Before I fall

They say ‘live every day as if it’s your last’ - but you never actually think it’s going to be. At least I didn’t. The thing is, you don’t get to know when it happens. You don’t remember to tell your family that you love them or - in my case - remember to say goodbye to them at all. But what if, like me, you could live your last day over and over again? Could you make it perfect? If your whole life flashed before your eyes, would you have no regrets? Or are there some things you’d want to change…? 

After reading this book, I certainly thought I was going to cry. Damn, it made me sad - I was so happy how the ending turned to be so light but then, she died, Sam died. And right then, as I closed the book, I thought what if I was her? That must have been very awful.

Well, I only borrowed the book from EJ, and thank you for that dude!  I truly like it, swear. It’s just so amazing to think how every character in the story is super relatable. Hahaha

Lastly, I’d like to share this to you, and it’s from the book. “I guess that’s what saying good bye is like - like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making choice to do it. Once you’re in the air, there’s nothing you can do but let go.”

I salute you Lauren Oliver, swear. :-D

Critique.

So I have a question. What can you say that they’ve chosen Theo James to play Tobias Eaton’s, also known as “Four”, role in the movie for Divergent by Veronice Roth?

I am not campaigning against it okay? My say is that, why him? Of all God-knows-how-many hot guys can take the role, I literally can’t imagine him acting as my beloved Four. He sure has that full lower lip and all but I at least expected someone younger, God he’s almost thirty years old. I thought maybe Alex Pettyfer or Lucas Till or Alexander Ludwig or someone awesome. Well sure thing, there’s nothing I can do about it. But seriously, I can’t help myself.

I’m sorry if I’m being totally absurd and against Veronica’s “He’s the right Four” opinion. But the Divergent Trilogy has truly became a part of my youth, more of like an obsession, you see, my blog title’s an evidence. But I’ve already gotten pissed off for having Shailene Woodley to act as Tris and now this? Fine. I’ll just have to endure this because I love the book. 

And if you agree with me, please do let me know. Just so I’d be a bit comforted. :-)

Influencer & Influencee

I mean, these words don’t even exist. Hahaha

This is about who influenced me to do this and that and what I think I influenced them in return, after all, life on earth is interconnected just like the food web and to be more complex – the food chain. Whatever.

It’s quite ironic since the stuff I say like those bad words and other mannerisms came from my friends. Like saying those bitchy words out loud is influenced greatly by Christel and partly by EJ. Stalking blogs is sort of a hobby I got from Eliza because of that incident when she went through my blog and flooded my inbox. Me saying the word “Promise?” as often as I’ve noticed, influencer – Chelay. Eating, like always eating – Pieger. Not wearing my ID – my classmates. Going to school late – still my classmates. Somehow being thrifty – Sentra. Listening to a music through earphones while talking to someone  - Chelay.

And many many more.

And as to what I think I influenced them to do, I have no idea. Hahaha.

Dear Charlie.

Today is a very special day. I actually didn’t think it would be this special. Okay, okay, I know. I’m talking in circles. So here, let me tell you why.

I got to school a bit late for our Graduation practice. Well, it wasn’t really a problem because as a member of the Banner roll, I already have my seat reserved at the front. I thought it was going to be like boring. But then at lunch, I came with an idea and asked Chelay, Sentra, and Meloi out for lunch at Jollibee. They’re game. Then we saw EJ and company there and decided to have lunch with our groups together. After that, we decided to kill the time at Chelay’s house. There we; Me, Chelay, Meloi, EJ and Sentra, laid on her bed just talking and listening to music and stuff. It was still fun.

After like, 45 minutes, we went back to school since Sentra’s already worried she might lose her seat if we arrive late for the practice. Well, fortunately, time went like a bee. We decided to go back to Chelay’s house to hang out again, and so we did. We played with her plastic balloons, talked about childhood, etcetera, and etcetera. Too bad Sentra left after a while so there are just four of us left.

By 5 PM we went to our place in the Elementary School and roamed around the school. We climbed up the roof of a line of classrooms and half-ran along the roof, oh my gosh it could have broken apart.

We then stayed at the play ground and took some pictures and talked and just talked, until it became dark and then it’s late. Then they left after, approximately, three hours.

