Gone, gone, gone. (The Amazing Spiderman 2)

I know that we all think that we are immortal, we are supposed to feel that way, we are graduating, the future is and should be bright, but like our brief 4 years in high school, what makes life valuable is that it doesn’t last forever, what makes it precious is that it ends. Today of all days I am here to remind us that time is love, so don’t waste it living somebody else’s life, make you stand for something. Fight for what matters, no matter what! Because even if we fall short, what’s better way to live?

-Gwendolyn Maxine Stacy

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I wasn’t really a huge fanatic of Spiderman even though both of my parents are huge (understatement) fans of Marvel. It all started this year. With this person who liked Emma Stone and I liked Andrew Garfield and we both watched The Amazing Spiderman. Eventually, we started fangirling and doing all possible research as much as we possibly can before the premiere of the sequel comes. We knew it was inevitable. We knew they were going to stick with the comics. But still, I can’t contain my feels, my emotions. What happened was really really sad. So don’t tell me that it was just a movie. for me, it wasn’t. If you’re going to hate me for this, go sit in the corner and screw it. I won’t listen to you even if you tried.

I know that I will sound really overdramatic by doing this but I don’t care because I’m not the only one. So I watched, The Amazing Spiderman 2 last night and may I tell you I’m still crying. Like any other movie, this has really released all the feels I could ever muster. Of course, it’s because of Gwen’s death. I already knew that it was going to happen because this annoying person told me long before it showed in the theaters and I googled it out of curiosity and may I tell you, I sobbed. I cried. I felt it. I felt Peter’s pain. I don’t know. It seems weird but I really felt it. It’s so surreal. It’s amazing how powerful one moment is. How it can affect millions of people. How some scene, no matter how unexpected, can bring even the strongest person to tears. Even for me, who knew Gwen’s death was inevitable, still felt this indescribable sadness. I was moved, really. Moved to the summit of Mt. Everest where I fell and snapped my neck. (See the pun) It was all so sudden. Then again, the movie wouldn’t be as good as it is if it wasn’t for Gwen’s untimely death. I feel Peter’s sadness. He wasn’t able to keep Gwen safe as promised. But nevertheless, Gwen Stacy will remain in us, the fans, forever.

Reaction to ‘Diary ng Panget’

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When I hear fellow teens scream about how great Diary ng Panget the movie was, I absolutely beg to differ. Though of course, A lot of you will probably kill me or cite a manhunt against me, why don’t you sit down and be openminded for a while. Try to be just for at least once in your life.

 

A fairytale come true

Indeed, some of you may think that what happened to acne-ridden, repugnant and destitute, Eya Rodriguez is a miracle done by the angels above. In literal sense, it is quite impressive. It makes us all ponder on the same question; How did a girl as horrible-looking as Eya managed to enamor the heart of someone as handsome as Cross Sandford? It makes us want to take a good look on ourselves and say why not me? Then again, if you think more profoundly, you’ll notice that these things rarely or almost never happen in real life. Why? The answer is rather obvious and simple; society. These days, society won’t let things, such as Eya’s miraculous fate, to happen. It’s the real world! Wake up! Accept the fact that Society is not as open-minded as you think it is. It is sad how it depicts the rather shallowness of most of the youth today. I admit, I am part of those who are in awe of Eya’s fate and believes that someday it’ll happen to me but a movie review made me think otherwise. True, it is never wrong to dream, to aspire because that’s our main purpose right? But we must always be realistic when it comes to application in the real world. Not everything that happens in the movies, happens in real life. So before you apply as a maid to your school’s resident bad boy, stop and think. Do you really think that Eya’s good fortune would rub off on you? Also, I think it failed to convey the truth about diaries– honesty. It lacked the true essence and meaning of owning a journal. I dare say that it lacks superficiality and overall, I do think it’s quite cliche.

 

Before you kill me..

Movie-wise, I do think that it has served its purpose as a romantic-comedy that depicts a young woman’s journey through life’s downfalls, ascent and success. It has brought joy and laughter to its audience and made teens squirm and giggle all throughout. It was a movie, though shallow, that was overall humorous and fun to watch. I give it a rating of 6.5/ stars out of ten.

