Catching Fire

As much as I told myself to slow down reading this book, I failed. I'm so caught up with the story. And now, I am here, sobbing in my room because I can't grip on the reality that there's only one book left in this trilogy.

HUNGER GAMES, you're ruining my life.

First, the Hunger Games. Second, Catching Fire. And every time a finish a book, the feeling gets worse. I feel like crying. Especially with Catching Fire. Oh, Peeta. What to do? :(

Okay, I'm sorry. I'm just really sad.... I don't want to read the last book, Mockingjay. Because I think I might kill myself afterwards. :))))

Might as well do my homeworkS (emphasis on the S) and review for my quiz tomorrow. :-)
Bye, peops. Bye, Peeta. Til next time. :')

Books. Books. Books.

Splurge -- yes, that's the word. I've been splurging these days. Half of my allowance goes to books. And I am now back to poverty. People have been asking me for good books. Hence, I give you my list. :-)

Forgive me if I ever forget something.
In no particular order:

1. The Perks Of Being A Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky
2. Love The One You're With, Emily Giffin
3. Looking For Alaska, John Green
4. The Time Traveler's Wife, Audrey Niffenegger
5. The Hunger Games Trilogy (Hunger Games, Catching Fire, Mockingjay), Suzanne Collins
6. The Five People You Meet in Heaven, Mitch Albom
7. Something Borrowed, Emily Giffin
8. Tuesdays With Morrie, Mitch Albom
9. To Kill A Mockingbird, Harper Lee
10. Catcher In The Rye, J.D Salinger

Becoming 18.

I am 18. Definitely 18. But I don't look like one. I look like a high-school-student-in-a-college-uniform. Bleh. Okay maybe a part of the reasons is that I don't fix myself. Literally. I don't even wear concealer or foundation on daily basis. Okay, even in not-so-daily basis. I hate the sticky feeling. Ugh. I just wear baby powder and lip gloss then I'm off to school.

But, really. Twice in this certain day. People (specifically, family friends) were shocked to know that I am already in 2nd year college. That changes things. Maybe I really need to start being 'girly' or whatever. Sooo... I asked my mom to teach me how to do eyebrows. And I refreshed my memory and practiced putting eye shadow. I think it was a success. :-)

Still, I am bored. And as per usual, my YouTube tab is open and decided to look at some of the tutorials.
Check them out!

I'm going to watch some more. BRB! :-)

Safe and Sound

Because I love soundtracks from my favorites book-turned-into-movie. This one is for the Hunger Games. :-) It fits the story perfectly! Wonder when they will play this? Maybe as Rue's lullaby. Or maybe in the cave. When Katniss is with Peeta. And... Okay, no spoilers anymore... :-)

May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor

And, yes. I'm back! A week of Midterms is over. (Okay, I know this post is long overdue, but still) So, yeah. And didn't study quite well because of this book that I'm reading at that time. I know, okay? I shouldn't read a week from Midterms. But, WTH. Hahaha!! I've been waiting for my order of this book to arrive. And, voila! (Thank you Fully Booked -- my forever best-bookstore friend.)

Yeah. You got it right. The Hunger Games.

Believe me. It took some time for a friend of mine and another human being I met on iMessage (HAHA) to convince me into reading the book. From what I've heard, it's a story about killing. And I'm really not that kind of person. I don't like action things and stuff. But they insisted that it is really, really good.

And damn. They are right.

And yeaaaaaah. I'm an addict now. I just read the book thrice already and ordered the next two books of the trilogy. Okay, Imma explain my addiction to it. If you know me personally, then you actually know that I love the Twilight Saga to death, right? So, yep. That's how I am right now.

AND FITTINGLY, the movie adaptation of the book (I know, every single book in this planet is being turned into a movie) is going to be released on March 23rd!!!! I don't care if that's the week of my finals. I'M GOING TO WATCH THE MOVIE THE DAY IT OPENS. Nope, I'm not screaming! I just have this weird, jiggy-ish feeling because I am freakin' excitedddd!!!!!

Okay. So, here's the trailer guys. Enjoy! :-)

PEETA IS MINE, SO, BACK OFF. :)))))))))

Okay I'm going to read the book. Again.

GOOD BYE, PEEPS! XX

Same old, same old....

Writing is my outlet when it comes to frustration and sadness. I usually write poems when I'm sad and things like that. But it hit my mind that blogging is also a form of writing. And yes, I'm gonna share with you things because I know you guys won't even read it 'cause it's waaaaaaaaaay too long! :)) Hence, a plus for me! Hahaha. Nonetheless, here goes my rant.

This is NOT just another teenager-is-being-moody moment because 1. I don't think I'm considered as one anymore, 2. That's stupid, and 3. I'm thinking before I act now. I am just as confused as any other human in the world that is in the same scenario. I hate being copied. And no. The saying, "Immitation is the highest form of flattery" doesn't apply to me. Or maybe I just hated being copied by this one specific person.

I can't share to you this feeling because no words can translate this feeling into words. Hahaha! The irony of life. I just really, really, really wish that sometimes, parents will look (or just even TRY) to understand the other side of the coin. I've been hearing a loooot of crap lately. And I really try my very best not to show everyone that I'm not in the mood. I don't act like a baby at all. I try to be mature and just keep quiet.

BUT, oh no. No. No. Everything's just not enough. Even the effort you make to smile despite being angry at the world. Because apparently, you can just flinch and they'll think you're making faces or something. Minsunderstood. I think that the best word to describe it. I feel like I am being misunderstood in every level that you can ever think of.

Maybe I'm writing this (and sharing this to everyone who knows my blog) because I feel like I need to express my frustrations. I can't keep it to myself anymore because one day, I think I'll explode. :))))) Okay, that's a joke. But you do get my point, right? Or maybe, I just need to feel that assurance that somebody's listening to me. Maybe I've just been fed up with all the dramas of life.

I don't know. Everything is a question for me right now....
Because really, I'm tired of taking everybody's crap JUST so that they'll be happy.