Things have been absolutely insane for a while as a result of my impulsive decisions.
Honestly, I haven't really been writing much due to the fact that should I truly write what is on my mind, the blog will be flooded with depressing poems and laments of a tiny little girl who could so very much be called Thumbelina.
Ah, now what does Thumbelina want to say? Oh right. By the way, no more symbolistic third person writing from here onwards. I've got a couple of tests tomorrow and a pile of homework but I cannot seem to feel the urgency and need to do my homework as of now.
Alright, maybe I have exaggerated the first sentence but it has really been an emotional roller coaster so I doubt that exaggeration does not deem as fitting.
PANCAKES. I really want pancakes now.
Carbohydrates in the form of a sweet treat and sticky syrup. All that butter. There are days where I can't decide whether I like waffles or pancakes more. I mean, pancakes are all soft and "buttery-er" but waffles are chewy and has this awesome song for it (Just search up "Do You Like Waffles" on youtube").
WOAH WOOOAAAH OH WOOOAH OH PIZZA BAGEL.
I need to type completely random things that can sometimes be deemed as "childish" by cynical and bitter people (who have decided to stop waiting for Peter Pan to appear at their window and take them away to Neverland) as I like to believe that keeps me from being less open-minded. Kids can come up with the best and funniest things ever and I'd give them my total respect if it wasn't for the fact that they sometimes like to kick you at the cashier counter queues in supermarket.
Somehow I think this idea to act like a young excitable child may sometimes backfire on me. Especially when I start clapping my hands on going "Yay!" when I see the rare Good Job stamp on my test on my worksheets.
Look, they are rare alright? Not every teacher still treats us like kids and stamp these bright green words when we do an excellent job.
I shall now go finish off the rest of my crackers and cheese.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Friday, September 7, 2012
Irony
This is the post in which I show you my attempt to give the almost-instagram (using a polaroid-esque phone app which is not instagram) to a stray cat.
AND YES! I am very much aware I have not been posting anything recently on this blog. I shall, however, not apologise for being greatly distracted by the feeling of being forgotten, school work and Homestuck in that order.
By the way, here's the cat.
AND YES! I am very much aware I have not been posting anything recently on this blog. I shall, however, not apologise for being greatly distracted by the feeling of being forgotten, school work and Homestuck in that order.
By the way, here's the cat.
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Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Newsletter Nostalgia
As the title suggests, this post will contain useless facts about the things I've done. I may be twenty or thirty years too early to be nostalgic but it's never too late to get used to being old isn't it? To make a long elaboration into a short single sentence summary, this is the story of how some newsletters I've written for came about.
Because name me one kid who didn't try starting up their own newsletter for fun on pieces of stapled scrap paper.
The International Science and News Magazine was a self-published magazine I made at the age of nine. The price was written as "20 cents" but was actually only free for borrowing. The articles in it weren't very reliable, after all most of it derived from whatever health fad my Mom went through at that time and whatever theories my father and brother came up with to disprove its effectiveness.
Nevertheless, I wrote short eight sentence articles along with messy crosswords drawn without a ruler and animal facts from The Hemisphere Kid which I subscribed to back then but never bothered to actually read. I stopped writing for this magazine after a few issues.
Other than writing newsletters and stories on scrap paper to entertain others, I was eleven when I discovered a newspaper written by another class. They published a newspaper and a magazine named after their own class which was read by their own classmates.
Fascinated, I thought about starting up my own but needed help in gaining readership and people to help with the articles. Lucky for me, a friend of mine liked the idea of starting a class newspaper.We spent Science lessons coming up with ideas and finally writing them down on pieces of foolscap paper stapled together. She did most of the main illustrations and I got to do some of it. Articles in the newspaper was mostly taken from websites and news travelling around the school.
Fake advertisments were placed in there including sign-ups for the "Official Whiny Netball Club" for people like me who were afraid of playing netball. The advertisement promised that upon joining the club, a box with the color of your choice, will be given to you so that you can put it over your head so you can't see where the ball is headed during your P.E. lesson.
The newspaper even had a comic section filled with dry and morbid humor. There was one page at the end left for me to write in which I called "Aunt Sarcastic".
Well, as I believe, in every cheerful sunshine-and-fluffy-kittens kid there is a sarcastic and ever sceptical person waiting to get out.
For my eleven year old self, it came in the form of a grumpy old lady with a college degree in evil.
Aunt Sarcastic was a cartoon elderly woman who wore soft grandma cardigans with a beanie and a skull and crossbones t-shirt. She mostly had a snappy and rather rude retort to every letter she got as she was pretty much the opposite of an Agony Aunt. Again, the dry sense of morbid humor was applied to Aunt Sarcastic's letters and an email account was created for her but I have never used it.
