The Yuletide Season: Le Thoughts and Le Wishlist 2011

Why hullo there, le blogosphere! I'm finally out of my hiatus and back on my computer chair to share insignificant details about myself. (This is going to be one of those TL;DR posts so I understand if you will not read it through. *crey*)

Christmas/Hanukkah/whatever you call it is fast approaching. Compared to the Frolicking Freds everywhere, I am quite the Silent Scrooge. Here's why:

I grew up as a doubtful and curious child. On the Santa thing, I'm sure I wasn't going to be visited by an obese man donning a red suit and a fluff of snowy hair. (First thing that went to mind that time was: "Our family doesn't even have a chimney 'cause we're living in a tropical country with all the monsoons and coconut trees.") I had constant waves of tantrum attacks, so I knew I was part of his "naughty" list--if one did exist. Also, how could one jolly dude circumnavigate the whole globe, distribute wrapped happiness to each house and gobble down all those cookies laid out for him in one night? And dude, a red-nosed reindeer that saved Christmas? I'll have whatever Santa is smoking or injecting.

Despite my skepticism, I was very enthralled by fictional stories tailored by this magical holiday. It wouldn't be a merry Christmas if I didn't get to read The Night Before Christmas or A Christmas Carol every single year up until I was 12. True story. I would also lay out a stocking outside my room and the next day, my dad would fill it up with teeth-numbing sweets. I would help destroy/jazz up the household with cheery and creepy looking ornaments. I couldn't help but sing along to the buzz of Christmas melodies filling up malls and other public places. All the pretty lights draped, strung, wrapped or whatever manner captured my attention, too.

What really tightens my heart is (nope, not the food binges) the mood everyone's exuding during the holidays. Everyone's suddenly too nice, too sickly sweet, too filled with positivism. Gimme a break, people. It's like Christmas is an excuse to convey fake feelings to people you can't actually stand. Even the reason to celebrate it is fake, Jesus wasn't even born on the 25th of December. Bah humbug, everyone! Ho ho ho!

Well, putting my cracked-up Christmas childhood concerns aside, I am psyched for it for a totally un-altruistic reason (what an adjective for the season!): presents.

Come on, every human being has an innate selfishness. Who wouldn't want to wake up with a bed chock full of gifts?! In lieu with this topic, I present my wishlist:

1. Books-of course, my indispensable lust for literary works! Specifically, this book:

Paul Arden creates the inspirational books that embodies all of my philosophies in life.

That, John Green's (already have Looking For Alaska tho); anything from the Warhammer 40k series, Magic: The Gathering; Chuck Palahniuk's; Jasper Fforde (namely the Thursday Next series); Ernest Hemingway's...basically, anything science fiction-y and teen-ish!

2. Nick Automatic shirts-Their designs are just adorbz.

3. Slouchy beanies- I like how I look when I wear one. Too bad I only have two so far, a maroon and gray one. A local music icon here in Davao, Jad Montenegro, makes darling designs and I'm planning to buy from her soon. Promoting her shop as well: Hats and Things!

4. Assassin's Creed: Revelations or Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim (for PC)-I've been keeping close watch on these two games this year. November was the launch month for both (my birth month!). But as bad luck would have had it, I didn't have enough cash to purchase either game. Christmas would be my chance to have one. Well, before that, I must upgrade my CPU first (Damn this single-core PC!).

5. Satchels-I like how it looks so classy and not entirely girly at the same time. I'm lusting for this one (which costs freaking Php 1,495!)

I'll hopefully find cheaper ones.

6. A pair of Dr. Martens-An outfit consisting of a beanie, a nice shirt, shorts and DMs will fit my personality really nicely.

7. Any accessories with stars- I'm obsessed with stars, the shape. I'd like something like this:

and 8. Cash-'cause asking for love during Christmas is too mainstream. *adjusts hipster glasses*

I want to know your Christmas lust/wishlist, too!

I Can Also Write in Prose: A Poem--Reverie

I've always liked the word "reverie". I like it so much that I'm planning to crown my future daughter with such a name. Anyway, that's not my point here.


I am a writer of my college's school publication--Atenews--and a literary folio is released every year called the Banaag Diwa. It always has a theme and this year is "An end leads to a new beginning."


I finally got to pass something of mine this year! *insert deafening applause here* So here:

Things To Ponder on Thursdays: My College Fiesta Experience

I'll strive to make this as a weekly thing, just so I've something to keep constant in my blog; not just arbitrarily posting bits of my ~*owsum lyf*~.

Anyway, the intramurals! The Ateneo Fiesta is my favorite school-wide event, since it entails fun fun fun and no classes (magic words for every student)...But that was back elementary and High school.

I'm not sure what's in college that made me indifferent to the flurry of activities. It could be the fact that I didn't really want to study here in the first place, or the course I was supposed to take up isn't the one I'm in right now. Whatever the reason, I just don't feel the whole Fiesta vibe the same way a few years back. Nevertheless, I joined the parades for the past 3 years. Photo time!

*1st year college. The theme was "Anime". Oh dear. I was still a BSA student.*

*2nd year! With the banner I designed.*

*3rd year, not wearing the not-so-nice div shirt*

But wait! Where is my 4th year parade photo/today's? Well, there isn't one. This is the first time I didn't join, since (1) I had prior engagements; and (2) I. Was. Too. Lazy. Tee. Hee.

It felt wonderful, really--not joining the parade. This is what I've been missing all this time! God, I wish I did this sooner. All those mornings wasted! (Hold me, blog. I am fragile...)

Tomorrow is the second day of the AdDU Fiesta and I'm hoping there's something actually worth staying for in school. Come on, Fiesta! Make me a happy.

Sincerely,

The Pure Blueblood (lol)

The Withdrawal Syndrome: An Antithesis To Moving On

The longer I stare at the title of this post, the more ridiculous it gets. But anyway, I'm still going to go ahead and write about it...Moving on~

I went through several phases in the whole span of my adolescence. (I mean, who doesn't? Also, I'm still a teen but I'm bidding farewell to that in a few months. /tear) Most of those phases involved getting attached and/or addicted to something, i.e. a video game.

*after 48 straight hours of no sleep!*

For a quite a long period of time, I immersed myself in the world of MMORPG; (Actually, I still do but not that much) forgetting the real one outside the four corners of my monitor. My top priorities were: making my character stronger, finding rare equips and selling them...Y'know, anything related to create a better profile in the gaming world. Food and sleep were much ignored and at most times, forgotten. I had to find ways to financially support my account, as it was a Pay 2 Play kind of game. I became more and more hooked each time I logged in.