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everyone needs a procrastination/cramming essay topic sometime.

There are days when I think that Procrastination and Cramming should have its’ own separate subject; I know I’d definitely ace that one. There’s also something amusing by saying “My major is all about _______, but I also have a PHD in procrastination and cramming.” There are just so many more interesting things that could be done that doesn’t involve reading lessons that don’t really grab you. While the ideal student would find a way to make the subject matter more interesting (whether it be to create humorous notes or comics just to remember key facts, acronyms, all sorts of fun mnemonics) many fall prey to the little horned creature telling them it can be done later, it’s only “six o’clock and you can do it after a nap, or after dinner, or after you blow off some steam playing…” and before you know it, there’s only a few hours left between you and deadline. Getting hyped up on a huge pot of coffee or a combination of sweets, or even eating spice to keep awake and battle through the haze all for the purpose of getting a passing grade is common.

As much as I would like to say that I’m one of those lovely people that moodle about all day, then stay up all night with a pot of black tea and get something stellar and magnificent done, I’m not a pressure cooker that can create a diamond. My diamonds are inspired by the moment, and they aren’t in abundance either.

There’s the adrenaline rush, the excitement of forcing your mind to memorize, the fear of not being able to do well and the thoughts of “W-what is sleep?” looping round the brain. But there’s also the point where everything goes black and no thoughts come, everything worth thinking of, all the energy spent was killed so long ago by goblins hiding in the house. The times when you wonder why you didn’t do it sooner, then remember that sometimes it’s useful to place a topical anesthetic before doing the painful job students are paid (in allowances) to do: study, feel the pressure, snap at each other and apologize profusely afterwards and find solace with other students suffering from the exact same situation.

Darn demons and goblins, always distracting me when I want to be a model student! I have full respect for the students that have stronger wills and actually study before they play–I’d want to join that club, but first, let me play a few games…

second-guessing

I blame myself for reading Paolo Coelho’s The Winner Stands Alone. Written as an essay for a friend, I hope it’s all right, although pretty ranty. Most of the stuff down there’s true, by the way, although I never considered anthropology.

And this entry was fully inspired while reading Leigh’s blog, although she does it much, much better than I ever could. I love her writing style and how she uses her words.

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On Childhood

I can only hope it doesn’t sound preachy.

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Thinking out Loud

Graded Recitation.

I’m sort-of-okay with it, I guess. It depends on whether I think my opinion is valuable in class, or if I feel like sharing something. It isn’t narcissistic, I just don’t feel like I could recite very well. The feeling when the room goes silent and everyone is just…just listening to you, that grips me. It makes my knees shake and my heart will tremble.

But as usual, life goes on and the world doesn’t give a damn whether you’re scared or not, you have your turn and it’s up to you, what you do with it. I don’t want to screw up my turn, especially since I love Young Adult Literature.

So, here’s my ranty essay. I’m betting all of this won’t even be mentioned tomorrow, it’s just a way for me to think out loud.

Compassion is a big word, usually thrown right up there with sympathy. It’s for good people, and it’s what villains need.

The dictionary states that compassion is a noun, “A deep awareness of the suffering of another coupled with the wish to relieve it.” According to the text in Campbell’s “The Hero’s Adventure,” suffering is life.

I don’t doubt it, because if you’ve been born in this world, you were born to suffer, to fight, to learn, to grow, and to change your world, and perhaps all of ours, if you’re strong enough.

Changing your own world is hard enough, but creating something strong enough to create impact for everyone else’s world? That’s amazing. That’s what literature is. Children’s, Young Adult and Adult Literature help to expand our worlds. We aren’t thinking about ourselves anymore, and the ego isn’t your center. It’s more of…you know other people are out there, and you’re willing to try and understand them.

Every book that we have read, and will be reading, that author wrote that particular book with a message. I don’t know if they ever expected that message to reach countries they’ve probably never heard about, or that it changed the lives of total strangers. We’re all human, and we are all suffering.

Compassion is certainly needed, especially in times when each person is faced with their own dragons, their own creeps.

