The Gratitude List

2013 had its fair share of blissful and grueling moments, but I would rather leave behind all the pain I've dealt with this year as I try to move on and do better (or at least try to have a better year) in 2014... which is just a few hours from now.

As I am determined to start the new year in a positive light, my last post for 2013 will be about the good side of 2013. This will, I hope, be able to show all those I've mentioned on this list how grateful I am that they've been part of my 2013 - the year I officially became an adult. (Hysterical though, the fact that I'm an "adult". I mean please.)

1.) My parents. Most especially my mother - the most important person in the world to me. I am thankful for the daily sacrifices that they do for me and my brother, for putting us to school, for always thinking of us before themselves, and for supporting us in every way possible. Also, of course, for buying me my material whims. He hehehe hehe ♥

2.) Jiggy Fernandez, Bea Daayata, and Krisleen Mayormita. I don't know if I'll ever be able to show you guys just how thankful I am that you were around during my countless nights (and actually even days) of crying. You claim you do not know how to comfort, but just being there for me is already more than enough. And of course, how would I ever survive Chemistry 17, 28, and 31 + Zoo 10 and 102 if not for you three. Much love, mah main bitchez.

3.) My other roommates, Karla Magsipoc and Anjelou Estrella. We may not be, in a sense, that close, but I am really thankful that both of you listen to my endless rants and give such good advice because you've went through the same shit as well. Thank you for keeping my secrets, Bitch #1 and Bitch #2.

4.) AJ Caspillo, Raye Magalonga, and Val Bebita. To my other three best bitchez in UPV, it's a pity we do not live in the same dorm, because I know I would also be thanking you for the same stuff as the bitchez in number 2. Anyway, thank you for always showing me a good time, for having my back, and for giving the best hugs ever. I don't even want to imagine college life without you.

5.) Eunice Sheene Fulgencio. For the nights I've annoyingly texted you or chatted to you about my petty feelings and problems, I am honestly sorry. I am, however, very much grateful to you for listening (or is it reading) to those rants and never failing to make me feel a lot better afterwards. I hope you never get to feel the same pain that I've felt and am still feeling.

6.) Ruod Ariete and Ennah Tolentino. I know distance is making us drift apart, but I'm still really glad that you guys continue to stick around. Thank you for those supportive text messages and for allowing me to rant to you via text even though you guys were most likely busy with your schoolwork. I really do love you guys. *hugs

7.) PH batchmates! How could I not thank you for all the epic night outs and batch lunches/dinners that never fail to make my day?

8.) My cousins, Ate Nina and Ate Crizza. Thank you for being the big sisters that I've always wanted, and for planning the best birthday that I've ever had. Of course, thank you as well for the numerous insights and advices that you've given me not only for this year but for as long as I could remember.

9.) Everyone I've met in 2013. One way or another, you've been a part of my life. Thank you for that. I do not have the memory to be able to list down each one of you and what you did that made my 2013 better, but perhaps you remember, and so thank you for remembering, along with you simply being in my life. Friends are always something to be thankful for.

10.) Jarem. I am hoping that you would never be able to read this because this would just be another addition to the cheesy things I've told you this year. You, however, cannot be excluded from this list because you were the best part of my 2013. Thank you for coming into my life this year and making me feel loved, as well as giving me the some of the happiest moments yet. Also, I cannot leave out all the good bands and songs you've introduced to me. (Heh.) I've learned so much from being with you, and so again - thank you. For everything. Yep, everything, even the bad times. I wish you well.

And there you have it, my 2013 in a nutshell (or more appropriately, my 2013 in a thank you list). Let's all hope for a good 2014, shall we?

Ew, feelings, ew.

I really didn't deserve all the shit you put me through. You were a lesson. I may not know exactly what life wanted me to learn from the bliss and the pain that I experienced with you, but perhaps someday I will understand why and exactly what role you had to play in my life. But there is nothing else I could and should say except thank you; some of the moments where I have been the happiest was with you, albeit some of the saddest I've been was also because of you.

I am still broken, despite my desperate attempts to be okay. But it will take time to heal, of course, and sooner or later, I will be able to say that I am fine and actually mean it.

Homebody Survival Kit

With super typhoon Yolanda looming over us, it is the wiser option to simply stay indoors. If you're not one for just staying at home and enjoying the confines of your own room, it's probably my job to advise you on what to do to keep yourself entertained. This is, of course, because I am a veteran stay-at-home kind of person.

Before any violent reactions, I am not actually going to "advise" you, rather just share with you what I do at home that makes me not want to leave the house at all. It might help your situation of not being able to leave your own house in preparation for the impending storm.

1. Read a book. Reading books will allow you to travel to different places for awhile (while you can't yourself); it will allow you to live an adventure with the words that you devour. Personally, I'm rereading my favorite novel - Why We Broke Up, penned by Daniel Handler. If you haven't read it yet, you should, along with The Lover's Dictionary by David Levithan. They're both easy reads which would definitely help you pass time.

2. Have a movie marathon. In your favorite genre, preferrably. And if you're into chickflicks, let me just plug in my favorite chickflicks that YOU SHOULD SEE IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THEM YET: Stuck in Love, This Means War, 50 First Dates, Leap Year, and Just My Luck. (Two Chris Pine movies because Chris frigging Pine!!!)

3. Have a series marathon. Not all that different from the second one, but with the free time cast upon you, it is definitely a good time to catch up on your favorite TV series or maybe begin watching one you've been meaning to. *cough* New Girl *cough*

4. Take long naps. School sucks the life out of you. And it steals your time for naps. "Nap when you can" - that's the motto. NWYC is not as catchy as YOLO, of course, but who would really refuse a good nap?

5. 8Tracks. If you haven't discovered this wonderful, wonderful music version of Narnia yet, then you'll be thanking me. This website gives you access to free playlists made by people all around the world, and there will surely be tons of playlists to suit your taste. I never regret spending time on the site as it is there that I've stumbled upon some of the best songs ever written. Go on, child, 8Tracks awaits.

Drowning

In every storm there is bound to be a silver lining, just as in every silver lining, there is (or had been) a storm. What I've learned in my eighteen years of existence is that nothing is ever completely good and nothing is ever completely bad. There have been numerous times when I've felt that the bad outweighs the good, when I neglect the good because they seem to have been trumped by every bad, sad, mad feeling in the world. But that's the thing - no matter how tough things may seem sometimes, you have to keep holding on; to keep fighting for what little good there may be. After all, in letting go of the bad, you will also inevitably let go of the good that comes with it.

