**edit: I apologise for the strange format in which this post has been published. I have no idea how it came to be, but let's not tickle the sleeping dragon, eh? Don't want to risk losing the entire post by pokin' through the settings here and there. So, pretend I've written this in the form of an organic, free verse poem and enjoy.
So, recently, I've been going through a “writer’s block” type of phase, like I’ve said before. As a
result, I’ve wanted to relax and calm my nerves by watching a few films and television programmes. Upon
doing this, I *finally* discovered the beautiful show that is “the Office”.
I know this is a really random topic, but please bear with me. This is my most recent obsession.
Such a ridiculously intense obsession, that I’ve neglected to follow my own advice on how to stop
procrastinating and just went ahead and watched “the Office” for hours on end. On a normal day, I start
studying at around 4:00pm or 5:00pm. Now that I’m addicted to “the Office”, I start studying at 8:00pm
or even 10:00pm for no good reason. When I think rationally (without the temptation of using the
Internet to watch “the Office”), I can’t understand my actions from the night before, to be frank. Why
satisfy my longing for relaxation with an immediate solution that will actually worsen my situation when
I run out of time to get things done? When I’m thinking irrationally (the computer looks at me waiting to
be used; Michael Scott’s calling me over to pick out the most affordable, yet efficient health plan for the
rest of my co-workers at Dunder Mifflin), my reasoning somehow mutates to that of, say, Paris Hilton,
and I decide that watching the Office will make me happier a lot sooner than finishing all of my work on
time. Besides, should the next day go horribly because of my lack of preparation, I could always go home
to “the Office” and keep watching those magnificent actors in action, right?
Here’s the thing about me: I am weak when it comes to entertainment. I really don’t understand
how I could have the willpower to remove meat from my diet completely, but can’t resist going on
YouTube and watching “The Office”. My obsession is getting pathetic. I’ve been trying to find people
from this school to match the personalities of the characters from the show (by the way, I call dibs on
Dwight. I’ve asked others and they agree. I don’t know what that says about me, but hey, Dwight’s cool,
so what do I care?).
I think you guys can learn a few things from this:
1) I have no willpower.
2) Dwight’s awesome.
3) Trying to avoid doing your work comes with some really gnarly consequences. Some of
these include the inability to think properly (I’ve made way too many mistakes in math
class), considering taping your eyes open because you could just collapse when walking
from being so tired, and acting as if you’ve been on some special medication (a teacher
actually asked me that. I was just at that stage in which the lack of sleep completely takes
over you and you can’t help acting like a lunatic). So, kids, don’t be like me. Ever. Please, for
your own sake. Do your work, adopt normal sleeping patterns, and…I don’t know…eat your
vegetables?
25 February 2012
24 January 2012
5 January 2012
DON'T BELIEVE IN IT
One of the many things I don't believe in or, more accurately, do not promote are New Year resolutions. Granted, they are a brilliant idea. But, being myself, a person who is very much into list-making, it's just a to-do list that takes more time to complete. Then again, I've never really been faithful to to-do lists, so I avoid those, too.
If you've been reading this blog for some time, you'll know that I tend to be impulsive, which is mostly a good thing, considering I'm not much of a person who listens to her "inner frat boy". This means that, if I want to do something, I'll do it in the moment. I don't write it down on a post-it note only to think of the end of the year as my deadline. Obviously, this isn't the case with everything, as a lot of things I'd like to achieve require some work that takes months, if not years, to achieve. But, let's face it. Most of the items listed in resolutions are short-term goals that don't require as much effort and time as, say, dropping the cigarette or losing weight. Allow me to provide some examples:
1. I wanted become a vegetarian. This is a relatively long-term goal (that is, depending on how strong your habit of eating meat, regardless of how much you actually like it, is). I happily and quickly quit red meat, which is the grossest meat there is, was never really into fish, and was left with poultry. Chicken might very well be the greatest creation God has so magnanimously blessed us with. The process of giving it up wasn't as painful as I thought it'd be, though. My sister, who's been vegetarian for as long as I can remember (exaggeration. *coughs* five years.) helped me find some kick-butt substitutes. Despite the fact that I don't eat meat, I wouldn't call myself a vegetarian. To me, true vegetarians are the ones who do it for animal rights. I'm doing it because I've read some gruesome things about meat and want to live a healthier lifestyle, so...I don't consider myself to be a real vegetarian. I'm just someone who doesn't eat meat. My point is that this was something I wanted to do, so I did it. It took some time, but I didn't do it as a goal for the year; a goal towards "a new me". I did it the moment I decided it was something I wanted to pursue.
2. I wanted to watch more films. There cannot be an easier short-term goal than that. I did it instantly. I just go to Blockbuster every other week and walk out with five DVDs in my hand.
3. Traveling more. Or rather, go on holiday more often than every decade (ugh). I asked my mom if, for one year, she could ignore how broke we are and just save up on the side for a trip to Disneyland next Christmas. I might as well check that off my list as "done" cos it's almost a year away. Most probably, the money will be there by then.
4. Allow my short fuse to not spark into a roaring fire so effortlessly. I'm currently working on that. See? Think it, do it (that's what she said).
Basically, what bothers me is that people think that the only time to set a clean slate for yourself is New Year's. That is definitely not true. You can and should do whatever you want (under certain restrictions, yo) if it's something you really want to do and think it'll be beneficial for you. You can change in the middle of August for all everyone cares. Besides, if you wait until a certain time, or keep putting it off, you'll only be wasting time, waiting for the moment to be doing what will make you happy...
Did it get too cheesy for everyone else, too?
