poor eyesight and humungous arms. I cannot focus. I can
never focus. When I was a kid, I think my attention span was average – I could work on a project and not be able to divert myself with extrinsic noises; I could read a petty novelette without the need to slap myself awake. But as I grew older and learned too many things my brain can barely handle, I get distracted easily. Yes, that’s the word:
distracted. I can’t remember a single moment when I’m preoccupied with something and not be distracted with whatever I see with my peripheral vision or hear with my bat ears (just kidding about bat ears). It’s frustrating – all the fucking time.
So this blog post basically talks about my distractions (that’s so weird). I’d write about the moments I got distracted and the felon who/which led to the said distraction. Pray I don’t get distracted right now and lose interest with what I’m doing.
I get easily distracted with noises, and who fucking doesn’t, right? This is such a lame excuse. When I’m at the library and engrossed with something, and then suddenly this bunch of noisy kids would barrage in like it’s the freaking
nightclub, my brain and eyes and everything else – and I guess everyone else’s brain and eyes – will divert its attention to them. It’s really annoying, especially when what I’m engrossed with is something really complicated, like Algebra or the daily crossword. In fortunate moments, I can easily get my bearings and continue on with my business. But in my cranky moments, as much as I would like to be triumphant with finishing a problem or a puzzle, I couldn’t. I just pack everything and sleep (even though it isn’t allowed). God, these noisy kids.
I get easily distracted with my fangirl subjects (Minho will kill me for calling them “subjects”). This affects me more when I’m researching over the Internet. I pull up Google, Facebook, Twitter and sometimes Tumblr – which is a bad idea. Facebook isn’t that distracting (I have trained myself to ignore those selfies); I go to my Mentions page first before scrolling through my timeline so Twitter isn’t so bad either. It’s Tumblr that ruins my life – it’s like a butter that I know would give me too much cholesterol yet it makes everything taste heavenly. Tumblr is where everything awesome, beautiful, handsome, blown-up-ovaries-worthy beings dwell. Even works of arts and book fandoms can be a distraction – I’m so
helpless. You see your Dashboard and then,
bam, your eyes pop and your ovaries/hormones threaten to burst out of their shells. And then I forget what I was supposed to be researching for because that photo of Paul Wesley glued me to my spot. God, these eternally beautiful creatures and arts.
I get easily distracted when I’m in Goodreads. Before, I only go to Goodreads to update my reading status and maybe check out my Recommendations box, but lately I’ve frequented myself with Group/Book Discussions. One of my frustrations in life is not having friends who actually read like their life depended on it. The only friends I know that read can only be contacted online. I want/need someone who I can talk to about how awesome Six is and how fucked up the Gladers’ lives are. Nobody in my school relates. I talk to them about this and that, and then they’d just look at me like I’m spitting out pages of the encyclopedia – and the stories I share aren’t even
that complicated! So to make up for this loss, I got on these discussions, and wow, it’s the best thing ever! Goodreads people are like the Einstein of the 21st century. I don’t even know their real names but I feel like I love them already. God, these smart bookworms.
I get easily distracted with my Book Feels. The emotions I feel while and after reading a novel are now officially called “Book Feels” (dang, I’m so creative). When I’m in class and the professor is discussing something, my mind wanders off to the book I’ve just read. Will Character A be okay? Will Character B choose Guy A, or will it be Guy B? What will Character C prefer for dessert: chocolate fondue or strawberry shortcake? Sometimes I think these authors have formed a
conspiracy to ruin every reader’s life. Or maybe it’s just us – or
me, for heaven’s sake. I can’t disassociate myself with the magical or 1980s fictional world. I always have this bubble wherein every book character exists; I act like the Herondales are real and that Idris is just around the corner. And then I cry a lot when a character dies or when the dialogues are piercingly heartbreaking – okay, also when I get jealous of their awesome romantic life. I have come to realize that I am miserable. God, these authors.