And I can't. I can't let you go. Even if it means that I have to shed tears more often than I'd like to. Even if it means I have to suck up my insecurities and put my faith in what you say; in you. Even if it means that I have to deal with all the pain that comes in a package-deal with the wonderfulness that is you. (Cue in sarcastic "well that escalated quickly" coupled with necessary eyeball rolling.)

Because nothing is ever completely bad and nothing is ever completely good. You give me both, and I want both. No matter how overwhelming the storm may seem sometimes - in a sense that I feel as though I am drowning - the silver lining in you, in us, is worth the temporary struggle.

You are still, and will perhaps always be, my lifesaver.

The cheapest debut gift ever, but.

First of all, I know you don't like compliments, so this should serve as my apology for the string of compliments I'm about to give you.

Hey Eunice Sheene, we haven't been together much at all, perhaps even if we count the hours we spent together in last sem's Aqua Sci 16, Comm 2, and Soc Sci 2 classes, but I am undeniably closer to you than my actual classmates; fellow Clovers. It's not that I have anything against them, it's that you have "something".

Let me talk about that something - I think I first saw you as we were lining up to pay tuition for the second sem of our first year in college, and I remember how I couldn't stop staring at you because I found you incredibly pretty. (First compliment. Oops.) Then, for some reason, you were my classmate in all of my GE subjects save for one. That, thankfully, gave me a legit reason to talk to you without seeming creepy. Although I am aware that I am giving off the stalker/lesbian vibes right now. Smooth moves, Lesh.

Anyway, pressing fast forward to summer: I will forever be grateful to Twitter that it allowed me to get to know you and actually become your friend. And at the risk of sounding creepy again, I was glad to find out that we had a lot in common, like attraction to good grammar and taste in music and favorite movies. And of course, let's not leave out another really great thing you and Twitter did for me... my *cough* love life *cough*.

Finally, I'd like to thank you for always being there to listen to my insecure rants, and that you trust me enough to tell me your own secrets. (JUST KNOW, FUTURE ADMIRERS OF EUNICE, THAT IF YOU EVER SO MUCH AS LET HER SHED ONE TEAR, YOU ARE DEAD TO ME.)

I don't know where I'm going with this post anymore though, but you should know that I'm extremely lucky to have someone like you in my life - beautiful, strong, intelligent, talented, and awkward. (Heh, awkward. Also, there's that string of compliments I'm apologizing for.) Since you're already too much a part of my life, I hope you never leave. I channelled creepy vibes again, didn't I. Anyway.

Happy legality, "Mom"! I love you a lot. And I'm always a text away. 

The summer curtain draws.

The first day of my sophomore year in college begins tomorrow, and that, of course, implies the end of my summer vacation as well. Despite the fact that my day started off on the wrong foot (parents giving me a mouthful for another thing I've done to tick them off, apparently), June 9 progressed into one of the best days of my 2013 summer.

In a moment of utter spontaneity, one of my really good UP friends - Jarem, suggested that we pig out in Jollibee. By coincidence, my cousin was set to attend a birthday party in the General Luna branch of Jollibee; things aligned and I got to spend time with one of the coolest people I know while eating some of the best fast food according to my palette. (The company was the best part, duh.)

At around six pm, my mother took me and my cousin to Skinetics for a spa session. It may be too soon to say this, but I have probably completely and irrevocably fallen in love with their jacuzzi and the bubbles and the rose petals and the warm water and you must get it by now. The spa was immensely relaxing; a highly appreciated treat in the face of the impending doom that is sophomore year of college.

Finally, we ended our day with dinner in Ohana. Ohana may not be as good as my favorite Japanese restaurant, Karate Kid, but it was still Japanese food, and I am undeniably a sucker for Japanese food.

Conclusion: Final day of summer - well-spent.

Day 12, 13 and 14.

Now's your cue to applaud my procrastination, and my determination to make up for it through a jammed post. Sorry for putting off the book challenge, I just wasn't into the writing mood as of late.

Day 12: A book you used to love but don't anymore.

Honestly, it isn't a single book that I've come to unlove, but a whole series - The Twilight Saga. I'm not saying that Stephenie Meyer sucks (pun intended), because she is undeniably an epic writer. The way she molds words to perfectly capture the pictures she forms in her head is amazing. The reason why I don't "love" the Twilight Saga anymore is the same reason why my thirteen-year old self fell in love with it in the first place - the romance. I may be a self-confessed hopeless romantic, but I've realized that the Twilight Saga takes sappy to a whole new level, and it is not endearing. Meyer's The Host is still one of my favorite novels, but the novels about the unbelievable Edward-Bella romance isn't anymore.

Day 13: Your favorite writer.

I cannot narrow down the best authors to just one, so I'd have to say that my favorite writers are Jenny Han, John Green, David Levithan, Sarah Dessen, and of course, J.K. Rowling.

Day 14: Book from your favorite writer(s).

The Belly Conklin trilogy for Han, The Fault in our Stars for Green, The Lover's Dictionary + Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist for Levithan, The Truth About Forever + Along for the Ride for Dessen, and THE WHOLE HARRY POTTER SERIES for J.K. Rowling, duh.

Playlist x 2

My previous blog entry boiled down to me promising to make a playlist inspired by a Tumblr post. Since it will probably take me awhile to blog again (what with classes resuming), I decided to take advantage of what little is left of my "leisure time" and make two playlists. Not that it was a challenge or anything, but hey, effort.

The first playlist comprises of sappy, slow  love songs that express all my cheesy, gay feelings for the person I like. I might never have the guts to tell him personally exactly how I feel (and thank him for how he makes me feel), so this playlist will do all the talking, or singing, for me.

I have more love for this second playlist because it holds all of my favorite clingy, affectionate songs. All the songs on this playlist have lyrics that hold so much meaning, and if a boy could feel for you all the feelings captured by those songs, then there is no other way to dub you but as a lucky duck. And yes, as the title suggests, should the situation arise and a boy sings me any of the listed tracks, I would perhaps lose a bit of my heart to him.

The way you inspire me.

Tumblr is my constant source of entertainment and inspiration. It frightens me sometimes to think that there are posts that could so keenly and accurately define my life, and they weren't even penned by me. It is, however, good to know that there are others who feel my petty feelings; who experience the same awkward moments that comprise my life.

Every once in a while, I guess I'd like to have a Tumblr inspiration post, featuring things that scream "Lesh". Why I suddenly felt the need for this is because of the photo below:

Later today, or probably tomorrow, I'll be posting my own version of an "Everything I Could Never Tell You" playlist, because there is no better way to (un)say what you feel than through music.

