Boots Are Smexy...yeaaa

So, apparently my boots are hot. Like comment worthy hot.

Oh yeah.

Today was our BUSMATH Finals(omigeeasdfgh!) and I figured since I wasn't going to be walking around much I'd wear my knee high suede Marks&Spencer boots because I can't use it during regular school days.

I paired it with my pink plaid Topshop knee-length(give or take a few cm) skirt, a grey polka-dotted Plains&Prints blouse and a cream white cardigan.

I was going for a preppy cool look since I was going to take an exam.

Right, anyway after we(Gi and I) took our exams, which was easier compared to our quizzes, we went to pass Gi's church involvement letter for TREDONE in William Hall. We took the elevator up.

When we took the elevator down, there were three guys behind/beside(depends on your perspective) us. They looked at me, then my shoes and then they giggled.

Yes, giggled. Fortunately it was in a guy-ish giggly way.

But still.

Giggling? Yea.

I thought I looked weird so I tried ignoring them.

Oh I was wrong. They were pseudo-whispering to each other and since I do sometimes have keen hearing I heard one of them say "Dude, don't get a hard-on."

Yes. I heard right.

A hard-on.

I don't know if they thought girls wouldn't know what that meant but since I do--don't ask how-- I was kind of startled.

Like, what the hell? Seriously? Really?

Well, at least that was a boost of my ego, no matter how crude it was.

My boots are smexy hot. They make you want to get a hard-on. Dude.

I couldn't stop mentally laughing.

Last Day!

Oh noes! Today is the last days of my classes!

I mean there's still the finals week but I won't be attending my class anymore.

I was pretty melancholic and introspective today. Mostly because Mockingjay was still trapped inside my head and today was the last day of classes and I was sleepy.

I was in total need of someone to debate and discuss with.

This is why I need a boyfriend...I need someone that is obliged to listen to me.

Seriously.

Anyways I just finished making my mushy birthday letter to Bubbles and I'm so much more happier...

Yes, I just needed to let it out.

I still need to think about Mockingjay and I'll pro'lly read it again just so I can make a real review of the book. The Hunger Games trilogy is pro'lly the only book besides the Kite Runner to have been able to give me this melancholic, grasping feeling.

It's like I need to talk to someone about this. I need others' opinions about it, I need to fully understand.

I did that in my finals for HUMALIT for Kite Runner. I still don't have it for Mockingjay though I've talked to Chii about it. At least some part of it.

Which reminds me, HUMALIT is pro'lly the class that I will miss the most because I love the professor and the way she teaches and the subject.

Next is BUSORGA, then a tie between HUMAART and COMP1LM and lastly BUSMATH...although I love all of them, or at least my profs.

I need to pass my finals tho,

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Mockingjay: The Finish

This book was literally something I could not put down.

It sucked it me up into it's world and reality pretty much melted away.

I've missed messages and IMs and my bedtime curfew all because MY world became a secondary thing.

Mockingjay is spellbinding.

I cried like a baby, especially where Peeta is concerned. Katniss is someone you can connect with, she's real...or as real as any fictional character can be.

Although I spoiled myself and skipped to the ending earlier that did not stop me from worrying over Peeta. And of course the deaths of all other beloved characters pulled a chord in my heart. Right now I'm still on my last sniffles.

Cinna, Bogg, Finnick, Prim, Castor, the Leeg twins, ...so many died.

I was especially sad about Cinna, Finnick and Prim's death. And the way Collins wrote it, she's a  lot like Peeta, she can paint a picture with just words. And the pictures were vivid, tragic, overwhelming.

I'm glad though that President Coin was killed.

I never did like her. And as much as I didn't like President Snow, he does have a point of not wasting lives.

And of course I will never, ever believe in anything or anyone that condones sacrificing a child's life to teach other people, specifically adults a lesson.

When P.Coin suggested a new Hunger Games for the Capitol's children I wanted to kill her then and there. I didn't agree with Katniss going with it even if the decision is for Prim.

It would become a cycle. What would happen seventy-five years later then? Would there be another uprising?

Thank god, Katniss shot Coin at the last moment.

Perhaps that was what Bogg's last commands meant. Do not trust Coin. She's no better than Snow.

The whole book is pretty much filled with heart wrenching scenes with a couple of witty lines and phrases here and there that made me laugh even while I was crying.

I'm totally glad that Katniss ended up with Peeta, of course. Even when I was in book 1 I knew instinctively that what Katniss needed was Peeta and not Gale. Peeta is stable, kind...he represents the kind of ideal hope and strength. The good kind, the kind that understands and values life as is should be. And that's what balances Katniss. Earth. Earth can temper the fire while wind only makes it grow. Katniss needs someone to mellow her down and be with someone who will always put her as a first priority.

So this is mostly my feelings because I've just finished reading the book and it's almost 4am and I only have five hours left of sleep and I've been crying my eyes out since chapter five. These are raw and absolutely the only thing my brain can still process. I wanted to fully understand Katniss and why she can't choose between Gale and Peeta but I can only understand a layer of it, I can only try to use what range of emotions I do know to substitute it with the real emotions.