If you've been reading this blog for some time, you'll know that I tend to be impulsive, which is mostly a good thing, considering I'm not much of a person who listens to her "inner frat boy". This means that, if I want to do something, I'll do it in the moment. I don't write it down on a post-it note only to think of the end of the year as my deadline. Obviously, this isn't the case with everything, as a lot of things I'd like to achieve require some work that takes months, if not years, to achieve. But, let's face it. Most of the items listed in resolutions are short-term goals that don't require as much effort and time as, say, dropping the cigarette or losing weight. Allow me to provide some examples:
1. I wanted become a vegetarian. This is a relatively long-term goal (that is, depending on how strong your habit of eating meat, regardless of how much you actually like it, is). I happily and quickly quit red meat, which is the grossest meat there is, was never really into fish, and was left with poultry. Chicken might very well be the greatest creation God has so magnanimously blessed us with. The process of giving it up wasn't as painful as I thought it'd be, though. My sister, who's been vegetarian for as long as I can remember (exaggeration. *coughs* five years.) helped me find some kick-butt substitutes. Despite the fact that I don't eat meat, I wouldn't call myself a vegetarian. To me, true vegetarians are the ones who do it for animal rights. I'm doing it because I've read some gruesome things about meat and want to live a healthier lifestyle, so...I don't consider myself to be a real vegetarian. I'm just someone who doesn't eat meat. My point is that this was something I wanted to do, so I did it. It took some time, but I didn't do it as a goal for the year; a goal towards "a new me". I did it the moment I decided it was something I wanted to pursue.
2. I wanted to watch more films. There cannot be an easier short-term goal than that. I did it instantly. I just go to Blockbuster every other week and walk out with five DVDs in my hand.
3. Traveling more. Or rather, go on holiday more often than every decade (ugh). I asked my mom if, for one year, she could ignore how broke we are and just save up on the side for a trip to Disneyland next Christmas. I might as well check that off my list as "done" cos it's almost a year away. Most probably, the money will be there by then.
4. Allow my short fuse to not spark into a roaring fire so effortlessly. I'm currently working on that. See? Think it, do it (that's what she said).
Basically, what bothers me is that people think that the only time to set a clean slate for yourself is New Year's. That is definitely not true. You can and should do whatever you want (under certain restrictions, yo) if it's something you really want to do and think it'll be beneficial for you. You can change in the middle of August for all everyone cares. Besides, if you wait until a certain time, or keep putting it off, you'll only be wasting time, waiting for the moment to be doing what will make you happy...
Did it get too cheesy for everyone else, too?
18 December 2011
CHRISTMASSY THINGS, AHH
For obvious reasons, I've been in a very Christmassy mood, as I assume a lot of you are. To sort of keep that going and douse the flame in oil, I've decided to write about finding out the truth behind Santa Claus' supposed existence. Aw.
Basically, my common sense developed enough by the time I was nine that I was able to figure it out for myself. You'd think it'd end there, but...it..didn't... :D
I had to keep pretending to believe in Santa to keep my parents happy. They were reluctant to break it to me, because, after the heartbreaking experience with my older sister, they couldn't bear to go through it again. As a result, the act went on for a very, very long time. I lost track of how many times I indirectly urged my parents to tell me the truth I was already aware of (it was one of the more frustrating issues I faced when I was younger). The more I hinted at the possibility of me already knowing, the more my parents (my mom, particularly) tried to get me to believe in Santa.
The years went on and I was fourteen. My parents knew I didn't believe in Santa; I knew they knew I didn't. It was an unspoken, mutual acknowledgement; unspoken, because we never really got around to sit and...talk...about things. They just sort of assumed I knew and let things take their own course from there. However, I thought it'd be humorous to demand closure from my mom, so I asked her to tell me the truth about Santa and...she did. That's pretty much it; that's the story. Pretty different from other Santa stories, if I do say so myself. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be watching Toy Story 2. Later, guys, and have a happy Christmas!
xx
P.S.- I apologise for any typos or mistakes in spelling/punctuation. I'll edit it when I feel like getting around to doing so.
Basically, my common sense developed enough by the time I was nine that I was able to figure it out for myself. You'd think it'd end there, but...it..didn't... :D
I had to keep pretending to believe in Santa to keep my parents happy. They were reluctant to break it to me, because, after the heartbreaking experience with my older sister, they couldn't bear to go through it again. As a result, the act went on for a very, very long time. I lost track of how many times I indirectly urged my parents to tell me the truth I was already aware of (it was one of the more frustrating issues I faced when I was younger). The more I hinted at the possibility of me already knowing, the more my parents (my mom, particularly) tried to get me to believe in Santa.
The years went on and I was fourteen. My parents knew I didn't believe in Santa; I knew they knew I didn't. It was an unspoken, mutual acknowledgement; unspoken, because we never really got around to sit and...talk...about things. They just sort of assumed I knew and let things take their own course from there. However, I thought it'd be humorous to demand closure from my mom, so I asked her to tell me the truth about Santa and...she did. That's pretty much it; that's the story. Pretty different from other Santa stories, if I do say so myself. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be watching Toy Story 2. Later, guys, and have a happy Christmas!
xx
P.S.- I apologise for any typos or mistakes in spelling/punctuation. I'll edit it when I feel like getting around to doing so.
10 December 2011
Untitled (I'm not clever enough to come up with fitting titles for what I create so, bear with me.)
THE FIRST TERM IS FINALLY OVER, FRIENDS.
Lately, there has been a lot going on. I really don't know how I've managed not to get as pathetic as I usually do when I'm stressed out. Allow me to break it down for you:
1)After years of asking me to join the choir, my old music teacher convinced me to try out, even though he already knew that I'm...well, not the worst singer on the face of the Earth. That's not really a bad thing, but I just thought I'd throw it in there; get it out of the way.
