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Bull’s Eye.

So I took an online psych test to determine whether I’m a hedonist, rationalist, idealist, or traditionalist. I’ve taken something like it before so I wasn’t surprised when it told me I am an idealist. The site also shared information on the idealistic person’s qualities, which were so accurate I felt like I was enumerating my traits. Apparently, an idealist is…

Alienated, bashful, critical, depressed, fussy, hard to please, insecure, introvert, loner, moody, negative attitude, pessimistic, revengeful, resentful, too sensitive, skeptical, suspicious, unforgiving, unpopular, withdrawn

The only thing I found a bit out of place was the term “revengeful.” Am I? I’ve no idea. A part of me thinks I’m not, but how can we be sure? I’ve kind of been wondering about this lately. On Revenge’s discussion board on IMDb, one user asked–if we were in Amanda/Emily’s position, would we forgive or seek revenge?

I found myself unable to answer.


Children’s book series I love.

A few days ago Time compiled a wonderful  list of old book series for kids. Lately the online magazine and I haven’t been on the same wavelength with regard to their lists, but this I found interesting. (See the full list here) I found that I’d read at least one book for six out of ten series they enumerated (The Boxcar Children! The BSC! What fine memories.:)). What I had not read were Little House, Biggles, The Hardy Boys, and, I’m embarrassed to say, Nancy Drew (me wonders what Jessica Zafra, a huge fan, would say about this).

It’s not like I’d never heard of these series before (Oh, wait, that’s with the exception of Biggles. What is that about?). I’m pretty sure I saw copies of Little House and The Hardy Boys at our grade school’s book shelf, but I always thought The Hardy Boys was for guys and Little House was one of those books I always saved for later–to the point that I never got to read it. As for Nancy Drew, I guess I just never got acquainted with the series because I was too busy enjoying others (like Ramona and Sweet Valley). That’s a bit sad, but it’s not such a great loss. After all, if not for two of the series on Time’s list (aforementioned), I would never have become a writer.


If you got the hint, the two series are Ramona and Sweet Valley.

I think I started reading Ramona in second grade, when we started ordering a lot of books from Scholastic, Inc. I can’t remember if my mom picked it out or I did (I wish I knew), but I love every book I ever read. (My favorite is Ramona and Her Father:)) I believe Beverly Cleary’s books are what encouraged me to write. I remember thinking in my little girl’s head back then, someday, I’m gonna write books for children just like Beverly, so I can make others happy the way she made me happy. I credit her with my passion.

In the latter part of my cringeworthy elementary school experience, I progressed from Ramona to Elizabeth and Jessica in Francine Pascal’s SVH, which had bigger vocabulary words and catered to those undergoing puberty. The impact of the series on my bashful, naive self was strong since I could relate to Elizabeth’s woes. I found her to be more appealing than Jessica, who was considerably shallow, because of our blinding similarities: the seriousness. the academic perseverance. the passion for writing.. Years later I realize I seem to be following in her footsteps, what with the decision to major in journalism… However, we were also different in some ways, like how she always has an admirer (I envy.. Kidding.), and how she can be so driven by her dreams.. But more than these little things that bound me to the series, what I treasure about it is how it made me write again. Don’t get me wrong, I never stopped writing since the day I got my first diary (around the same time I began reading Ramona), but some time in sixth grade, trivial girlhood adventures distracted me and when trials came, I was dumbfounded and I forgot about my foolproof way of relieving my stress. Enter SVH (SVH Senior Year was more influential than the standard SVH series), and voila, my relationship with pen and paper blossomed once again. I credit the writers of SVH (because I think there are a lot of writers of SVH, is that correct?) with refueling my desire to write–with keeping me on the write track (citation: onthewritetrack is an acquaintance’s blog).

I guess I’m just overcome with memories. Thank you Time. You always have something interesting for subscribers like me.

What child is this.

Facebook has become a huge cartoon show where Disney, Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network, and anime, among others, converge.

See, there’s this thing going on and users are changing their profile pictures to their favorite cartoon characters for violence against children. I don’t really get how that can help squeeze down the incidence of the issue, so I was skeptical about the whole thing at first. Besides, I don’t think anyone really knows where the information came from, everyone was just reiterating each other (“Change your facebook profile picture to a cartoon from your childhood and invite your friends to do the same. Until monday (December 6) there should be no human faces on facebook, but an invasion of memories. This is for violence against children”). But then I started wondering who my favorite cartoon was, and I ended up joining the bandwagon.

I hate playing favorites, because I seldom have only one. There are just too many things to love in the world. But anyway, I chose Pepper Ann as a favorite character yesterday, basically because she was no one else’s photo, and I really like her. I can’t tell, though, what it is about her I admire.

Other contenders for my profile picture were Arnold and Helga from Hey Arnold, Ginger from As Told By Ginger, Timon from The Lion King, Belle from Beauty and the Beast, Meg from Hercules, Bugs Bunny, Donald Duck, Sailor Moon, and finally, Mulan (because I totally admire her bravery). But everyone else had chosen them already, and I wanted to be different.

Tonight I replaced Pepper Ann with Arthur (the aardvark), who kept my eight-year-old self pleasantly entertained after every day of school. I used to have a poster of the show in my old room, a little something I got from purchasing one of the book adaptations. I don’t have it with me anymore, but I think I have a photo of it somewhere.