So that's the story behind some of the newsletters/newspapers/magazines I've written. I've written more than these two but I didn't have as much fun writing the other newsletters compared to these.
Now I can't seem to figure out a better way to end this post.
Would this be the appropriate moment to say go figure?
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
In Which The Title "Happy Curtains" Will Not Match the Post Content
First I would like to toast a glass to the longest title for a post on this blog so far.
Secondly, I would like us to put down our imaginary glasses of Ribena for now. If you have been following the posts in the blog, you'd realise that the posts are getting more depressing.
It's like when you read my posts, the tension from the seriousness of it on your computer screen can be cut with the pointy end of the cursor.
Not really.
Anyway, today's post is on the topic of "Problems".
Not just any problem like a puzzle though but problems that psychologically terrify and change you for the worse. What everyone knows is that everyone has a terrifying problem that confuses them and changes them.
What everyone doesn't realise until they sit down and actually think is why they feel so lost and alone when faced with these questions.
We're afraid of being judged.
The thing is, we are desperate to find someone to share our problems with and hopefully(with a bit of luck), they will understand and be able to not just sympathise but actually empathise. Unfortunately, it is in human nature to judge someone when you do not understand their point of view.
What does it mean to be judged when your point of view is not the same as the person judging you?
Well, I guess that everyone has a certain idea of what this "terrifying problem" is. For some people, it is a big problem when you are lonely and have no one to talk to. For others, they can put up with being lonely but when they face verbal abuse, it is the breaking point for them.
To put it in a conclusion, we tend to judge the problems of others based on what we, as individuals, think is a awful problem. For some strange reasons, no matter how aware we are of the fact, we are unable to think that it is not the situation the person is in that decides how terrible and psychologically affecting the problem may be, but by how big the negative impact on the said person really is.
With this fact in mind, we are afraid that we are unable to find someone to empathise with us, or worse, judge us negatively on how we react to the problems we are facing.
Yes, we have all scoffed at someone. I know I have. Sometimes, when I see people whining and crying over schoolwork, I tend to think "How is that such a big problem? I have the same exact homework as you and you're crying over it? I have even bigger problems than that!"
I guess I too forget that I'm not suppose to judge the situation but the impact of the situation on the person.
Sure, it's difficult to empathise with someone when we believe that there are bigger problems than the problem of the person who we have difficulty empathising with but we have got to try our best to take that mental block we have away as much as possible. Catch yourself making judgements on the person's problem? It's alright, just stop and try to concentrate on what the person who is telling you about their problem is saying.
And if anyone wants to compare problems with me to try and judge me, go right ahead. I'm providing the details at the bottom because I need to tell someone or something that is not my pale-white wall.
I'm lonely and frustrated that I don't have much friends to talk to. Whatever friends I have left feek distant and I feel like I'm always left out of the loop. I hate that I've changed so much this year and that I've been unable to concentrate on anything. I hate that I can be so mean at times and I'm so afraid that I've hurt people without knowing it. I hate that when I hear laughter, I think people are laughing at me even if they're complete strangers. I'm upset that I feel second to everyone. I don't have a friend to confide in and to empathise for me. I don't understand why I have to urge to cry and I tear up all the time without even understanding why. I hate that I think these are big problems. I hate that this paragraphs is so full of "I"s.
Some may choose to wonder why I lose sleep over such "petty problems" and some may actually understand. Honestly, I really dislike it when people cut me off while I'm talking to them and then try to compare their problems to mine and it makes me feel worse because they make me feel like as if my problems aren't terrifying or important.
But in the end, we can't force people to share their problems and we can't expect to always be able to understand everyone. We also can't expect people to act the way we want them to.
But hey, that's some people isn't it. Just like how there are some things we can never truly solve or understand.
P.S. Perhaps I have made a slight mistake in my post title about the post not matching the title but boy do the curtains in the video have the potenital to look happy.
Secondly, I would like us to put down our imaginary glasses of Ribena for now. If you have been following the posts in the blog, you'd realise that the posts are getting more depressing.
It's like when you read my posts, the tension from the seriousness of it on your computer screen can be cut with the pointy end of the cursor.
Not really.
Anyway, today's post is on the topic of "Problems".
Not just any problem like a puzzle though but problems that psychologically terrify and change you for the worse. What everyone knows is that everyone has a terrifying problem that confuses them and changes them.
What everyone doesn't realise until they sit down and actually think is why they feel so lost and alone when faced with these questions.
We're afraid of being judged.
The thing is, we are desperate to find someone to share our problems with and hopefully(with a bit of luck), they will understand and be able to not just sympathise but actually empathise. Unfortunately, it is in human nature to judge someone when you do not understand their point of view.
What does it mean to be judged when your point of view is not the same as the person judging you?
