Chivalry is Dead

At least that’s how the saying goes. Gasp, you say? After I’ve spent a childhood of Disney movies hoping that “someday my prince will come”, this phrase has been truly wearing me out. Am I supposed to believe that some guy will just take me away and pamper me for the rest of my life? I think not.

You can’t always expect a guy to do everything for you. I’m tired of hearing a lot of girls complain that their man is not doing enough for them. He texted you two minutes too late. He didn’t pay for your dinner. He didn’t call you last night to tell you goodnight. You expect men to do all these crazy things. In the end, if they don’t fulfill them, you rage like a maniac and start venting your frustrations on them, allowing them to think that it’s all their fault that they didn’t meet your expectations.

Tough luck, honey. One phrase one of my guy friends told me sums this idea up.

Girls are crazy. Boys are stupid.

And it is the truth. We complain how guys can’t take a hint. How they can’t tell what we what or if we even like them. Believe me, I’ve been there and dropped hints before, all day urrday. Finally, that phrase eventually got embedded into my skull. Woman, if you want something done, you have to do it yourself. Don’t sit around and complain that they’re not doing anything. Chances are, they haven’t got a clue about what you’re thinking about or expecting from them. Let them know, for crying out loud, instead of bashing them for “oh-so-good-reasons”.

Have you ever talked to guys and made them understand how you’re feeling instead of letting them guess what’s on your mind? Also, you’ve got to take into account their feelings as well. You’re no princess; stop acting like one.

If he didn’t text you quick enough, don’t come to some outrageous conclusion that he’s cheating on you. Suddenly, you go psycho and blast his phone with fifty text messages and voicemails. What is wrong with you?! I know our imaginations can run wild, but he isn’t sitting there staring at his phone, waiting for you to text him. Trust me; I’ve played that scene in my head before too. Guess what? It’s doesn’t really happen. The man has a life too, you know.

Are you kidding me? It’s a good thing he asked you out on a date in the first place. That’s the most that you should expect and take into account. If a guy offers to buy you dinner, then let him. Otherwise, don’t even think twice about letting him dig through the crevices of his pockets just to pay for your share. Money doesn’t grow on trees and is obviously hard to come by.

Finally, he doesn’t always have to take initiative. How about you call him or start the conversation for once. I know what you’re thinking. “If he really likes me, he wouldn’t give up.” Crap. Crappity crap. Le total crap. If you keep trying to make him chase you, sooner or later, he’s bound to give up. Be fair for once and treat him well. Be conscious of his feelings and treat him with respect.

It’s not always about you. Stop being so darn selfish.

Chivalry, ey? I think it’s time that we stopped raising the bar, expecting so much out of men, and appreciate what they can give us. We can do our part too. Maybe if we thought about it this way, we wouldn’t think chivalry was dead after all.

Like any other girl, I would love to be wooed. I wish to be swept off my feet. I want the guy I like to call me in the middle of the night and say “I’m outside your house right now. I thought I’d drop by and see you even just for a little while.” I want him to take me away to watch the city lights as we both dance in the moonlight. I want to cook with him (like a real man should be able to LOL) and wash the dishes with him, while we flick water at each other. Just some of the few things at the top of my head. And it is wishful thinking. Wishful, it is. But I don’t expect the guy to do all these for me. It’s wonderful if he does.

Just appreciate what he has to offer. After all, everything’s better if it’s unexpected.

Social Networking Death

I hate how Facebook poisons the mind. Nowadays, whenever I log onto that website, it’s almost unbearable to go through people’s pages. Surely, it’s interesting to see what people are up to. But also, I wish I didn’t have to see them talk too much of themselves. Do they really have to post every single detail of their lives? I am eating a sandwich. I am sitting on a chair. Check-ins, I understand. If you’re posting something every five minutes or so, I think you’ve got a problem. Would you like me to stalk you? Save that for Twitter; even then, I wouldn’t be following you.

I despise the fact how some people’s relationship statuses change almost everyday. Yes, you’re single. Yeah, you’re in a relationship. You say “I love you” to him or her. Oh, what’s that? Did you guys just break up… again? As cliche as it may be, it gets on my nerves how people just loosely use those three words. Fancy photos of you making out, ey? No, thanks. I don’t need you greasing up my News Feed.

