Now I’m Being Like Prince Zuko Here

Blogging 101: Introduce Yourself 

Who am I? Well, I’m pretty much this dweeb who is trying to regain her honor from the shame of giving up the previous series of Blogging 101 assignments. Not that I actually feel ashamed by discontinuing it, it’s just that I want to start over and get really serious about it. I want to complete Blogging 101. And right now, I can say that the first assignment is already giving me a bit of a challenge. You see, our internet connection has been out for almost a week now and I’m currently in this shabby computer shop and using this shitty keyboard just to give you an idea of who’s the person behind this entry.

I’m a student studying animation for almost 3 years now. I do some trashy artworks sometimes and I am well proud of it. I watch a lot of films and TV series (There’s too many to mention but you can ask me :D). I read sometimes. When I feel like it. I’m usually this person who tries her best to make the most of her life.

I’ve been running this blog since November 2012. I usually write about whatever excitement or disappointment that’s happening in my life. Sometimes I post my art. You can check out my archive if you want, just to give you an idea.

So, what the fuck am I doing here? well like I said, I want to achieve something in my blog. And I’m thinking this might be a way to it. Although I can’t promise to myself (or to anyone who’s interested) of how long shall I hang on, I gotta say I’ll do my very best to keep up.

Some Kids, Probably In Love

“___ and ___ sitting on a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g

first comes love, then comes marriage

then come’s baby in a carriage”

It’s fascinating to realize that this playground song has been sung on the three consecutive films that I’ve recently watched. I don’t doubt it since all of these films are about childhood and friendship and love. I’m having a day off from all this animation and rigging and shit so I had the chance to watch films. 

Little Manhattan


“Love is an ugly, terrible business practiced by fools. It’ll trample your heart and leave you bleeding on the floor. And what does it really get you in the end? Nothing but a few incredible memories that you can’t ever shake. The truth is, there’s gonna be other girls out there. I mean, I hope. But I’m never gonna get another first love. That one is always gonna be her,”

I don’t usually have favorite films but If I ever did have one, I’d consider this to be one of it. It’s a story about young love set in New York City, one of the most familiar places in all films that I have watched. The film is narrated by this little kid named Gabe telling the story of how his world spun around this really pretty girl named Rosemary Telesco. In here, he talked about the awful feelings in the pit of his stomach, the sacrifices he was willing to make just to spend time with the love of his life and the pain that had no name when he got his heart broken for the first time. One reason why I’ve always been into films about young romance is that they’re all so innocent and endearing and does not involve complicated problems that adult romance has. 

Plus, the soundtrack is the best part. It has those songs, where you want to listen to over and over again and let that particular scene where the song was played in the film hang in your head and make your chest feel light and heavy at the same time. That may not make sense but that’s what happens whenever I listen to Where My Rosemary Goes by Freedy Johnston, Love by Matt White and Younger Yesterday by The Meadows.


My Girl


I have been deceived by the trailer! The story does not really revolve around these two kids like the trailer implied. It’s actually just about the little girl, Vada and her issues in her home. The boy, Thomas J. was just a supporting character who follows Vada around and was the only one who listens to her rants.  But the story was good. The ending was not as I was expecting. And Anna Chlumsky is really beautiful. 

Bridge to Terabithia


“She brought you something special when she came here, didn’t she? That’s what you hold onto. That’s how you keep her alive,”

I have almost forgotten about this movie! It’s been years since I last watched this and man, it never failed to leave me in tears. The story is about a boy named Jess who met this imaginative girl named Leslie and they went on with all their adventures in a place they call their Terabithia. It’s a place like any other place you’ve been when you were 12 and still in the stage where you still can’t detach with pretend-games. I’ve read the book when I was younger and I remember how crushing it is to hear Jess’s point of view while he speaks about Leslie in the saddest words Katherine Paterson has to think of.  Okay, should stop right here because I might spill some spoilers. 

Anyway, it’s again played by the same kid from Little Manhattan, only a little older. And Zooey Deschanel is so beautiful. 

So that’s about it. I still have one last film that came with these three but I’d rather put it in another entry because it gave me TOO MUCH feels. And when I said too much, it really was TOO MUCH, because my friends have seen the aftermath the next day.

Into The Hearth of A 21st-century Adolescent as told by R.L. Sciandrelli

Daily Prompt: Digging Up Your Digs

10:21 AM 3rd Sept. 2514

Hello! My name is Rose Sciandrelli. I’m a graduating student of archaeology and I am so thankful for having close ties with a few of the elite scientists in The University. They invited me to an expedition with a mission to study the early 21’s Century. They said they needed a young adult like me to experience what kind of people my age was back then but I guessed that they just wouldn’t want to get stuck with a group of old men in a foreign place.

We’ve just landed into one of the oldest islands in the planet Earth, somewhere in East Asia. For now, we shall be calling this island, Ostrov 11. We could not see any sign of life in this place though. Professor Antioch, author of The Generation Alpha Anthropology, says that this used to be a town and that this actual structure we are in used to be a home. We are so lucky even though this place has been 6,500 feet underground it was still recognizable.