Well, I guess that everyone has a certain idea of what this "terrifying problem" is. For some people, it is a big problem when you are lonely and have no one to talk to. For others, they can put up with being lonely but when they face verbal abuse, it is the breaking point for them.
To put it in a conclusion, we tend to judge the problems of others based on what we, as individuals, think is a awful problem. For some strange reasons, no matter how aware we are of the fact, we are unable to think that it is not the situation the person is in that decides how terrible and psychologically affecting the problem may be, but by how big the negative impact on the said person really is.
With this fact in mind, we are afraid that we are unable to find someone to empathise with us, or worse, judge us negatively on how we react to the problems we are facing.
Yes, we have all scoffed at someone. I know I have. Sometimes, when I see people whining and crying over schoolwork, I tend to think "How is that such a big problem? I have the same exact homework as you and you're crying over it? I have even bigger problems than that!"
I guess I too forget that I'm not suppose to judge the situation but the impact of the situation on the person.
Sure, it's difficult to empathise with someone when we believe that there are bigger problems than the problem of the person who we have difficulty empathising with but we have got to try our best to take that mental block we have away as much as possible. Catch yourself making judgements on the person's problem? It's alright, just stop and try to concentrate on what the person who is telling you about their problem is saying.
And if anyone wants to compare problems with me to try and judge me, go right ahead. I'm providing the details at the bottom because I need to tell someone or something that is not my pale-white wall.
I'm lonely and frustrated that I don't have much friends to talk to. Whatever friends I have left feek distant and I feel like I'm always left out of the loop. I hate that I've changed so much this year and that I've been unable to concentrate on anything. I hate that I can be so mean at times and I'm so afraid that I've hurt people without knowing it. I hate that when I hear laughter, I think people are laughing at me even if they're complete strangers. I'm upset that I feel second to everyone. I don't have a friend to confide in and to empathise for me. I don't understand why I have to urge to cry and I tear up all the time without even understanding why. I hate that I think these are big problems. I hate that this paragraphs is so full of "I"s.
Some may choose to wonder why I lose sleep over such "petty problems" and some may actually understand. Honestly, I really dislike it when people cut me off while I'm talking to them and then try to compare their problems to mine and it makes me feel worse because they make me feel like as if my problems aren't terrifying or important.
But in the end, we can't force people to share their problems and we can't expect to always be able to understand everyone. We also can't expect people to act the way we want them to.
But hey, that's some people isn't it. Just like how there are some things we can never truly solve or understand.
P.S. Perhaps I have made a slight mistake in my post title about the post not matching the title but boy do the curtains in the video have the potenital to look happy.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Too School For Cool
Before I go on tell you another story, I'll tell you this story.
So my brother is some volunteer person for a Biology Olympiad thing and he got to bring home souvenirs which is pretty cool.
Until I saw this.
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So my brother is some volunteer person for a Biology Olympiad thing and he got to bring home souvenirs which is pretty cool.
Until I saw this.
To put this in simple terms, this is definitely a win.
Candy coloured like flags, yes please.
So anyway, back to the story that is related to the title. I am officially too school for cool. It has come to the point when saying "Oh My Gosh" is too hip, too trendy, too teenager-esque to be said to a homework-completing, glasses wearing girl who is forced into the "Nerd" box at first glance.
Yes, according to some, I am no longer an approved person is utter such a phrase or anything else that society associates with stereotypical teenagers.
We shall put this in a Spelling Bee contest perspective shan't we?
Host: Your phrase is "Oh My Gosh".
Contestant: Umm...how was it used?
Host: OH MY GOSH I FOUND LOOKING FOR ALASKA IN THE SCHOOL LIBRARY. WHO INTRODUCED IT, I MUST FIND THE PERSON AND HUG THEM. OH MY GOSH. OH MY GOSH.
Contestant: O-H-M-Y-G-O-S-H
Back to the point, I was stopped from celebrating the arrival of a wonderful book just because I simply used the phrase "Oh My Gosh".
The video below shows that I am allowed to be excited and happy about things despite the nerdy status I am forced to carry around. Unfortunately this does not seem to be the case in reality.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Yes. Maybe.
I just realised that two posts down, I said that I would be posting "Trip Part 2".
Two posts down a.k.a "Story Time 3".
So, I should be getting it done soon but the lack of inspiration, increase of distractions and the Great Mount Homework has prevented me from doing so.
Nevertheless, I shall post a completely irrelevant topic to what is stated above this sentence now.
Commonly Asked Questions (Wheeee!)
Q: Are you Filipino/have mixed blood?
A: Nope. I am 100% Chinese. Also the phrase "mixed blood" makes me feel really uncomfortable because of the word "blood" and I'm starting to think of blenders and gory things. Darn.
Q: Are you a lesbian?
A: Even my mom asks me that. Mind-bloooooown. Nope, I'm not.