2)The second-to-last-week of school for me was just entirely composed of my peers and I bawling our eyes out, because we were so overworked. We had an exam on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, two exams for Thursday, and a project that I'm pretty sure I got a C on for Friday. Oh, we also had another exam the following Monday. Awesome.
3)I had to do all of the work I had as practise for the midterms I never even had to take.
4) Let's not forget the ever-present pressure I must bear regarding the whole "writing-an-article-for-school-every-week".
5)I'm pretty sure my physics teacher indulges in seeing us freak out. Pretty sure. Sigh.
6)My voice is raspy, because I've had to sing at so many concerts for so many days in a row. I'd drink tea, but I hate the stuff. Tastes like pure dirt.
7)I'm on Internet withdrawal, but I'm slowly making up for the weekly dosage I've missed. Slowly, but surely.
The last few weeks of school have been a roller coaster of emotions; a roller coaster in which, metaphorically speaking, I blew more chunks than I've ever blown in my entire life. But, it's all over now, so let's focus on the good things that came out of that! For example:
1)Now that school's over for a few weeks, I can have copious amounts of movie nights with my family. (Just yesterday, I made my dad fall in love with Lord of the Rings, which is...odd, because he's not much of a movie watcher. To think that he'd voluntarily keep watching a three-hour film after I fell asleep watching Two Towers is very strange, BUT I LIKE IT.)
2)I pumped up my entire class yesterday before their little dance competition thingy (that I wasn't participating in, because I lack coordination) by singing for four hours straight. They eventually joined in, which was fun. I stopped after that, but they said they danced better after I sang, so...I did that... You know, kept...singing and whatnot.
3) I got the highest score in school on the PSAT, which is nice. A certain someone has taken up contradicting everything I say and trying to make a fool out of me (a different person, this time. How I attract this sort of people, I'll never know. It's not like I'm always talking about I amazing I am, because I know more than anyone that I am far from perfect. I think they just take me seriously when I sarcastically compliment myself and insult their intelligence. Oh, sarcasm -- the underrated sense of humour and, coincidentally, my absolute favourite). But, hey, I'm sure of myself, which is more than can be said about a lot of people, unfortunately. So, he can keep going on about how great he is, while I go my merry way. Kudos to that good sir.
4)More. Doctor. Who. Watching.
5)More time for blogging, yay!
6)Christmas is near! The 25 Days of Christmas movie event on ABC Family is probably one of the best things in the world. Ever.
7)I'm eating pizza right now. Just thought you'd like to know.
8)I get to create more awesome lists, like this one you're reading. Oh, yeah.
9)Scrapbooking. I have a lot of junk and that's the only thing that's going to make my persistent hoarding acceptable.
10)Video games are just so good.
11)I'll be having a sleepover with one of my friends after she takes the midterms. This is a really bittersweet thing, because she's moving away this month. WHY DOES EVERYONE LEAVE ME?!
12)John Green's new book might be coming out before I start school again. I hope so. It's far too tempting to just have it in my book shelf, unread, when I really have to get my poop together in school.
13)Maybe photography is a thing I'll do in my free time.
14)Japanese lessons.
15)No more profuse sweating, because of the winter solstice, yo.
17) Work of Art is a very good show and I missed too many episodes due to the late nights I've spent doing schoolwork. SUCKLORD, COME BAAAAAAACK.
18)Days I won't do anything. Despite the Gryffindor in me, I long for the days when I don't have anything to do and can just lounge about in my room enjoying the simplicity of life, with a remote in one hand, and my teddy bear in the other. Woo, teddy bears.
19)My sister's FINALLY coming back!
I'm very happy I wrote these lists. It's become obvious to me that the good things now far outweigh the bad things. I hope you're all enjoying your winter holiday so far. Remember that there are very few days left 'til Christmas! I'VE GOT BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH, AHH.
Lately, there has been a lot going on. I really don't know how I've managed not to get as pathetic as I usually do when I'm stressed out. Allow me to break it down for you:
1)After years of asking me to join the choir, my old music teacher convinced me to try out, even though he already knew that I'm...well, not the worst singer on the face of the Earth. That's not really a bad thing, but I just thought I'd throw it in there; get it out of the way.
2)The second-to-last-week of school for me was just entirely composed of my peers and I bawling our eyes out, because we were so overworked. We had an exam on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, two exams for Thursday, and a project that I'm pretty sure I got a C on for Friday. Oh, we also had another exam the following Monday. Awesome.
3)I had to do all of the work I had as practise for the midterms I never even had to take.
4) Let's not forget the ever-present pressure I must bear regarding the whole "writing-an-article-for-school-every-week".
5)I'm pretty sure my physics teacher indulges in seeing us freak out. Pretty sure. Sigh.
6)My voice is raspy, because I've had to sing at so many concerts for so many days in a row. I'd drink tea, but I hate the stuff. Tastes like pure dirt.
7)I'm on Internet withdrawal, but I'm slowly making up for the weekly dosage I've missed. Slowly, but surely.
The last few weeks of school have been a roller coaster of emotions; a roller coaster in which, metaphorically speaking, I blew more chunks than I've ever blown in my entire life. But, it's all over now, so let's focus on the good things that came out of that! For example:
1)Now that school's over for a few weeks, I can have copious amounts of movie nights with my family. (Just yesterday, I made my dad fall in love with Lord of the Rings, which is...odd, because he's not much of a movie watcher. To think that he'd voluntarily keep watching a three-hour film after I fell asleep watching Two Towers is very strange, BUT I LIKE IT.)