Casual Clue Drop

His name starts with a letter in the first half of the alphabet. I know it's vague, but I don't exactly intend to let people know who I like. If it were public information, then why the heck would I call it a secret crush?

Another vague but slightly more helpful clue (so as to let you know it's not who you think it is), he doesn't live in a place that starts with the same letter as his name does.

Ain't no better drama queen.

Tell me how to stop a feeling. Tell me there's a way to poison the butterflies in my stomach. Tell me how to defeat the army that marches in my chest. Because I don't know where this is going, I don't know where I stand with you, and I don't know if you're being sincere. Do it now. Tell me how to destroy the affection that's quickly building up for you, because if you don't, I will just go ahead and fall for you.

And if you're not planning to catch me, then I strongly suggest you do all the stopping and eradicating of my one-sided emotions right now. I don't need another heartbreak.

Day 11: A book you hated.

I have yet to encounter a book that I hated. There may be a few books that I never got around to finishing, and it's usually because they're dragging and boring, but they're never so badly-written that I felt the need to "hate" the book. However, there is one book I dislike more than the other books I've deemed boring: The Good Earth.

I apologize but, I don't even remember the author, and I only vaguely remember what the novel is about. The only reason why I even bought a copy and read it until the end was because it was a required read in my English class for my second year of high school. It was tolerable, however, I still have no love for the China and poverty-centered novel.

Day 10: Favorite classical book.

Yes, I know, I gave in to my sloth tendencies and ignored the 30-Day Challenge. And I apologize for that. Honestly, I was planning to discontinue the challenge already but my then one of high school teachers urged me to "find time to write". (Thanks, Sir Rod!) This is, therefore, the beginning of the 30-Day Reading Challenge part two.

When the phrase "classical/classic books" is introduced, boring would be the first word that pops into my head. See, even though I'm a sucker for books, I have to admit that I don't have much love for the classics. It may be because of the epistaxis-inducing terms used, or perhaps my taste simply doesn't conform to the writing style of the earlier authors. There are, of course, some exceptions to my classic-books-are-boring outlook, my favorite being A Wrinkle in Time by Madeline L'Engle. Shoutout to my bestfriend, Ruod, who gave me the book for Christmas two years ago!

A Wrinkle in Time may have been intended as a children's novel, but even as a teenager, I have nothing but praise for it. I love how it acknowledges that life isn't always smooth-sailing, how it had the element of realness, such as the absence of a father-figure from a family. In another bout of honesty, I would have to say that the romance element also helped my interest and affection for L'Engle's novel. Of course, it couldn't have been rewarded a Newbery medal if it wasn't as good as I claim it to be.

Without question, this classical novel is un-boring and definitely worth reading.

The long overdue "dear crush" letter.

Hello, you.

I wish I could muster up the courage to type your name point blank, but I can't. I also wish I could directly tell you all of the things I'm about to write. Finally, I wish you'd reciprocate all my seemingly gay feelings for you. Then again, wishes are wishes, not truths. Still, I'm keeping my fingers crossed that one day you'll like me back.

I have no idea why I've fallen this hard for you - we've never even had a proper conversation. Sure, we may have exchanged a few words to each other at one time or another, but they didn't really have much substance. I must admit, though, that I've learned bits and pieces of your personality through those short exchanges. Albeit that the "conversations" were short-lived, I still managed to derive that you are as crazy, random, weird, and lazy as I am. I guess I shouldn't leave out the fact that I realized your being temperamental at times. That's okay, though, because I am too. Another thing, in all our conversations, you've never failed to make me laugh. And I like that. I like boys who can make me laugh effortlessly.

Though I know that you have this particular vice which is undeniably one of the biggest turn-offs for me, I've wrapped my mind around the fact that you must probably have problems too difficult to deal with at times, and that the stress might be getting too much for you to handle. Perhaps that vice may be the only temporary escape that works for you. So no, when I knew you had that vice, it surprisingly did not "turn me off". (Oh look, I've made up an excuse for you. I must like you a lot.)

I've no idea what's gotten into me, why I can't take you off my petty train of thought. It certainly doesn't help that you are extremely attractive - that smile, well, no words are adequate enough to describe it. But I know I can't have you. Especially not now when I hear you like this other girl, and this other girl likes you back. (Who wouldn't like you back, though?) And that girl is not the only one who vies for your attention; so many others do, as well. What chance would I have against the throng of beautiful faces, or vixens, or intelligent minds that relentlessly chase after you?

Perhaps no matter how many 11:11, shooting star, or eyelash wishes I dedicate to you, you'd never share the feelings I have for you. I will still, however, dedicate all the wishes that I'll be making to you, with high hopes for the impossible.

I'd like to end this very cheeseball letter by thanking you for the luxury of letting me know you, for the luxury of you acknowledging my existence. You might never know how much our few words mean to me.

Love from your almost stalker, Lesh.

Note: This was penned a month ago. I only managed to post it now because I have issues. Okay, yep. Bye.

Unproductive Productiveness

It scares me to think that something I can put together in only five minutes can so keenly define my life. (Or my summer counterpart.) Behold my thinspiration, sartorial inspirations, and skateboarding aspirations.

At least putting this crap together made me momentarily forget the immense heartbreak I am feeling right now courtesy of the disbandment of A Rocket to the Moon. Let me just plug in that it is not easy to move on from the breaking up of one of your favorite bands. I shall now eat my sorrow away.

The Significance of Pointed Hats

One of my favorite "hanging out" activities involves a movie marathon and a pigging out session. My deemed partners-in-crime in such activities belong to the short roster of people that I can actually be myself with - Tommy and Andrea.

Ever since the end of high school, Tommy, Ande and I have been conducting mini-movie marathons. A significant fact about these marathons is that we watch at least one horror movie. And no, it is not because we are brave and unaffected; frankly, we scream at the first sign of alleged paranormal activities. Of course, there is also the unspoken rule of stuffing ourselves with tons of unhealthy, fattening junk food during all our movie marathon sessions.

Yesterday wasn't just any other movie marathon sesh though. Andrea and I decided to throw a very mini surprise birthday party for Tommy. Albeit not yet his birthday, Ande and I knew we had to do something even just remotely special for Tommy's eighteenth since both of us wouldn't be in Iloilo City on the exact date of his birthday.