So my point Charlie is that it’s just so nice being able to talk to your friends not caring about the awkwardness and having them deal with my strict parents and all. And when I came home tonight, reminiscing what had happened today, your story in the Perks of Being a Wallflower came into my consciousness. And it’s not like I’m a wallflower. It’s just how your friends made your day. And that inspired me.

This is not actually just addressed to you, Charlie, it’s actually for everyone to know, thank you for reading this. And of course, I’d like to thank my friends for bringing some good vibes into me. As always, buddies, may the odds be ever in our favor because I’m sure, it’s not just tonight that I swear we are infinite.

Forever Dauntless,

Dan.

Hi.

I know what you’re thinking, here goes Danica’s dramas again. So don’t you dare ask me what’s wrong or tell me that it’s okay, because it obviously isn’t. And there is nothing else I’d be doing tonight but cry my heart out. And to you XY (not your real initials) I guess I shouldn’t hate you so much but I do because what you actually said was the truth and the truth sucks. Fine, they win. So please just let me say all the things I’d want you to hear right now from my stupid mouth. And later on, don’t worry, you’ll never get to hear them more often. Just let me cry myself to sleep. That’s it. Right now, I know it’s bad, but I don’t want to think that what I’m doing is so not-being-a-Christian. Just this once.

Fuck. Bitch. Bullshit. Goddamnit. Screw you. Shit. Die. Arse. Fuck off. 

Teddy!

Narrated with regal profanity by Patrick Stewart’s Dickins diction, Ted introduces us to a young outcast Boston kid named John Bennett who wishes one Christmas night that his new teddy bear could come to life and be his best friend. With a twinkle of holiday magic, the wish comes true and “Teddy” walks, talks, and hugs with unconditional love. The kid and bear are instant celebrities, but notoriety fades and the sweet-voiced bear and nerdy kid grow up to be slackers Ted and the 35-year-old mid-level car rental employee John.

Best buds for life sharing a weed habit, a fear of storms, and an unhealthy obsession with 1980’s Flash Gordon, their lazy ways continuously get in the way of John’s four-year relationship with the beautiful and successful Lori Collins. While she’s game for shenanigans and can hang with the boys, Lori still longs for John to grow up, clean up, and be a worthy possible husband. He loves her, but is constantly held back by Ted and dumb mistakes. Go figure.

One of the greatest lessons in the movie is the thought of being careful with what you wish for. This lesson is as easy and obvious as where the story itself is always going. Childhood wishes are always fanciful, innocent, and made without thought of the consequences. I like that Ted, whether believable or not, plays a childhood wish out to adulthood, showing that not everything is bubble gum and candy like you thought when you were 7.

But above all else, what I really admire about this movie is the strength of the bond of friendship and how it moved mountains. :-)

Why good bye.

Four years ago, some of us do not know each others’ names yet. We thought that maybe high school is the end of elementary gossips, friendships, stereotypes, love stories and whatnot. Seniors passed our classrooms, looked at us like we’re something to eat, I wonder why? My friend CL (not the real initials) got courted by a senior, she was ablazed. Five months later, he broke her heart. Those were the days when I kept telling myself, “Am I ugly?”. Then I realized I was. But my parents disagreed, of course.

Sophomore came like a what, storm. I wasn’t ready yet. But then, my friends changed and I’ve got a new group of buddies to hang out with. I started to realize the concept of peer pressure and the like, and I did it anyway. I suddenly wanted freedom. My parents can be very controlling, and for that I momentarily despised them – which was so wrong of me. I’ve had a crush on this lad and we became almost best friends, but I got over him anyway.

Junior! One more year kick and I’m good to go. But what the hell happened? Why am I in this battle field of infatuation, school problems and so so much more high school dramas. Ugh. Well, I cried a lot during junior, I was like a kid. Gosh.

And this year, I laughed a lot. I became closer with my friends. We watched flowers bloom, storms strike and time pass together. I suddenly wondered why does time, when everything seems okay, passes by quickly. Damn it. Thirteen more pain staking days and we’ll be gone. Off to college or wherever our feet may bring us. I want to get out of this threshold already, but I’m not ready to place the dramas in my chest of memories yet. I still want to stay, but it seems like I‘ve got no other choice but to say good bye.