 

I hope you found this review honest and worthwhile. Thanks for reading!

Metamorphosis

 

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It’s amazing how easily change comes and goes. It is baffling how  the outside world influences us inevitably. It’s amazing how a book can make us think more rationally; how a movie manages to make us realize our shortcomings and make us do something about it; and how a person, if it’s the right person, comes and drastically change our perspective in life.

 

It is the one thing that is permanent in this cycle we call life. It is the only thing that is certain. Everything else is subjective to change. Even the future. It is there. It happens anywhere you look. It may happen quickly. It may take an indefinite amount of time but one thing is for sure, you will CHANGE. 

 

It’s funny how people sometimes get the wrong idea and expect things to not change. For example, some people wish that they’re friends would never change or they wish their relationships would always be as perfect as they think it is forever. They’re wrong. It’s wrong to expect things to not change. Like they say, expectations often lead to disappointment. It is far better to not expect than to do so. Sure you hope that things would always be as good as it already is but honestly it won’t be. It will eventually change. 

 

Change is technically a good thing. Change can reform you to a better version of you. It can either be physical change, psychological change, spiritual change, etc. It can be a simple switch with your bestie or a life-changing experience such as finally meeting ‘The one’ or a sudden car accident. Change usually happens in order to make you a far more better person than you were in the past. It makes you more conscious of your previous actions and makes you correct your mistakes so you never have to do it again in the near future. It may take place anytime, anyplace, at any circumstances; whether you’re ready or not. But then again, you cannot prepare for change; rather you anticipate it. It is a very overwhelming experience one should always cherish and look forward to. It is not something you should be terrified of rather it should be something you are ecstatic of. It is exciting, trust me. The exhilarating feeling you get when riding a roller coaster is nothing compared to the feeling of change. It’s funny how people take change negatively. Sure, some people change for the worse but that doesn’t mean you should stereotype and classify any form of change as a negative impulse. Change is very beneficial for you. You will surely derive positive things from change.

 

See, Change corrects us, defines us and most definitely refines our individuality. It is one of the key fundamentals of our whole-being. Change is also about making the right choices. Be mindful of your decisions because every single one you make triggers change. Again, Change is constant. It happens. It comes. It goes. But one thing you should know: You shouldn’t be afraid of it.

Dear Annoying Person that I love

If you ask me a couple months back if I like anyone, I would have answered a different name, a completely different person, a completely different identity. But now, if you ask me the same question, I would, of course answer a different name again. One I did not expect. Nobody did, really. Nevertheless, I’m glad that he came all of a sudden.

 

