It's The Season to be jolly ! Falalalalalalala! So what's up with the neutralism?

As obviously stated being a loner would be an understatement. I want to laugh like a loon on loon tablets but no drug  can alter my mood. I feel neutral , I feel empty , I feel lost , I feel simple  and plain and this is just a bloody dejavu. Why am I  unlike the others? Why am I not normal? Why do I feel so different and distant?  Every waking moment is familiar but these things does not amuse me anymore. These things are inadequate. These things  are pretty upsetting. I am far from satisfaction, I’m hanging in a cliff of despair. I don’t need people to clear my clouded thoughts. I need to fog it out myself. This is a one man show. But im not sure if  I’m sane enough to continue.  I’m a lone wolf, my pack has long abandoned me or did I scare them away? I need to know that I’m not alone in this but solitude is my utopia. Am I in between? Or the edges? A single breath, word, feeling is a doubt. Did this happen before? If it did, did it end? Or is this a cycle? Is this something new? I have no idea, so , you tell me ….

TRIPPLE TREAT OR THREAT? in Room 412

It’s Tuesday, I just woke up and I’m so eager for nightfall to come so I could catch the newest episode of vampire diaries. But all that excitement got flushed down the toilet when my step-mom/aunt called that she’s confined in the hospital. I went rigid but then her demands kept rolling continuously to convince me that she is just fine. She just had diarrhea and was in need of  rest. Her request was endless., TV , her facial regimen etc. I was assigned to stay with her. I was bored so I called up my cousin to come over. When she came, I realized that the three of us are somewhat immersed if not completely in the field of nursing.The same blood flows in our veins , we descended from the same DNA and  we will probably inherit the same diseases.  My step mom wanted to take a bath so she requested my cousin to disconnect her IV line. My cousin was slow and careful. Maybe my aunt got irritated so she just pulled it out somehow. A dark shade of red flowed out of her yet she remained calm. My cousin who is a self proclaimed paranoid, went on edge. Friendly bickering started and I just watched realizing that even the eclectic approach can be applied to nurses themselves.  The thing is we are so different from each other, our family is in a complete haywire because of it. We forgive but cannot forget but we try and most often  we fail. WE do not share the same principles , we share the shame of our differences. 

12.12.12

Someday people will look back and ask "what were you doing in 12.12.12?"

my usual pattern obviously:

Went to school at 8am

Cleaned and redecorated the room at 9am

Spread words about FranKo and Tommy Bastow around 11am

Tried to write about case analysis at 11:30

Watched American Pie: Naked Mile ( laughed out loud with fellow c'mates) around  12 am

Already craving for lunch and dying of hunger at 1 pm

Headed home at 1:30 pm

Ate my lunch at last ( not very appealing, damn that slimy fish ugghhh)  at 2 pm

Watched TV around 2:30 pm

Laid down in a net swing? at 3pm

Watched Beauty and the Beast episode 1 at 4 pm

Initially wrote this at 4:30 pm

Received a phone call from my step sis (do i miss her? definitely maybe ) at 5 pm

Did my duty to my old lola at 6 pm

Made an entry to a diary required in NCM at 6:30 pm

Dinner ( my house mates are not good cooks!!!!) at 7 pm 

Wrote this again at 7:17 pm 

Coffee break ( like i needed it ) at 7:30 pm 

What i did this day are not significant, i probably need to be awarded for lameness. But i stand by Ghandi's words " What you do in life would be insignificant but it's important for you to do them because no one else will"

Let me celebrate 1006 !!!! :D

PATCH CIPRIANO.

While my classmates fall for campus guys, while my aunts complain about their husbands, while fans fawn over actors I lust for HIM : 

PATCH CIPRIANO.

Well that's no old news, I'm more in touch with fantasy than in reality. We all have our image of Patch in our heads but the world sees him as Drew Doyon. Honestly, he's not the Patch I pictured in my head, but close enough. Remember my first post about HUsh Hush saying that I'd read the next three books in hard copy. I slipped, I have read Crescendo before classes resumed and I'm nearly loosing my control to read Silence. December seems too far away, a mate of mine agreed that we'd have another book hunting next month. So Patch and Nora will have to wait till Christmas. He's the definition of danger , but what did LiL say in Parker Gray show? you need to let go of bad so the good karma would come to you. I am freaking attracted to his darkness. I want it to eat me. To consume me. To drown me. To let me fall. I want danger !!!  I want my path to burn like hell...