Should you wonder why we didn't go all out on Tommy's surprise birthday (with oodles of people and whatnot), it's not because we didn't want to, rather because first of all, he doesn't like surprises anyway, and second of all, he's as much of an introvert as I am. There may be a third reason... One that involves money. Or the lack thereof.

The mini-surprise came in the form of a book, his favorite cheese ice cream, and red velvet cake. The ironic thing is, we were more surprised by the fact that Tommy treated us to lunch for his birthday. (Sorry we couldn't do much better, Tom, and thank you for the food!)

But damn son, you're lucky to have me and Andrea in your life to throw you these mini surprise parties. HE HE HE, just kidding. Or not. Anyway. Happy, happy birthday (in advance) to you! Apparently, I cannot deny the fact that your presence has significantly increased the quality of my life. Yep.

Midnight Thoughts

If the chance for me to tell you how I feel arises, I will probably tell you. But then again, I am deathly afraid that you'll just laugh in my face, or be disgusted, or worst of all - erase all traces of my existence in your system. So then again, I might not tell you, but burying my feelings for you in the deepest corners of my overly emotional soul will not destroy them. In fact, my feelings will probably always be there, trying to fight their way out of my own suppression.

Day 9: A book you thought you wouldn't like but ended up loving.

To Kill a Mockingbird. I know, I know. There must've been a reason for its being a classic, I, however, immediately ruled it out as a bore because it was a required read for our English class. I usually associate required reading materials to extremely boring novels which will make the students deliberately suffer, hence its being deemed as a "necessary read".

As I started reading To Kill a Mockingbird though, I quickly became engrossed in the stories of Boo, Atticus and Scout. In fact, all the characters in the story were interesting, and so I felt the need to devour each word as quickly as possible so I would learn the final outcome of the masterpiece that is To Kill a Mockingbird.

What I've come to love about this classic is that it stresses the importance of kindness, community and respect. It also gives emphasis on the value that one should not judge a book by its cover as most of the time, people aren't what they seem. And of course, who am I; who are you to be in a position to scrutinize and criticize others, especially when we're not even aware of what they have been through or are going through.

Day 7 & Day 8 - Most underrated and most overrated book.

Mentally slapping myself over missing the Day 7 Reading Challenge, therefore, I choose to merge challenges Day 7 & Day 8. Not entirely sure of what the significance of that statement was, though. Anyway, getting to the point:

The most overrated book in my opinion is Twilight. Although I do find Stephenie Meyer's writing skills to be extremely good, I don't understand what people deem as great in her Twilight series. I do agree that Edward Cullen is the perfect gentleman, but honestly, who would want to date a centuries-old person. No, I don't care that Edward Cullen is supposedly very attractive and hard to resist, he's still... ancient. His dating Bella actually makes him a pedophile of some sort. Sorry, I'm not sorry. But I will admit to immensely fan-girling over some of his and Bella's "moments". I will probably never understand why my 13-year old self begged my parents to buy me all four books from the Twilight series and more so, why I enjoyed reading it so much. Self-embarrassment.

The most underrated book on the other hand is probably Legend by Marie Lu. Let's face it, not many have heard of this book, much less read it. Legend, however, was the first dystopian novel I've read and inevitably the reason why I have this intense fascination (and undying love) for dystopian novels. Legend has been overlooked, what with other dystopian stories being commercially promoted through movies or upcoming series. Yes, I do mean The Hunger Games and Delirium, and no, I do not have a hatred for those other two dystopian series. You should know that I immediately devour the words and fall in love with any dystopian novel I get my hands on. I wouldn't, however, want Legend to go mainstream, otherwise everyone would be reading it and twisting it into something it's not. And that would perhaps break my heart. I guess it's better that it stays underrated, then.

Day 6: A book that makes you sad.

There are three books that easily come to mind under the description "books that make me sad". These three books are Why We Broke Up by Daniel Handler, The Fault in Our Stars by John Green, and Delirium by Lauren Oliver.

Why We Broke Up did not make me cry. It did, however, give me that heart-wrenching feeling as I've gradually come to understand why they did break up. It has easily become one of my favorite books as it isn't yet another cliché love story where unquestionably, the main protagonist ends up with her prince charming. This novel was honest enough to punch me in the gut and tell the painful truth that sometimes (or perhaps most of the time), you don't always end up with the person you wanted and/or your story won't always have a happy ending.

The Fault in Our Stars, on the other hand, broke my heart. It completely broke my heart. No exaggeration. I don't want to elaborate further because I don't want to spoil anyone who may not have read this beautifully written book yet. Warning: If you are generally a "soft" person, I suggest you prepare your box of tissues. I cried nonstop in one chapter and cried for another five minutes upon finishing the book.

If I didn't get to read Pandemonium and Requiem, or worse, if Lauren Oliver decided to stop writing at Delirium, then I would probably say that Delirium broke my heart as well. However, the two sequels to Delirium pieced my heart back together. (Thank God!) When I first read Delirium, though, I was rendered numb for quite some time after reading its final chapter. I'm not sure how long I cried for this novel, but I can vouch for that heart-wrenching feeling once more.

I guess this is proof that Handler, Green, and Oliver are good, if not epic, writers. If a book can induce that much emotions from someone, then there is no doubt that the authors have crafted their words together flawlessly. Insert my recommendation to read the three aforementioned books.

Day 5: A book that makes you happy.

There isn't any one specific book that I could immediately pinpoint as the novel that could make me happy. I could say, however, that all of the books that I've read and liked (or loved) has made me happy. Books have made it possible for me to live in an alternative world, at least for the time being that the carefully pieced together words that comprise a novel pass through my consciousness. They have allowed me to escape my troubles, worries, and any shit that I deal with even for just a few hours. And yes, I always have this urge to just crawl inside a book, live and dwell in it, and never come back because honestly, at most times, I am a lot happier when my nose, and thoughts, are buried deep within a book rather than when I am actually living my messed up life.

And this is really ironic because I am currently penning this post with so much hurt and pain and unresolved feelings fighting within me. To put it shortly, I am exactly the opposite of happy right now.

It's Fridate, Fridate!

God, I really do suck at making titles, don't I? That's most likely due to my being a cornball. My bad ability at making titles aside however, today turned out to be a really good day because it was spent with two of my closest friends in college - Jiggy and Mary Camille.

We took the term "roam around" quite seriously. Our meeting point was unusual, as it isn't really a place people would want to meet. However, it was convenient, so we met at (drum roll) Iloilo Doctor's Hospital! Being that we weren't exactly veterans of commuting, we took a risk in riding the jeepney to get to our next destination: Marymart Mall. Fortunately, we rode the right jeepney and ended up where we wanted to be. The heat was really bothersome, though.