I loathe that society deems the idea that nothing is official unless it’s Facebook official. I know I’m just reiterating myself, but it’s true. Why must people question our happiness or exclusivity just because it hasn’t made the Top News? If you’re happy, you don’t need to rely on others’ opinions to confirm that you are. You shouldn’t question why you’re feeling that way. If you are, then you are. Awesome sauce, yo.

Social Networks have become another source of paranoia. You probably know what I’m talking about. You know you’ve overanalyzed things in the real world. The internet is no different, and it’s a severe disease.

As much as technology has aided us this past decade, I believe it’s taken over our means to communicate. It’s great that we can keep in touch with our compadres, but it takes away the utmost joy in seeing someone after a long time. It tests our patience with the real world and our dedication to one another. I remember back in the day when I knew I had to get picked up at a certain spot after school, I’d drop everything I did at that moment just to meet my dad; the lack of cellphones made this ideal. I remember when we didn’t have caller ID and my heart would race when I attempted to call a certain boy’s house, hoping that scene I played through my head would happen with him.

Face it. Everyone’s all up on everybody’s business.And this is why conversations have become no more than a “Cool Story, Bro.” Let’s all have a decent conversation and actually get to know each other.

What’s going on with you lately? Oh, just check my profile and that’s w’sup–end of conversation. And life as we know it. orz.

Fighting Food Comas

After listening to music for hours on end, I’m appreciating the silence. I’m fortunate enough to be able to listen to my iPod while I work everyday. Gladly. If I didn’t, I know I’d already have my face flat on the keyboard.

I figured out that I’m not an afternoon person this past summer. Around 3 to 4PM, my eyes begin to droop. I could’ve sworn I’ve fallen asleep for at least a minute or two. I must’ve had my hood on that day; I wasn’t caught.

Everyday has been a battle for those two specific hours. A tough one I must endure. What makes it even more difficult is that everyone at work is accustomed to having 2PM lunches.

Really? I mean really?! I have to fight a food coma and have an afternoon handicap?! Crazy, I tell you.

I’ve tried listening to 90s boyband music to keep me awake. That worked for two days. But I’m getting the feeling that I’m starting to become immune to it.

“Backstreet’s back, alright!”

Frequent bathroom breaks? Not really. I try not to spend too much time in there. People might think I’m doing ze number 2 when I’m really leaning on the bathroom wall and closing my eyes. I’m serious.

While I try to fight my sleep, I think about how fast summer has gone. Has it already been two months? It’s unbelievable how it’s almost August. As much as I want to get the internship done, I don’t want summer to end. I still have a lot of things to catch up on.

I’ve been thinking of revamping my old site. Keeping the blog here, I was wondering about making it a photo blog or a portfolio. All the editing skills I’ve learned these past few weeks have encouraged me to polish some of my memorable photos.

Camp’s coming up in six days. Time’s flying pretty fast, isn’t it? I need to pack up some gear since I’ll be away for a whole week. To be honest, I’m feeling mixed about camp. I know it’s going to be an awesome experience. But I can’t imagine how exhausted I’ll be after it. I remember that one winter camp with school following that weekend. I kept falling asleep in my AP Physics class for consecutive weeks. |: And with a photo shoot that following Monday plus working for the last week. Shnaps, will I be able to hold up?

Planning and more planning. Before summer ends, I hope to hike around Palos Verdes. It’s about time that I do something active aside from sitting in a computer chair all day. Oh mahn, I know exactly who would love to poke me about that.

I miss swimming and the outdoors. I’ll be needing some adventure time eventually. Hopefully, that sleepover with some friends at my place would push through. I still don’t know how we’re all going to fit into my house. We’ll make it work.

Until then, I’ll dream of sheep. Ah yes, sheep.

Which reminds me of that idea… Do robots dream of electronic sheep?

“It’s so fluffy, I’m gonna diiiiie. D8!!”

And I need to watch Inception, quite so.

