Monday, December 31, 2012

Hello 2013

This year's new years celebration is very uneventful compared to last year. Last year had food, fireworks, and music, and this year, my family's just... jamming. My brothers are playing TF2; parents are watching TV, I'm blogging (as usual), and my little sister is doing who knows what. Our midnight snacks comprise of sandwiches (Nutella and spam). Our music, meanwhile, is an odd mixture of firework sounds and team fortress special effects.

Strangely enough, it doesn't feel like any less of a new year.

Anyway, I'm writing this to record what my family is doing, however boring it might be, because these things tend to become nostalgic and wonderful over time.

Anyway, Bea here signing off. I don't want to miss the countdown.

2013 Motto: Carpe Diem!


Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Personally, I don't really buy the doomsday theories and shiz, but the post was fun to write! :)

A day before doomsday

First of all, dear reader, you will have to understand that this post was written on December 20, 2012 at 1:19 pm- one day before the supposed end of the world. I'm writing this on behalf of all human beings who were alive at this point in time. I'm writing this in case a few of our race survived or evolved into a new species. I write this to tell you what has been happening here and the insanity that has ensued.

At this point, anything could happen. Scientific evidence leads us to believe that nothing will happen tomorrow. NASA even made a video that 'ensures' why the world won't end. Nevertheless, in case all of these organizations were wrong; in case the Mayans did know what they were doing; in case you, dear reader, are a new species I can't pretend to ever be able to comprehend, you have me to thank for.

On the other hand, if everything goes swell, and December 21, 2012 ended up being another average Christmas day, this was really fun to write; and who knows, could be featured in a museum sometime in the future.

Some A good number of us has been sent into panic- a firsthand example being a classmate of mine who cries every time 'end of the world' is mentioned. The other half, meanwhile, end up ranting about how stupid and silly everyone is being. Then, there are people like me who are fine with anything- end of the world or not.

Whatever happens tomorrow, know that the human race was incredible; that it was brilliant; that it created a lot of things; that it changed how the earth itself functioned; above all, know that the human race will not have gone down without a fight.


The usual morning lineup...

Story of my life.
Because, really, when will my life begin?
I feel like I'm waiting for something to happen. My life is waiting for an adventure.

I mean it in the sense that most of my friends have deep, tragic stories and events that changed their lives forever, and here I am... waving a "Hey, I'm a happy person" flag. Not that nothing bad has ever happened to me. I've had my share of depression days, of course, but they've come and gone, and I wasn't severely affected by them.

Everyone else has these sob stories of them loving someone for 7777 years, and being friend zoned, and having to deal with the pain everyday and pretend it's okay-- that sort. Or having abusive parents who never really cared for them.

Not me. I had a happy childhood; only had 2 crushes in my entire life (pitiful, I know); did the friend zoning...

And this in turn makes me wonder if my life is that pitiful, or if it's me.
I do have family problems. Not the abusive parents kind, but if there's anyone at home who squabbles with my parent's the most, it's me. Let's call me the black ship. I am the kind of person who speaks her mind bluntly and shamelessly, and sometimes this gets interpreted as disrespect. That and other things I'd rather not talk about. But situations have been turned against me, and I know for a fact that there have been times in which things were not fair.

What I'm saying is that it's not always paradise here at home, but for some reason, I can cope with it. I really can. I can brush things off and carry on with being the happy person I am.

And there are only two ways that is possible. Either I really am a strong person, or I don't have it as rough as others. I'm willing to bet on both.

Another thing that might have contributed to my non-eventful life is my logicality. I'm not a stupid girl, and I don't fall in love easily. Actually, I don't fall in love at  all (or yet). I won't rush into things and I more or less won't do anything stupid. The bad thing about that is that playing safe doesn't get you very far.

Maybe it's time to start taking risks. It's high time for me to escape mother Gothel's tower. And perhaps I'll find my prince charming, or get captured by villains-- it'll be an adventure either way.

Life, come at me.


Thursday, December 13, 2012

Dignity, I found out, comes with a high price

It is never a good idea to post a 'vain' photo of a girl, and make parody shots out of it. Especially when that girl is PMSing. Especially when the said girl isn't really vain, and the pictures were the only ones she took in her entire laptop career. Especially when she took those photos for very specific purposes such as testing her laptop camera.

But that didn't stop my brother. Neither did his conscience, which I now know is nonexistent.

It was a horrible, horrible deed, and it came with a price-- which, unfortunately, was my dignity.

Sigh. It also reduced me to a wailing dignity-less turtle for the rest of the day.

I wasn't even doing any duck faces or those weird camera angles. I was simply SMILING. But my brother made it look like I was one of those girls (no offense).

I made my mom force my brother into deleting the said photo before any other people saw it (2-3 have already). Still, what's been posted has been posted, and if there's anything I've learned in my years of using the internet, what gets uploaded can never be totally removed.

The internet leaves traces, people. That's the sad truth.

I just hope I was able to get it down before anyone was able to download it.

And where am I now, you ask? Here in the bathroom floor typing this entire thing before I forget.

It's also a good way to release my peelings! You read that right.

Back to the topic, think before you post, and don't ever leave your Facebook account open.

And if you can, move on with your life. :(