2)I pumped up my entire class yesterday before their little dance competition thingy (that I wasn't participating in, because I lack coordination) by singing for four hours straight. They eventually joined in, which was fun. I stopped after that, but they said they danced better after I sang, so...I did that... You know, kept...singing and whatnot.
3) I got the highest score in school on the PSAT, which is nice. A certain someone has taken up contradicting everything I say and trying to make a fool out of me (a different person, this time. How I attract this sort of people, I'll never know. It's not like I'm always talking about I amazing I am, because I know more than anyone that I am far from perfect. I think they just take me seriously when I sarcastically compliment myself and insult their intelligence. Oh, sarcasm -- the underrated sense of humour and, coincidentally, my absolute favourite). But, hey, I'm sure of myself, which is more than can be said about a lot of people, unfortunately. So, he can keep going on about how great he is, while I go my merry way. Kudos to that good sir.
4)More. Doctor. Who. Watching.
5)More time for blogging, yay!
6)Christmas is near! The 25 Days of Christmas movie event on ABC Family is probably one of the best things in the world. Ever.
7)I'm eating pizza right now. Just thought you'd like to know.
8)I get to create more awesome lists, like this one you're reading. Oh, yeah.
9)Scrapbooking. I have a lot of junk and that's the only thing that's going to make my persistent hoarding acceptable.
10)Video games are just so good.
11)I'll be having a sleepover with one of my friends after she takes the midterms. This is a really bittersweet thing, because she's moving away this month. WHY DOES EVERYONE LEAVE ME?!
12)John Green's new book might be coming out before I start school again. I hope so. It's far too tempting to just have it in my book shelf, unread, when I really have to get my poop together in school.
13)Maybe photography is a thing I'll do in my free time.
14)Japanese lessons.
15)No more profuse sweating, because of the winter solstice, yo.
17) Work of Art is a very good show and I missed too many episodes due to the late nights I've spent doing schoolwork. SUCKLORD, COME BAAAAAAACK.
18)Days I won't do anything. Despite the Gryffindor in me, I long for the days when I don't have anything to do and can just lounge about in my room enjoying the simplicity of life, with a remote in one hand, and my teddy bear in the other. Woo, teddy bears.
19)My sister's FINALLY coming back!
I'm very happy I wrote these lists. It's become obvious to me that the good things now far outweigh the bad things. I hope you're all enjoying your winter holiday so far. Remember that there are very few days left 'til Christmas! I'VE GOT BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH, AHH.
24 November 2011
Touchy Subject is Touchy (something tells me I'll delete this post soon)
For the record, I'd like to let you know now that I am religiously tolerant and whether or not you're an Atheist is all the same to me. These are my opinions based on my religious beliefs and , obviously, what I say about a group of people here does not apply to everyone (meaning that any stereotyping I make is purely because I don't feel like always following it with a "but, of course, that doesn't apply to everyone", because I'd easily veer off the original topic). This is just something that's been on my mind for some time now and the Atheists I know in real life have not been able to give me an actual answer to the questions that will be asked in the following post. Thank you for your time.
Why do Atheists celebrate Christmas?
For a few minutes, I'd like you to forget everything holiday specials have told you about the true meaning of Christmas and bear with me. Christmas is most definitely not about giving without expecting anything in return, spending time with your loved ones, or putting up enough lights to be on a television special. What it comes down to, basically, is celebrating the birth of Christ. Hence, Christmas. Christmas.
Jews have Hanukkah, Christians have Christmas, etc. Atheists have, well, nothing. They don't have any religious beliefs (unless you count the lack of one as a belief), so they have no religious holidays. So, why, I ask, do they celebrate Christmas, of all holidays to celebrate? Sure, people see this as a normal thing. Can't blame them, really. I used to as well. But, picture this: an Atheist family gathering around a lit menorah. Strange, right? And somewhat offensive to Jews. So, why is it not strange for Atheists to celebrate Christmas?
I've been told by a few Atheists that they celebrate Christmas purely because it's a happy time; a time when they can be with their family and be gluttons all day; a time that's more magical than Disneyland itself. I have nothing against that. Everyone's entitled to be happy, right? I just don't necessarily appreciate/understand why they keep the name of the holiday and practise almost all of the traditions that come with the holiday. I know they mean no harm, but I can't help but feel offended. You don't just steal holidays from other religions and adjust them to your beliefs. You have to understand that it's a sacred holiday. You don't go about altering the entire meaning behind it. Make your own holiday or something.
I know I come off as an ignorant fool by voicing opinions such as these, but, as an actual Christian who actually celebrates Christmas the way it's actually meant to be celebrated, I feel offended. I mean, not only are they basically changing the holiday altogether, but why this particular holiday? From my experience, whenever I come across an Atheist who enjoys trolling (the preceding phrase should be enough to tell you that what I'm about to say does not apply to all Atheists, yo), he/she is primarily against Christianity. I never hear Atheists talk against Buddhism or Hinduism. Just Christianity. I don't mean to throw Jews under the bus, but why couldn't Atheists pick Hanukkah instead of Christmas? What's the difference? You don't believe in any of it.
Some Atheists claim to celebrate secular Christmases. That's rich. A Christmas without Christ. HOW FUNNY. Why celebrate Christmas at all? Why put up a tree? Why get Christmas lights and sing Christmas carols (which, by the way, almost always have a reference to Christianity or a passage from the Bible. But, hey, you wouldn't know, because you're not Christian) and tell people how much you love Christmas? THAT IS NOT CHRISTMAS, AHH.
Again, I'm not against Atheists and I really am not trying to offend anyone. I'm sincerely wondering why Atheists do this and would really like an answer. So, if you're an Atheist with an actual, satisfying answer, please leave a comment. Refrain from swearing or name-calling. Be mature about this. Religion's not an easily-handled topic.