Other guys of fiction that I wish existed in my own so-called life :

Jace Lightwood from Mortal Instruments

Simon Lewis from Mortal Instruments

Peeta Mellark from Hunger Games 

Dave the laugh from Confessions of Georgia Nicolson

Fred and George Weasley from Harry Potter

Rodrick Heffley from Diary of a Wimpy Kid 

Jason from How To Be Popular 

NoyPi !!!

I have no idea what happened to me this day, suddenly I just felt the urge to shout " Hoy !!! Pinoy akO". 

So They Call This Self Awareness?

It’s more like exposing yourself to pass through a phase in your life that you have long forgotten and kept sealed. Resulting to tears that are supposed to be invisible to a mundane naked eye.  But once they flow, they recognizes no end even when the stimulus is gone, the effect remains. 

For NSG RLE  105, we had to undergo a self awareness activity.  Earlier in that day saw classmates of mine crying(as in?) I scanned my composition and saw nothing sensitive enough to stir my emotions so I entered that white room wishing it would be over soon. Men really are tough , they were the only ones who remained untouched, everyone who had the chance to speak cried. Including me. Normally I wouldn’t enter my double broken family but I cant think of a sad phase in my life so I might as well throw it out in the open. I thought after years of
casually sharing it to others, i developed some sort of immunity to tears but damn it! I hate it when drama catches up in real life. I was bombarded with questions like: do you want to meet him, do you know his name, where he lives, have you asked your mother, have you thought of finding him, try the COMELEC. I was like , enough! I can’t speak while crying.I haven’t learned anything new except the sufferings of my fellow group mates. The instructor was going on about how my lack of formal family affected my low self esteem, saying that I should let go of my baggage so I could relate to people. I don’t carry that with me, I only remember it when I see a perfect family, it‘s not even with me, it‘s in the back of my closet eating dust, I don’t talk and smile much because it’s natural , I was born with it. She commented that I should be open. I like myself , why should I change? Why do introverts have to become extroverts in the end of a movie? Do you see a film vice versa? IDTS. It’s not fair. 

November 1 : Journal in NSG 105

Trick or treat?

Treat is a definite no.  I’ve got tons of that to last a lifetime.. I try to control myself to indulge in one, but I always crave what I cant have, which is just as ironic as life.  I could use some trick, I think people take me too seriously , they always believe what I say , I often fail to crack  jokes and they often don’t figure out that what I said is a fat lie until I confess, which I seldom do. I wish Halloween would dominate this city for once, I would like to dress up as a witch, answer the door to give kids some candies and experience being scared to hell. Unluckily, this is a recessive tradition, it doesn’t seem to appear in the Ilocano culture.  We went to the cemetery early, which isn’t often because we always do it @ Nov. 2 in the afternoon, when the sun feels sleepy and ready to snooze . I guess it’s because  my folks are trying to avoid some relatives of ours due to some misunderstanding about an issue that I wouldn’t want to write down here. I don’t know if painting tombs is significant enough to make the cut but I’m writing it anyway. I was the youngest among them so I had to listen while they speak. They talked about death, buying a land in another cemetery, they even talked about how and where they would want their graves to be buried. The idea of death used to scare the hell out of me. Before dying, finishing my businesses would be my goal, you wouldn’t want to end up as a ghost with unfinished business would you? ( that was a joke, did I fail to crack it?) But life and death is both unexpected so maybe I’d really end up as a ghost at the rate that I’m going right now. I once had a chat with someone and the conversation was about suicide, I was in high school and death didn’t seem to be a miserable occurrence but he said he’ never thought about it even though his life is at a poetic pacing. He said that when you die, you don’t die alone. That quote kind of got stuck in my head, I’m such a sucker for words of wisdom. I don’t know if he failed to acknowledge where he got that from or if  he invented that himself.  When I die would I be cremated or buried to the ground?  Cremation is trending right now but here the traditional way is still prevailing. Will cremation oust the traditional way? Maybe through time. So fire of worms? Tough choice! Fire would eat my body to ashes, worms would… I cant even write it without images flashing in my head. I’ guess I will leave that decision to whoever would be left. Isn’t that what we are supposed to do? Let go and take charge of the people who had to pass away? 

