Meet The Vamps - Album Sampler

June and July

I failed with my summer goal to update my blogs, but on the brighter side, I did enjoy the remaining three weeks of my summer vacation until school started about a week ago - and boy have my classmates and I think we've been having classes for months now.

So I'm in my fourth year now of my college education and roughly, by two more years, I'll be graduating to review for the board examinations (my college degree's a 5-year course). That's if I get to make it to the passing grade and won't be able to repeat any subject, that I hope to accomplish.

Also, I have rekindled with my old hobby lately which is reading manga. Preferably Shoujo, School Life and Slice of Life categories. Some of the mangas I have been reading lately are Hirunaka no Ryuusei (Daytime Shootingstar), Horimiya, Hibi Chouchou, Hapi Mari, and Rokomoko.

Hirunaka no Ryuusei

Hapi Mari

Horimiya

Rokomoko

Hibi Chouchou

 If I have time from my hectic schedule, I will probably make manga reviews too on my other blog (this blog contains more of reviews for stuff I'd been reading, have be watching and have been listening to). 

As for my music preferences for the past few days, 'Meet the Vamps' of The Vamps has been on the loop on my iPod. 

I love their Singles entitled 'Wild Heart', 'Last Night' and 'Somebody To You'. I love the feel of the rhythm compositions of most songs, especially that of 'Cecilia (Breaking My heart)' where you can hear a bit of yodeling style in singing, I don't really know how to describe it - just listen to the song if you really are interested and not yet a Vampette.

The Vamps is a British band, but it appears upon my research that Connor Ball (bass guitar, on a scooter on the photo) was born in Scotland. The first two people on the band were James McVey (guitar, on the rightmost of the photo) and Brad Simpson (guitar, vocals, on the skateboard on the left side) who met on a social networking site. Then, Tristan Evans (drums, on the leftmost of the photo) joined the group and Connor being the last to enter.

Here's an album sampler for you! 

Faulty Memory

Growing up, I have always hate tests that have enumerations and identifications on them - though I fairly enjoyed them when I was only on my prkmary education when my brain was fresh and absorbed everything I was taught and I read. 

How many times have my memory failed me? 50 times? A hundred? Maybe a lot more? But what hurts is when I have this complacent feeling I have studied good and I thought I could at least nail it, but I failed myself yet again.

But what I feel sad and mostly embarassedthe most is how my classmate shamelessly posted our scores online on our group page. I hate it when people do that, when they think it's fine to just post or know other people's scores. 

I don't peer over others' grades amd I expect them not to peer over mine. And for just that, I spent the rest of my afternoon brooding in my room, crying over something I can't take back. Crying over something pathetic insensitive people would never understand.

Yet I smile at this little thing I saw floating over weheartit while I was clearing my head off.

But I just can't.

Puppy Power!

This cute and furry puppy here is Waddles. A half Japanese Spitz, half I-Don't-Know because our main dog, Popcorn got pregnant by a stray dog. My sister and I actually cried and sulked until four healthy pink puppies were born. Waddles being the largest of the four, probably the main offspring. Growing up, she's been a real fatso, with a really big belly. Currently, she's already 4 months and 2 weeks old, and to our dismay she grew taller and thinner. So I had this project to bring her fat and cute frame back so I bought her milk supplements to be drank daily...

This is Hunter - a full bred Doberman. His mother, Midnight, used to be in our house but is now taken cared off by a friend of my father who breeds dogs. Born with 10 siblings, Hunter was a lucky pup to survive the first few weeks of the dog life. She's currently 4 months old, just two weeks younger than Waddles yet already stood higher than our 3 year old dogs. 

Obviously, Hunter didn't need the supplements to be cute again. So awhile ago, I prepared the formula and gave it to the puppies. To my astonishment, Hunter was patiently waiting for the milk to be served, just sitting there in front of me whereas Waddles was nowhere to be seen and I keep on calling her. When I poured the milk, both of the puppies rushed in drinking. I was laughing the whole time because it looked like Hunter was gorging up most of the milk, though Waddles was also drinking, just a little.

When their bowl was empty I realized one thing, I think Hunter deserved his share after all. Not just because he's larger in size, but because he knew what to act when I am going to give him food. I'd like it very much to train him but judging by my hectic schedule, I don't think that's possible.

Gastroesophageal Reflux Rant

If you're unlucky enough to have a gastrointestinal system like mine then you'd be doubling over with pain in different positions, with a pillow or you'd take take the most obvious route, take antacids!