Why do Atheists celebrate Christmas?
For a few minutes, I'd like you to forget everything holiday specials have told you about the true meaning of Christmas and bear with me. Christmas is most definitely not about giving without expecting anything in return, spending time with your loved ones, or putting up enough lights to be on a television special. What it comes down to, basically, is celebrating the birth of Christ. Hence, Christmas. Christmas.
Jews have Hanukkah, Christians have Christmas, etc. Atheists have, well, nothing. They don't have any religious beliefs (unless you count the lack of one as a belief), so they have no religious holidays. So, why, I ask, do they celebrate Christmas, of all holidays to celebrate? Sure, people see this as a normal thing. Can't blame them, really. I used to as well. But, picture this: an Atheist family gathering around a lit menorah. Strange, right? And somewhat offensive to Jews. So, why is it not strange for Atheists to celebrate Christmas?
I've been told by a few Atheists that they celebrate Christmas purely because it's a happy time; a time when they can be with their family and be gluttons all day; a time that's more magical than Disneyland itself. I have nothing against that. Everyone's entitled to be happy, right? I just don't necessarily appreciate/understand why they keep the name of the holiday and practise almost all of the traditions that come with the holiday. I know they mean no harm, but I can't help but feel offended. You don't just steal holidays from other religions and adjust them to your beliefs. You have to understand that it's a sacred holiday. You don't go about altering the entire meaning behind it. Make your own holiday or something.
I know I come off as an ignorant fool by voicing opinions such as these, but, as an actual Christian who actually celebrates Christmas the way it's actually meant to be celebrated, I feel offended. I mean, not only are they basically changing the holiday altogether, but why this particular holiday? From my experience, whenever I come across an Atheist who enjoys trolling (the preceding phrase should be enough to tell you that what I'm about to say does not apply to all Atheists, yo), he/she is primarily against Christianity. I never hear Atheists talk against Buddhism or Hinduism. Just Christianity. I don't mean to throw Jews under the bus, but why couldn't Atheists pick Hanukkah instead of Christmas? What's the difference? You don't believe in any of it.
Some Atheists claim to celebrate secular Christmases. That's rich. A Christmas without Christ. HOW FUNNY. Why celebrate Christmas at all? Why put up a tree? Why get Christmas lights and sing Christmas carols (which, by the way, almost always have a reference to Christianity or a passage from the Bible. But, hey, you wouldn't know, because you're not Christian) and tell people how much you love Christmas? THAT IS NOT CHRISTMAS, AHH.
Again, I'm not against Atheists and I really am not trying to offend anyone. I'm sincerely wondering why Atheists do this and would really like an answer. So, if you're an Atheist with an actual, satisfying answer, please leave a comment. Refrain from swearing or name-calling. Be mature about this. Religion's not an easily-handled topic.
15 November 2011
Hiatus
...That awkward moment when you realise you've been gone for months and left no explanation for your absence, anyone? No? I thought so.
I wish I had a great story to tell you. Something like "I was in Europe. No time for blogging, what with all the fabulous-ness goin' on in my life, as usual." However, I sort of don't have a valid excuse. Before you nod your head in disapproval of my actions, I'd like to defend myself with what will seem like a "rant" that makes me seem ungrateful or something.
Back in late August (or early September. I can't really remember. Cool story, bro.), my dad and I met up with my principal so we could see what I got on my Differential Aptitude Test. We found out that my score in spelling was better than 99% OF THE PEOPLE WHO TOOK THE EXAM OH MY GOD AHH. My second highest score was language usage, leaving speed and accuracy, and verbal reasoning as my third highest scores. Notice: all of these things have to do with words. So, naturally, my exam told me I should be a writer, lawyer, or business woman, as those skills are used frequently in those fields. For reasons I can't remember, my principal called my English teacher in and asked her, in front of my dad and I, if I was a decent writer. She praised me so much that I was almost a wee bit embarrassed, but at the same time, so flattered that I started tearing up (I really hope no one noticed). Because of this, my principal said something along the lines of "You know, if you write something for me, maybe I can see if I can do something with it; something related to the school website."
I'd like you all to know that I feel as though I've never really stood out in the eyes of my school's administration. If the principal ever called my name, it was to tell me to tuck my shirt in, give me a late pass, or take off my nail polish. The headmistress only ever talked to me about my sister or my dad (he installed some cameras in the school or something), never about me. So, I thought that my principal had said that just to be nice and make my dad feel happy. But one day, when there was a ceremony for the seniors and the juniors, she said (into the microphone for everyone to hear, might I add) that she'd like to speak to me. My heart was racing and I wanted to bury my head in sand. I thought I was going to be in trouble, but she just said, "What ever happened to that article you were going to write for me?" I was dumbfounded. Since I thought she didn't mean it the first time, I never really got around to writing anything. When I asked her what she wanted me to write about, she just said "Whatever you like. You like that YouTube thing, right? That's what you told me? Then write about that. Make recommendations on videos you like."
I went home, cracked my knuckles, and began brainstorming. The eff can I write about YouTube? I don't want to write recommendations. How am I ever going to show my style through a list of videos? That's when it hit me; I decided to write about the Internet and the impact it's had on my life. The article, however, turned out to be very informal and not up to my usual standards, so I just posted it on my blog. The next day, I went over to her and told her that I had written something, but didn't like it, so I'd write something else for her. Still, I wanted to be polite and asked her if she wanted to read it anyway and she said yes.
