I don’t really mind people who don’t read. Maybe they haven’t discovered the beauty of the act, or maybe they just haven’t found the right book yet. What really gets me are those people who look down upon other people who enjoy reading. I despise them for thinking that people who read books are lame. I mean, who the hell are you to tell us that doing what we love most is useless and stupid. Because honestly, I think its more lame that you consider such a mind-consuming and mind-enhancing act as worthless.
First of all, yes, I do support Barack Obama. Though I am not American, I want him to win this elections.
Second, your intention in calling me gay was what? Is it supposed to insult me? I’m sorry but I have friends and relatives who are gay and honestly, I’d rather be called gay than be a self-righteous bigot like you who doesn’t even have the courage to reveal your true identity. Also, I’d even be pleased to be called gay than be a person who thinks that being heterosexual makes them better than anybody else.
Third, why do you assume that supporting Obama necessarily mean that a person is gay? It doesn’t work that way. I believe in his advocacy and I simply cannot accept Romney’s twisted beliefs about rape, the society, and war.
So before you try to insult me, try using other words than “gay”. Because really, it doesn’t strike me the slightest. Plus, condemning someone for their gender preference is just plain lame.
Today in bullets
- Started watching all the nerdfighter videos from the beginning at around 2am
- Finished 37 videos and fell asleep at around 7:30am
- Woke up at 11am
- Lunch wasn’t prepared yet so I waited by making a coffee graham shake
- Fell asleep at around 12:30pm without eating lunch
- Woke up 5 minutes ago (6:25pm)
- Just starting to eat my supposed lunch
This is such a lame and very unproductive day. My body clock is so screwed, I don’t know how to fix it. And damn, I’m supposed to be at UST tomorrow by 9am. How am I gonna be awake at that time? Shit. I am so fucked.
While everyone is going out of town, spending their vacation at the beach or some place else, enjoying the summer heat, here I am, cooped up in my room for the whole day. And what do I do? I watch movies and TV series on my laptop, read piles of books and blog about staying indoor. That’s just pathetic, and lame me. Sometimes I wonder why I still have friends. How could they possibly stand such a dull girl like me?
I know I shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover, but..
About this book:
A zombie who yearns for a better life ends up falling in love—with a human—in this astonishingly original debut novel.
R is a zombie. He has no memories, no identity, and no pulse, but he has dreams. He doesn’t enjoy killing people; he enjoys riding escalators and listening to Frank Sinatra. He is a little different from his fellow Dead.
R is a zombie. After zombie apocalypse, he slowly moves through an America made up of collapsed buildings, rusted cars, shattered glass, and hollowed-out high-rises. He can speak only in grunts and simple syllables and craves human brains to get high on the memories they contain. After eating the brain of a suicidal teen, R is overcome with love for the teen’s companion, Julie Grigio. R rescues Julie from certain death by his zombie pack and takes her back to his lair. She eventually leaves, and R follows her to back to Citi Stadium, the largest remaining human habitation.
I’m sorry, but I just don’t buy the storyline. I haven’t read the book, and I know that it is a major offense to judge the book from fragments of the whole story. But you see, reading just the summary makes me refuse to even pick it up. I mean, really? First vampires, then werewolves and now, zombies? For the former two, those I can still fathom. But for creatures that are supposed to be brainless corpse that are brought back to life, I think that’s too much. They’re supposed to chase people, kill them and eat their brains. How are they supposed to fall in love? Theoretically, if they do not have brains, that means that they are not capable of having emotions since the major are for that is the hypothalamus. Okay, that’s a tad too geeky. Buts see, are they still considered zombies if they act like humans?? What is happening to zombie literature? I may not be in the right place to judge something I don’t fully understand yet, but I think people are getting way over their heads writing fantasy novels. It’s like Twilight all over again, but now with zombies.
First time playing card games.
Today, I learned how to play Poker, Pusoy Dos, Blackjack, Lucky 9 and Crazy 8. Yes, I admit, I must be the lamest of all the lame people since I don’t know how to play these very popular card games. What can I do, that’s just one of my quirks? First of all, no one in our family play cards so it’s impossible for them to teach me how. And then, even if someone was able to teach me, I wouldn’t have anyone to play with. My sister don’t like these games and other than her, who would want to play with me at our house?
Oh well, at least now, because of my awesome friends, I got the chance to know how to play. Of course, I got a dozen laughs and insults from them due to me not knowing things like that. I felt so stupid when they were explaining the combinations and whatnots of the game. I even asked them if I could have a list so I won’t get confused. Haha. But the funny thing is, I actually won in Poker and Blackjack the first time I tried playing. My friends even said that I cheated since no one gets to be that lucky. What can I say, I guess I’m a fast learner.
It was really fun. We played for almost 3 hours and we even had bets and pot money. But of course, just coins and nothing too high. We don’t have enough money to gamble on. In the end, when we got bored, we used the remaining pot money to buy food to feast on. It was really a fun experience for me. I hope that I won’t forget playing them all.
The fuck is with Breaking Dawn?
Seriously, what is wrong with people? Everywhere I went today, I can hear people merrily talking about this shit. It’s very crazy. I even got a lot of group message saying how good this movie was. I wanted to throw my phone away in disgust. I mean, yeah, I get it, you’re a big fan, you loved the movie, you enjoyed it. BUT PLEASE, keep it to yourself. I don’t want to hear anything about it anymore. I HATE THIS MOVIE FRANCHISE OKAY?? It is so overrated. And stupid. And a crapful of nonsense. Sorry if I am making eyebrows go up and faces scrunched up because of this post, but hey, some people actually get sick of that shitty movie. Hearing it over and over for a whole day doesn’t make my mood any better. So yeah, rant finished.
If you are involved in an issue, you should face them yourself. You don’t have to hide behind someone else’s back. You should be mature enough to tackle your own problems. And especially when you are the one who made the issue a whole lot worse.
I am reading, so fuck off.
If there’s one thing I really hate while I am reading is that when people bug and interrupt me. I really get pissed off when they try to divert my attention from what I’m reading, for no noteworthy reasons at all. I feel like slapping those people for their insensitivity. So why am I rambling about these things now? Well, a while ago, as we were waiting for our professor to arrive, I was busy and comfortably reading this one book that I really wanted to finish already. All was well, and I am so immersed and absorbed in my reading at one corner of our room, when suddenly, I felt a sharp jab on my shoulder. Distracted and annoyed, I look up to see who the bastard was. It was none other than my supposed “close friend”. When I asked why the sudden painful gesture, the only reply I got was a smirk and an irritating “nothing!”. I mean, seriously?! What the hell is your problem? You dare interrupt me just for the sake of bothering me? You, of all people, know how much I despise being pestered while reading. I got so pissed that I did not continue reading my book for I know that I can never focus and concentrate well with a hot head. I know some people might think that I am overreacting, but reading is the one thing I really am passionate about. It’s my one comfort zone where I can get lost without noticing time. I just think that people trying to rob me of my precious place is a big sign of disrespect. In my book, it is a grave mistake to try to bother me while I am gone in my own world of books.
I am so fed up trying to fit in with my supposed to be “friends”. I’d rather be alone than look stupid, forcing myself into a group who never bother to care.
The stupidest, lamest yet very painful wound.
Yes, I got one. AGAIN. Damn.
And it’s still aching.
If you think that I’m lame because I’m always alone, perhaps you might as well think that maybe I detach my self from others because of people like you.
I don’t need to be surrounded by my friends all the time. I value my privacy. I enjoy having an alone-time with myself.