I've been reading my last post

And siriusly, I sound like this... emotional hippie. lol. Spread the love~
Anyway, It's the first day of school.
I might do a post about it later. After I do a Perks-Of-Being-A-Wallflower-Appreciation One.
Later.
Besides, I'm a bit preoccupied with writing right now.

To my non-existent readers, I love you very much for putting up with the crap I write (Yes. I can't believe I just swore!)

Just a note. :)

XOXO
Bea

The End Of Summer

It's 1:30 am right now, and I just decided that I want to blog. About what? I don't know yet, but there was this sudden urge that took me, and I knew that i had to act on it. This is probably a bad idea (very bad indeed), because we will have to get up at 5:00am tomorrow... or later in this case... but there has always been this careless rebel within me who doesn't pay attention to the consequences, and thinks impulsively (and it's rather contradictory to what people perceive me to be. Yes, they think I am this goody-two-shoes rich kid, which, in some aspects, I might be. But to think of ME as a purely girly goody-goody who is scared of the rules is wrong. Very wrong. Those people don't know me). Anyway, I am using an itouch right now, so sorry in advance for any typos, etc.

Summer has turned me into an insomniac. It made me nocturnal. It gave me so many new experiences, and made me discover myself more. In my last blog post, I wrote about my summer plans, and what was going to happen after summer... and now, summer is only a week from ending. School's starting. It makes me slightly sad to think about this. But it also makes me excited. I realized somewhere along the days of summer, that I loved my classmates. We are the most rebellious class in High School (my teachers would assure you that), but we genuinely care for and love each other. They freaking cared about me, and I really did miss every single person in my class (except for two annoying guys, but I don't want to go into detail about them).

I went to a summer enrichment program. What was so bad about it was that everyone, and I mean everyone else, were classmates from another school and knew each other. I was the odd one out. And it isn't because they were a bunch of mean kids that I felt lonely, awkward, etc.. It was because they were strangers-- strangers who knew each other, and people from a class that wasn't mine. They probably thought I was really soft and nice... extremely shy... and a bit snotty. They didn't know the real me. They didn't make me comfortable. (But I did meet one or two people who had the same vibes as I did, and those were the real friends I made.)

My summer was fun... Really short, but fun. I didn't do everything I wanted to, but honestly, could anyone have?

It gave me the time to enrich myself, do things I genuinely wanted to do, improve the things I am good at.

Summer Bea had a blast, and I hope she stays with me forever. And... Though it wasn't as long as I wanted it to be... I thank summer for a lot of things--- mainly, for helping me rediscover myself in ways I had never imagined.

I really do have to sleep now... It's 2:05 AM... And my parents will kill me if they wake up and find me still awake.

I've got three hours of sleep left.

I'll survive.

Xoxo
Bea

Summer Plans

VAS HAPPENING?
It has been well over a month since my last post here, but that's okay since nobody reads this crap, anyway. Right?
So to my nonexistent readers, school's done (well, almost). It's SUMMER VACATION! *Plays "What Time Is It?" in HSM 2.*
Yesterday, I tried to paint Hermione Granger in an old t-shirt, because I wanted to sell a merchandise this summer, so I was practicing, but it turned out to be an epic fail. The paint was too old. The brush was too dry. And a bunch of other excuses. Blah. Blah. Blah.
I will be very busy over the summer... doing the things I missed last summer (when I was in China). Like writing fan fiction. Reading MORE books. Playing the piano like a boss. Improving my art skills (I want to study charcoal drawing, and portraits). Reading more manga. Oh, and getting more followers on twitter, which is @yellbea by the way.

It's raining  right now, and I just had to mention this, even though it is irrelevant to this blog post. Because, in case you didn't know, I absolutely love the rain. And I guess I don't completely hate Climate Change, because, then, I wouldn't be able to enjoy the rain during summertime. (I'm assuming all the changes in the weather, like it being HOT in December, and a lot of rain in March, is because of Climate Change. Don't bother correcting me if I'm wrong. I'm bound to find out somehow.) But enough of that. Summer Summer Summer...