We went to her office, where she went to my blog and printed out the post. The bell rang before she got to read it, so I just went to my class, like always. But, at one point in my last class, I was called over through the intercom. I expected that she didn't like it either and was going to tell me to write something else. Boy, was I wrong. The headmistress was there and she began raving about how much she loved my writing. She said that she actually read the other posts in my blog and that she loved them. Apparently, I have a "unique perspective on things." For a few weeks after that, she (the freaking HEADMISTRESS OF MY SCHOOL) had been taking me out of my class to tell me how much she loved my writing; that I should turn that into my career; that I should start building up a portfolio; that I should write something for CNN or NBC. This went on until she took me into the dean's office with her and told me that she could replace my gym class for a class in which I write stuff for my school website. Here's my excuse: I said yes.
Why is that an excuse? Well, pretty lady, I've had to write a totally new article every week for months now and have been drained of my creativity. I have writer's block. It's TERRIBLE. Especially because I'm actually being graded on this, so I really do have to work. Sigh.
So, there you go. I'm sorry I've been neglecting you and I'll try to update this thing a little more often, 'kay? *pinky promise*
15 September 2011
The Life and Times of an Internet Nerd
Sometimes I go on the Internet in hopes of finding some way of stimulating my restless mind. Sometimes I go on the Internet to waste my time, just faff about and not do anything of much importance. Sometimes I go on the Internet to find something or someone who will motivate me and inspire me to do more than I could ever dream of doing with my life. I go on the Internet to shape up who I am and who I want to become.
I'm not entirely sure if this is something most people can relate to, but growing up, I've found myself thinking, "Huh. [insert name here] is doing things with his/her life that just, well, put me to shame." or "Wow, I love the way [insert name here]'s mind works!" This is usually the case with the people I watch on YouTube. I see people like Kayley Hyde, who are able to translate my thoughts into words so very precisely, or people like John Green, who can always make things sound grander and far more poetic than my 16-year-old mind can ever seem to notice enough to appreciate, and I just feel like I'm...in a rut. I keep wanting the future to arrive and see what I will make of my life; wanting to know that no matter how many times I screw up, I'll have fun along the way and still turn out to be successful in whatever it is I choose to do in the end. The very idea of following in my YouTube idols' footsteps both thrills and frightens me.
The people I look up to are, to be quite frank, ...very bold and artsy. They don't have the most practical plans; anyone could try to do what these people do and end up mooching off their parents after graduating from university because their ideal career didn't ensure a successful future. These people -- they're living the life I hope to live in the near future. I hope to be able to sustain myself while seeing as much of the world as I can see as soon as possible; to write about my experiences; to make a change in the society we are living in today; to create a community full of people who are intellectual and opinionated, and will work together to reach one common goal as opposed to working against each other to see who will turn out to be "superior". I want everything I do in life to matter.
Confusion and worries about my future set aside, I'm thankful for having the Internet be a part of my life (and quite a considerable part it's been). Were it not for the people whose existence I would have never known about without the Internet, I would probably be a very different person. The YouTubers who have influenced me in ways people in real life never have, have helped me get to know who I am. I was introduced to things that are completely different from what I'm used to; from what everyone around me is used to. Because of this, I know what kind of effect I want to have on the world; what lifestyles attract me. It's helped me hone skills I never would have thought I'd actually be able to have and, along the way, made me realise that I don't always have to make strategically thought-out decisions. I just have to be impulsive and do whatever it is I want to do sometimes.
The Internet has taught me so much I don't think I would have learnt without access to it. Not having Kayley or John teach me what I know now would have probably led to me conforming to working in an office as a secretary, something I cannot and will not ever consider after my many learning experiences. At the moment, I see myself doing what both thrills and frightens me: Following in my YouTube idols' footsteps. I will work hard to travel to my heart's content, write until I dislocate my wrist (or some hyperbole I'm not clever enough to come up with), and make a change...and I owe it all to the Internet.
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"The Internet is becoming the town square for the global village of tomorrow." - Bill Gates
I'm not entirely sure if this is something most people can relate to, but growing up, I've found myself thinking, "Huh. [insert name here] is doing things with his/her life that just, well, put me to shame." or "Wow, I love the way [insert name here]'s mind works!" This is usually the case with the people I watch on YouTube. I see people like Kayley Hyde, who are able to translate my thoughts into words so very precisely, or people like John Green, who can always make things sound grander and far more poetic than my 16-year-old mind can ever seem to notice enough to appreciate, and I just feel like I'm...in a rut. I keep wanting the future to arrive and see what I will make of my life; wanting to know that no matter how many times I screw up, I'll have fun along the way and still turn out to be successful in whatever it is I choose to do in the end. The very idea of following in my YouTube idols' footsteps both thrills and frightens me.
The people I look up to are, to be quite frank, ...very bold and artsy. They don't have the most practical plans; anyone could try to do what these people do and end up mooching off their parents after graduating from university because their ideal career didn't ensure a successful future. These people -- they're living the life I hope to live in the near future. I hope to be able to sustain myself while seeing as much of the world as I can see as soon as possible; to write about my experiences; to make a change in the society we are living in today; to create a community full of people who are intellectual and opinionated, and will work together to reach one common goal as opposed to working against each other to see who will turn out to be "superior". I want everything I do in life to matter.
Confusion and worries about my future set aside, I'm thankful for having the Internet be a part of my life (and quite a considerable part it's been). Were it not for the people whose existence I would have never known about without the Internet, I would probably be a very different person. The YouTubers who have influenced me in ways people in real life never have, have helped me get to know who I am. I was introduced to things that are completely different from what I'm used to; from what everyone around me is used to. Because of this, I know what kind of effect I want to have on the world; what lifestyles attract me. It's helped me hone skills I never would have thought I'd actually be able to have and, along the way, made me realise that I don't always have to make strategically thought-out decisions. I just have to be impulsive and do whatever it is I want to do sometimes.