Right now, This journal shall serve not only as a contribution to the university research facility but also as a fantastic experience which I shall write in my own personal view. And since we’re talking about the past, I will try to write this manually and make sure to write it legibly.

The entrance was just barely a wall. The doorway has been blocked by the debris from the where the ceiling used to be. The first thing I saw was this large silver closet. I guess that would be the refrigerator where people used to store food. Anyway, I initially got bored with what they say was the kitchen. So I left the old men do all the note-takings and went straight ahead.

Now this is more I like it.  Hanging on the wall were stringed instruments called guitar and ukulele. Back then, people actually created music manually by plucking the strings. And then there is a shelf full of books. Real books–printed in papers! I know that practically speaking keeping them is a waste of space and money but it looks good seeing stacked or piled. I grabbed one, the oldest looking, and hid it in my satchel before the others follow. Anne Frank: The Diary of A Young Girl first edition. This is awesome.

I finally moved into the bedroom. It’s too small for someone who keeps a lot of stuff. There were two tables. One has a PC model where they are divided into parts and was hard to carry around. Beside it was a series of tiny drawers. Inside of them were bracelets, keychains and get this, photographs from some friends. Back then was a custom for friends to have pictures of each other and put it somewhere. On top of that table, there were casette tapes of bands like The Beatles, The Eagles and The Cascades. There was also the famous Rubik’s cube. And glow sticks that doesn’t glow anymore. Stressballs. Medals.

It’s lunch time. Late as always and I’m starving and my hand is already aching. This is the longest writing I did using my hands. And I’m proud of myself. One thing that I realized is how much people back then were sentimental about their things. And that I am quite amazed by how much they are willing to take a lot of space just to give tribute to the memory that thing has offered them.

What Becomes of Me at 4

Twenty-four hours of straight work and what do you get? A trashy output. I am so mad at myself right now. This is just beyond my limits of being a student. I hate it that I just can’t get it right. Seriously, I do like my course and everything it’s just that, sometimes, it’s just too much. Of course, I understand that it is expected to any academic life being demanding for anyone who’s preparing themselves for the future but I’m just SO tired right now.

I am really frustrated. It sucks trying something and then failing OVER and OVER again. I’ve been trying since yesterday morning to fix my project but shitty things just keep happening. And then I just sit there and have this moment of internal screaming and trying to control my urge of smashing the laptop. And then motivation leaves you. and you get nothing but remorse to yourself.

Until awhile ago, about 4:30 am, I finally surrendered. That very moment when it occurred to me that I had been absentmindedly clicking random controls, I stopped and lay down I was so tired , I just wanted to close my eyes and forget about the world.

I thought I was sleeping but it’s amazing how my brain is still so alive despite the exhaustion my body was experiencing plus all these disappointment this work has been giving me. I was still able to think to myself and have this existential crisis.

One thing I’m scared most is probably failing and disappointing all those people who believed in me. And right now, seeing what has become of the fruitless notes I had and tutorials I’ve watched, I could not sleep.

What happens to me then?

Let that Reflection Show

Daily Prompt: The Mirror Crack’d

Last summer, I had a teacher and she challenged us that for a day, we should try ourselves to avoid the concept of vanity and carry on with our lives without the awareness of how we look. Of course, since it’s one of those homework where you could just lie and say that you did it and come up with stories about that particular experience, nobody bothered to actually do it.

Also, these ambiguous little shards of surfaces that is so shiny it has the power to project much of the physique of a certain object are really hard to avoid. Well, not the mirrors really, but the reflection of yourself from it. Since we don’t really visualize ourselves in a third-person point of view, mirrors are kind enough to give us the pleasure of seeing how others see us and aiding us in making predictions on how others would think about what we look. Horrid or fabulous. I know it may sound giving in to the issue of stereotyping of the society based on the appearance of one, but I think the world has a long way to go before anyone could go out of the house without getting stabbed by the watchful eyes of everyone.

Despite of it being ordinary, daily instrument of vanity, this thing is as important as the reality it reflects. 

G’day Sunshine

Daily Prompt: New Dawn

I love waking up early in the morning. I am a morning person. I love having the opportunity to enjoy a cup of coffee in a breezy early morning air. I love the stillness of everything around me as everyone else snores innocently, unaware of the turn of another day. And the stillness of the already awake and yet still lying on their bed and staring in the ceiling and pondering about another day they’re going to face. I love the feeling of waking up at peace with nobody screaming about my tardiness. There is no rush. And no one running around the house screaming and panicking and complaining about the time. 

To be honest, early mornings are the best moments to wake up. 5:30 am to be exact. I know the heavy feeling of having to rise up early in the morning when you still feel like you could extend time and sleep for another couple of minutes but I just have to prefer this time than waking up at almost lunch time with an extreme headache and the inevitable heat of the late morning sun. 

I love waking up early to kill time. Whenever I feel like going to class late, I would still wake up early, still do my morning routines and then I’d waste my remaining time doing irrelevant things aside from sleeping. That’s is usually the reason why I sometimes get late. 

Unpopular opinions.tss.