HUsh Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick

Last week I posted four books that I’m assigning myself to indulged into during the sem break. I’m done with fracture, diary of a crush and I just finished hush hush last night. I wasn’t so impressed with the first two  but hey third time really is the charm . Hush hush  redefines YA love. 

Nora’s mundane life ended when her new biology partner crashed beside her. Patch.  His eyes sparked trouble, his smile meant danger and his body called for desire. Everything about him is a silhouetted menace. She tried to stay away but gravity pulled her, before she knew it she was falling. But Patch fell first. From heaven. 

I read this not knowing that it belongs to a series. Reading one book requires completion of the collection and I’m itching for the next books already. I read Hush hush on screen and I’m not planning to continue reading them that way, I have to flip pages, smell it’s addicting scent and be able to lock it into my embrace.  I found this accidentally while watching random book trailers. I saw Nora and Patch as the top fiction couple and I thought I might as well give it a try. I remember a mate of mine recommending Fallen by Lauren Kate, maybe the reason why I hadn’t taken that book was because Becca Fitzpatrick is the voice I was meant to hear ( I have nothing against Fallen FYI). 

Looking for in HUsh hush , Crescendo , Silence , finale pdf ? 

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There is a difference

I hate half of the people I know.  There are two ways to look at life, and I always find myself looking at it half empty. It would be so anti-social of me to say I don’t really fancy human company then again that’s the way it is. But hey! I’m just selectively social.  There’s a difference.  She said it like she knows me , maybe because we went through high school together but I have always reduced her into a stereotype, general not remarkable enough to individualize. She knows nothing about how I live my life and hers is entirely irrelevant. But because she’s a huge blabber mouth. Her words and stories penetrate my universe and I am forced to hear how pathetic she is. An attention whore who always have a ready smile across her face as if tomorrow may never come. I don’t hate her because she’s always happy, individual differences, I totally get it.   I hate her because she keeps including me, and I don’t want in. I wish I could slap those words to her face, fighting has always  been the show I never tried to visit. But I’ll let myself star in one if I’ll loose my temper. She needs to be hurt with words, and if it doesn’t hurt her. It will kill her. Words kill me at times, like they’re my Achilles heel.  But they often rebirth me and right now they still keep me breathing.   It is  both  poison and  antidote. 

entertainment only.

The 1st semester is rolling the credits and i am left with time to waste. What would I use all those time for? Sleeping. Forever, if possible. I used to say, sleeping it off is a complete waste, you can get enough of that  once you're 12 feet beneath the ground, but now, I'm literally swallowing my words. 

I pledged read the books:

Fracture by Megan Miranda Catching Jordan by Miranda Keneally

 HUsh hush by Becca Fitzpatrick Diary of a crush by Sara Manning

 

 But I've never read one of them. I did spend my time in front of the monitor. Watching:

La Belle Personne

 

It's  French, I got interested in French films after watching LOL. It's a story about satiated desires. How it consumes you till you realize it's a sin. How you try to get back on track and fail. Juni,  transferred due to the death of her mother. All eyes were on hers. She possessed fragile beauty that somehow needed to be sheltered. But they didn't know what she needed, she didn't know it herself. And when she finally figured it out, death payed a visit and she had to ran away again.

 Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter

  

How would you convince people of an unreal story? Back it up with some history. I didnt care who Abe was, where he stands in the civil war, how he died, why he ran or how he got where he was in the first place. After all, he was not our president so why bother reading about him? But that is what i did after watching this: scanned his bio. 

Privileged ( series)

Megan Smith is a writer who found her self tutoring filthy rich kids just before she dyed her hair red. This wasn't part of the plan, she was supposed to get herself a column of her own and write about people who matters. Instead she took a private plane, stayed in a huge mansion, re-united with her best friend, became a neighbor of a hot billionaire and be continuously pestered by evil Baker twins while convincing them to flip the pages of the "Great Gatsby".

