There are times when I feel like my life is a mess. Some days I wake up and feel like this living, breathing disaster teetering on the brink of failure. It’s as if every time I try something out, a horrible train wreck ensues and I’m left there in the midst of all the scattered debris. Certain moments when I feel like shutting out to the world, instances where my will gets shattered into so many bits and pieces unimaginable. 

But along the process of it all, I learned to pick myself up in every situation. No matter how scattered and messy my life sometimes feels like, sometimes the best way is to just pull yourself together and clean everything up. Disregard how chaotic it may seem at first or how long the time it would take. Just do it. Don’t wait for someone to unscatter it for you. Learn to do it for yourself. In your own pace, for your own good.

And sure, right of the moment I may suck a doing this or doing that, or my life breathes of misfortune. Still, I take comfort in knowing I’m in the process of getting there. It might just take a little while.

Thanks, Goodreads. Thank you for updating me on your monthly newsletter that I have been reading Going Bovine for the past thirty days. Yes, I’ve been reading the same book for about a month now. The same four hundred eighty paged, twelve sized font, double spaced young adult novel has been sitting on my bookshelf unfinished. Way to go on highlighting my lack of focus right? You could’ve just said something like, “Hey slowreader! Why not get your ass together and finish this goddamn book already!”

What’s funny is it’s not even because the story isn’t good. In fact, I finally got into the part where Cameron (the book’s so-called “anti-hero”) started acting something remotely close to being likable. All thanks to the the book’s ridiculous plot and interesting secondary characters, of course. If I remember correctly, I wrote something about my tiny problems with this book three-four weeks ago.

Anyway, this should serve as a wake up call. I’ve been behind on my reading list for so long it’s about time I make up for it. So if you happen to see me less and less on Tumblr, it’s probably because I’m riding shotgun with Cameron on a crazy roadtrip across America. That or I’m asleep. But that’s another story.

This just in: two undeniable “famous” bloggers decided it’s about damn time they click the unfollow button on my humble Tumblr home. The said “famous” bloggers are known for their veritable good looks which, of course, they’re well aware of as they love reminding all of our dashboards every five minutes of their unprecedented photos. Moreover, said “famous” bloggers are also fond of denying their “famous” status which not only makes them look more pathetic but self-indulgent as well. Details for their reason of unfollowing me still remains unknown up to this very hour. 

Okay, cut me some slack, my blog isn’t exactly what you can call “famous-worthy” so spare me five minutes to poke fun of some of them. Ha! How did I managed to get my hands on my unfollowers, you ask? Well I recently unearthed this nifty unfollow script that allows you to track them down. Isn’t that just awesome? 

And while I ponder what the hell is their reason for unfollowing yours truly, I decided to do the most rational thing that comes to mind: unfollow them as well. Truth be told, their blogs are really not that special. And I am not saying this out of contempt, actually I have been contemplating their useless presence on my dashboard as well. I guess, their idea of my blog isn’t living up to their expectations of how a blog should be like. Yeah, well right back at them.

You see, there are two ways to look at things when someone unfollows you, either you mope in depression (which sounds so ridiculous) or you turn the other cheek and continue what you do best. After all, we blog not because of the people around us. We blog for our own sake. But hey, writing all about it won’t hurt, either.

Hey Hanna! :)

Oh wow, to be honest, I’m a very easy reader to please. You see, I have this habit of always seeing the good things on the books I read. (Like “Oh there are a lot of plotholes, but I do love the characters and the author’s style of writing. I’ll give this one 4 out of 5 stars.”) Haha.

However, for me to really fall in love with a book, something has to click — something inexplicable that will resonate and will pull me in; the kind that will play with my imagination and will take me somewhere uncharted. Books that made me see an entirely different universe after days of soaking myself in its pages. It doesn’t have to be cleverly written, philosophical or intricately plotted. As long as the book reached a deep part of me and lingered there, it will definitely hold a special place in my heart. 

I feel like we’re getting so little media attention from The Perks of Being A Wallflower’s movie adaptation that the longer I wait, the less excited I’m getting. Sure, they want to keep everything under the wraps by releasing the smallest of details about the film, but really? How long does it take to shoot a coming-of-age movie nowadays? It’s not like CGI was involved in making it or something.

I acknowledge that there are pluses and pitfalls of having a high-profiled debut but this trick that the producers are pulling on us is making me really really apprehensive. I can only hope that by the end of the summer, we can have a trailer. Or for the very least, a sneak peek.

Currently Reading: Going Bovine by Libba Bray

It’s amazing how Libba Bray can write so much words in one sentence. I am being sarcastic, of course. It’s freaking off-putting at times. In turn, Cameron looks like he’s trying too hard to be the quintessential anti-hero. Which is kind of funny because I feel like his character lacks so much introspection. All outburst, no substance. I just couldn’t get past it! This is the reason why I’m stuck on page sixty-six. :|

Look at that, the summer season has turned me into a cranky bookworm.

French the Llama! Are you the same anon that keeps asking me John Green related questions? Reveal yourself!

Haha. It’s cool though. But you don’t have to be an anonymous to ask me these kinds of questions! :)

Anyway, I think this is unfair for Hazel since she is the narrator of The Fault In Our Stars. We all get to be inside her head throughout the book so as a character, she stands out among the four. And I really like Hazel as we both share this perverse fascination over fictional beings. Ha! 

So taking her out of equation, I have to say it’s Margo Roth Spiegelman. It is her spontaneous and outgoing personality that made me more drawn to her. However, what made me love her even more is how John Green laid out her character. Here is a near perfect beautiful young woman. At first, she’s all about revenge and pranks, but as the story moves on, you see this fragile girl who just wants to break out of a life that she no longer wanted. And I admire her courage for doing just that. Yes, she’s selfish for neglecting her parents, and for leading on Quentin but in the end, she learned to acknowledge her own mistakes. Now, that’s character development! 

I guess you can say that she is the better representation of what Alaska Young could be had she not killed herself. Haha

Warning: Possible Spoilers!

Hi anon! To be fair, it’s been a year since I last read Looking for Alaska so my memory of the book is quite hazy. But one thing’s for certain, I never really liked Alaska Young as a character. It’s like she always puts on this enigma for people to be more drawn to her. She constantly flirts with Pudge despite having a boyfriend and she’s very volatile and self-destructive when she’s moody.

True, that is the whole point of Looking for Alaska, but I feel like I got little of her true self, and received vague reflections of how the other characters perceived her. (I guess, this is the reason why John wrote Paper Towns) So in the end, Alaska merely became this sort of literary device for the plot to make sense and possibly nothing else.