3 days before leaving Manila, this seriously unexpected guy unexpectedly started talking to me. Turns out, he wasn’t quite the person I thought he was. We weren’t really friends, you see. We were just acquaintances, really. Acknowledging when we have to; but I can’t consider him as a friend really. He was just this timid, tall, smart boy that I really don’t know. He was (according to his friends) sweet. SWEET TO ALMOST EVERYONE HE SEES AND KNOWS. To every girl, in particular. But since we were never friends, I had no idea why his friends said that. Okay. I’m running out of adjectives. Hmm. He is silent; most of the time. Wait, scratch that, ALL THE TIME. Even now when I call him, we’ll end up listening to each other’s breathing. He’s shy. I guess you had that figured out already. A friend of mine told me we were the same. Same in terms of mood swings, patience capacity and anger management. (Yes, we’re both proud to the point that neither of us would really talk until he decides to man up and talk to me. And yes, it happens all the time) See? So every time we have these little disagreements (YES IT IS SHALLOW MOST OF THE TIME) you can already predict what would happen. (DEFCON 5, World War III, etc. You name it.) On the bright side, He’s kind. (WHAT IS THIS) He’s sweet. (TO EVERYONE) And he’d risk everything just to make you extremely happy on your monthsary. (HAHA CANNOT FORGET THAT ONE) Seriously. He’d make your legs turn jell-o when he compliments you. Or when he tries to win a furby for you. He looks absolutely adorable when he laughs. (DO NOT GET ME STARTED WITH HIS LAUGH) He’s cute when he smiles; though he’s quite scary when he starts to get grumpy. (REALLY TERRIFYING MAY I SAY) He’s really humorous though. He will make you laugh when you’re feeling down. He’ll try really hard just to make you extremely happy. And he will repeatedly tease you when he feels like doing so. He’s prone to overthinking too. (SEE WE’RE THE SAME) I think he inherited his pessimistic attitude from me though. And did I tell you that basketball is his life? It has a funny story. (LET US NOT GET THERE BECAUSE SERIOUSLY YOU WOULD LAUGH YOUR HEAD OFF BUT IT’S ADORABLE) I mean seriously. It’s like basketball is his oxygen, food, water, all rolled in one. A bunch of peeps look up to him because of his awesome-ness (YOU ARE GOING TO PAY ME FOR THIS) But what’s good about him is that he doesn’t turn balloon-headed and he doesn’t get overwhelmed by the attention he’s getting. (HE IS SHIPPED TO ALL THE PRETTY GIRLS IN THE CLASSROOM AND MAY I TELL YOU I WASN’T ONE OF THOSE GIRLS. OH AND BTW, HE HAS HIS OWN FANLCUB. JK.) He’s extremely oblivious. (TO ALMOST EVERYTHING REALLY) He has the attention span of a butterfly. (WE BOTH HAVE) Sometimes I wonder what to do with him. (I AM RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS. HELP PLEASE? JK.)

I never thought that he would like me (LET ALONE NOTICE ME) so everything is quite a shock, really. (REAL SHOCK. NOT JUST TO US BUT TO EVERYONE AS WELL)

 

I remember his shyness during Valentine’s Day. (HAHA SORRY) When he greeted me and stuff (NO DETAILS) And last Friday when he successfully planned out a surprise for me (ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED) And our first date (YOU STILL OWE ME A BLUE FURBY) and the time we spend together inside the classroom (DON’T GET ME STARTED THERE) and his witty comeback at my tweets (WE ARGUE A LOT ON TWITTER) Okay that’s quite a lot already. Those little things made me really happy and made me extremely appreciative with all the little things he does for me and for our relationship. (I SOUND SO CHEESY OMG WHAT)

 

Okay. I may sound like an idiot blinded by love and stuff (Hello, I am only fourteen I shouldn’t write blogposts about this) But I just want to share the recent source of my happiness that is a person. He’s one of the few people that I actually stand being in the same room with and not get annoyed. (SCRATCH THAT HE IS DARN ANNOYING. JK) I know I sound pretty pathetic right now but hey a girl has the right to be happy. And since he’s the one making me happy (ALONG WITH A HANDFUL OF PEOPLE, FOOD, INTERNET AND DAVE FRANCO) I guess you just have to deal with it. I am grateful every single day because I have an amazing (*COUGHS REAL HARD*) person to spend/waste the day with. I am glad that we survived 30 days and I hope we get to survive even more days. I know that we had a rocky start (Emphasis on rocky) I’m still positive that we’ll hold on through. No forever? I can deal with that. I have time with me. 

 

Ugh. I sound like an idiot but I don’t care. So, that’s my little tale. Hope you won’t kill me after reading this. Till next time!

 

Book Review: The Beginning of Everything by Robyn Schneider

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This tragic coming-of-age contemporary novel is the first novel of the well-known internet blogger, Robyn Schneider. The Beginning of Everything is indeed a novel that follows the footsteps of John Green’s infamous The Fault In Our Stars. To tell you honestly, no one died in the book whatsoever. (Unless you count Cassidy’s brother, Owen. Oops. Spoiler. Sorry.) It is a tragic story between a cripp— I mean, injured golden boy and a mysterious girl who’s vaguely similar to the heroine in Paper Towns.

 

And since this is a book review, I warn you. There might be spoilers.

 

Where to start? 