A while ago I realized my childhood has long passed me. I’m 19, going on 20, after all. But I had a spectacular kid life that never ceases to make me feel grateful. And I treasure it, and I miss it. And someday I hope to make a kid’s childhood as memorable as mine, because I know not everyone can be as privileged as I was.


the reason why I don’t blog here as often as I’d like.

Now, there are several reasons why I find Tumblr more fun than WordPress, or Facebook, for that matter, and they do not include the fact that Tumblr is “in.” I’ve said this before, in my old WordPress blog.

First of all, it’s so easy to post anything–links, videos, photos, quotes, words, and [my personal favorite] songs–because posting these things is what the site is about. It’s not about, primarily, meeting new people and gaining friends. It’s not about, merely, updating statuses and liking each other’s words. You do these things, yes, but in a creative manner. You find another user through his or her post, and you sort of update your status by posting something. For instance, if I put up an audio post, that could mean I’m currently addicted to the song and I want to share it to others, or I’m in the middle of a music challenge. In a creative or different manner, see? Not always in words.

Next, users are free to like and/or reblog posts. Now the reblogging phenomenon is one of the most enjoyable things I’ve ever come across, so I do it a lot. Mostly, though, I just “like” posts, because if I reblogged everything I liked, my blog wouldn’t have a sort of personality. Plus some of the stuff I “like” wouldn’t look nice on my blog. I’m… sort of vain that way. 😀

Next, still, you don’t get lonely on Tumblr, if you’re following a few people and a few people are following you back. It sort of reminds me of Multiply in that aspect, actually, because on Multiply you have contacts and you see their posts too. In fact, Tumblr is sort of a modern kind of Multiply. Hmm.

Moving on, the themes on Tumblr are so numerous and pretty, I must have changed mine (my blog’s theme) ten times. You can preview them, much like here on WordPress, but you can customize them too, like change the background color, or text color, or mouse-over-link color, and you don’t even have to know CSS or HTML.

But really, the biggest reason why I’ve been spending so much time on the said site, is because Tumblr is filled with a huge number of aspiring, and actual, writers, and it’s very interesting; people use Tumblr to publish their little poems, songs, essays, or short stories, and when they gain followers, they know they’ve got readers. I made Graphikos because I was inspired by those writers I found. It’s given me a place, an area in cyberspace, where I can contain all my poems and short stories. They need not be brilliant–heck, they probably aren’t even close; they need not have so many followers–the last time I checked, I had about five (and I’m not even sure), including myself, on my other blog. Pathetic, you say? I think not. You see, it drives me to constantly create something, to mold together nouns, pronouns, verbs, and whatnot, so that the blog will stay alive. It urges me to want to write creatively. Through it, I’m able to practice, exercise my brain and ability to string together words not yet strung…

Who am I? I’m an aspiring writer, like everyone else. I’m a frustrated writer, like everyone else. And Tumblr? God! It makes me happy!

At a computer shop.

For some twisted reason, the Internet connection is fucking slow today. If only I were at home, then I could listen to my songs with ease (my iPod died a couple weeks ago) and I could lie down on my bed and sleep until 4, my next class, or finish A Tale of Two Cities once and for all.

I’m brain-dead by the way. The reason I’m so tired and dysfunctional is because I stayed up the whole night studying for an exam in one of the most challenging subjects I’ve ever had.

I just realized this blog’s theme looks different on Firefox. I use Google Chrome, so I didn’t know until now, now that I’m forced to use Mozilla.

Darn, I got somewhere to be.

But all I want to do is sleep.

What a mess this post is.


Currently listening to Everything Will Be Alright by The Killers


I’m skipping lunch–I don’t feel like it. After my Devc199 class, which is a one-unit class where we’re required to present our thesis proposal and results in a seminar, I headed straight for this computer shop. I thought I should add more random people to my Facebook Group so that I can get a move on on my thesis. Because I was contacting a lot of strangers by sending them messages, Facebook blocked me from using that feature. Sucks.

Class was depressing (Devc199). See, we started with the second round of presentations–the part where we’re supposed to show our results so far. The speaker today, a friend of mine, already got 12 respondents to answer her survey. It was a good start. I mean, compared to mine… I don’t even have a final questionnaire yet. Or anything. I’m one of the last presenters. I’m starting to get scared that my instructor will tell me off for my lousy behavior if I don’t get to present anything. 😦

And yeah. It’s my fault.

All We Are Is Dust In The Wind.

Currently listening to: Dust in the Wind by Kansas

Damn, I just realized it’s already 8 PM, and I haven’t done anything academic yet–and this is me speaking for the whole weekend. All I’ve been doing is writing, listening to music, surfing the net, and organizing my files. I know I should be working, but I can’t help it. I started my weekend wrong (is there such a thing?), and it’s been hard to concentrate on work. 😦

I’m starting to hate myself for my attitude towards studying lately. I have an exam coming up, and hell, my thesis! It’s September already and I haven’t done much. I’m serious. I know everything’s my fault, there’s really something wrong with me this semester, but I wish the universe would cooperate with me (i.e., help me find the RIGHT THEORY for my framework already!). I am so behind, but only a tiny part of me cares.

Is it so wrong to be tired of school because I’m a senior and things have become so routine?

To end this post, let me share the lyrics of Dust in the Wind. It’s a really nice song. My dad used to play this on his guitar a few times; now I never hear him play it.

I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment’s gone

All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind, All we are is dust in the wind

Don’t hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away, all your money won’t another minute buy

Dust in the wind, All we are is dust in the wind


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