But not tonight, for I am still sulking for that 'OA' remark from him. I know that guy is usually straightforward and somewhat insensitive, but I didn't know he was also capable of being tactless.

I know what I did was only to please him, but not only did I get a response from him that I am an 'overdramatic' girl but also disgrace myself from myself - the greatest humiliation a person can get and I just want to cower in embarassment and well, the pain in my stomach. 

Personally, I think women are naturally overdramatic but not intentionally. But there's a thin line with being straightforward and tactless, being told as histrionic in nature is a little bit degrading, especially my superiority-complexed ego. Now what?

That Dream Watch Tho

 

Ah yes, G-Shock. A brand manufactured by Casio with its styles ranging from cool unisex armor to your cool girl-next-door. 

I really believe in the power of dressing so I try as much as possible and what I can afford to dress myself accordingly to, well, somewhat impose power and dignity through physical appearance.

But it's more than that, it has cool functions too, functions that are greatly enjoyed by a geek like me - and helpful for multi-tasking among patients!

That Magical Hogwarts Feeling

I am a self-confessed Potterhead. I even have two accounts on Pottermore that houses me in both Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, but no offense, I love Ravenclaw much better. It gives me the feeling that I really am smart afterall. 

Anyways, so recently, I have this fantastic idea of introducing Harry Potter and enculcating the story to my younger sister, aged 10 (Also, I need her to be familiar with it so I can prank her for her 11th birthday next year).

Fortunately, my sister welcomed the story warmly and even asked me if she could read another chapter when it's ten in the evening and mom's getting agitated about her sleeping late. So I told her no and we read the chapter this afternoon and followed by another one making us complete six chapters in three days.

So far, she enjoyed the company of the Weasley twins, Ron and Neville. She thinks Fred and George are the funniest. 

I hope we could continue this, and that she will also continue reading until she finish the whole series.

Tearjerking Holy Thursday

I am still a girl afterall. These past few years, I have ceased shedding tears especially to dramatic movies and television shows. I detained myself from showing weakness. From showing how tender and soft my heart is like any normal girl would have.

But today, I decided to watch Gravity, a multi-awarded movie, to sync myself with the Holy Week mood. Unexpectedly, my face ended up tear stained when at the start of the movie I was filled with disinterest. Don't get me wrong, I love astrophysics and rocket science but the introduction was not really that interesting. Well, not until that rabid satellite came crashing to the shuttle and my adrenals exploded with adrenaline giving my vitals to shoot up just like in a fight or flight situation. There and then I started to feel the movie. Feel as if I am Ryan Stone trapped in an antigravity environment. This is the absolute thriller.

I was left demoralized that I purposely watched another movie. This time, a chick flick entitled A Little Thing Called Love or First Love - a Thai movie starring Mario Maurer.

source: http://www.glogster.com/rawrxxxifly/a-little-thing-called-love-/g-6lrecc8vtnkrctki6u8ila0

I have watched this movie a lot since its release when I was in high school. I know the plot, I know the lines, I practically memorized the movie. Still, the movie always succeed in making me cry, actually bawl in front of my laptop.

At the end of my movie marathon, I realized one thing; I still am and will forever be a girl. At least, secretly as I watch these cheesy tearjerkers.

Vacation 2014: Boracay

 

Come summer and we'll play all day under the sun, get sunburnt yet echo away laughter. I just arrived from our annual family vacation and this time it was in Boracay, Philippines. 

The island is situated northwest of Panay Island. It is known all over the world for it's fine white sand and cerulean blue waters, the reason why it is packed of people, locals and foreigners alike.

Boracay left the impression on me that summer should not be wasted, it should be treasured and enjoyed. Have a fun summer!

Summer 2014

SUMMER. One of the few seasons I love and is very much expected by every student having a few days off from school, and from where I come from, summer is never taken for granted.

I live in a tropical country where every direction you go, you are bound to end on a vast expanse of sand and ocean, varying from white sand and clear blue green waters to black sand and dark blue waters.

I finished my final examinations yesterday and have checked that I have passed most of my subjects, well subject grades that were released anyway. Although most of my examinations were hard, the good thing was I was able to pull through it. Well, most of them.

This summer will be meticulously planned, from my teaching plans, then going to school for summer classes, to having quick dips on the beach and more books and teas to watch out for. Currently, I have two blogs, this and Gaudium. Gaudium is my blog about music reviews, book reviews and other fun stuff. But this blog will be my travel, experiences and personal blog. Cheers to more adventures!