The Internet has taught me so much I don't think I would have learnt without access to it. Not having Kayley or John teach me what I know now would have probably led to me conforming to working in an office as a secretary, something I cannot and will not ever consider after my many learning experiences. At the moment, I see myself doing what both thrills and frightens me: Following in my YouTube idols' footsteps. I will work hard to travel to my heart's content, write until I dislocate my wrist (or some hyperbole I'm not clever enough to come up with), and make a change...and I owe it all to the Internet.
xx
"The Internet is becoming the town square for the global village of tomorrow." - Bill Gates
24 August 2011
Summing up what's goin' on in my head.
Aaaaaaand on that note, I should probably be getting back to revising for my physics exam. *shudders*
xx
20 August 2011
Creepy Enough To Make Enemies
After many years of going to school and being forced to interact with others, I'd come to the realisation that I am what you call "socially awkward" quite some time ago. Now, one person in my class disagrees (probably just to spite me, but I digress*) and says I'm just really nerdy. But whenever I partake in a conversation, at some point, someone will inevitably point out my awkwardness. The topic of our conversation then changes to how awkward I am until it boomerangs to what we were originally talking about. My point being that, yes, I may be an outgoing person, but that does not mean I know how to socialise in a manner that the youth of today considers "normal". Then again, I've never been much of a fan of following the norm. Actually, some people's first impression of me tends to scare them off. Apparently, I'm too passionate about everything. (I'm not saying that I'm an overly dramatic chick; I'm just confident of how I feel about things. Once I have an opinion of something, I will go to the ends of the Earth to back up why I feel that way. I research it, have facts that play a role in the formulation of my thoughts on things, and talk about whatever it is with other people (usually when they feel the same way). Heck, if it's a big thing, I'll go to conventions about it.
The thing is that I want people to know what type of person I am right off the bat. I don't settle for small talk. No talking about the weather, that new film that blew my socks off, or any of that superficial stuff I can only talk about when someone knows me too well to "get to know me" all over again, you know what I mean? Like, if I don't know you, I'll tell you about my obsession with Star Wars, Spielberg, Sailor Moon, Harry Potter, and YouTube the majority of the time. I'm not going to start talking to you about how easily we'll get along cos we're all so freaking nice or current events or whatever it is normal people talk about when they don't know each other. I'll give you a sense of what I'm like as if we'd known each other for years, not polite conversation and shyness. I assume that makes me come off as too eager about everything and it makes me look creepy enough to make people dislike me and slither on to the dark side of the Force (or the unachievably fabulous bunch that is the "cool crowd"). But the people who are worth being friends with actually stick around and indulge in all the things we, as a group, are passionate about. We sit around making Harry Potter/Star Wars-related "Your Mum" jokes, talk about our favourite race in Star Wars (even though I don't like the prequel trilogy, I think I'm leaning towards the Gungans, cos they live underwater....or maybe the Hutts, cos they're so disgusting and sleazy, the perfect description of a gang), the last book we bought, and just a bunch of unbelievably nerdy things that make me happy to be unpopular.
I suppose what I am trying to say is that I think I'm moving in the right direction with the whole "this is how I introduce myself" thing (try to read that in the least "I-am-holier-than-thou" tone of voice you can, because I didn't mean to sound pompous or anything). If I introduce myself by showing people the way I always am, they'll know if they can handle how much I tend to spaz over things. If they can't, they'll know better than to get me going on something I like so I don't annoy them. If they can, however, we can become friends and then we can all spaz over things. Because, as we all know, spazzing out as a group is a lot more fun than doing so on your own...in your room....with your Gryffindor robes on... I mean, what?
xx
*Someone in my class likes to go against everything I say, for some reason. If trying to make me seem as though I'm in the wrong all the time is what floats his/her boat, then who am I to get in the way of someone's happiness? I'll just sit back and enjoy life as it comes instead of trying to make people look bad in order to get a sense of superiority, yeah?
The thing is that I want people to know what type of person I am right off the bat. I don't settle for small talk. No talking about the weather, that new film that blew my socks off, or any of that superficial stuff I can only talk about when someone knows me too well to "get to know me" all over again, you know what I mean? Like, if I don't know you, I'll tell you about my obsession with Star Wars, Spielberg, Sailor Moon, Harry Potter, and YouTube the majority of the time. I'm not going to start talking to you about how easily we'll get along cos we're all so freaking nice or current events or whatever it is normal people talk about when they don't know each other. I'll give you a sense of what I'm like as if we'd known each other for years, not polite conversation and shyness. I assume that makes me come off as too eager about everything and it makes me look creepy enough to make people dislike me and slither on to the dark side of the Force (or the unachievably fabulous bunch that is the "cool crowd"). But the people who are worth being friends with actually stick around and indulge in all the things we, as a group, are passionate about. We sit around making Harry Potter/Star Wars-related "Your Mum" jokes, talk about our favourite race in Star Wars (even though I don't like the prequel trilogy, I think I'm leaning towards the Gungans, cos they live underwater....or maybe the Hutts, cos they're so disgusting and sleazy, the perfect description of a gang), the last book we bought, and just a bunch of unbelievably nerdy things that make me happy to be unpopular.
I suppose what I am trying to say is that I think I'm moving in the right direction with the whole "this is how I introduce myself" thing (try to read that in the least "I-am-holier-than-thou" tone of voice you can, because I didn't mean to sound pompous or anything). If I introduce myself by showing people the way I always am, they'll know if they can handle how much I tend to spaz over things. If they can't, they'll know better than to get me going on something I like so I don't annoy them. If they can, however, we can become friends and then we can all spaz over things. Because, as we all know, spazzing out as a group is a lot more fun than doing so on your own...in your room....with your Gryffindor robes on... I mean, what?
xx
*Someone in my class likes to go against everything I say, for some reason. If trying to make me seem as though I'm in the wrong all the time is what floats his/her boat, then who am I to get in the way of someone's happiness? I'll just sit back and enjoy life as it comes instead of trying to make people look bad in order to get a sense of superiority, yeah?