The Place I’ll Return To Someday

Surely, I did. If you didn’t already know, the title of this post is the opening theme of Final Fantasy IX. FFIX happens to be my favorite out of all the FFs. It’s been a while since I’ve played it. Probably around eight years ago. I can vaguely recall.

I stumbled upon a fandub on YouTube earlier this week. Now, I’m not a fan of fandubs. Heck, I’m not a fan of dubbing itself. I despise it when I find out that any anime in general gets butchered by the english language!

Nah-roo-toe. Sa-KOO-ruh. Sas-Kei.

Anyway, I’m kind of drifting off the point. My point is that I’ll make an exception for this one.

This YouTube channel fandubbed the entire disc one of FFIX. I spent around two days watching the entire thing, and I can’t wait for more! The characters’ voices were exactly how I pictured them to sound like. Zidane’s voice sounds a little lower than I imagined. As for Quina, I never really thought how s/he would sound like since I could never tell what s/he was. Lol. I guess I imagined Quina having a lower-ish voice compared to his/her high given voiceover. Other than that, it was pretty good. They nailed Brahne’s voice. Seriously. It’s hilarious!

You know what bugs me? Is when people don’t recognize FFIX as being up there with all the other FFs. When people think of FF, they immediately think “FFVII is teh bestest!” or “Lionheart PWNZ you!” Other people judge it too quickly. Most of the people I know don’t bother with FFIX since they think it’s weird. Most of their opinions rely on the fact that the characters don’t look normal.

Yeah, alright, so they don’t look like normal human beings. They comprise mostly of animorphs. Okay, just because the hero doesn’t meet the same height requirement as Squall or Cloud doesn’t mean he sucks. Oh, and just because he has a tail? Puhlease.

FFVII has so many glitches in itself. Cloud is never clear with his emotions. He never makes it apparent with which girl he goes for. Hence, the absurd amount of pairings. Tifa or Aeris? I think it’s pretty clear that Aeris’ heart belongs to Zack; Cloud just reminds her of him. She said that. And Aeris? Innocent? She’s one manipulative little lady and I commend her for that. LOL. Tifa kicks butt. She belongs to Cloud. End of story. Haha.

FFVIII? What bothered me much is the group’s ridiculous background. They all just happen to come from the same orphanage when they were young (with the exception of Rinoa, of course), and they coincidentally all end up together. They forget about this because they’ve been using GFs for a long while. Really? Blame the GFs for memory loss? I find that their back stories did not make any sense.

Don’t get me wrong. I love FFVII and FFVIII, but they were pretty ridiculous in so many cases.

I’ve only played FFVII to FFXII. And with that, Final Fantasy IX still stands as being my most favorite out of all of them. Exquisite story lines and outstanding character development. Not to mention their back stories? Awesome. Although what just bothers me about the game is the ending. Where in the world did this random final boss come from? I’ve exhausted all my elixirs on Kuja and that other guy just happened to pull a but-wait-there’s-more!

I can’t wait for the day when I’ll be able to get myself a copy of Final Fantasy IX again. Not to mention the time to play it. Haha. So while I’m waiting, I shall tune in to the game’s amazing soundtrack. Nobuo Uematsu is a genius, isn’t he?

Time to Transfer

I can’t believe it! I finally did it! After years–yes, years–of searching, I have finally exported my 600+ Diaryland entries! You have no idea how much I wanted to get out of there! I thought I could just move to a different blog so easily, but the truth is, I couldn’t. I knew I wouldn’t be able to feel secure knowing that 8 years of my daily ramblings were left aside for a new home.

That’s right. You heard me. I’ve been blogging on the same blog for 8 years now. It would be about 9 years now since we’ve just entered the year 2010. You can just imagine how primitive blogging was back then. Much more was my teenage stupidity. Even though my writing style was utterly dorky, it poses much of a reference of how much I’ve grown these past few years.

My ticket to freedom relied heavily on the Diaryland exporting script from that Clayrhino website. I do remember that the website ceased to exist a couple of years ago. I thought I lost hope. But for some miracle, it was back. I could have just jumped for joy and screamed. Now I finally have more freedom with the HTML around here. Also, I do love the fact that I can categorize and tag my posts unlike before. So long Diaryland and hello WordPress!

