FEEL LIKE A GIRL

Cant help but feel girly, when your bag spills out; and all you can see are a few lipsticks, a blusher, lots of chocolates and a cell charger. 

20 RULES OF BEING IN FUCLAS (FUI, ARTS CAMPUS).

I wrote some of the things that i have noticed in my time i went there, so i decided to write some things that were repeated over and over in various semesters ,also i might like to point out that these may or may not seem true to you i'm just writing what i think is right so even if you don't agree please don't get offended following are the rules of being in fuclas:

• If a girl likes a guy, only the girl and her best friend knows, but if a guy likes some girl EVERYONE except the girl knows.
• Someone, ANYONE has to be playing an instrument at all times.
• Guys walk in bundles to go to the bathroom while girls go alone (universal rule reversed)
• The day you do not bring your student ID shall be the day they check for it.
• If it aint dirty, it aint cafeteria food.
• If a teacher is good and amazing at her field she or he will definitively not get to teach another class in this university.
• If a teacher is there in permanent staff, she or he shall teach ANY subject she or he can get hold of.
• Library is there but not to read books.
• Boys bathroom (unsanitary may it be)provides irreplaceable acoustics to play an instrument and  to randomly sing songs.

THE GIRL WHO READS

The girl who reads finds it even harder to fall in love, because she has seen just how many ways there are in which she could get hurt, plus the literature has made her expectations far unreachable by mere existent people.

We found this amazing quote on Goodreads.com by Rosemarie Urquico and just had to make a post for it.

“You should date a girl who reads.
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

THINGS THAT GO UNNOTICED

A word of kindness is seldom spoken in vain, while witty sayings are as easily lost as the pearls slipping from a broken string.

George Dennison Prentice

A Literature world; where everything merges together.

Reality is always more disappointing then the fantasy, that’s what I believe in. It’s as if even of the things that happen in real life that are the exact same copy of a fantasy it will be more disappointing then before, somehow reality makes all the attractions a little blurred or maybe the patience level more low. Whatever it is, the exact same dreamy fantasy in real life is not very catchy and swooning as you make it out to be in your head. I didn’t always believe that. To me, my fantasies weren’t always so disappointing. I used to think the exact same opposite to what I believe in now.

The world where, every fantasy and every fact in literature or movies becomes reality, The world where there is Idris, Narnia, Hogwarts, NeverNever, capitol, Mordor and many more, a world where there are hobbits, goblins, elves, vampires, demons, faeries, warlocks, werewolves, witches, wizards, angels, zombies and even hunters . I live in a world where everything merges together. It’s not yet dystopia or apocalyptic but it will be in sometime I believe, humans are not the most superior of species when there are so many others in every corner. It’s believe that goblins are very smart, Elves very beautiful, vampires immortal and shadow hunters have angel blood, how does someone compete with that, it’s hard to argue the fact that shadow hunters call us mundane, when we are mundane in so many ways. Everything that made life normal and human is now gone, everything that was once in a previous life was considered unreal and absurd to believe in is now a norm on earth.  I’m a hunter; I hunt demons, vampires, zombies and everything that can hurt or destroy others. Someone has to keep balance in society and keep the world from becoming a dystopian wreck it is bound to become anyway. We’re fighting a losing war but we have to keep going.

Annoying Seatmates

I generally hate flying.  Not because I am a nervous flyer, oh no nothing like that.  Its just being trapped in steel cage for hours and hours makes me a little uncomfortable and I can't even sit in one place for more than half hour let alone fourteen frikking hours!!!!  And of course how can I forget the bad food, the bad company and the bad seats. The only thing that could make the flying experience worse for me is someone with a toddler, or more accurately a toddler who refuses to shut up.  Oh how those people infuriate me.  I know its mean but dude come on!  Put a sock in that thing for a while will ya?

Every flyer's nightmare!!!

On a recent flight however I was lucky enough to avoid the crying babies, but instead I was forced to found out that the only thing worse than crying baby is the person sitting next to you.

Just some randomness...before exam!!

Why is that whenever its the exam time even the most dire of things start to look interesting? That discarded novel you never wanted to read, that long 2 dvd version movie about a boring person you always avoided even holding. Even writing in your blog when you are suffering from writers block is more appealing then opening those God forsaken notes that give you information and promise to take you on the road to success.

I like many others have an exam tomorrow and again like many others the tissue box on that table is more interesting then the book I'm suppose to be studying. In my defense though, the book is very redundant and insufferable. Who needs to learn infinite amount of dates anyway? Its not like when I am in my professional life someone is going to come up and ask me "hey who created the AM (amplitude module) for radios?" it was Lee Fossenden in case you didn't knew ( Wow, looks like one point is guaranteed if they ask me that tomorrow) and who in their right minds name their kid Lee Fossenden anyway?? Its like his parents names him solely for the purpose of confusing the future generation who will have to learn his name.

I demand justice, or an Xbox whatever is easier to supply.

P.S : I do realize that this ough to have been my journal entry rather then a wecritcs blog post but I can explain this act: I couldn't find my journal and I'm lazy!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

Yes yes, we know!.. we are a little late in the wishing department.. but its the thought that counts right?
So from everyone here at We Critics, we wish you a very happy new year!!

Hope this year will be as rocking as the last one!! 

UTOPIAN VS DYSTOPIAN

A few days ago, my friend and I were discussing if it makes us sadist if we like dystopian books more than the utopian ones? Well this is what I think.

Utopian books are the books about the magical world where everything is perfect. Perfect government, perfect policies, perfect rule and perfect everything. This is the place where we dream of living one day. We wished we lived in a world where there were no wars and no hatred. The dystopian books on the other hand are the total opposite (As if you didn’t know that already).