For literary examples…this one is tough, isn’t it? I have some contenders…

  • Jack (and the player controlling him) from Bioshock 1
  • Jack and Big Daddy Delta (main characters from Bioshock 1 and 2, respectively) about the Little Sisters
  • Karana and the animals from The Island of the Blue Dolphins
  • Readers and the main character of whatever story they’re reading

Bioshock 1’s Jack is the main character. We never see his face, just his hands. And his hands have chain tattoos on them. As you progress through the game, there is a guy named ‘Atlas’ that will give you seemingly helpful tips, each beginning with the phrase, “Would you kindly.”

“Would you kindly grab that transistor radio?”

“Would you kindly find a camera?

“Would you kindly…”

“Would you kindly…”

If you were to use this phrase on me, I’d think you were a fan, because Jack is a brainwashed child, trained to do anything that begins with the phrase, ‘would you kindly.’

And you are unaware of this, all throughout the game. Until finally it is revealed, by Andrew Ryan, the person that created Rapture (an underwater utopia of sorts, where no man would be constrained by religion or government. It crumbles, ultimately.)

The order?

“Kill, would you kindly?” He gives you a golf club and you are forced to watch as your character continues to smack Andrew Ryan with it, until he dies.

The realization that you are not in control of your character hits home, very very hard. In games, I, personally am used to the idea that I control my own character. I control him. This character does what I want him to do, because it is of my own will.

Bioshock made me see that the only choice I really had was to put the disc in the PS3/xbox/PC and press ‘start.’

I definitely felt like an idiot. And the compassion comes in because no matter how much I hated Atlas for making me feel like an idiot (because it was, in some odd way him who was controlling my character, and indirectly, me) I couldn’t bear to kill him. Before I finished the game for the first time, I saved after Andrew Ryan’s death, turned off the xbox 360 and was very, very creeped out.

Now, Jack and Big Daddy Delta. They have a choice, whether to save or harvest Little Sisters, girls either kidnapped or taken away from their parents (or sent to ‘Orphanages’ where they are conditioned to become the Sisters.) they harvest ADAM from dead bodies (they’re given special powers via injecting plasmids, created from ADAM. There are people that take it too far and go crazy. These people are called Splicers. Drug addicts, to put it mildly.) and ride on top of Big Daddies.

Now, after taking down the Big Daddy, you have a choice. To save the Sister from the ADAM’s control (and hereby giving her a chance at a better life) to gain little–but they give you gifts later–ADAM, or you can harvest her, which, as it implies, killing her in order to gain more ADAM.

I saved them all because I couldn’t bear the thought of killing a little girl.

Karana from the Island of the Blue Dolphins. This girl was marooned after a ship with her whole tribe left her behind, because she dove into the water and swam back to get Ramo, her little brother. He was killed by wild dogs soon after.

While living in the Island all alone, she has pet birds and a dog. As time goes on, she feels compassion for the animals she hunts for food, and sees them as friends. Her feelings for sea otters, which her tribe have used for food and use their soft pelts for cloaks, changes when she saves one, who has babies.

Eventually she chooses not to hunt any animal on land, and when Aleuts (strangers) come to the island again looking for otter, she pretends not to know what they’re talking about. She chose to protect the otters and the other animals, who have been her family in the place of her tribe.

Readers and the main character from whatever story they’re reading. This is self-explanatory, but for a book to be a good book, you have to -care- about the main character. That’s what I think. And those are the books you will read, and re-read, and in some extreme cases, you will stop reading because you know a certain character you love will die.

Well, those are my choices for the graded recitation. I don’t know if I can think up of more, or if I’ll just use one of these…

I have too much faith in humanity sometimes

Shirt

I thought "Wow, green and yellow look great together." instead of looking at the caption. xD

edit; Nic left a comment saying that this shirt was photoshopped and isn’t real.

So, hey. Thanks to this facebook fan page we were able to keep track of all that happened during Typhoon Falcon’s sobbing rampage. But when this shirt was called to attention (by my classmate, since she has cousins in DLSU) I laughed. Seriously? Petty fights and catty comments about a shirt?

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What I want

(I published this in another blog, but I deleted that blog, so here it is again, with some more little additions.)

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I think it’s a blog entry.

My World Literature teacher gave me an assignment, which was to write a reaction paper on “Never Give All the Heart.” I asked a friend for some help and he said “Correlate it to 5 Centimeters Per Second [yes, it’s an anime.]” So I watched a clip while writing my thoughts down.