 

It is one of the most popular young adult contemporary novels all over the world and it has, indeed, captured many aspiring young hearts here and there. Schneider wrote an amazing story filled with ups and downs, witty comments, funny puns and heartbreaking events that are sure to take the reader to new heights. I find it quite interesting but of course, just like anything else in the world, it is not as perfect as youngsters think it is.

 

Let’s start with the positive points though. Schneider made sure that we, (the readers) would fall in love with Ezra Faulkner. To tell you honestly, I did. I SERIOUSLY DID. Ezra was one helluva guy to begin with. He is your typical cool, all-american, perfect golden boy. Captain of the tennis team, an honor student, front-runner for homecoming king and everything we could ever imagine. But an accident which crippled his knee turned his life 360 degrees and placed him in the bottom of the High School popularity pyramid. Along comes, Cassidy Thorpe, an enigmatic girl. Her persona is as bright as ray of sunshine but just like our dear Margo Roth Spiegelman, she is as every bit as lonely and mysterious as her. so, yes, this is where the cliche part starts. They fall in love with each other blah blah blah. But on the night of homecoming, Cassidy breaks poor Ezra Faulkner’s fragile heart. Which caused the poor boy severe depression. In the end, Ezra learns Cassidy’s true reason for breaking up with him and they all live happily— no, just kidding. Sadly, they didn’t get back together. The reason why this book is very tragic.

 

For me, it is very Shakespearean. (YES IT IS AN ADJECTIVE) Their love story is quite common yet there’s this distinct quality about it which makes it different from other books. It is not the typical happily-ever-after tale that everyone thinks it is. It is a misleading plot line so I must warn you, if you think Cassidy and Ezra will end up together and get married and ride unicorns and live on the other end of the rainbow, YOU ARE VERY WRONG. It is a heart-rending narrative that will literally move you to tears if you put your heart into it. It is tragic in a way that is still a bit satisfying in the end although the star-crossed lovers didn’t get their happy ending. The ending still suits the whole book though piteous and tragic.

 

On the dark side of things, I think it is a bit overhyped and quite lacking in some departments. It lacks this “oomf” factor I usually see in most YA novels. It is, to be particularly honest, not as memorable as other YA novels. Yes, the tragedy that took place in the book is quite unforgettable, but all in all the book seems easily forgotten in terms of storyline. The characters, on the other hand, are indeed unique. Not the typical ones you meet in contemporary books. This, I think, is a big factor in the novel’s blatant success. The characters made the story a tad bit better. IT practically hauled the whole image of the book to a higher level.

 

All in all, It was a very amusing, nostalgia-inducing, touching yet tragic novel that enamored millions of teens worldwide. I give it a rating of 8.5 out of 10 stars and I highly recommend everyone to read it. (I still think Cassidy’s reason for breaking up with Ezra is implausible but we can’t have everything we want now can we?)

 

Till next time!

Paper Girl

10 hours after reading the book with the most unsurprising yet unpredictable ending ever do I realize how similar Margo Roth Spiegelman and Carmela Ann Javier is.

See, Margo is Quentin’s childhood sweetheart turned ninja-with-a-revenge paper girl in the book obviously called Paper Towns. The title “Paper Towns” is a metaphor for fake cities (or town). Later in the book, Quentin realizes that the Margo he knew wasn’t really the Margo that she really was (Ps: this sentence does not make any sense) therefore making her a Paper Girl. (which btw means fake girl)

 

Well let me tell you a little bit about Margo.

Margo is a timid, taciturn and over-the-top nice to almost everyone around her (except to her parents though) She is the queen bee. She has a jock for a boyfriend, a really nice circle of friends. But she isn’t who you think she is. Every now and then, Margo runs away from Orlando and embarks in an adrenaline-filled adventure to different places in America. She leaves clues to her parents to add more drama to her exciting adventures. After an amazing adventure with Quentin, she suddenly disappears without actually leaving clues for Quentin. Quentin assumes hat Margo wants him to find her. In the end, they did find Margo somewhere in Agloe, New York (a fictional town invented by cartographers in the early centuries) but sadly, they learned that Margo didn’t want Quentin to find her. She left. She never wanted to be found. She won’t come back.