Right after poking around through Marymart Mall, where we got cheap finds, we walked to Robinson's Place Iloilo (yes, yet another mall) to get lunch. We ended up eating at Greenwich and ordering the same stuff. Clingy? Ummmmm. Maybe just a tad bit. Also, I shouldn't leave out that we spent a lot of time looking for good reads in both National Bookstore and BookSale. Perhaps, this is why we click - our immense love for reading. Okay, reverting into a cheesecake once more. Ugh.

Seeing as the three of us were paper/stationery enthusiasts, we shopped at a very cheap but awesome store somewhere downtown. Although we ended up buying a lot of stuff from that store, the prices did not burn holes in our pockets. Thank God for bargains!

In conclusion to our so-called Fridate, we went all the way back to the city, in fact near the Iloilo Doctors' Hospital area once more. We ate at a K-Pop themed café, Comma Café, and although I wasn't a big fan of their playlist (All K-Pop!!! Can you imagine?), the food was pretty good. Plus their mugs and their serving number in the form of a stuffed bunny added to the café's appeal. I guess I should also mention that the two Koreans handling the café were extremely attractive. And yes, I found both the girl and the boy attractive. I just wish we weren't that full when we came to Comma Café earlier as I would've loved to try their waffles.

But of course, I stand by my statement that what defined today as epic was my company. If you happen to read this, thank you, Jiggy and Mary Camille, for not only today, but the friendship and sense of belongingness you gave and continue to give me. College would not at all be the same without you two.

Damn, why am I so cheesy tonight? Is it because of the cheesy bacon (corned beef) fries that we had earlier?

Day 4: Favorite book of your favorite series.

As I've mentioned in my Day 3, my favorite series are The Hunger Games trilogy, The Delirium trilogy, and The Harry Potter series.

My favorite book for The Hunger Games trilogy was, of course, The Hunger Games. For the Delirium trilogy, my favorite is Delirium as well. The ending of Delirium cannot surpass the ending of any other book For the Harry Potter series, however, both The Goblet of Fire and the final book, The Deathly Hallows.

In addition to this, let me just share my immense love for anything that would have the Deathly Hallows sign. (If only my mom would allow me to get a Deathly Hallows tattoo.)

Branded

There are quite a few things, or nouns and/or adjectives to be more precise, that I've come to associate closely with myself. Why I've decided to bare myself and my deepest insecurities in a public blog, I haven't got the slightest idea, except that perhaps I've finally decided to start the long and grueling "journey" of accepting who I am and maybe change the parts of me that I'm not proud of.

• Obsessive-Compulsive: But for some unidentified reason, only pertaining to academics or anything related to paper. And occasionally, my room.
• Temperamental: I'm quite easily pissed off. I admit to being pissed off at the littlest of things, like my brother setting the table ONLY FOR HIMSELF or my father baby-talking my brother and I.
• Anti-Social: I don't mean the kind of anti-social with criminal tendencies, rather the "anti-social" who hates or is always too lazy to attend parties, attend outings, or join gatherings. This is especially if there are big crowds involved. I'm all for hanging out with a small group, though, and more so with close friends.
• Negative: I always, always think about the worst possible outcomes. I used to think that was a good thing because that way, I never get disappointed. Now, however, I realized that all that negativity is just putting me in a sour mood and I don't want that. I am trying to be more positive, putting at least a sliver of hope in my expectations. (Difficult to do, but I really do hope to change this aspect of who I am.)
• Awkward: This will probably not change anytime soon as I have no idea how to NOT be awkward. It's as though awkward has been built into my system. I just don't know the proper way to meet people, or commute, or order, or communicate on the telephone. I especially don't know how to entertain guys on the very few incidents that there seem to be some who are interested in me.
• Raw: I easily get affected by what people think of me, say about me, or do to me. I immediately jump to conclusions that when someone states a negative blind item that it would be about me. I get hurt whenever I feel left out, even if I'm aware that they don't mean to leave me out. Also, I never fail to cry at the pettiest sad scenes in movies or series or books. And finally, insults that I receive burn deep through my soul. (Oh geez, I'm becoming a poetic vagina.)
• Self-hater: This may as well summarize my personality. I never deem anything I do or accomplish as good enough, and I don't even know whose standards I'm trying to reach. I guess this has something to do with how I've been bullied when I was younger, and how bad others made me feel about myself. One day though, I hope I'll learn to accept myself as opposed to always looking down on myself as I do now.

You may now recommend me a therapist. Or even just someone to talk to.

P.S. I apologize for another self-centered and quite a depressing rant. I also give you permission, if not encourage you to kill me in your head.

Day 3: Your Favorite Series

First of all - I refuse to choose just one series. I simply cannot. And so my favorite series (plural) would have to be The Hunger Games trilogy, The Delirium trilogy, and The Harry Potter series.

On The Hunger Games trilogy:
The Hunger Games is far more than just an action novel. Suzanne Collins crafted a perfect trilogy, the unexpected outweighing the expected, leaving me at a loss for words always. I cried at least once for each book.

On The Delirium trilogy:
The concept of love being deemed as a disease was so intriguing that I had to get a copy the minute I finished reading the back cover. It was a decision I never regretted. The books cut through my heart and the ending of the first book left me crying and numb for a full five minutes. The only flaw, perhaps, was the ending of Requiem, the final book. It left me hanging, leaves me hanging, as the conclusion didn't really seem concluding. Nontheless, The Delirium trilogy will always have a space in my bookshelf. And heart. *cheeseball mode activated

On The Harry Potter series:
Need I say more.

I'm spending my summer with Christian Grey.

How pathetic of me to post my summer reading list halfway through the summer vacation. Nontheless, here is the list of books that I fully intend to read and dissect (in other words, overthink) during the summer.

*note: I've compiled this list at the beginning of summer vacation, which will explain why I've already read some of them.
*note to the note: Asterisks will identify the books which I've already read. The number of asterisks determine my rating for them. (Out of five.)