Dirty Little Secret

Dirty Little secret By all-American rejects

.Some are mine, some are not.

It's for me to know.
And
Yours to figure out.
So what's your SEcret?

 

Breathing for 19 years

It took me awhile to write this post. Another turning point of my life has bloomed yet words spoken or not fail to escape my mouth. I’m afraid. Afraid that even after another year of knowing things, I still not know enough to make sense of what this year has been all about. I am scared that I have not changed a bit, that I have not made the move to make reality out of this phantasm. I want to place you in the spot on how my 19 th year on earth unfolded. I cannot guarantee that it had been remarkable , for I do not allow myself to feel things that belong to the extremes. But this is not about if I was happy or gloomy, not also about if it was worth remembering or not. It’s about a step to the maturational loss that has finally caught up with me. I woke up with the sound of Taylor Swift’s “” We are never ever getting back together””, playing in the background. I like the old Taylor, country and all, this song is redirecting her to a new genre. Risks what makes life exciting and I wish I could just risk everything for something. I’m old, was the voice I heard as my eyelids slowly entertained the first light of my 19th year. First light, if I snoozed back to sleep would It make a difference? If I snoozed back would It delay my impending age? The first move I took was to look at the mirror across the room. The figure that stared back seemed exactly the same as the day before, on my last day as an 18 year-old. I still had the same depressing hair that I cut short out of a sudden urge to steer away from my safe side. My head touched the same air and my body still occupied the same space. There’s got to be something different, this too shall pass. When I was satisfied that the impending change may come later, I opened the computer to accomplish the task that I thought would make this day universal. I’m a fan girl, I’m not a proud of it but It’s something that I cant help myself to be. People crave what they cant have and it’s a guilty pleasure of mine since I realized what my soul desires. I sent them a message requesting for a greeting. The expectation to the unexpected is so narrowly defined that choosing what to expect or what not to expect just all together had a deteriorating effect. The them I’m referring to is this alternative rock band called FranKo that I’ve been living for, for the past few weeks. My chance of seeing them perform live is almost extinct due to the distance that interferes with my desire to be contained in the same room that they occupy, to inhale the same oxygen and exhale the same carbon dioxide, to see a history being played out, to be in one moment in that life time and many more endless stalker-ish idea. I went to school, with a lurking idea of fun since this held a promise of excitement because we just had to perform an activity instead of a written exam for our finals in P.I. It involved water in bottles. The activity was suppose to tell us whether or not to preserve history. That little by little the past is too rapidly forgotten that we neglect that it’s eminent. I asked myself do I preserve history ? Do I have to? Somebody else can do it right? I don’t have the answers yet, someone told me something about this bonded words , no answer is wrong there are just wrong questions. Then we had a mini play on Humanities, and I am glad that I found the right place for my foot, the backstage. I know a lot of people might think that it’s depressing. That it’s a station for losers who possess fears unknown by many but I breathe it, it’s my sanctuary. Lao Tzu’s theory of action through inaction. I didn’t need to speak, other says it for me and it is delivered beyond, It has penetrated walls while my mouth stayed shut. 
In the afternoon I visited a new bookstore. My Utopia has found me  and I am ready as hell to dominate it. Books are my secret friends, my hidden family , my delusional companions and we all thrive in a private community. I went there with a mate who is also turning 19 in a week. Our eyes catches the same things and at that  time we realized we have this common pursuit for thrill. We might have done what needed to be done. We headed home with laughter’s and secret we vowed never to tell. Does it make me a detached member of a family if I say I don’t really fancy eating out with my folks? Because that is how this day ended, I‘m the youngest and their conversations isolated me. Old people possess the wisdom that the young may never come to understand, but I guess that is the framework of life, we may learn the same things but we understand it differently. And that is why the young and the old don’t always meet. That is why we don’t like something every time. That is why we are unstable. If we were, we are so stuck. 

Take a bow: i'm watching you

TAKE A BOW              by FranKo

You spend a lot of time
convincing people that you're happy inside,
But I see through
Yeah, I see through the lies
You're wearing your disguise
And everyone's just doing what you do

Picture perfect faces,
Convincingly done,
They're out to catch a yellow bellied, red blooded, lady with a shotgun,
Point it at your followers and run
Well you got it all wrong!