I don't know deep love or need of someone. I don't have the kind of strong connection of mutual trust that Katniss and Gale had. Or that Katniss knows that the only person that needs Peeta is her. I don't know agonizing loneliness or painful loss of a loved one, regret of taking something so utterly wonderful for granted only to lose it. I don't know insanity or that feeling that drives people to suicide, the feeling of killing someone or for being the cause to hundreds of killing. The fear, the pain, the confusion, the paranoia...all the conflicting emotions, the doubts, the convictions.

The way Collins write helps. But I can only scratch through a layer of it and even then I am moved through tear for almost the entire book.

I write all these because I don't want to lose them. This first reaction. I'll probably write a better review tomorrow when I'm functioning better but this is uncensored, this is mostly feelings I have with the book.

Hostage and Mockingjay

So today in my BUSORGA class we talked about the hostage taking tragedy last Monday.

Eight Hong Kong tourists died. The hostage taker died.

So my analysis?

We have a stupid negotiator, a stupid media and a stupid SWAT team. Hell, let's throw in the stupid people who makes light of the incident.

Apparently there are civilians and POLICE OFFICERS that are taking pictures of the hostage bus and are SMILING.

What kind of fucked up shit is that?!

Do they not know that eight people died there?

I wonder how they would like it if they were killed and some people took smiling pictures as if their deaths were nothing important?

THEY ARE STUPID!!!

And I mean that in the most, absolute most, degrading way.

Those people should be shot, let's see how they like it.

And also the negotiating of the hostage taking.

Why couldn't they just have told Medoza that he could have his bloody job and severance pay? It's not like they actually have to GIVE it to him. No one's going to get annoyed if they lie.

This is why I don't believe in "Not Lying".

Honesty's the best policy my ass.

Also our SWAT is like idiotic cowards. THEY were the ones with the resources, THEY were the ones outside but THEY were still going about like scared little idiots.

THESE are the people that's supposed to PROTECT us. THESE are the people who are supposed to SAVE us when things go wrong.

I CANNOT EVER trust them with my life. THEY ARE INCOMPETENT.

I don't know who I'm more frustrated with: the SWAT or the Hostage taker.

I'm going with the former.

Add to a stupid SWAT, we have a stupid media.

Yup, at any cost they should have a sensational coverage.

Sure tell the WHOLE WORLD, even the hostage taker the police's actions and position.

It like giving the guy cheat sheets.

Ugh.

I was born into the wrong nation.

Tch.
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Next is that I've read the first four chapters of Mockingjay at school and I just had to stop because I was too emotional. I wanted to cry when Katniss was imagining Peeta was being totured at the Capitol.

So yea.

But Peeta's alive so I was so happy I almost squealed.

By that time I decided to stop reading in public.

But I couldn't wait so I skipped to the end.

KATNISS ENDS UP WITH PEETA!!!

Oh yes, she does. Collins, I love you!

I'm so, so happy because I support Peeta all the way.

Peeta is what, I think, Katniss needs.

I shall continue reading later.

And now to do my homeworks.

Wednesday!

Yes it is Wednesday! The middle day of weekdays!

I say weekdays because Thursday is the middle day of the week. Yes, I counted.

So Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins is out! I'm having Myrna buy it because I woke up late and I'm doing this blog post and I still have class at 1pm.

No, I cannot wait until I get home to buy it. I'm going to bring it with me to school so I can read it right after class.

I seriously have to know what happens to Peeta...and Katniss and everyone else...yea, but mostly Peeta.

So yesterday night I was running around the my room because I tend to do that when I think when I stumbled and hit my knee on my bed frame.

It is an EVIL bed frame.

If only I can convince mum that it is an evil bed frame then maybe I can get rid of it.

That bloody bed frame has been a source of many, many bruises and wounds. So many that it's not even funny anymore.

But of course mum says I should just be less clumsy.  It's not fair y'know. Why do I always have to be the one to change? It a freaking inanimate object?! And I'm the one who has to change? Grrr...

Yea. So my knee hurts and I have this cut(granted it is only half an inch but it still hurts!) and every time I move my leg, like for walking or just extending it, it feels like a hammer is hitting my knee cap while I have arthritis. It's not fun.

So yea. And the cut is surrounded by this black-blueish bruise. It's not pretty.

I hate you bed frame. I hate you.

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Anyways, I had a weird, cool funny dream last night or this morning. I don't know. Dream time is kind of fuzzy.

So anyways, I dreamed that Chii was over at The Condo and we were playing Crash Bandicoot on my PS2 while we were waiting for the others to come over. It reminded me of the time I slept over at Chii's house and we played CB on her PS2.

Right so, all of a sudden, while Chii and I were in the middle of a race, there was an earthquake. The Condo swayed and I thought that the building was pretty flexible. Apparently being in a dream, little things like dying did not scared me.

After the building stopped swaying, Chii put on the news and there was this newswoman who was saying that there was a big explosion thingy in a secret lab. It's not really a secret anymore now that it's on the news. The shockwaves of the explosion caused the earthquake like event and the city is being overrun by mutated people from the lab.

