#29 – A picture that can always make you smile

Beware! Pure cuteness ahead.

You have been warned.

Hoggy the Hedgehog

That, my dear readers, is a stuffed hedgehog I’ve aptly named Hoggy — it’s named after Hogwarts, too, so I’m deeper than that. ^_^ (Don’t ask me why I named a hedgehog after a fictional Wizarding school, ‘coz I have no idea.)

The toy was a Christmas present from my brother, which he bought after he realized that my Christmas present to him was something he really wanted but never really thought of getting. The little tyke was bought the day after Christmas, but it’s adorable all the same. Gotta love little brothers, eh?


#28 – A picture of something you’re afraid of

I hate, hate, hate speaking in front of an audience. I don’t like the feeling of cold sweat on my palms. I don’t like the fluttering sensation in my stomach. And I certainly don’t like speaking when nervous because my voice goes all high and squeaky and I sound so girlish. *shudder* I talk fast, too, which won’t help much. I was a born listener, not a talker — comprende?

#27 – A picture of yourself and a family member

Yes, I know. I’ve been neglecting this challenge. But better late than never, eh?

This is a picture of my mom and me deciding which pictures to print out as a hologram souvenir. We were vacationing in Boracay, the best beach ever in my opinion. I think it’s one of the must-see places if any of you vacationers are in the Philippines.

The pictures we were choosing from were the ones when we went helmet diving. If you want to see a picture of it, click this link.

#26 – A picture of something that means a lot to you

I honestly do not know how to complete this challenge, seeing as I’m as tired as I could ever be and I don’t feel like having another soul-searching moment.  A picture that means a lot to me? The first thing that comes to my mind is my privacy — that and my independence or freedom. But I suppose that’s just my teenage-ness talking.

How am I supposed to take a picture of that, though? o.O

In the meantime, the picture below is of a reading nook I wish I had when I was a kid. I found it in an article in Yahoo! a couple of days ago. The bookcase itself swings open like a door, revealing a sort of hammock behind it.

There was a C.S Lewis inspired one as well, but I didn’t get a chance to copy the picture. There was a wardrobe and a hidden annex behind it and everything! I could imagine it right now: a comfy mattress, piles upon piles of pillows, a mini fridge in the corner plus a water dispenser and all my books around me. That’s what I call heaven.

#25 – A picture of your favorite day

This challenge is very vague. This could mean either of three things:

  1. a picture of my favorite event that happened during the day
  2. a picture of my favorite day of the week/month/year, or
  3. a picture of my favorite day of the overall
Since my days pretty much all blend together in this some sort of one-dayness (that’s a totally made up word, but just go with it), I’m choosing option number two. Though each day has its own merits, that does tend to change as the status quo changes, too.

I used to like Wednesdays and Thursdays because those days didn’t have Science lessons, but I guess with the new school year coming up, I that’s destined to change. That, and it’s currently summer and I don’t have Science AT ALL. Yay for me!

I like Fridays as well, seeing as it signaled the end of the school week — never mind Rebecca Black’s disaster of it. Besides, Student Council meetings were scheduled that day. Friday also meant I could stay up as long as I could without regretting the consequences. (Saturdays were out because there’s a big chance that my family and I would go out to the mall.)

So out of all three choices, one of them must be my favorite day. Well, if you’re thinking that, you must not know me very well because days are not my thing. I’m more of a night owl.

#24 – A picture of something you wish you could change

I’ve never been really passionate about any worthy causes such as Climate Change or World Hunger or even the simple Prejudice, but if given the chance to change something, I’d change the people of the Philippines.

I didn’t remember much of my life in the Philippines before I moved to live in England, and so my mind-set was a bit different from most people my age. During on the first political discussion in my Social Studies class, I was beyond confused when some of my classmates went straight to corruption as the problem. Although I was naïve — I was thirteen or fourteen then — but why did they blame the people behind power so vehemently?

The way I see it, since our government was a democracy, the people voted for the people behind power so, therefore, it’s their fault. Not wholly, of course. In the end it really is the official’s fault. But the people shouldn’t be quick to put the blame on others. They should be willing that at the very least, the state of the Philippines now is their fault because of their ignorance.

Anyway, I’m not going deeper into that. I’m not a very political person. But there you have it. That’s my point of view.

If you want to learn more about corruption in the Philippines, click this link.