1. The Summer I Turned Pretty - Jenny Han*****
- Absolutely perfect for a summer read, especially if you're into books that make you think "WHY CAN'T THAT HAPPEN TO ME?".
2. It's Not Summer Without You - Jenny Han
3. We'll Always Have Summer - Jenny Han
4. Insurgent - Veronica Roth*****
5. Fifty Shades of Grey - E.L. James***
- Christian Grey absolutely made me melt, but there were too much erotic scenes.
6. Fifty Shades Darker - E.L. James***
7. Fifty Shades Freed - E.L. James
8. The Best of Me - Nicholas Sparks
9. Hidden - P.C. + Kristin Cast
- I can't help but notice how much the "interesting" factor of The House of Night series decreased from it's fifth book, Tempted, which kept me at the edge of my seat. But since I'e already started on the series, I don't want to not be aware of how the story concludes.
10. Requiem - Lauren Oliver****
- The book was packed with feels, and I was utterly consumed. Unfortunately, the ending wasn't to my taste. It still left me hanging, and it was supposedly the conclusion to the trilogy.
11. Reached - Ally Condie
12. Shatter Me - Tahereh Mafi

The list will not end there though. I am in a constant search of well-written books. Suggestions are welcome, and actually begged for. (Please, please, please.)

Day 2: A book that you've read more than three times.

The book that I've read more than three times is The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight by Jennifer E. Smith. The ironic thing is that I don't even have my own paperback or hardbound copy of the aforementioned novel. I relied on the ever efficient iBooks app from the Apple. As much as I would love to have my own copy, I deem it impractical to spend P300+ for a paperback version as I've already read the book at least five times. I wouldn't turn down anyone who feels generous enough to get me a copy though. *insert highly encouraging smile

The reason why I read and reread this novel is not just because it's readily available on my iPod during periods wherein there is an immense lack of interesting things to do, it's mostly because I fell in love with the story at my first read.

Breaking it down (without spoiling!) - The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight features the role fate plays in the story of Hadley and Oliver. This book underlines the concept that if two people were meant to be together, they will be together, which of course in much harsher terms means: don't force it. Another plus for the novel is it is set in modern-day Europe, and if you've read my blog before, you would be aware of my Europe obsession.

I will now coax you into reading The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight by assuring you that if you do so, regret will not be in your vocabulary. It is, after all, my favorite novel. (Or one of them.)

Day 1: The best book you read this year.

Since it's only been four months for the year 2013, and only one out of those four months for me to have time to read books of my choice (meaning not Chemistry or History or Philosophical Thinkers), the selection is quite limited.

Out of the few books that I have been able to read this year, however, I would have to say that Insurgent by Veronica Roth is the best. Of course, compared to the first book in Roth's trilogy, Divergent was a more exciting read in my opinion. But don't get me wrong, Insurgent did not disappoint. The book was packed with twists that I certainly did not expect. (There is a reason why they're called twists, after all.)

I stand by my claim that Divergent > Insurgent, but never commit the mistake of belittling Insurgent - the feels were intense. And if I could give you one piece of advice, it would be to read the Divergent trilogy.

Challenge Accepted

Why I'm starting a 30-day challenge on the second to the last day of April is beyond my own understanding, except perhaps for the fact that I am extremely bored during these moments.

I stumbled upon this 30-Day Reading Challenge on Tumblr, and I've decided to "take" the challenge for two reasons: 1.) As I've mentioned, I'm bored and currently have nothing to do and 2.) It will give me motivation to actually blog everyday.

I'll delegate my Day 1 for the next post - blame my OCD. At least I could claim I've blogged (or will blog) thrice for this week already. *wink wink

Self-disappointment

Suckiest - if there was such a word, I would be its epitome. This isn't just another negative post, as you may well expect from me. This claim actually has hard proof this time, in the form of already failing in two aspects of my bucketlist.

Taking into consideration my summer bucketlist, I told myself to stay religious to the HipHop Abs exercise program, but of course, just after a week, I've completely neglected it. I've also sworn to blog at least thrice a week. Congratulations, self! I've managed to blog not even once in the past week.

In my defense, however, I have been quite busy this week. I've started "working" for my mom by encoding all of her patient's files onto her laptop. Although waking up early is certainly not appealing to me, the pay is. At least something has replaced the allowance I receive when classes are in session.

Anyway, I do solemnly swear to try and abide by my own self-promises.

In other news, I'm running out of good books to read. In other other news, I still haven't posted my Summer Reading List. Mentally slapping self.

(The bit pertaining to my "other news" is for you to suggest good books that I should read this summer. Thank you!)

Happy 420! (No Weed Though)

My mom and I arrived in Cebu City at around two in the afternoon today. She had to attend a conference but she dragged me along because she didn't want to be alone in the hotel room. In the short time that I was allowed to dwell in SM City Cebu, my awareness of my having a low resistance for Forever 21 clothes has heightened. From what I've managed to buy today, I've derived that I may be going through a slight grunge phase right now. Of course, thank you to my ever supportive mom who spent her hard-earned money for me. Apparently, this is for my seemingly good grades.

Yep, I am one blessed kid. Thank You, Lord.

You are my obsession(s).

I may or may not have previously mentioned the fact that when I get obsessed, I really do get obsessed. And since I'm already on the topic of my obsessions, it's only fit that I'd share my top three obsessions - milk tea, Cara Delevingne, and dystopian novels.

1. Milk tea:
This is undeniably an obsession, and perhaps a permanent one at that. I fell in love with milk teas at my first taste, and I haven't recovered since. Yes, I am aware that I sound like someone talking about the very confusing and doubtful phenomenon that is love. Coincidentally, that is what I feel for milk teas - love. (And the obsession has now fully kicked in.)

Lesh fact #9172627: The wintermelon milktea with rocksalt and cheese from Sharetea is my favorite so far, followed by the caramel milk tea from Moonleaf and strawberry oreo milk tea from Mang Tsaa.

2. Cara Delevingne:
I've been her admirer since I saw her modelling for the 2013 Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. My admiration for her has been increasingly fueled by constant Tumblr posts of her that I see on my dashboard. She is not only beautiful and hot (Do I sound lesbian to you? I'm not though, just to make that clear), Cara also has a sense of humor and is BRITISH. Call me biased if you must.

I've been saving her photos (stalker stalker stalker) as I've also developed a strong liking for the way she dresses. She's grungy, and I like that. Okay, I am getting more obsessive by the second. Last obsessive line about Cara - I love that she knows how to ride a skateboard because I really want to learn, and we apparently have the same taste in men as she dated my baby, Harry Styles.

Another Lesh fact: Aside from my obsessive tendencies, I also have quite the knack for "dreaming". Like the issue of me and Harry Styles ever being together.

3. Dystopian novels:
No, my immense love for dystopian novels did not begin with The Hunger Games, although I must admit that I am an avid fan of the said trilogy. My "obsession" with dystopian novels began with the book Legend by Marie Lu. It is a trilogy as well, and I'm hyped for the release of the second book.