There are still lots of things and phenomena that decreases my attention span. But right now my hunger is distracting me, so maybe a 2.0 will come? (As if I haven’t been annoying enough.)
Photo Blog: Casa Misterio
Hosting the school’s acquaintance party has got to be one of the most challenging and fulfilling task a club/academic society could undertake. The planning, preparation, up to the actual program of Casa Misterio (masquerade-inspired) were the most stressful things the Liberal Arts Society had ever faced. But the outcome of it was so
overwhelming that every pain we experienced vanished in a puff of smoke (or
confetti, because it
was a party). I hope Casa Misterio won’t be the last successful endeavor of our society. Let this not be the end but the beginning of our growth.
The venue (Renaissance Convention Center, Marikina City) pre-party.
At the Registration Table, with Khaye and Joshua.
Oath taking of the Liberal Arts Society officers.
The party faces of the AB Broadcasting students.
The AB Psychology students a.k.a. our siblings from another branch.
AB Broadcasting’s beautiful freshmen: Jane, Anthonette and Joyce. (Khaye, though, definitely isn’t a freshman.)
Le blogger with her party shit plus stress face.
I don’t have a lot of photos since I was achingly running around with my heels all night (floor manager). And besides, my photography skill in dark/dim places is miserable. (I still have the euphoric hangover from this event.)
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August: In A Nutshell
And I thought July was hell.
Okay, maybe I’m over reacting here. So August was, well, a busy month. No, there wasn’t any major school event that our Institute needed to host (except for the actual acquaintance party on the 2nd, but the work was all done in July so that doesn’t count). But yes, there was still one event where my presence was needed (believe this: I co-hosted the Buwan ng Wika celebration in our school; say what?). And then there’s the baby thesis. Basically, writing our research paper took most of my time. I didn’t blog weekly like I used to (I only had two posts this month –
two!); I was barely updated with the television and pop culture world; and I was barely sane.
I cannot fathom how come I’m so busy this school year – I wasn’t this crazy stressed before! Oh crap, whatever. I’m ironically happy with this arrangement anyway. God, I’m weird.
AUGUST ARCHIVES
This – this is the event that gave me crazy emotions, crazy amount of stress, crazy fatigue and crazy load of shits. But the success of Casa Misterio (a.k.a. Acquaintance Party 2013) made all the crazy things worth it. This has marked the start of the Liberal Arts Society’s shot to fame (not). Guess what? Because of the outcome of this event, the school got too happy with us that they’d like us to host future school events. What what
what.
Excerpt from this post: “Sometimes I think my brain wants to burst out of my skull.” If that doesn’t convince you to continue reading, I don’t know what will. I have bad humor.
HALLELUIAH CATHARTIC
“What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? – It’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” ©
On The Road (by Jack Kerouac)
LOONY DRAGONSLAYER
The “highlight” of this month compared to July was that, although I was busy, I at least got to read some novels that would later on
ruin my life. Fact: not a single one of my reads failed to make me cry. God, this is embarrassing. I don’t know why but I’m getting really emotional lately – a little touching scene here my eyes would magically turn into a faucet; a little bromance there my heart would burst. Every single scene – even the
happy ones – wrecks my feels.
August reads:
On the Road (by Jack Kerouac) – took me a long time to finish this; it’s a long story but dang the ending ughh!;
The Death Cure (by James Dashner) – still nothing beats Thomas’ fucked up life, Newt I love you;
Eleanor and Park (by Rainbow Rowell) – cried so much I think I’m already crazy, and made me realize how shitty my romantic life is;
Clockwork Princess (by Cassandra Clare) – what the hell I rolled around with this, dang Will Herondale let’s make babies! (Check out my ratings for these books on my
Goodreads account.)