29 July 2011
The 90s ("I feel like the future is happening!")
Yes, I know I shouldn't blog at 2:00am and, quite frankly, I don't give a flying fart. That being said, I present to you a post that I should have written a long time ago.
Ahh, the 90s. Anything reminiscent of the 90s/early childhood is über comforting (I used that word because I feel as though regular words cannot fully convey the elation I experience when I think of the 90s). A few minutes ago, I was talking to my mom and sister. For reasons I won't go into, we started talking about Barbies. Freaking Barbies. Do you gals remember Barbies? The good ones from the 90s that were atrociously anatomically inaccurate (lulz)? Yes. We were talking about the (well over) 50 Barbies we'd collected throughout the years, Barbies we wanted, and awesome playsets that were used until they fell apart. I would like to just post pictures of toys from my childhood. Not all of them are Barbies and not all of them are necessarily from the 90s, but they are fantastic enough to be ranked up their with 'em. So, let the reminiscing commence!
Now I remember: I never got the water park; I got this one. Don't get me wrong -- I LOVE this thing. I'm just really obsessed with water (I'll probably post about that some other day), so I kept thinking about that other one. So, in my sad attempt to pretend it was a water park, I filled it up with water and ended up damaging the sticker decorations. That sucked. :( Still, I enjoyed opening the white closet on the top floor and "using" the mirror.
I WAS OBSESSED WITH THIS THING. OMG, Snow White and Polly Pocket? That's dope, bro. You're supposed to pull the roof up and use the playset inside. When you hit the switch that was at the bottom, the little attic (upper left window) would light up. :D
My sister had the Disney one (the one with the castle; lower left). It had a ton of secret stuff on it. :D
I really wanted this doll. I thought the way you could twirl her around with that white thing was cool. I still do, to be honest. I will get this one day. Even though I'm over ten years too late.
My sister wanted this so much! I wanted her to have it, too. I was sort of hoping she could lend it to me should she get it. xD I wanted to try taking the little fairy out of her flowery dress. :] My sister says she'll probably get this one some day. I believe her. lol
My sister had this doll. It was her favourite... I broke it. :D I didn't mean to, though! It was an accident! I just got too into the game, I suppose. :( She plans on buying this one (again), too. I had the Teresa one, by the way. Her clothing was purple. :D
Ahh, the 90s. Anything reminiscent of the 90s/early childhood is über comforting (I used that word because I feel as though regular words cannot fully convey the elation I experience when I think of the 90s). A few minutes ago, I was talking to my mom and sister. For reasons I won't go into, we started talking about Barbies. Freaking Barbies. Do you gals remember Barbies? The good ones from the 90s that were atrociously anatomically inaccurate (lulz)? Yes. We were talking about the (well over) 50 Barbies we'd collected throughout the years, Barbies we wanted, and awesome playsets that were used until they fell apart. I would like to just post pictures of toys from my childhood. Not all of them are Barbies and not all of them are necessarily from the 90s, but they are fantastic enough to be ranked up their with 'em. So, let the reminiscing commence!
OH, MY GOD, I WANTED THAT. I don't remember if I actually got it, but WHOA, I WANTED IT SO BADLY.
The way that horse picked up the basket was SUPER COOL. Yet another doll we wanted. Admit it. You love it, too
Everything on that box I had. :D Mermaid Barbies were the best things in the world.
This doll was so cool. The Velcro stars were sometimes annoying, but overall, it was a fantastic doll. :) I loved all the jewels on her tail and stuff. (lol so eloquent)
This is one of the more memorable dolls. It was awesome. I would love to hold it one more time. :) Also, freaking bubbles came out of her crown. How freaking cool is that?
If you're a chick and are part of my generation, you MUST have played with this doll at some point in your life. P.S.- The roller-skates made some pretty rad roll-y noises.
This is pretty self-explanatory.
I admit I gave into the fad. Bratz were pretty cool. Jade was always my favourite. :] However cool and trendy Bratz were, though, I was, am, and always will be Team Barbie, yo. Representing...home..skillet... Dawg.
LOL I have no idea what attracted me to this doll back then. xD For some reason, I had this doll. My favourite Barbie doll, though, was a Teresa doll that was from the 70s or something. She was wearing a short, fuzzy, pink go-go dress. It had a big, furry collar. If anyone knows the name of that edition, PLEASE tell me! <3
My family and I came home from the cinema after watching Phantom Menace and..well, I liked Queen Amidala's/Sabé's style and then...this happened. I got this.
Or this one. My sister got one and I got the other. I'm still not sure which one got which... But I played with those doll SO FREAKING MUCH.
I grew up with Sony. What can I say? Freaking Spyro, Crash, Snowboarders, Tekken 3, Rayman, and all the good stuff.
Here's the funny part: I never actually owned this. The dentist I used to go to worked in an office that had tons of different gaming systems set up in the waiting room. So, basically, I played Mario Kart, Super Mario 64, this snowboarding game that I can't remember quite clearly, and [I think they had] a game similar to Galaga around once every six months. lol
Okay, so that wraps things up. I'm pretty sure I'll remember a lot more later, so I'll just come back and edit every once in while. Hope you enjoyed this flash from the past as much as I did. :) Goodnight.
xx
I just wish my life could be 1995-2004 on repeat. That'd be pretty sweet.
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