Take a bow
They're watching you
Why and how
I'll never know
You

Strike a pose and make it pretty,
slide the note under the door
Just sit back, enjoy the view
He'll drag you to the ground
When nobody's around
And take a sign to turn you black and blue

Picture perfect faces,
Convincingly done,
They're out to catch a yellow bellied, red blooded, lady with a shotgun,
Point it at your followers and runWell you got it all wrong! 

I was born without a voice and I've been living in deafening silence since. But that degree of silence is my background track, it's my habitat , it is what i exist for. So I opted for what my sight  readily suggests and what are whispered in my ears. I learned to watch and listen.

This week our PI teacher gave us an activity, he handed each of us a paper. The front has a drawing and at the back a number is written. He instructed us to draw the front in a 1/4 oslo paper. These papers were puzzle pieces. When he completed the puzzle, it showed an image of Jose Rizal. The puzzle looked funny. We used different coloring mediums, different strokes, different shades. But if you take a few( or maybe a lot) of steps back, it shows it’s beauty. He explained that the differences of the puzzle pieces reflects our individuality. We have distinct point of views and we look at things from different angles. We may have the same eye structures and look at the same things but we, ourselves apply the difference. Who can see the real image? After each lecture, he delivers some kind of a pep talk. The topics are mostly random. He encourages us to write, to be skeptical and even to bend the rules. But this time, he talked about the cliché “ Being You””. He said that each of us are good persons, not better not best, we need not to compare ourselves. In comparing ourselves against other people, we gradually destroy our unique selves. 
Our humanities professor isn’t as talkative as Mr. PI. He’s the kind that you may listen too and say “” He’s so gorgeous it hurts”” ( Emily from LOL) and then you chose not to because he’s getting too factual, too boring. Wait, I’m exaggerating , he’s not that boring and he’s not that gorgeous either, but he can turn heads ( we needn’t to turn because there’s plenty of him to see up front). There are moments, when he clears the vagueness of reality and his words are literally being engraved in my memory. That day, he talked about racial discrimination in conjunction with our report on Tribal Scars , an African Literature. I thought we were created equal. That no matter what blood flows in your veins, no matter what shade of color your eyes are, even if you’re a blinding blonde, a redhead , a brunette or black haired, no matter if your skin is faded and pale , brown or dark we are just plain humans , no more and definitely not less. Racial discrimination is too big of a deal to ignore. Anger suddenly combusted within me. 
Listening to speakers is one of my infinite weakness. I don’t understand how they do it, How they can talk to the crowd without undergoing diaphoresis, dysrythmias and loss of consciousness. “” Don’t hate what you don’t understand " they say, I don’t. That’s just for math, something I hate because of lack of understanding ( it’s my biggest MATHMARE””. )
When my mind drifts, a speaker is born. But she’s afraid. She cant come out, her feet is tangled by vines. A massive hand is pressing against her mouth suffocating her. Then she gives up. She remains hidden. She watches and listens. So take a bow she’s watching you. 

reel real

My fascination in movies is dated back when my cousins included me in their infinite movie marathons. There has always been an inclination, there has always been an attachment. These cousins grew out of it, they started to  focus on their own lives and I was not yet ready for that. I was left alone, sitting in that couch , watching for dear life to pass by without even my passive participation. I’m still that girl. I haven’t changed. I haven’t made the move to change. I ignored the call of life. I focused on their life. The life in films. Why do I take them so seriously? Why cant I treat them like  a side line thing? A year ago, I whispered the answer to a mate of mine, while walking side by side I told her that it made me experience things that I am unable to feel in real life. They bring me foreign feelings, something addictive that it had to be taken in large doses to satisfy the urge. The chance of experiencing them out of the reels is so distant almost hopeless. She smiled silently and that was it. As the darkness swallowed me one night, I thought about how simple sometimes complicated life was for the characters. Every moment had climax, had color, every scene is revolving. Every conversation becomes a catalyst for another explosive twist. Every word deserves to be heard. The details are wonderfully sewn together and the pattern is never the same as the other. And I want that. I envy that. My own green monster has nauseating smell, it drives me crazy. It drives me to the valley of pessimism and finding my way back is always an unbeatable struggle. It’s likened to the aftershock of movies. Something has been taken away and at some point I come to admit that I might not be the same again and it always falls on the brink of loss. In “the alchemist”, it was written that you will never learn what you learn in books in life and vice versa. Maybe that is what it is like for me. I don’t learn that easily what life has been offering me and I need to see it fictionalized before it sinks to my whole persona. I need it to exist in life. I need the unreal to be real.  