My room's being cleaned right now, like spring cleaning maybe, except we don't have spring here. All my art materials are... like... sprawled on the floor, and it makes my room a bit messy, which is fine by me, because artists should be messy. (Yes, I do consider myself as an artist. The egotistic side of me simply cannot have it otherwise).

I think this will be an important summer for me. One of the most important in my life. Because, it's kind of like an endpoint... in a way. This is kind of hard to explain. It's like... the end of summer is a cliff. Time is running normally until the end of summer, and after summer... time will speed up. Sucks, I know. I don't want to grow up. And... ew. I'm going to be OLD after summer time. I don't want to grow up. I want time to freeze, and I want to live in neverland. I feel like college, and my future... like I will see them below the cliff. And I'm approaching the cliff right now. It's so close...

Wait. No more dark thoughts for me. I blame it on the rain.

ANYWAY, THE HUNGER GAMES will be showing tomorrow. YAY. I am super excited. Pee my pants excited (except, I wouldn't do that). It will not disappoint. It will not disappoint.
Also, I am going to HARRY POTTER WORLD! How awesome is that???? I get to drink Butterbeer, and go around Hogwarts... and Hogsmeade... and THAT IS JUST FREAKIN' AWESOME. So excited I might ACTUALLY pee in my pants (haha jk).

And there. My plans for summer all laid out for you, my imaginary friends. I need to take a shower right now. It's like.... 2:00pm. I woke up at 12... which is another advantage of Summer. I get to sleep late, and STILL get more hours of sleep than on school time. No curfew. No eyebugs. No sense of time. Fun. Fun. Fun.

So... Thanks for reading. :)

XOXO
Bea

Paramore

I was gonna blog about our 5th national tour to Cebu and Bohol, which was 75% fun by the way, but I changed my mind. I'm too lazy to narrate our oh-so-interesting adventure there.

Anyway, I recently got addicted to this band.

Which starts with P and ends with MORE.

POTTERMORE!

Nah, I was kidding, and even though that "joke" was as corny as it could get, it randomly popped into my mind.

And so I HAD to type it.

Anyway, everyone can pretty much guess what it was, at first sight.

Seriously? Paramore.

YES. PARAMORE THE MOST AWESOME ROCK BAND OF TODAY'S DECADE.

Probably because it's not too rock-ish, or it's not trying too hard to ROCK.

You see, I usually don't like noisy rock songs. The ones with crazy drum combos, electric guitar, and screaming. Lots of screaming.

I've never really appreciated ROCK (as a genre), but Paramore changed me, in some ways.

My addiction was the gradual kind, where I randomly listened to The Only Exception.

Only to find myself listening to it again later that day. And later that evening.

And the next day.

And then "randomly" searching for other awesome Paramore songs.

And then listening to That's What You Get.

Again. And Again. And Again.

And then listening to other Paramore songs.

And the cycle goes on and on.

And then one day, I just realize.

WOW. I'm hooked.

Hayley Williams is just so inspiring, you know? She wears nothing but t-shirts, pants, and converse, but she stands out. All she does is sing and flip her hair, and yet we can immediately see her rocker attitude.

PARAMORE is an awesome band.

And I feel bad for appreciating it only now.

Oh, the years I wasted. :P

XOXO

Bea

Priority Books

You see, I've got a REALLY long reading list, because sometimes, I don't have enough time to read (shocking). I'm the kind of person who's ALWAYS busy. Schoolwork, art, computer, anything. And so, I can't go around reading all the books I want to. And I know the saying, "If there's a will, therems a way", but i cant "will" reading everyday. Because, something will have to be sacrificed (sleep, grades, etc). Anyway, my "TOP PRIORITY BOOKS" right now are "Pride and Prejudice" and "Lord of the Rings" (okay, fine, book series). I just finished to Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, and imma talk about it in a later post, maybe. Sometimes, I feel like a jack of all trades, you know? Because I'm so busy, I can't concentrate on one thing only. I am a good piano player, but my note reading's not that fast. I'm athletic (in the running and swimming aspect) but I don't train everyday. I love to read books, but compared to some people, my book reading age is "young". I can write well, but I know I could be a way better writer if I wrote a lot more. Ugh. This is all so frustrating.