Current read:
1984 (by George Orwell)
EARGASM
FAVORITE PHOTO/GIF
Isn’t this just so freakin’ funny? If you haven’t read the books, you wouldn’t appreciate the beauty and wittiness of this. Every time I look up “Will Herondale” on Tumblr, I see a handful of posts about ducks. Ducks are bloodthirsty beasts. The Herondales face monsters and are obsessed with demon pox, yet they cower at the thought of fluffy ducks. (Honestly, though, ducks are really scary. And big birds.)
AND CONFETTI
Except for the successful Casa Misterio and Buwan ng Wika, I guess we’d have to celebrate the release of “City of Bones” movie. I saw it with my best friend and it was awesome! I barely appreciate movie adaptations of my favorite novels (especially YAs), but surprisingly I liked this. I’ve read some reviews on Goodreads and half of the fans didn’t like it. I don’t know why but I did. I wasn’t expecting some carbon copy of the book, and I know (from past experiences) that production people JUST CAN’T FIT EVERY BOOK SCENES IN ONE MOVIE. Fans would just have to appreciate the effort. And I did. I liked the cast, the effects, the fact that they kept some of the best lines from the book, and Magnus Bane dropped the bomb, and Izzy Lightwood you are amazing, and dang Jamie Campbell-Bower, you are making my ovaries crazy. One thing though: I wasn’t too ecstatic with the soundtrack; the kissing-in-the-garden part could have used a better background music, maybe a Lana del Rey or something more dark and romantic. But it was a fantastic movie nonetheless. (About the photo: I am not a fashion blogger, and I do not make OOTD-with-hashtag.)
September = thesis, Sports Fest (meh) and Candy Fair (!!)
Distractions
Sometimes I think my brain wants to burst out of my skull.
Fact: I over-think a lot. Before, I used to deny that I do, because I don’t want to look like I’m a caveman who fusses over everything, and I don’t want to act like the young Carrie Bradshaw. But lately I don’t care what others think about me anymore. I’ve gone past that insecure stage. I finally had the guts to knock on the door and step inside the DGAF Room of the IDGAF people. Yes, IDGAF anymore… okay maybe
not totally – of course I still listen to my family and the friends I actually regard as friends. IDGAF but that doesn’t mean my mind isn’t open anymore. Going back, yes, I over-think a lot.
I think about so many things at the same time. Sometimes I look at it like an asset, like a gift, because, hello, not everyone can multitask. The ability to over-think comes in handy in several situations/scenarios: for example, when everyone is busy with their own business but not every business is given attention, the over-thinkers can manage
two businesses at the same time. I can work with this and think what to do next with the other. That’s how I perceive over-thinking: multitasking like a mutated superhuman with eight arms and double sets of brain.
Here’s the downside of over-thinking: the inability to focus. For some reason, this is one of my biggest problems, along with my poor eyesight and humungous arms. I cannot focus. I can
never focus. When I was a kid, I think my attention span was average – I could work on a project and not be able to divert myself with extrinsic noises; I could read a petty novelette without the need to slap myself awake. But as I grew older and learned too many things my brain can barely handle, I get distracted easily. Yes, that’s the word:
distracted. I can’t remember a single moment when I’m preoccupied with something and not be distracted with whatever I see with my peripheral vision or hear with my bat ears (just kidding about bat ears). It’s frustrating – all the fucking time.
So this blog post basically talks about my distractions (that’s so weird). I’d write about the moments I got distracted and the felon who/which led to the said distraction. Pray I don’t get distracted right now and lose interest with what I’m doing.
I get easily distracted with noises, and who fucking doesn’t, right? This is such a lame excuse. When I’m at the library and engrossed with something, and then suddenly this bunch of noisy kids would barrage in like it’s the freaking
nightclub, my brain and eyes and everything else – and I guess everyone else’s brain and eyes – will divert its attention to them. It’s really annoying, especially when what I’m engrossed with is something really complicated, like Algebra or the daily crossword. In fortunate moments, I can easily get my bearings and continue on with my business. But in my cranky moments, as much as I would like to be triumphant with finishing a problem or a puzzle, I couldn’t. I just pack everything and sleep (even though it isn’t allowed). God, these noisy kids.