 

At first, I didn’t understand why Margo left but eventually I did. 

 

She was, as I mentioned beforehand, a paper girl. The place where she lived is a paper town. The place where she lived, the people she was with, the environment she grew up were all sullen reminders of how little the people knew of the true Margo and how fake she was. Basically, this girl has two faces. One for the audience and her true self. She left because she felt out of place; like she didn’t belong to her family, her friends and Orlando.

 

That’s why I understand Margo. I AM SO MUCH LIKE HER. I’m a fourteen-year-old adrenaline-junkie who is most of the time mercurial and is dangerously volatile. I usually feel out of place and isolated but I keep going since I’m used to it and I imagine that I’m strong enough to endure it even though most of the time I can’t. Trust me when I tell you that I am the most complicated and most misunderstood person you’ll ever meet. I have a lot of issues, dramas, insecurities and stuff. I may seem super happy and you may see me with a huge circle of friends and yes I do have a seriously awesome boyfriend but you’ll be surprised to know that none of those people know everything about me.

 

Do they know that I hate cheese? That I don’t eat crabs? That I hate being judged, marginalized, underestimated, insulted, isolated and bullied? NO. Some of them may seem like they do but they don’t. That’s the part where My and Margo’s path cross. The part where we have different sides. The part where we both feel out of place and stuff. 

 

While writing this blogpost, I kept of thinking how to escape like Margo. But I can’t. This is where we’re so different. She’s willing to leave everything behind and live alone. On the other hand, I am not daunt enough to leave everyone and everything I love for a different adventure. I love my life though I may seem like I hate it. I love my friends, my family, him though it may seem like I don’t. I’m up for crazy ideas. I may agree to leaving but someday and somehow, I’ll find my way back to this life that I hated and loved. 

 

Therefore, I am a paper girl myself. Just like her, I’m a girl with different sides, with many faces and with many crazy ideas. But I will never be Margo Roth Spiegelman. I will always be me.

Freeze the moment.

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I wish I could freeze this moment right here, right now and live in it forever. – Peeta Mellark, Catching Fire

There are moments in life where we wish to press the pause button and live that memory forever and ever. But sadly, you can’t. 

 

There are moments when we freeze because of happiness. That happiness can radiate from anyone. Most likely, from the ones we love. The world stops when this happens. Sometimes we’ll even say: Where have you been all my life? Times where our eyes light up, our mouth quirks at the corners. Special moments when we lie on our backs and appreciate how beautiful life is. Times where we acknowledge all the blessings we have received in our short time on Earth. It is when we realize how lucky we really are. Moments where our eyes focus to that special someone. Moments where we smile as if we’re the most ecstatic person in this planet. Happy isn’t it? These are the moments that we hold on to. Things that keeps us motivated and inspired. 

 

These are the things that kills us once the person we shared it with have walked out from our lives.

 

Yet again, we are frozen.

 

Our world turns dark as the light agonizingly disappears from our eyes. You try to catch it. But it moves too fast. You try to communicate with it but it won’t listen. Then, the empty feeling comes. The hollow hole, empty chest and wet eyes. We are sent into an abyss where life and our return is uncertain. We don’t know when or if we’ll be stable again. If we’re going to have one of those happy moments again. We start to think that the world is unfair. We start to feel unwanted and isolated. Times when you just sit and stare at the wall and then cry because we are all alone. We start to forget the meaning of the word happiness. We cry all day and all night just to forget that nagging voice in your head that says: He/ She never loved you. It was just an act. The desperate feeling returns from its vacation. Greeting you with a big evil smile before finally taking over your mind, body and soul. Another moment where everything stops. This is the part when you’ll wish your heart stopped beating.

 

This phase is called: Letting go. It may take days, weeks, months or years but eventually, after all the pain and agony, we’ll stand and be happy again. We’ll find that someone we’ve been waiting for and we’ll wish to freeze the moment all over again. 

 

We’ll never know when that moment comes but we are sure that we would want to freeze it when it does.