My Memento Scrapbook or whatever

So, as my life felt like living in monotone, I have said before that I would make a memento book or whatever. Thing is, the whole deal is going well. Every time I put something in it (so far I have 3 entries), I can't help but feel my lips twitch up a little. I am currently enjoying it. Well, I am pretty much proud of myself for actually utilizing the plan. I have, for some cosmic reasons, abandoned lots and lots and LOTS of thought up activities. This going on right here is a drastic, positive change. I LOVE IT!

Oh, the book is yellow with green lettering of "MEMORIES" in front-just perfect. Although "MEMENTO" would have been equally perfect, too. ^^

Sometimes, you would think about the best way to live your life, and that would be it--a thought. Most of the time, you wouldn't think and just act on a particular moment, and that would be it--living.

His Graveyard made me think and well.. cry.

I have heard millions of praises for Neil Gaiman and after reading Stardust, I had a pretty good idea as to why that is. So, after countless of relentless nagging from my Ate to actually read some more of his books, I conceded.

Just earlier, I finished reading The Graveyard. It was enchanting to the point where you would ignore other plans just to finish it. I would not prattle about every detail, but this was a book ought to be read by all ages—well young adults and above.  The book was genius per se, but the message and how it was conveyed left me to tears of utter amazement.

Nobody Owens, due to the tragic murder of his family when he was only a year old, was adopted by the ghosts of the graveyard. He was assigned parents and a guardian-an esoteric guardian who disappeared weeks at a time due to a more mysterious job. Needless to say, everyone in the area became his friend while he grew up. He had different best friends to adhere to his age some dead and one well, alive--which was amusing yet weirdly realistic.  The adventures were filled with lessons and would just leave you stirring. The ending was both sad and auspicious that it branched to different realizations as well as interpretation.

Here’s mine.

In a dissected manner of viewing it:

Personally, what Nobody Owens experienced in the graveyard was in reality, a childhood spent in a small town where dreams were hardly viewed as possible except to a few some. The graveyard had rules, boundaries and limits. It had set an allusion that what lied beyond their place was dangerous and better off unravelled especially of a boy who, when he was young, a product of tragedy of that world. It’s like, a typical family raising their children in an overly safe manner.  Although, children were guileless, spirited and spontaneous that they tend to break these rules to set on adventures that they thought weren’t consequential. Bod had these adventures and these things he took as experience moulded him for the future.

The fact that his guardian/s kept their work clandestine was for me, how the ones we love are doing everything without our knowing to keep us safe; that even though you are gapped by years of experience and intelligence, where their actions are directed are to your own good.

During his stay in the graveyard, he had a chance to go to the real world; here he discovered both positive and negative things. He first met greed, avarice, anger etc..; he also learned things he once thought were fallacious or fictitious were actually real. He felt love as well as heartache. It was already clear to him that a person to like you deeply would only be true once you are accepted as who you are.  He was also taught that what the dead could remember, the ones who are alive possibly could not. This particularly stroked me, as the dead only became figments with their memories intact while people live on hoping to forget the tragedy of death.

No matter how peaceful a place was, trouble would always find you. The good thing was, by the time evil caught up with Bod, he already knew how to deal with it. Time was his friend and it was kind enough to show him how he was the only one changing and to be appropriate, he needed an environment that could be par with his own.

So when the graveyard, the adventures it had given him and the people who stayed with him decided he was ready for the world, he took this as a chance to be great. It was up to him if he wanted to bring the memories of his childhood with him; if these people should always be his inspiration; if he would again visit the graveyard.

Our childhood is like the graveyard- it is nothing but buried memories to some, while to others, it is where they build their tombstones made of gold—ones they can go back to in order to get nostalgic inspiration.  The graveyard gave life to the few years of our life, but it isn’t the certain life to live; for someday, we will leave the confines of that graveyard and live real. It is up to us how to use the graveyard in the future or if not to use it at all. When we leave, we can bring some of the things it gave us, or we can erase the graveyard in our minds and start from scratch. It all depends on our graveyards.

Or maybe this is the simple message:

The graveyard is the history of everything in our life, and it will let us go after they have completely moulded us for real life.

THAT IS ALL! Thank you, Neil Gaiman!

Hormonal imbalance or what?

Should men be conceited, women are conscious.

Apparently, not only counseling can make you see things in a clear thought process--books can. Lots of it can technically prove a statement. Say.. people of the same interest are most likely to fall in love? It depends entirely on the person who perceives it. Like, someone who studies literature is apt to find someone who studies the same subjects worthy of attention. Or maybe, an actor from an obscured town would meet someone from the same place and actually make magic. And with these examples, all can surmise that the books my realization was based upon are cheesy romance novels. The problem is, what if I don't find someone whose interests equal mine? Because, all things considered, I don't have a specific passion. My interest are jumbled and non-categorical.

What bugs me-a female- is what part of myself is interesting. If miraculously, googling yourself can show all the unique things that make you attractive and unparalleled, I would, by all means, stop wallowing and pronounce myself capable of a mature relationship. But instead displaying my utter happiness for a matter that seems so out of reach, here I am suffering from existential crisis.

So, existential crisis might be a bit exponentially heavy a term for what I am feeling at the moment. The point is, maybe I 'm just secretly yet desperately trying to extend attributes I don't have. So, I want to rediscover my true self and be comfortable with it.


1.You are a Nursing student, one of your interests is helping people alleviate pain.
2.You enjoy books imbued with fantasy, romance, homosexuality, dark themes, and drama.
3.You love movies with subtle plots and poignant lines.
4. You love music with simple but deeply moving lyrics.
5. You watch comedies with satire, a bit of parody and carnal stupidity.
6. You support the LGBT in your own emotional way.
7. Odd things interest you, like weird animals, unconventional art, hidden stories, and  bent historical facts.
8. You take interest in Serial Killer's psyche.
9. If someone brags about reading/watching something that is to them the best thing ever, you read/watch it  for proof or just to prove them wrong.
10.You prefer imagination that's why you hate graphic novels (yet you still won't miss movies based on books you've read even if there are only a few) .
11. You love movies with narration.
12. You love working with eye make-ups.
13. You don't want to be called stupid although you're not really that smart.
14.You attempted to learn lucid dreaming.
15. You get lost inside your mind too often.
16. You obsess with things excessively (remeber slash fandom? SXS, J2?).
17. You plot your own love story to the nines.
18. You try too much to make a statement.
19. You write when you just don't know anymore..

TBC..

One of my plans to know my life is not in the static line.

 **I shall collect a memento from every place  I go and put it in a Scrapbook.
 **Put in the date, the name of the person you're with and a sentence or two about your thoughts.

Keep in mind, that you are special! If people don't see this, then you are not to incorporate said people in any way into your life but  mere pebbles on the way. As what I have said earlier, how interesting a person can be depends on the individual who perceives it; there is someone out there who sees or will see you as the only girl unequaled. Yep, you just have to utilize the proverbial wait. ^^