Flowers on the Wall

Do you suppress yourself during social events?, limiting your actions so you could avoid getting noticed even if it means you are going to be on the death end of the rope? Do you look at your shoes whenever you have to pass by someone who you have no idea how to interact with? Do you look away like a stalker when you accidentally made eye contact with a stranger? Do you obey the rules so you could remain in the sidelines? Are you always seated in the back row or at the sides? Do you answer a question a little too long because you are thinking how to react rather than just spitting out what you have in your mind? 

Welcome to the club!!! You are a Wall Flower.
Well the term flower kinda depicts something that possesses untouched beauty. The untouched reflects me but the beauty is a definite no-no. Who said anything about beauty being  a physical superficial thing anyway? But these days it kind of revolve around that aspect. I too, am a wallflower, wait scratch that. I am not a wall flower but I am something on the wall. I am a wall________. What inspired me to write about this post? It’s the night of August 31, 2012. The so-called SOCIA with the theme ELITE REVOLUTION. 

W.H.O says that health is not just about the absence of diseases but it is the complete physical, mental, psychological, social and spiritual well being. It’s already my 3rd time to witness the so-called college socialization, the speaker says it’s a to do for our social aspect. Third time’s the charm, they say, but such quotes keeps failing me because I am pretty much the exact same person that who I was when I stepped foot into that hall as the person who is typing at the moment. I read the CAndY magazine issue for August which I borrowed from a classmate of mine ( who is a definite wall FLOWER, emphasis on the FLOWER). They featured the happiness campaign which has a column on “ Cheerful Crushing”. How about that? Wall flowers are prone to crushing, it makes you giddy at first but it is nothing but a disguise to mask that you have to back off at the end, I guess there’s no fairytale made for such creatures. Except if you pull out the courage in the climax which looks easy enough to watch but hard enough to actually perform in life.

Yamato Nadeshiko : The wallflower is a Japanese anime that is a must watch to all anime fanatics. Nakahara Sunako is one of the coolest girl I’ve ever watched and the best part it, she doesn’t know it. She redefines eccentric. She collects horror DVDs, she lives in an immensely dark room where she keeps cadavers, skeletons and mannequins which she refer to as her friends and she have names for them all. She lives in a house with four heartthrobs and two of them have the hots for her. She calls them dazzling creatures and she tries to avoid having to interact with them because whenever she sees them her nose bleeds like a fountain ( for real  ! ). 
The Perks of being a wall flower by Stephen Chbosky : is a novel about Charlie who is the friend of the guy who committed suicide. I haven't fully read the book, i'm still waiting for the hard copy to come although i have read half of it in PDFs. What intrigued me into this is the title. Are there really perks of being one of the so called wallflowers? i think there's a line where charlie says " We are infinite". I really have to grab that copy, i hate it when i forget the main lines of a book or a movie. Infinite, dictionarywise means beyond measure. Charlie is in his teen years like me, what is in this age bracket that it deserves highlighting? is it because it's the stage of confusion, the "knowing yourself" crap? Maybe i'm standing in the same brink of confusion, maybe i belong in that crap. Don't blame me, I'm a teenager. 

FranKO

I found this band last Sunday and I’ve been tuning in since. I found them while googling about this Britt lad “’ Tommy Bastow” who is le fact the band’s lead singer. Bands tend to urge me to sing at their tunes which is not obvious since I am quite known as the suffer in silence type. Their sound are, how shall I say it , a bit too heavy for a gal like me.  But hey, I’m giving it a try, as the saying goes , don’t judge the book by it’s cover, love at first sight doesn’t really happen ( does that make any sense at all). 