Finals Week AY 2013 - 2014

Define Passion. This is the value most commonly seen as students burn every fiber as they stick their noses on their books, notes and other available materials day and night until the day of examinations come.

Finals week has finally come and in less than 48 hours, I will be taking my first two examinations for this semester and will end on the last three subjects on Friday. After that, summer begins.

Tonight, I burn oils for tomorrow's long exam in Anatomy II, specifically the Reproductive Anatomy of both female and male. I hope my brain could retain the details until the final examinations.

Love Redefined

What is love? This question seem to stimulate the minds of skeptics and normal thinkers alike. But truly? Can anyone really defined such as an abstract word? Is it a feeling, or just a state of mind? Is it physical or metaphysical?

In line with the love month, our local parish held a Taize prayer organized by the Parish Youth Ministry to somehow enlighten young adults, teens and pre-teens alike with how 'love' should be perceived and defined. As it is a prayer, before the love talk with a priest, we had scripture readings and prayers songs.

According to our speaker, he defined love based from M. Scott Peck's published book The Road Less Traveled as "the will to one's self for the purpose of nurturing one's own or another's spiritual growth... an act of will- both an intention and an action... and we do not have to love, we choose to love" implying that to love is for the good of one's and another's self and that it is done whole-heartedly and not just because we have an obligation to because it is of our own choosing.

Also, he subdivided love into four, three of which I have already learned in my first year in university under my subject Philosophy I. 

The first subdivision he presented is Agape, a Greek word that means a selfless, sacrificial and unconditional love for someone or something. This is the highest form of love wherein the person is willing to sacrifice something precious and important.

Second is Eros, this is described by my professor as 'physical love' where attraction is mainly involved implying that it is the shallowest form of love. But according to our speaker that night, he defined Eros as an intimate form of love which is an exclusive kind between lovers, connecting the thought of 'erotic love' with it.

Third is Philia. He said it meant love found in friendship. But according to my Philosophy professor, it meant love for truth and knowledge, also he called it as Philos.

And the last is Storge. Pronounced as (stor-gey). This wasn't part of my Philosophy professor's lecture and to our speaker it meant love for family.

It was an amazing experience even if this isn't my first to attend a Taize prayer what made it special is it was with my friends and I get to communicate with my faith again, to strengthen it. More so, a lot of learnings for me too!

Booze and its Effects

Rare are the nights I leave the comfort of my bed covers but when I do, rare are the times these nights go as I please them to be. One happened just a few nights ago when my college upperclassmen organized a small beach get-together as a celebration for their births. There were five celebrants, two were in my year, three were upperclassmen.

The scene I arrived to that night was not new to me as I was used to this life in high school when I was looking for myself through the loud boom sound of the music, the mystery of the dark night, and the acid the alcohol leaves in my pharyngeal cavities. I drank my usual, two bottles of beer, an upperclassman gave me a shot of pure vodka (without ice and it stung), another upperclassman sprayed my mouth with a mixed drink (I think it has apple juice with it) and I snagged a cup of Brandy. I was tipsy, true enough. 

But the most bothersome of all was that my friend, who drank just a little because she wasn't used drinking, got more than a little tipped. She was drunk to the point she was bawling her eyes out like all other drunks did, like I did in high school.

She was crying for something her heart cannot accept. She was crying to ease out the heartache.

She is this kind of girl who stayed by the lines and does not readily go out of it. She's nineteen and still a little naive as she still haven't experienced to be loved by another in the sense of serious dating, haven't gotten to experience heartache because of it, and move on. If you ask me, she's still inexperienced.

This guy is a very close friend of ours too. He's had his fair share of rejections and heartaches but he doesn't give up easily. He is a poet, and like my girl friend, a big fan literature. Maybe that's why friend fell for him. I don't really have a precise reason from her.

Now what happened after my girl friend got herself tipped by a shot of pure vodka is she was shouting to the girl my boy friend apparently likes, in which case, one of my girl friend's close friends too making the situation more complicated. Now, my guy friend and girl he likes are talking, and my girl friend saw them. She suddenly started grabbing the attention of the girl so that she and our guy friend will stop talking. Then all of a sudden, she started bawling on my chest for no reason. The rest is history.

It truly is fascinating how can alcohol not only intoxicate the cerebellum but bring us out to our true core.