Brooch (I made) pinned on the blouse (I bought) for Mother’s Day (a bit late in posting this, I know) But she liked it. Also got her some chocolate and a coupon holder. Do I know what my mom likes or what?
Belated Happy Mother’s Day to all the mom’s out there - because your kids love you and you deserve more than one ‘day’ of loving.
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I dislike the Hunger Games.
Okay, some back story. I went through - and am going through - some weird Young Adult Dystopian Literature phase, even though I’m well above the target audience. (Age-wise. Not looks wise.) And so, I was onboard when my friends mentioned the Hunger Games series to me. I read the first few chapters and I was entertained. And appalled. But I kept reading, and these feelings didn’t go away.
My first thought was something along the lines of, ‘This novel is written pretty well. I’m enjoying the premise.’ And my second, almost immediate thought was, ‘Katniss is a Mary Sue.’ (If you’re too lazy to click, it basically means a character who doesn’t have a flaw.) Her inner monologue irritated me and I wanted to skip over her ‘Peeta/GaleOMGWHICHSEATDOITAAAKKKEEE*’ moments.
I’ve seen the film, and although I do not like how the camera was handled, or how some of the shots were framed, I enjoyed it. They left out a few parts which I thought were essential, but something is always going to be lost in translation from Novel to Script.
Dare I say I enjoyed the film more than the book. Yes. I dare.
This would be my first time to say that about anything. But I stand by it.
Thoughts?
*Rebecca Black, for those with goldfish memories.
I got a picture with Joss Whedon!
…’s name.
You just don’t outgrow idiocy.
If he could talk, he’d say, ‘Happy Easter’
Sorry for the poor quality of this picture. I spent hours on this (used a tutorial) and then Illustrator crashed while I was saving. Good thing I took a picture of it using my phone. I can’t even. I can’t believe.
Don’t you hate it when that happens?
Me. On a daily basis. Always.
In other news, I have a job interview tomorrow! Wish me luck!
PS: ahgdajgshfgashgeiutiwg
I’ve been going through this weird future/existential dilemna, which, in layman’s terms is, ‘going through your twenties.’ And I’m starting to doubt my artist type ambitions. Not that I’m going to stop drawing or making things, but more of, should I be doing this for the rest of my life?
I’ve started going around and talking to friends who’ve known me for most of my life and asking if I should be a writer. Now, I will be the first to tell you that out of all the people I know, I am not the best writer. I have friends who are descriptive writers and clever writers and artsy writers. And I’m not really one of them. But I think my word fetish comes from my love for stories. I love stories. Especially people’s personal stories. I listen to podcasts like This American Life and The Moth (and Nerdist) I read articles on the Thought Catalog.
But really, when I think about it, I come from a line of writers. One of my great-great granduncles was the living embodiment of ‘the pen is mightier than the sword’ and subsequently, my grandmother wrote about that great-great granduncle in two books. Then even my great grandfather on the other side of the family was a noted historian of that first great-great granduncle.
Going back though, I think I would like to write. Nothing great. Not the next great Filipino-American novel. Just some thoughts. Published on some platform that some people read. Maybe my great thoughts will make great things to great people.
But maybe I want to be a writer because… simply put, I want to make sense.
How to survive being in the middle of two cultures. I’ve felt this way all my life. I’m too American for the Philippines (even if I did grow up there) and I’m too Filipino for America.
- Quote was taken from a speaker at the event for the Fil-Am youth, with the Philippine ambassador
Pretty typography for breakfast.
No power in the verse can stop me.