I think that this type of reaction is more personal and has a “blogg-y feel”, so I wanted to run it by you guys first.
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Aside from being a book lover, I am an anime fan. 5 Centimeters Per Second was recommended to me when I was looking for answers. See, my homework is supposedly to react about “Never Give All the Heart,” but I wanted to do something different other than just reacting, because I’d just say what everyone else said.

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Misfit.

“You don’t seem to fit here.”

That’s what I was told by an old classmate, batchmate and a headstrong friend; Pat, back when I was a student at art school. De La Salle – College of St. Benilde. I was, for all intents and purposes a Benildean, but while waiting for the appropriate time to head home (back then it was almost-always before six pm) we talked, and the last bits were:

Pat: What’s your course, then?
Me: Photography.
Pat: Oh, really? I always thought you’d take journalism. Seeing you around here surprised me.

Yeah, I was surprised with me too. But it’s almost a vocation, this writing business. When I’m not writing I Google ways to write, writing prompts, other people’s blogs. One afternoon I was looking for blogs and reviews about the Pilot G-tec gel pen, in 0.3 black.

If it isn’t pens or writing, or how to get published or what writers do to get off the Internet and stick themselves to that chair and make things up, it’s usually food.

Now that I’m a freshman at the University of Santo Tomas taking up an English Literature degree, the amount of people that liked my status seems to speak for itself.

Reading, analyzing text (or analysing, for that matter) and scribbling this and that during class instead of drawing satisfies me. Drawing is pleasant, but it’s a hobby. I’m not a good artist. I do it to relax and kill a few hours when I don’t feel like typing anything.

It seems like a better fit.

Mom also said I could learn any language I wanted, but I must be fluent at it; that is the sole reason she will be paying for my French lessons after we get a new auto, as my aunt from Brussels likes to say.

From online friends I am learning Japanese and Russian, and from a professional I will be learning French. My online friends and the thought of communicating in their mother tongue is charming.

I doubt I’ll ever be fluent in Japanese or Russian without good professionals. Kit wants to be a teacher, so one day I might end up in her class, with a bunch of young students learning the Cyrillic alphabet.

Ы is the most evil letter in the Cyrillic universe, and the thought of the Russians, whom I have considered a very cold and poker-faced bunch, drinking vodka until they somehow manage to knock someone senseless with a steel pipe smiling and laughing never fails to amuse. Though I still would like to think that Russian bears are bigger and roam a secret plot of snow-land.

Not that I’ve ever had the chance to drink up the culture that wasn’t found in the bottom of a sobering glass. I think I’d like a White Russian now, s’il vous plaît.

С наилучшими пожеланиями.

(That’s “best wishes” up there in Russian, by the way. If that damn online dictionary’s accurate.)

What *are* my hobbies?

“What are your hobbies?”

This is a very loaded question. I dabble in a lot of things. Book and notebook collecting, mostly. On the side and when it strikes my fancy, I look for fountain pens.

Mostly I shelf it off to the portion of my mind that proclaims “This is for when you have a job. You are a college student and can’t finance all these at the same time, you addict.” and forget about it.

But when The Little Prince series came out as a limited-edition thing from Moleskine, I’ve never wanted a job more than that single moment in Greenbelt’s National Bookstore. :<

When I'm not being a general notebook/pen/book girl, I like to bake or cook. I love food. I'm also a gamer, albeit a casual one. Right now I'm in the process of finishing inFamous (I'm the good one this route) and Persona 3 P. Brother wants to trade the PSP for a DS-Lite, so I'm pressured to finish the game and experience the ending with the boy I want (Ken Amada).

I'm also a college student, a commuter and your ever-present friend that just likes to wander aimlessly when I have no real plans. And talk to a friend or three while that's happening, because I like exchanging stories and opinions.

I draw when I feel like it, though my proportions are never on-par, I also sew small felt things. Must get back to sewing that plushie base.

My attention-span is horrible. I pick things up, set them down and pick them back up when I feel like it. It actually takes effort for me to keep up or finish something.

Sigh.

Time to save, since there aren't any promising writing contests to join right now. If you know any open to 20 year-olds in the Philippines (the 16-and-under set seems preferred) that aren't ending this month, let me know.