Tried reading somewhere other than my room:

Went to the living room, cannot concentrate while my mom’s talking on the phone. NOPE.
Went to my sister’s room, cannot stand Justin Bieber’s faces staring down at me from numerous posters. NOPE.
Went to the kitchen, unfortunately the smell and the noise of all the cooking distracted me. NOPE.
Finally tried going outside, in front of our house where the lighting was so nice, damn neighbor was hammering who-knows-what and my ears were bloody wringing. Plus passersby kept looking at me. First time seeing someone read?! Ugh. NOPE.

Conclusion: My room is still the best reading spot in our house. Ugh. I wanted to read outside. Effin’ neighbors. :|

It’s so useless trying to talk to anyone in this house. Nobody ever listens.

Played with the lighting, saturation, contrast and colors. Forgive me for I am not an expert at this. Haha.

I just think it’s time for a change of DP.

Of course I do not have ant “summer-y” pictures since I do not go out like “normal” teenagers. So I settled with this one which was taken this morning. The only sunlight I get is when I  read outside my house. Which is, I might say, not very frequent. I am such a home buddy and my mom is itching to drag me out of my cave, aka my room. She’ll probably get her wish since I’ll be spending time with my friends on Friday, then go to UST on Sunday and Monday. The only good thing about that is that I’ll be given money, which I really need since I’m far too broke during vacations. 

Anyways, good evening friends! How are you tonight? Hope you’re not as boring as me, just reading. I’m already halfway rereading City of Bones and I want to finish it tonight. Go have your dinner and enjoy this night! :) 

Day 03 – Your favorite series

This one’s pretty easy to answer. Of course, the Harry Potter series is my favorite. It’s not because of the crazy big fandom it has and the movie franchise. No, I was hooked way before that.

The first book, Philosopher’s Stone, was given to me by my aunt for my 7th birthday. Of course, at that age, I don’t really understand the depth of the story. All I know is that this book is a very long non-picture book about an orphan boy with a lightning scar on his forehead who was actually one of the most famous wizards of his age. And then when I was 9 years old, the first movie came out. I didn’t know that the book I have was popular enough to be made into a movie. And so I did what I thought was appropriate, and read the book again. This time, the chapters I skipped when I was younger seemed a lot more important and interesting. And thus began my love for Harry Potter. Every year, I asked for it as present for my birthday. Come high school, when the box set was released, I sold my paperbacks to a secondhand bookstore and bought the hardcover set using the money I got with the help of my mom.

My friends wouldn’t really understand why I am so deeply attached with these books. They are my companion as I was growing up and the magical world have been my escape for far too many times. I even believed that someday, I would be able to go to the wizarding world and study at Hogwarts. They are more than just some children’s books for it teaches children the very important lesson of all: to never lose hope and to love selflessly. These two thoughts would probably be difficult to explain to children at a young age but JK Rowling did magic and out comes 7 books that clearly show the importance of hope, love, family and friendship. Some people say that the magic of Harry Potter is “over” since the last movie was already released last year but I, for one, do not believe in this for as long as I have my books, the magic will never be over. They have been my home, a refuge whenever I feel alone and lonely. Opening one book and reading about the boy who lived one more time is like going back to my beloved magical place of happiness. It’s as easy as that. As long as I remember every adventure, it will never be over for me. These books have become a great part of who I am today.

Dork? Geek? Weirdo? Yep. That’s me.

Look at what I’ve been up to for the past couple of hours. Yep, call me a dork or a weirdo, but this is how I spend my summer time. Covering tons of books. As I’ve said before, I am not one to go out and waste away, partying or travelling. I am not a social butterfly like most of my friends. I tend to keep with myself. I am very much a home-buddy and I have my ways to kill time. And this is one of them. 

It’s a common knowledge to some of you that I am very protective of my books. I take my time to cover them, and this is done very meticulously. I have this thing where I cannot read a book without me covering it yet. I dunno, I just feel more safe handling my books that have plastic covers. Yes, maybe I am a crazy person, but I am really really OC when it comes to my precious treasures. And mind you, this task does not bore me at all. In fact, I enjoy it very much. See? Total freak right? Oh well, I can’t do anything with how my brain goes. Oh I forgot! I also printed out little name labels for my books. It’s just a small one I stick on the bottom corner of each book. And it’s just my nickname. 

So far, I’m done with 9 books and I’m hoping to finish 6 more. I ran out of cover so I only have to deal with just these few remaining books. Maybe I’ll buy some more covers the next time I go out. 

Please tell me that I’m not the only one who does this kind of stuff.     

..and I wonder why I have such a non-existent love life. Pssssh. -_- 

Family issues.

I usually post about how much I miss being at home since I spend weeks at my dorm without going home during weekends. But now that I am here, at my own house, I secretly wish that I could go back and spend my time at my dorm. Why? Because I am so uncomfortable with the atmosphere here. Everyone’s fighting and bickering. And then the problems. Every morning I wake up to the voice of my mom talking to my uncle or my aunt about their financial problems. I know that it is a must to help your relatives in times of need, but I just think it’s too much. They always turn to my mom as if she’s someone who shits money anytime she wants to. I can see the stress it gives her. And to think that she just got out of the hospital after a week-long suffering due to cervical disc problems. And that week she spent in the hospital isn’t cheap. Although my mom didn’t want me to know, I saw the bills. It was about 120,000 pesos. That was so costly. And what, they still expect my mom to give them money to pay for their own bills? I am not being selfish here. I am just stating the fact that we aren’t that rich. We just have enough. And sometimes, I get so mad because I don’t get why my relatives aren’t looking for their own jobs. What, do they think that my mom can sustain their needs forever? I think it’s so unfair. My mom is working hard not only for our family but also for two more. Maybe that’s the reason why she’s so stress and prone to such illness. I pity her so, but I do not know how to help. 

I don’t know. I just don’t feel good whenever I’m here. It’s like being in a hole of desperation and negative emotions. I just want to get away.

Stuck home and happy.

Well, my sister and all of my cousins went off to Bataan a while ago for the New Year’s celebration. And uh, I chose not to go with them. My mom, uncles, aunts and grandparents were disappointed but I don’t care. I don’t want to have the awkward family reunion again where I get to have a whole day faking smiles and conversations with relatives I barely know. I don’t know if I’m gonna be spending the new year here at home or my mom would drag me to Bataan on the 31st. It’s fine with me if it’s on the last minute. I just don’t know what to do there for 5 days if I went now. So yeah, I’m gonna be home alone with our maid for almost a week. I’m not complaining. At least I get to do things that I want, maybe even go out without having to ask permission. Yup, I do well being alone. ‘Cause I’m a loser like that. 

Where is everyone??

I woke up at around 3pm and my uncle and sister was here watching tv. They left at around 4 to go to our cousin’s house. And until now, I’m all alone. Where is everybody? Even our maid is not here. I’m not really complaining, it’s just weird that no one else is around. Oh well.

What was I thinking? I shouldn’t have gone home for the weekend. I should have stayed in my dorm. It’s crap here in my house. No one bothered with what I’m doing. NO ONE bothered to ask how my week was. No one even ask if I want to rest.

Damn family. Bullshit.

Sana pala hindi na lang ako umuwi ng bahay. Katulong lang naman aabutan ko. Sana sa dorm na lang ako nagweekend, malamang mas masaya pa. :|

Back in my dorm.

Damn, I miss my house already. I’m alone and I am bored to death. My roommates won’t be back until tomorrow. What do I do? I already unpacked my stuff and cleaned my space. I really don’t want to go back to school yet. :|