Fyodor Dostoyevsky vs. Sophie Kinsella

Sigh. I know that one of the requirements to be a good human being is to avoid jealousy as much as possible. Which is what I try to do… as much as possible.

Well, I was mindlessly browsing through my news feed on Facebook when I stumbled upon a friend’s blog post. I checked out his blog and ka-boom.

The passion. The angst. The thoughts. The musings. The anger. The rawness. It was all there in his writings. I sat in front of my laptop screen thinking, “I could never write like that. That’s so deep. And angsty. Where does he get that?

Truth be told, I’ve never been much of a deep writer. You know, like writing about deep stuff like death, government, love (at least the really bitter part of it), etc. Hard as I try, I simply cannot bring myself to write so… darkly. I wouldn’t know where to get it — and believe me, I’ve had my share of unpleasant experiences, too.

A fitting comparison between this Facebook friend’s writing and my writing would be:

Fyodor Dostoyevsky’s Crime and Punishment vs. Sophie Kinsella’s Confessions of a Shopaholic

Hmm. Yeah.


Do you want me …

Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk anything, you risk even more.

― Erica Jong

Now Reading: An Abundance of Katherines

One of the books that I have been wanting to get my hands on is John Green’s “An Abundance of Katherine”. I’ve been hearing about it for a long time now — photos on Tumblr, quotes and reviews on Goodreads, and that seemingly hypnotic words “#1 New York Times Bestseller”. My… longing for this book only intensified when a friend on Facebook posted a photo of her newly-purchased Katherines.


So when I finally got the chance to pay a visit to my friend, Elmo’s house, I asked him if he had a copy of Katherines. He said, “Yes.” and that’s that. I think I was slack-jawed for a moment or two after he said he had a copy.

Fast-forward to present moment and here I am on my page 110 of 224(?) of Katherines. Hmmm. I know that I should not judge this book entirely before I finish reading it but I’m finding it hard to relate to the protagonist, Colin Singleton. He, umm… sounds whiny in some parts of the book. Anyway, I hope that this current perspective of mine will change as I go along.

I am also slightly discombobulated by the math equations (Cartesian planes, variables, functions, bleh). I have a good enough understanding of basic algebra but, as far as I’m concerned, abstract mathematics may be beyond me. The proposition I have for myself is to finish Katherines and try — really try — to understand the whole shebang and discuss it later with my friend, Nusrat, who has infinite numerical wisdom.

In fact, I’ve already sent her a message on Facebook saying:

Nussy, how much do you know about abstract mathematics? I need someone who can discuss Cartesian planes, functions, silliness and love with me. 😛

By the way, this is my second John Green book; the first being the phenomenal “The Fault In Our Stars”.

And the publisher of John Green’s book should definitely change his photo on the back of his books. He’s seducing me. Seriously.

(P.S.: I kind of, sort of have a crush on him. Just a little. Or maybe a lot.)

Adorable Photo of the Day

Check out this goofy photo of Audrey Hepburn and James Garner behind the scenes of “The Children’s Hour”. According to the film crew, some of the movie’s scenes were so intense that it caused tension in the set and, therefore, took its toll on them. However, the naturally hilarious Mr. Garner was the saving grace of the film set. Mr. Garner would reportedly tell jokes and make people laugh to put them at ease.

Find me a guy like that.

Trivial Pursuits

So, today, my friends (Elmo, Margotte, and Estrella) and I finally(!) decided to engage in some form of physical activity. And so we played badminton. I was initially wary to join them — blame it on my passionate love affair with sleeping — but they finally convinced me by: (1) saying that I needed the exercise anyway and that (2) I will take up badminton for physical education next school year and I should hone my skills — or lack thereof.

A word or two about badminton: I suck at it. Well, not in the sense that I can’t hit the shuttlecock or serve but I definitely need a lot of training. A lot. My friends were kind enough to give me some pointers. My friend, Elmo, who is one of the best badminton players I’ve met, had enough patience to work with me on my smash.

I believe that the only thing I’ve smashed was my head.


We finished playing just before noon. Afterward, we were at a lost on what to do next. Not one of us was willing to lend his/her place in sacrifice (hehehe) of a pig-out afternoon. Also, it was sweltering and we all just wanted to go home and catch up on some zzz’s. Except for Elmo. He didn’t want to home just yet. He was hesitant to do so because he had only two weeks until he goes to university and wanted to enjoy every last possible moment of his remaining days of vacation. With his persuasive reasoning, we finally agreed to meet up later at 3:00 P.M. and watch movies. The time in between that, we will use for eating, resting, refreshing, etc.

At home, I ate and slept (predictably) and even squeezed in a little bath. Elmo then called me to tell that Margotte was already there (Estrella was a no-show.) and that I should probably go. I made a dash for their home and was promptly informed that we were going to watch “Battle Royale” and “Jeepers Creepers”

The first movie we watched: “Battle Royale”

The first movie we watched was “Battle Royale”. A Japanese movie about 42 students ordered to kill of one another until there is only one survivor left, “Battle Royale” sparked controversy with its graphic scenes of violence and death. But like any other controversy, it piqued people’s interest, therefore becoming one of the most successful Japanese films of all time.

“Battle Royale” was a fairly good film for me. By the way, Margotte loved it. What with her affinity for all things Japanese. However, throughout the course of the whole film, I couldn’t help but make comparisons between BR and THG (“The Hunger Games”) by Suzanne Collins. Although BR was released years before THG, I kept expecting that Katniss will kill someone sooner or later. There was actually a scene where this guy shoots this person with his bow and arrow and I was all, like, “What! That bow and arrow wasn’t even impressive.”