Woah. Those last sentences were off topic.

XOXO
Bea

Practice Writing: Suspense

Sometimes, when there's no wifi (and so there is nothing to do), and I'm bored, I do this thing called "practice writing" in my iPod touch. It's when I write a random story, or opening, just so I could practice on a particular "feeling" or "genre" (if that's the word). I write anything that pops into my head, and just make things flow.

Here's a Practice Writing Thing I Wrote on the Airport

I woke to the sound of quick rain drops beating on the bedroom window. I jerked awake, eyes wide open, and scanned the room, looking for the intruder. Darkness. Apprehension filled me up inside. My eyes circled the dark corners, until I was certain I was alone.
I was alone.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
I was sure it would be tonight. I lay back and pulled the covers on me, knowing full well this would be another one of those sleepless nights. The pillow was soft under my head as I gazed at the ceiling to think.
It was the nightmare, I realized. It was the nightmare that woke me up. Not any ordinary nightmare, because it was always the same one. I shuddered as I remembered the intense details, the vivid images that consumed me in my sleep. The nightmare, in so many ways, was worse than reality.
I was running again. Running towards the grassy plains of Nigrasa. Running away from them. Running away from him. The wolves, the wolves were chasing me. And no matter how far I run, I always ended up in the place I tried so hard to avoid. The jungle was my prison, and I could not free myself from its grasp. And the next thing I knew, I was falling. Falling down the dark shadow of a hole with no end. I kept screaming. Because I knew where I was headed next. And I knew who I would see. Him. His menacing laughter, chorused with the howls of the wolves, echoed through the darkness, filling up my ears, terrorizing me, until I woke up screaming.
I looked at the alarm clock. 5:00 A.M. It was early morn, only an hour before my usual wake up time. It was going to be a long day.
I glanced at the window again, making sure nothing was there. And despite the present circumstances, i smiled a bit to myself. It looks like I would live today. I wasn't dead yet.
My name is Aderna Collins, 14 years old, and a sophomore in Fortuna High. Up until a few months ago, my life was completely normal. By normal, i mean a life not involving psychopathic werewolves, and cursed bodies. A life where you don't have to worry about keeping alive until tomorrow. A life not involving him. Its a mad goose chase out there, and the odds were not in my favor. Everyday could be my death, or my life. Everyday was a risk to take.
Still, I have to keep moving, keep breathing, and i have to keep myself alive. Because this is my last chance, an I'm not going to ruin it again.


XOXO
Bea

This Week's Doodles

Here's the thing.
I love to draw. Anywhere. Anytime.
Doodle. Sketch. Cartoon. Everything.
I draw on pad papers, my notebooks, my books, my ARM.
Here are a bunch of stuff I drew today and yesterday.
Just wanted to post them here. :)

Drawn yesterday morning in my Chinese book. I like her eyes. :)))

Drawn this morning, in the next page of my Chinese book. LOL. You know that sort of anime scene, where a really pretty girl with long hair jumps at night, and you see the dark sky, and usually a moon behind her? I wanted to create something like it. Anyway, the hand's not really well drawn, but I suck at hands , so it's pretty ok. No feet cause I think it will ruin the drawing, and I wan't able to put eyes, 'cause it's hard to draw without teacher noticing.

I really like this drawing. Drawn yesterday. I was actually going to draw a uniform only, but  I ended up adding arms, legs, and the rest of the body. Her eyes are covered by her bangs, and I love her hair. What I love the most though, is that hot sadistic smile. Mann, she's sadist.

Here is a zoomed in version. Don't you love that smile? :)

It's just that, one second my hand is still, and the next second, it's working on it's next masterpiece. I sometimes draw unconsciously. I swear my hands have a mind of their own.

XOXO

Bea