#23 – A picture of your favorite book

I can’t say I have a favorite book, seeing as I’ve read so much I can’t even remember the last name of the authors, let alone any major plot lines other than she was the bad guy and he was the father of the good guy who was the secret weapon — or whatever.

What is a favorite book, anyway? Am I just supposed to look at the fiction books, or are non-fiction books allowed to? How about ebooks, because I have plenty of them.

In my opinion, a favorite book is book, fiction-wise, that is so well written the reader just can’t put it down. The reader would have to forced to read it first thing in the morning and wouldn’t be able to let go until it’s late at night. The reader would have to be forced to read-walk and to read while eating. The reader would have to be moved so that after reading the last word and seeing the great expanse of blank page after that last paragraph, he or she would just sit back and look blankly ahead and just sigh for a story well written.

I’m picky about books, and I don’t like mistakes. When I see a typographical error or an excess in punctuation — hello Stephenie Meyer and your addiction to commas — then I’d feel that slight tingle of annoyance. And that’d just ruin the story for me.

Though I like guessing at what would happen, if I am proven correct and that spooky neighbor really did turn out to be the bad guy, then I’d lose a little respect for the author. I want something that would make me gasp out loud and shriek to the world (i.e. my friends and family) that I did not see that coming. I want to think back on that moment, think back on my reaction, hours later and just smile because a good story made me react like that.

To quote a wise sage whose name I can’t recall right now:

A truly great book should be read in youth, again in maturity and once more in old age…

So if I had to choose a favorite book — and skipping the Harry Potter series because that would be an unfair advantage ;D — I would have to choose the following two books (because I can’t choose between them):

  1. Emma by Jane Austen, a book I’ve been reading since the beginning of the year and had finished just as summer started 
  2. and Ella Enchanted by Gail Carlson Levine, a sweet story I’ve read in one day
Emma I’ve chosen because I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve laughed out loud while reading it. And Mr. Knightley is ever so lovable. ^_^
As for Ella Enchanted, I just really like those kind of stories that are so sweet and innocent. And the love story between Ella and Char, in my opinion, was not mentioned enough, it made me crave for more.

So there you have it, folks. My two favorite books. Care to tell me yours?

#22 – A picture of something you wish you were better at

I don’t how many times I’ve lightheartedly teased myself about my memory. Not remembering things can be a bother, which is why I have a planner to write stuff down on. That’s a little bit of help, but there tend to be times when, in a conversation, I forget people’s names and I come off as rude, especially since that mostly happens to my classmates, and I’ve known them for at least four years or so.

I really ought to eat more carrots or something. Wait, I think those are for the eyesight. Hmm, peanuts then?

By the way, the official term for someone who can’t remember names of people or objects is anomiaIt’s one of my self-assigned vocabulary words. I’m such a nerd, yeah?

#21 – A picture of something you wish you could forget

If you’ve watched the movie, then you know what I’m talking about. Avatar: The Last Airbender is one of my favorite TV shows/cartoon, and I was really, really beyond excited for the movie — not just because it’s the real-life (sorta) adaptation of the show, but also because Jackson Rathbone would be cast in the role of funny guy Sokka.

And I love me some Jackson. (Leftover admiration from his role as Jasper Whitlock in the Twilight Saga — see Breaking Dawn pictures here.)

Anyway, the acting was horrible and unbelievable. Aang was just a mess — far from his charismatic self, and it’s clear that the actor was chosen for his martial art talents and not for his acting chops. As for Katara, there’s something about her that I don’t like. And Sokka — don’t even get me started on him. I love Jackson and everything, but what happened to the comic relief?!

Most of all: didn’t anyone know how to ACT??? I’d insert more question marks, but then that’d be abuse.

Overall, the movie was a big disappointment. Of course, it did not help that my viewing experience was a total fail, too. There were no seats left in the theater so my brother and I had to stand, and stupidly enough, I had watched the movie just the weekend before I had to take my Quarter Assessment. But shhh! Don’t tell my teachers! ^_^

But enough about me. What did you think of this disaster?

#20 – A picture of somewhere you’d love to travel

Although the beautiful ruins of the temples of siblings Apollo and Artemis, respectively, came first to my mind (the Parthenon, too), I decided to put them aside in preference to the Trevi Fountain. Ever since I’ve watched The Lizzie McGuire Movie when I was around eight, I was besotted with beautiful sculptures. And the Trevi Fountain, suffice to say, is very beautiful indeed. I’d love to go to Rome someday — and don’t forget all of Europe as well! ^_^

picture courtesy of Wikipedia