Oh yes, genetically altered zombies!

Zombies were making meals out of people and there was chaos spreading around Manila.

It would have been so cool had I not realized that I could be eaten as well.

So Chii and I armed ourselves with a stale french bread(why do I even have stale bread?) and the stand of an electricfan(I dismantled it).

I learned in my dream that stale french bread was quite hard. Either that or zombies are pretty soft.

And that I was right about Myrna being eaten because she was such a slow mover. Serves her right.

I managed to get a gun(it was less heavy in my dream) and I went of on a shooting spree. I was very trigger happy.

Chii was hacking away, though she was pretty hesitant at first. Thank goodness one of the zombies wanted to bite her otherwise she would have tried not to kill the zombies.

So we managed to get to the Manila boundaries in a pick-up truck. I drove! Chii told me never to drive again. I told her it was hard to drive with zombies trying to kill you and that I was a very good driver and I got us to the boundaries alive. She told me never to drive again.

So Manila was quarantined. For once the government moved fast and closed off the place. With this being a dream the big Plexiglas dome was not hard to believe.

They gassed the place and did stuff to it...

And I woke up.

Yea, I hate it too when I don't get to finish my dreams.

This dream was pro'lly brought on by the fact that I was playing "Zombies Took My Daughter" on armorgames before bed. So yea.

Toodles then! I need to go to school now!

Oh it's the Monday Bluuuuueeesss~

So I was looking for a place to ramble and I remembered that no one really read my blogspot...in fact I doubt people know I have a blogspot. I'm not some interwebz star so I don't have to worry about people I know reading whatever I may out in here. That said, I shall start my rambling...

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So it's Monday.

Oh yes, Monday Blues.

I woke up today around 10:30 am and lazed around in bed until 11:30am. What was I doing? I was reading. I bought this awesome book "Chasing Vermeer by Blue Balliett" from Fully Booked when I was in Fort Bonifacio last Aug. 22.

It's a mystery kind of novel. It's tiding me over until Mockingjay comes out.

La~

So...I went to a Wedding event in NBS Tent in Fort Bonifacio last Aug 22. It was my first wedding event thing and it was quite cool. I was with Ate Charlene, Achie wedding planner. We had two food tastings, and I was seriously full when I got home.

I also tried a couple of cocktails.

I always thought I had a strong tolerance of alcohol but maybe I don't. I mean, I don't act drunk when I think I'm drunk. I can still walk a straight line and I can talk straight English and I'm perfectly lucid...the only thing that makes me wonder if I'm drunk is that I tend to be sleepy. Which isn't really something to be suspicious about because I tend to be sleepy most of the time.

So yea. I've never had a hangover or blurted out deep embarrassing secrets or danced on a tabletop trying to get naked. So I don't think I've been drunk but maybe I have and I just didn't notice.

Right.

So today after class, like always I meet Chii and Nickel. Gi had to go home early today. Anyways we were eating when Rin came over and handed us a magazine from school thing named "Menagerie" and Chii and I were reading it. Then I got interested and started really reading it. Random info: Artemis Fowl is one of the top 10 sexiest fiction heroes. Oh yea. Definitely. Doesn't matter if he's only fifteen.

Anyways this mag had this article about the dark side being tempting...and not just because of cookies and the hot villains. Right, so yea article. The first part was explaining about evil and Adam and Eve's betrayal and first act of sin. And I asked Chii what would've happened if Adam and Eve didn't commit the sin.

Chii said we'd be good.

I added that we'd be naked.

She looked at me funny and I explained that we WOULD be naked if Adam and Eve didn't commit the first sin because the only reason they clothed themselves was because they got embarrassed after eating the fruit and gaining knowledge. So technically if they didn't eat the forbidden fruit they would remain oblivious of their state of undress and we'd all still be naked.

Nickel then says that the bible is a work of fiction. Which I totally agree with because the stories are so not logical. Seriously. It is not.

I learned that Nickel is an Agnostic like me, although he prefers the word atheist(however, agnostic and atheist are not the same). Though it says in my official certificates that I'm a Roman Catholic... I seriously have to change that. I mean not that I don't believe in God. I do. Really, I honestly do. It's the people who think they know God that I don't really believe. It's kind of hard to believe. So yea motto? I believe in God but not the Church. Best not to trust the lot of them until they've proven themselves to be trustworthy but even then I'll still be wary.

Charming creature, aren't I?

Oh, there's another hostage today. It's in Quirino Grandstand in a foreigner bus. You'd think that with a hostage taking a week or so ago they'd amp up the friggin' security. But then it happened in a bus so there's not much security to add up to.

I'm having grilled cheese sandwich for dinner since I learned how to make them. It was brought to my attention by Rick Riordan's Red Pyramid, which is also an awesome book. I've got expensive cheese taste. I wonder when Ahia will be coming to Manila.

So la, I'm running out of things to type about.

Anyways. When I think of something better to write I'll blog it here.

This is like a public-private journal thingy. I mean it's a public domain but no one actually reads it so it's kind of private.

That thought amuses me.