I get easily distracted with my fangirl subjects (Minho will kill me for calling them “subjects”). This affects me more when I’m researching over the Internet. I pull up Google, Facebook, Twitter and sometimes Tumblr – which is a bad idea. Facebook isn’t that distracting (I have trained myself to ignore those selfies); I go to my Mentions page first before scrolling through my timeline so Twitter isn’t so bad either. It’s Tumblr that ruins my life – it’s like a butter that I know would give me too much cholesterol yet it makes everything taste heavenly. Tumblr is where everything awesome, beautiful, handsome, blown-up-ovaries-worthy beings dwell. Even works of arts and book fandoms can be a distraction – I’m so
helpless. You see your Dashboard and then,
bam, your eyes pop and your ovaries/hormones threaten to burst out of their shells. And then I forget what I was supposed to be researching for because that photo of Paul Wesley glued me to my spot. God, these eternally beautiful creatures and arts.
I get easily distracted when I’m in Goodreads. Before, I only go to Goodreads to update my reading status and maybe check out my Recommendations box, but lately I’ve frequented myself with Group/Book Discussions. One of my frustrations in life is not having friends who actually read like their life depended on it. The only friends I know that read can only be contacted online. I want/need someone who I can talk to about how awesome Six is and how fucked up the Gladers’ lives are. Nobody in my school relates. I talk to them about this and that, and then they’d just look at me like I’m spitting out pages of the encyclopedia – and the stories I share aren’t even
that complicated! So to make up for this loss, I got on these discussions, and wow, it’s the best thing ever! Goodreads people are like the Einstein of the 21st century. I don’t even know their real names but I feel like I love them already. God, these smart bookworms.
I get easily distracted with my Book Feels. The emotions I feel while and after reading a novel are now officially called “Book Feels” (dang, I’m so creative). When I’m in class and the professor is discussing something, my mind wanders off to the book I’ve just read. Will Character A be okay? Will Character B choose Guy A, or will it be Guy B? What will Character C prefer for dessert: chocolate fondue or strawberry shortcake? Sometimes I think these authors have formed a
conspiracy to ruin every reader’s life. Or maybe it’s just us – or
me, for heaven’s sake. I can’t disassociate myself with the magical or 1980s fictional world. I always have this bubble wherein every book character exists; I act like the Herondales are real and that Idris is just around the corner. And then I cry a lot when a character dies or when the dialogues are piercingly heartbreaking – okay, also when I get jealous of their awesome romantic life. I have come to realize that I am miserable. God, these authors.
There are still lots of things and phenomena that decreases my attention span. But right now my hunger is distracting me, so maybe a 2.0 will come? (As if I haven’t been annoying enough.)
Photo Blog: Casa Misterio
Hosting the school’s acquaintance party has got to be one of the most challenging and fulfilling task a club/academic society could undertake. The planning, preparation, up to the actual program of Casa Misterio (masquerade-inspired) were the most stressful things the Liberal Arts Society had ever faced. But the outcome of it was so
overwhelming that every pain we experienced vanished in a puff of smoke (or
confetti, because it
was a party). I hope Casa Misterio won’t be the last successful endeavor of our society. Let this not be the end but the beginning of our growth.
The venue (Renaissance Convention Center, Marikina City) pre-party.
At the Registration Table, with Khaye and Joshua.
Oath taking of the Liberal Arts Society officers.
The party faces of the AB Broadcasting students.
The AB Psychology students a.k.a. our siblings from another branch.
AB Broadcasting’s beautiful freshmen: Jane, Anthonette and Joyce. (Khaye, though, definitely isn’t a freshman.)
Le blogger with her party shit plus stress face.
I don’t have a lot of photos since I was achingly running around with my heels all night (floor manager). And besides, my photography skill in dark/dim places is miserable. (I still have the euphoric hangover from this event.)
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