So I woke up at five in the morning today. There is seriously something wrong with my body clock. This won’t help me much when I have to start school the next day. Technically, I am starting school tomorrow. Gosh, I don’t even have a class. LOL. I’m gonna enter campus the next day and fight for that English class (even if it means shooting the incoming students).

Even though I would just loathe to be in that class for the next five weeks of winter session, it’s something that I’ve got to do if I want to transfer. I can’t have myself sitting in junior college for four years. That would be like going through another round of high school. Three is enough!

I’m still unsure of where to transfer after junior college. Not only that, I still have money issues. I’m still uncertain about being eligible for financial aid. ‘Cause here’s the deal: I’ve figured that the poorer you are, the more probable it is for you to attend college. I don’t care what the statistics say! I think they’ve made an error in their ways!

The thing is, I wouldn’t necessarily say I’m poor. “Broke” would be a better term to describe that. I mean, my parents do make more than enough cash since they work extra hours. The problem here is that my mom has a spending problem, which I am very twitchy about. I mean, surely we have debts to pay and bills to clear out. Then again, doesn’t everybody? But once those are cleared out, I’m pretty sure the money earned for that could be used for something like–I don’t know–a word that seems to have been taken out of her vocabulary–savings. |:

But nooo, instead it gets funded into online shopping and the sorts. There was a month last year–I kid you not–that almost every other day, we had a package from FedEx laying at our doorstep. My mom gets into this whole deal of “saving” when she thinks it’s a good idea to purchase something when it’s on sale. Really, really?! Not when you’re buying more of the same thing! That’s like paying for the original price. Maybe even more if you’re not careful. -__-;

I recall that there was time last year when I had college fees due. I reminded her now and then that we needed to have the cash before Thanksgiving since registration for the next sem was around that period. The day draws near and what happens? Our supposed savings for my tuition was invested in a treadmill.

A treadmill?! You’ve got to be kidding me. You know what a cheaper and healthier option is? Walking. The best thing about it is that it doesn’t cost a cent! What was purely genius was that she spent five minutes a day at most on that contraption. Yeah, your calories aren’t going anywhere in five minutes.

Don’t get me wrong. I love my mom, but I’m not gonna go anywhere in life this way. This is why I’m stuck in junior college; I couldn’t afford getting into a university. Two years in junior college, I would supposedly have money for uni by now, but no. I would only hope to be eligible for financial aid. Please, oh please, give me money for college!

I hope to must transfer Fall ’11. Biola is out of the question with my current situation. My dear hopes rest in the UCs. I’m thinking about going to either UC Irvine, UCSD or UCLA. UC Berkeley, if I’m smart enough. Hah, I could only imagine though. My GPA is being dragged down by the likes of Calculus and Physics. Gladly, I was able to raise my GPA last semester after the horrid Physics 1A and Math 191 experience. Calculus in the summer; what was I thinking? Although it’s good to know that I’m ahead.

I’m terrified for this coming spring semester though. I’m going to be taking Math 270 and Physics 1B. This Calculus professor is rumored to be horrible at teaching; the deadly aspect that poisoned me during the summer. If the teacher sucks, I can’t learn. For Physics, I have the same professor as last spring. Great, just great. I guess I’ll be blowing my brains out if I want to maintain my GPA.

Our purpose in life is to go to college to get a job to pay for our college debts. In the end, once all our debts are paid, we can die happy. -Bryan

I swear, when Bryan told me that, I couldn’t help but LOL and believe there’s so much truth in that statement. I feel like after taking all these classes and get a degree, I won’t be good enough and end up working at Target. By that time, a teenage employee might even have a higher position because he’s been in the business longer than me. ROFL. Now that’s sad.

For the remainder of the day, I shall attempt to make myself useful. This does not include being on Facebook for no reason. lol. I’m still feeling lazy about picking up my guitar again. Still feeling uninspired. At the moment, I’m just tuning into some Gabe Bondoc songs; they’ve been on repeat for the past two hours. “Stronger Than” has to be my favorite. (:

Oh snap, I still have to prepare for school. Hah, I haven’t even touched my school bag since fall semester ended. You can totally tell I’m looking forward to tomorrow.