I have no idea as to why dystopian novels are now my favorite genre of literature. What I do know is that I have this hidden desire to be a protagonist in a dystopian story, as well as a deep longing to have a relationship bordering on forbidden love in a dystopian world. I APOLOGIZE FOR BEING WEIRD, OKAY.

By the way, in case you aren't aware of the definition of dystopian novels, please feel free to Google search it.

And if you're looking for summer reads, then I highly recommend the following Dystopian trilogies: The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, Legend by Marie Lu, Divergent by Veronica Roth, Delirium by Lauren Oliver, and Matched by Ally Condie. Again, note that these are all trilogies. Definitely worth spending for, though.

On taking chances.

"What if" is the most haunting phrase I've ever encountered. I've learned the hard way that the chances we miss would bring us more pain and regret than the chances we actually take. And yes, that includes the chances that may have ended badly. The thing is, should a situation lead us to a good or a bad end, we will inevitably learn something from it. In a missed chance, opportunity, moment - we miss the experience, along with the lesson it could've taught us.

The only reason why I'm writing about missed chances is that I've recently learned that I missed out on something that I've been longing for. The moment I knew about that missed opportunity, a dozen "what ifs" began to arise: "What if I told him how I felt?", "What if I didn't let my shyness get the best of me?", "What if we had determined the relationship?", "What if I'd even just told him before he met the other girl?". (The gist of my so-called missed opportunity has probably been defined by those questions now.)

Upon learning that he felt the same way as I did, even for just a short length of time, made me highly regret my decision of not telling him how I felt. Things could've turned out differently - he might've been the Christian Grey or Peeta Mellark or Tobias Eaton that I've been waiting for; it could've been me that he calls every night; there could've been an us.

Now there's nothing I can do except to eat cake and listen to sad music, wallow in my own insecurities, replay our old conversations and moments, and consider and reconsider all my "What ifs". But of course, I should remember that there is a reason for everything, and perhaps it just wasn't written for there to be an us.

If life, however, should decide to lead him back to me one day, I promise to grab the opportunity. If not, then I can sincerely say that he will always be my favorite "What If".

A Bucket(List) of Summer Hopes

There are a number of things I'd like to accomplish before I die, but it seems too ambitious to try to accomplish all of them in the span of one summer vacation. There are, however, a number of things that have a high possibility of being accomplished within this summer. These things will not only deactivate (and hopefully permanently terminate) the immense boredom that I usually encounter during summer breaks, but it would also help me to improve myself. Or perhaps the named deed is simply crazy, spontaneous, or unexpected enough to fit my newfound summer motto: YOLO.

For those of you who may not know what the acronym/expression YOLO means, I would just like to say - exactly under what rock do you dwell and hibernate in? "YOLO" stands for You Only Live Once, which was coined by Drake in his song Motto. That line though, was most likely already in existence decades ago.

Sidetracking from my sidetrack of explaining YOLO (although the expression should really speak for itself), I must plug in that though I may want to accomplish all of the items under this bucketlist, it is assumed that there would be several factors that would hinder me from doing so. Undeniably, one of these factors would be the lack of funds.

Moving on! I've been explaining the details about my bucketlist, but the bucketlist itself has not been identified. Official bucketlist begins in 3, 2, 1-

1. Get wet! (Not through the conventional way, like perhaps swimming in a pool or beach.)
     - Check. The Wet and Wild party for the BK Sem-ender allowed me this
        through ice water fights and hose showers.

2. Commute by myself within the city.
     - Check. I know, how lame is it that I don't commute to get to places 
        within Iloilo City? In my defense, commuting in Iloilo City is much
        more terrifying than commuting to Miag-ao. Since were already on
        the topic of the intensity of my lameness, let me just share that I
        have a fear of commuting. Mostly when I'm alone.
3. Learn how to ride a skateboard or pennyboard or longboard.
4. Learn how to ride a bike. (Yes, another lame fact about me is that I do not know how to ride a bike. What up, I'm so cool.)
5. Die my hair a crazy color. (Dipdye or highlights only, though.)
6. Try any kind of milktea in all of the milktea shops in Iloilo.
7. Learn ten different braids.
8. Follow the HipHop Abs schedule religiously. (Today was Day 1!)
9. Go on a cheap thrills shopping spree somewhere in downtown Iloilo by myself.
10. Learn at least five new piano pieces.
11. Self-learn how to play a guitar.
12. Read all the books on my summer reading list. (Will post that list soon.)
13. Watch all Disney classic movies. (Lamest fact ever: I still haven't seen The Lion King and Pocahontas and Aladdin and Snow White.)
14. Blog at least thrice a week. May the gods of laziness leave me alone.

Crossing all my fingers and toes that I'd get to accomplish all of the items on this list and perhaps even add more.
P.S. Donations are accepted in the form of skateboarding/longboarding and/or biking lessons.

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The Girl Drugs

Chick flicks have always been my remedy for anything that needed to be remedied – a low score on an exam, a bad report, losing something valuable, and of course, heart break. As a hopeless romantic, I’d like to think that these chick flicks have been specifically engineered for those dubbed as the “forever alone” to serve as a reminder that good things will come eventually.

There is no other logical reason for my commenced babbling about chick flicks except that for the first few days of my summer vacation, I have been doing nothing but watch the said genre of movies. (I’ve been marathon-ing some of my favorite TV series as well, though.)

Hence, in correlation to my deep chick flick appreciation, let me share with you a list of the chick flicks that I will never get tired of watching over and over again.

1. A Walk to Remember (Without fail, my eyes would sweat.)
2. Letters to Juliet
3. 27 Dresses
4. Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging
5. Beastly
6. Easy A
7. Life As We Know It
8. Last Song
9. The Amazing Spiderman (Not exactly a chick flick, but Emma x Andrew!)
10. The Art of Getting By
11. The Hunger Games (Again, not exactly another chick flick. But.)
12. 50 First Dates
13. The Ugly Truth
14. Mean Girls
15. LOL
16. Monte Carlo
17. Serendipity
18. Wild Child
19. The Perks of Being a Wallflower
20. Never Let Me Go
21. Valentine’s Day
22. Pretty Woman
23. Titanic
24. The Step Up series
25. I Am Number Four (Basically, if Alex Pettyfer stars in it, then.)
26. When In Rome
27. You Again
28. Bride Wars
29. White Chicks
30. The Hot Chick

There are probably a lot more chick flicks that I’ve fallen in love with, but their titles may have evaded my mind at the moment. Setting that aside though, the movies I’ve mentioned above are must-sees as they will give you the “I wish that would happen to me” feeling that everyone looks for in chick flicks. And yes, that means I highly urge you to watch those movies especially if you lack your own love life to fuss over. Like me.