I've listened to their songs:
1. Vienna
2. Night time
3. I am right
4. Have you seen this man
5. Eye of the storm
 

I wish I could play an instrument but sadly I might have been only destined to listen to songs and hear my life be “audiolized” in my ears. I cant even sing, it feels like I haven’t got any bone in my body reserved for music, well you cant have everything right. In my case, you cant have anything. Blimey oh riley, the atmosphere is getting nostalgic again. I am going to fill the upcoming bits of moments of my life with the four piece’s presence until I grow out of them which is out of way at the moment.  Why is their band called FranKo anyway? That is the question I shall keep asking until the answer floats before me or in this case be sang. During our collage socialization , this senior played the piano and that is when I realized that my fondness of people does not affect how I evaluate their capacity  which is kind of a relief, I guess I’m not so biased after all. 

                                                                                                                

                                                                                                                  

                                                                                            

Confessions of Georgia Nicolson by Louise Rennison

I have started to read this series after watching the movie version and I couldn't just stop flipping the pages. Georgia Nicolson's world is just fabbity fab fab. The book stated with her dilemmas namely her:
 1) parents
2) Libby ( her lil sister)
 3. Her big nose
 4. Her lack of boyfriend
Her circle is called the ACE gang and together they do stuff like their world is the only world. Georgia herself is plain weird.She says "laughing away on a fast camel" instead of goodbye.  It's written by a Britt author so you kinda need a dictionary while reading one and the book has a glossary at the last pages.
Georgia has three guys lurking behind her:
Robbie  The Sex God:
Masimo The Italian Stallion
Dave The Laugh
Out of the three my favorite is Dave The Laugh. She says they are just mates but come on! mates dont snog each other each time  they encounter. And he is indeed a laugh. They always have their moments which makes me giggly and i develop that GEneral HORNNNN!!!!. Yes, indeed, i am talking dirty but it's a Dave the laugh horn so please extend your understanding because i just cant stop rating this boy ( although hes is fiction). I also liked Robbie at first because he is a guitar plucking God who sings in front of her wet nunga-nungas , but he keeps on dumping her because of their age gap which is in my opinion doesn't seem to matter at these days ( in the movie he is played by Aaron Johnson who married a 43-year-old, irony anyone?) Her best pal Jas " Jazzy Spazzy" is quite entertaining because she can be slow at times but when she gets upset  she takes on a huge Hump and their phone dialogues always makes me laugh. Georgia believes that she lives in a mad house but I always thought they were an ideal family which sadly I don't have.

Im currently reading the 10th and last book : Are these my basoomas I see before me?

Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging

The movie was released last 2008. It’s a British comedy teen flick. It revolves around Georgia, a typical teen age girl who have dreams beyond her perceived status. When this was released I was in 3rd year high school but I have only watched it now that I’m a junior in college. I f I watched it then , it would have been better since I would still be into adolescent dilemmas, declining self - esteem , and boy band rock stars. Not that it doesn’t make me giggle now ( trust me It  does), it would have made a tiny impact in my high school life.






So Aaron Johnson, is the Britt bass player in the band Stiff Dylans but in real life he isn’t actually a member. I went on with my usual pattern, and found out that he is married to a forty five year old. I was horrified. I mean really? She practically snatched away his youth, they live 2 decades away, is that even possible or accepted? But I snapped out of it when I read this YouTube comment that says “Its his life, he’s happy””. Therefore I ended my phantasmal on this hot Britt.

About the band Stiff Dylans, they have this song “’ Ultraviolet”” and It was the only song in repeat for two whole weeks. What is up with me and bands anyway. I always find myself singing in rock music. Im a scanty girl and me singing rock songs with the urge to pick up my air guitar and take wicked guitar face to a whole new level sometimes surprises me.

Another hot guy from the movie,Tommy Bastow as Dave the Laugh. It's the dude Georgia used to get Robbie jealous. He was also in the film EXORcISMUS (201o?) . I always have that reaction. I watch a film, i forget. I watch another one, i say " that's the guy from ____________". Then I get mental.

I read the first book last night(angus, thongs and full frontal snogging).  Straight.  ( i cant even do that with NCM )