One Rainy Saturday

Hola! It's been a while since I last wrote something here. I just found nothing much to blabber about, but just lately, I wanted to get back on writing on my blog again (I don't know but, the word "blogging" to me seems too-big-a-word that "bloggers" (people who blog and have like 2-3 digits for the number of their readers) only get to use). Lately, I've been piled up with hills of school works, that I found almost no time for anything else (hyperbole though), and now, I want to leave some time for "others" in my schedule when I could do activities that can serve as outlets of these dreamy girl inside my head.

Anyway, yesterday was a really happy day for me. I was happy to find rest and enjoy with my family while I got to do what I need to do, and do what I want to do. Yehey.

With the intensity of the rain and the coldness it brought yesterday, the desired peace and rest were welcomed. Whooo. I pray for more of those kinds of days to happen!

So, I spent the morning/noon finishing up my reports in my Human Development subject, even if I didn't need to do them yet-- I just wanted to finish everything so I could get to do what I want to do with my time not hurrying me.

And later in the afternoon, my family and I had a wonderful snack time.

Giant ensaymada given to my mom hahaha it's actually very sweet and delicious

Spag & ensaymada

Since it's cold, our drink was coffee, but since I'm not a fan of coffee, mine is milk coffee (sugared by condensed milk. How I treasure my figure!)

After snacks, my sister and I played scrabble! :) Hihi. She's such so lazy to play with her letters that I've won against her.

And after we played, my sibs and I watched Brave the animated film. Well, yea, siblingy bonding.

Done with the fun time, I resumed to my reviewing and studied my Experimental Psychology subject for an exam the following Tuesday. And after I read what I needed to read, I got back to my own realm and finished reading Dash & Lily's Book of Dares by Rachel Cohn and David Levithan.

And after a while of being so stressed by all these academic stuff I have, I finally got to devour a book again. I read until 1:39 a.m., and I've never felt so light this semester. It's been a long time since I last did this-- staying up late for a read, because I barely get to sleep at night, I usually just sleep instead of reading. I got to do this always when I was in high school, when school stuff don't really worry me even if I left them hanging until the due date because I can easily solve them all in a click. Oh well, and the book just got me hooked, I guess because of the easiness in it.

What a delightful Saturday it waaaas, and I found myself waking up to another bunch of non-Saturdays to deal with, that's life, I guess, it's cool anyway to spend time being challenged most of the time, because life would be sooo boring if one gets to rest majority of their lifetime.

I believe that happy hours were made less than the stressful ones so we will look forward to it, and not get used to the loveliness of it. Well, that, I think, is why Saturday was made only once a week.

Places within the pages

I started to shrink to unreality these past few days.

When I say unreality, I mean dreams and imaginations or worse, places within the pages. Yes, I don't think they are good for the soul, well anyway, but they could be good, too. I don't really know.

People were given minds that could compensate for their ideas and ideals, so they should be maximized, not be slightly used and not be overused because both extremes could be dysfunctional. Anyway, yeah, I think I may be overusing this little brain sometimes, or probably I just have a huge brain especially made for me, 'cause as far as I am aware, I don't feel any screw loosening yet (And, I could contradict myself easily). Another anyway, I want to go to places I've never been, especially places that could hardly be real because I thought it would be romantic. When you say romantic, it doesn't have to be with a guy, right? A place could be called romantic even if there were no people there (or maybe because couples will actually love it being there? ugh. Devalues the worth).

I'll start with: RIGHT NOW I WANT TO GO PLACES I'VE NEVER BEEN. Imma rant this time.I want to go to Pemberley, to North Carolina (where, interestingly, I've found most love stories written), Green Gables, Maryland, where else, hunh? Oh yes, where was the Secret Garden located? I just wonder to what castle did Cinderella leave her slipper, or the coast roads where protagonists took their twists and turns. The house on the little prairie and other places where Laura Ingalls-Wilder spent her colorful youth. I'm thrilled just thinking about the Cemetery of the Books! Many else. What will I do there then? Just walk along these places and leave my footprints there, or probably live there for a week or two or a year or just a little while will do. Just try to witness what could have happened or what change would there be if a single feature from the place is located differently.

I don't want to imagine though that I am Lizzie Bennett or Anne Shirley, and try to mimic and live their lives. I just want to walk these places as myself rather than pretend be the characters I love. I don't know but I just don't feel like imagining I am a certain character, especially those that I love, it feels creepy and insane. Sometimes, I thought it would be better if I have been there for me to really be a part of the places and for my presence to be a part of other people's imaginations, but I realized I am doing a greater part being the thinker, being the one who imagines it all.

Aww, okay. My thoughts become so excited it explodes to randomness.

Sometimes, I think it does well to think of things which are alien to us, some of these, they really do exist. Of course, some of these are just imaginations. It doesn't do that because we don't see them, they are already fictional. Some exist somewhere within the wide earth, while some of these they do exist, but they are found within the worlds within our thoughts, and some were already part of what's past kept alive by memories and memoirs.

Someday, I know I will get to these places given the chances in life. Well, I could only go physically to the places which are literally real. And who knows who I'm going with. Hahaha

(As I was ending this blog post, I felt like there's music playing, probably the OST for Anne of Green Gables animated. Hahaha)

Some places in the classics (I don't know if the others are just replicas or they are the real ones):

ANNE SHIRLEY'S LIFE:

Anne's fictional room

Green Gables (fictional, I think)

Avonlea entrance

Road along Avonlea

Obviously, the places in Anne's life are my favorites. You've gotta read Anne of Green Gables and Anne of Avonlea to understand. Unfortunately, I haven't read the other books yet.

Here are others:

The ever dear SECRET GARDEN (fictional)

North Carolina beach

Little House on the Prairie (production design for the film, I think)

Pemberley (not sure if legit)