The only thing I hated about BR was that asshole teacher who was…. dickier (new word, huh) than a dick. I fervently hoped for his demise. And I did get it. Only it wasn’t gruesome enough. I was thinking of… Reverse Bear Trap, maybe?

Ooh. It was also interesting to see Chiaki Kuriyama in her pre-Kill Bill days. As you may or may not remember, Chiaki played Gogo Yubari in the first volume of “Kill Bill”. I wonder if she has some penchant (or is it simply coincidence?) for playing characters that eventually get killed off after giving viewers the countenance of someone who’s cunning enough to escape death? Hmm.

The next movie we watched was “Jeepers Creepers”. The movie centers around siblings Darry and Trish as they try to escape a ruthless ancient immortal demon who eats humans every twenty-three years for twenty-three days. What ensues is chaos and lots of screaming.

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Second movie: “Jeepers Creepers”

Lots of screaming on my part, too, definitely. Ugh. I had enough insight to know that when Elmo asked me if I have ever watched “Jeepers Creepers”, he (along with Margotte) wanted to see me scream my lungs out. I always do that when watching horror/thriller/suspense films. Propriety demands that I be silent but… what the hell. I even do it in cinemas — much to the chagrin of the unfortunate fellow seated next to me.

But Elmo and Margotte did get the reaction they wanted to see. Fucking bloody hell. The movie was scary. Truth be told, this movie got me screaming more than any other movie. Especially that scene where Darry crawls inside the pipe… and lo and behold! RATS come running out and into Justin’s face. WOOH. WOOH. WOOH. Well, being deathly afraid of rats, you can only imagine the screams I made. Definitely not music to anyone’s ears (Except for Elmo’s and Margotte’s).

All in all, today was a productive day. The dog-days of summer are coming to a close and I’m glad to soak up on the fun (the sun, not so much) as long as I possibly can. I do miss school (Nerd alert! Dork alert!) and can’t wait to go back to PWU… but for now, I live for the idle moments.

Until then.



My Stupidity at USTET

Note: This post was originally posted in my Facebook account, dated October 30, 2011. So this happened 2 years ago. 

Remember that time I got to meet some of the girls from the UP Pep Squad in the CR of SM Manila? Oh yeah, well,  I had another adventure. This time during the USTET. I don’t know why I’m narrating to you the details of my stupidity but, what the hell. Let’s begin.

6:45 A.M. That’s the time I arrived at UST. My testing site was at the Roque Ruano Building — a.k.a Engineering Building (ah, life is so full of ironies), Room 41. I thought to myself, Okay. No problem. Room 41. That’s just around the corner. Piece of cake.

Yeah, piece of cake…only that, I had no idea where on Earth Room 41 was. So, after swallowing a liter of pride, I got up to a security guard and asked him where Room 41 was. He replied, “4th floor.”

4th Floor? Are you kidding me? Room 41 is in 4th floor and Room 101 is in the ground floor?  I thought to myself. I had to climb the stairs all the way up theeeeeeeere?!? Okay, don’t freak out. This building must be medium-sized.

Medium-sized my butt. The hallways looked endless. Everytime I reached another floor, I had to walk like a mile or so just to reach another staircase. Oh, this is just great. (And if I’m being honest, I couldn’t even find the stairs at first!).

So after what seemed like two months, I finally reached the damned Room 41. But then, we weren’t allowed to go in because we had to wait for until an hour. My cute, vintage dress was wrinkled and my hair was a mess after climbing four or more flights of stairs.

I did what any sensible girl would do  — went straight to the CR. Off I went. Went to the sink, looked at the mirror, powdered my face, combed my hair. There. Done. Presentable. Then, something happened. This (slightly) cute guy comes walking in the CR.

Whoa. Whoa. Hold your horses. But this is the girls’ CR. Why the hell is he here?!? And another thing: he looked at me like I was wearing a pinata on my head. I try to put some logic into my head: maybe it’s a joint-sex comfort room. A little unusual for a Catholic university…I said to myself.

Feeling fresh, I sat at one of the benches. Infinite awkward moments later, the girl beside me broke the ice. She asked me, “Excuse me, miss. Do you know where the CR is?”. I pointed where I went and said, “There it is.”. She looked at me weirdly.

“Isn’t that the boys’ CR? Are we allowed to go in?”

The fuck?!? Boys’ CR? That was the boys’ CR? You have got to be kidding me. As in, seriously? Earth to Drew. Earth to Drew. There seems to be no sign of intelligent life here.

I finally managed to utter the slightest of words…”But I went in there.”. I tried to laugh, as if it didn’t matter.

But it did matter. That’s why the boy was bewildered at me. He must’ve thought I was a pervert. Or a hormonal-crazed teenage girl that went sneaking off at boys’ CR. At a Catholic university, no less.

Oh well, what’s done is done.

Lesson: Read signs carefully unless you want a cute boy to think you’re a perv. There.

First Post

I have made other blogs before but because of my laziness, I haven’t been able to maintain them. That and those were the blogs of my youth (read: I was too young to fully recognize what running a blog entailed). Anyway, I have decided to resume blogging and I hope that in the future, this will be not in vain.

A word about this blog: randomness. This blog, La Belle de Manille (named after a flower shop I pass by everyday on the way to school, by the way), is nothing but a mishmash of random things procured through my everyday misadventures as a college student in Manila. However, do not expect this blog to be full of shiny photographs of my friends and I wearing vintage designer clothes. Really. Seriously. I don’t think we have the resources for that. 😛

What this blog lacks in sartorial fanfare will make up for random stories and what-have-you close to my heart. These stories and things make up who I am. Without them, my life is… blah.

Well, let’s get this show on the road.