But if there’s one thing I learned from the excessive amount of chick flicks that I have gone through, it’s that love should not be systematic or mechanical; it should not be bulleted and intricately planned and devised. Thus, worry not about the present absence of a so-called “love life”, it will come in due time.

(Spoken like a true awkward-forever-alone-hopeless-romantic-penguin.)

Hell-o

And so it seems I have undergone another non-blogging phase. Despite my desire to brazenly express my feelings and innermost thoughts to the (cyber) public, I’ve found that time constantly evades me.

In the span of the apparent non-blogging phase, there have actually been significant events that merit proper blog post(s) recognition. The intensity of their significance is as such that they do not deserve to simply be in another “catching up” post, as they are due individual, detailed posts. Yes, coupled with poetic-ish feels and commentaries.

As I've explained in my previous post, my blogging (or lack thereof) is due to the excessive amount of workload that The University of the Philippines has so generously bestowed upon me. I shouldn’t have even hoped for otherwise, given the non-existence of the term “Hell Week” in UP, as each week poses it’s own challenges. It is important to note, however, that even though all weeks would be a subtler version of The Hunger Games, there are some weeks whose levels of hell surpass most.

In reference to Greek mythology, Tartarus came in the form of my last two weeks as a freshman. I’m still not quite sure how I survived a research paper, an anti-thesis, a documentary, a “masterpiece”, a presentation, several long exams, and four final exams in those two weeks. Unfortunately, I can’t say I’ve returned from the battle in crisp condition. I have become a heap more psychotic than I used to be. Deemed incurable, in fact.

Though I may have submitted and complied with all of the requirements, I have absolutely no assurance that my “hard work” will reap rewards. But there’s no use worrying and overthinking, the (immensely straining) deeds have already been done.

May Athena bless my soul. And my General Weighted Average.

P.S. Good luck incoming Iskos and Iskas ng Bayan. Say hell-o to UP.

Catching Up

It bothers me that I haven't written down a blog post in so long, especially after I made it my New Year's Resolution to blog everyday. Unfortunately, college life won't even spare me even two seconds to digitally rant. Okay, that was obviously an exaggeration, but it really is hard to find time to do seemingly "fun" things in between classes, reports to prepare for, long exams to cram for, and sleep to catch up on.

In the duration of my non-blogging phase, the following events have occurred:
1. I failed my first long exam in Soc Sci 2. Why I took a subject that was about political thinkers, I will never understand. I blame myself, of course. Although I may have studied, I studied the wrong topics. Hence, failure. *insert ultimate face palm

2. I have been, am, and will be bankrupt. I am honestly pondering over the fact that I have been burning money... at the speed of light. (My Chemistry reference is likely due to my pre-Chem 16 long exam jitters, as well as my increasing nerdiness. Also, there's no other way to put it. I mean who spends P500 in two days? In a mall-lacking Miag-ao, no less!) I do, however, know exactly where my money has been spent on: food. But as my philosophy is "Who cares if I'm fat, at least I'm happy"then I guess I have nothing to fuss over. Unfortunately, that philosophy also means I have to accept my current state of bankruptcy.

3. I've attended my first fiesta. Ever. And I have just confirmed my being an anti-social. Also, no, it isn't Dinagyang or Ati-atihan. It's the Salakayan festival of Miag-ao! Sense the sarcasm in the compulsory exclamation point.

4. People have been generous. I've received awesome presents lately. Also, Kuya Kenji has been satisfying my cravings for Stik-O's.

1D Behind The Scenes magazine from Ate Claire. Yep, proud Directioner. Don't judge.

Cutesy paper clips from Jiggy. Mehe.

Arm candy-ish things from Tita Stella.

5. A taste of leisure. Tonight, I'm forgetting about the fact that I still have a long exam in Chem 16 on Tuesday that I haven't prepared for, as well as other academic stuff to tend to. Tonight has been fully dedicated to laziness. Hello, Bunheads + Pretty Little Liars + New Girl marathon. And Insurgent. And junk food.

Ending this post with a subtle hope of getting to blog again this month.

Titanium

Pitch Perfect has been a trending topic for quite some time now. It's not only hysterical (Hello, Fat Amy and Lilly), but it's also a musical! And yes, I am undeniably a sucker for musicals. However, this post is not about Pitch Perfect. It's about a line from Beca's remix of the song Titanium - "This time maybe, I'll be bulletproof."

That line was a slap in my face the first time I heard it. It made me realize that I must learn not to care what others think of me and learn to be carefree; that I shouldn't let the insults get to me because those who've made the snide remarks are certainly not better than me; that I shouldn't try to impress other people because what I do should be for my own happiness.

The thing is though, I can't help but be fragile. I'm insecure. That isn't something that just goes away easily. And because of that, I will probably always care about what other people think of me, and overthink things, and never be completely happy because of all the stress I've created for myself. Thus, I've decided the aforementioned line to be my new philosophy. Since I really do want to get out of the black hole of depression that I have been sucked into, I have to change.

Maybe the next time around, the piercing words that are bullets will ricochet. Maybe I will eventually be bulletproof.

Maybe.

Post-Toilet Paper Usage

It's been four days since my last post. The reason for that is because number one, my life is pretty boring as of late, and number two I've been procrastinating. I may have skimmed through some of the pages of my Chemistry book, but mostly I just ate, slept and watched Baby Daddy episodes. Which by the way, if you don't watch the show - you should. And don't just watch it because of the fact that the lead actor,  Jean-Luc Bilodeau, is insanely hot. (Although that was my primary reason for downloading the first episode. Ugh, hormones.)

About this post's very awkward title, however, I have thought of a not-so-original idea of recycling the cardboard roll from toilet paper and making something useful out of it! And though this may seem to be a DIY post, it's not. It's really not. It's just me showing you that I covered the cardboard roll thing with fancy paper. Then I used it as a bracelet rack. Yep, not so creative either. But at least it was another very minuscule step to saving the environment!

As we're on the subject anyway, yes, I have found yet another obsession - bracelets. How will I ever manage to save my allowance when I want so many things? (That was a seemingly first world problem.  Ironically, my country is dubbed as a third world country!)

So if you're feeling generous, help me save money by buying books, bracelets, and London things for me! Thank you in advance. I love you already.