Q: Are you like really into science?
A: No, I'm like really into arts. However, I do think that quantum physics is fascinating and I have as much respect for people who win Nobel Prizes for Science as for people who win Tony Awards.
The next part of the post is mostly useless facts for my own reference.
I have 16 draft posts.
Some titles include: I Should Be Doing Something Else, Escaping The Sun, Kaaaatniss, Wait For Me!, There They Go
Alright, I can guess that there is a 50 per cent chance you are procrastinating on the internet while your work cries silently for your attention. Now that I've filled your brain with useless information, go do your homework if you have any.
It's a short post but I really need to get back to my homework now.
Two posts down a.k.a "Story Time 3".
So, I should be getting it done soon but the lack of inspiration, increase of distractions and the Great Mount Homework has prevented me from doing so.
Nevertheless, I shall post a completely irrelevant topic to what is stated above this sentence now.
Commonly Asked Questions (Wheeee!)
Q: Are you Filipino/have mixed blood?
A: Nope. I am 100% Chinese. Also the phrase "mixed blood" makes me feel really uncomfortable because of the word "blood" and I'm starting to think of blenders and gory things. Darn.
Q: Are you a lesbian?
A: Even my mom asks me that. Mind-bloooooown. Nope, I'm not.
Q: Are you like really into science?
A: No, I'm like really into arts. However, I do think that quantum physics is fascinating and I have as much respect for people who win Nobel Prizes for Science as for people who win Tony Awards.
The next part of the post is mostly useless facts for my own reference.
I have 16 draft posts.
Some titles include: I Should Be Doing Something Else, Escaping The Sun, Kaaaatniss, Wait For Me!, There They Go
Alright, I can guess that there is a 50 per cent chance you are procrastinating on the internet while your work cries silently for your attention. Now that I've filled your brain with useless information, go do your homework if you have any.
It's a short post but I really need to get back to my homework now.
Friday, June 22, 2012
Sharing Day
This is the post where I share things like I usually do on the other posts on the blog except this time, I give it a title related to "sharing", yay!
First of all, I just want to let anyone who has ever done a solo of Don't Cry For Me Argentina that you are an amazing person because I don't know how you did it and why are you not living in a solid gold mansion and playing table tennis with solid gold tables on a solid gold private cruise ship. As long as you promise not to kick puppies and be a nice person, everyone should love and respect you for that.
Honestly. I love all of you.
And then this is the part where I share a true story.
You know how everyone has a special skill or talent that they need to develop. For example, let's say dancing. So you've been dancing your whole life and people have complimented you on it and you know you're pretty good at it. Then one day, someone spots your talent and invites you to perform in some amazing production.
That is the moment when you have realised that you have leveled up in the skill/talent you have, so you decide to throw a big party.
That's not the point.
The point is, I realise that I have leveled up in a certain skill recently. No, I have never been complimented for it (It's more like being yelled at) but I know I am fantastic at it.
The Art Of Annoying People.
Yes, I have managed to up my game and annoyed a pickpocket.
I am not joking.
There I was standing, when I felt my bag being unzipped and something moving inside it. My first thought was: They're taking something. However, I snapped out of my daze to remember that I didn't have a single phone, camera or even a wallet in my bag, thank goodness.
This may or may not be caused by my plan to transfer my phone into my coat pocket and then putting my hand over the phone and in the pocket. I then rolled tissues into a ball and placed only two plastic bottles and a notebook into my bag. Yes, I was well aware that I was might become the prey of pickpockets and prepared myself before hand.
I turned around and there-they-were. They had their hands in my bag and were furiously searching for something.
They looked up at a minute and while I was a little shocked at what I saw, the person rolled their eyes at me and gave me an annoyed look like it was my fault that I couldn't let them find something to take. Of course they quickly pulled their hands out and ran away before I could ask them what they wanted.
Later that day, I found my bag opened several times while sitting in crowded trains.
I guessed that just like the previous person, they were unable to find anything too.
Oh anyway, I'm working on a project (a.k.a novel writing) but I'm kind of stuck on character personalities because the story will be mostly focused on that. Hopefully, I will have figured things out by November so I'll be one step in front of Nanowrimo, hah!
Unfortunately, I am struggling with the amount of homework that feels more like a stampede and I don't think I'll be able to hand in my homework on time at this rate.
So before I go to stare at my wall, I'm going to share one last thing. I keep telling myself to share it but I keep forgetting so here it is today.
Anyway, bare: A Pop Opera (title according to wikipedia because youtube has so many titles) is about the struggles of two gay boys in their school.
So if you've got nothing much to do today and are in need of some music, click on the video below now.
The whole thing (Part 1 and 2) takes about two hours. Enjoy!
First of all, I just want to let anyone who has ever done a solo of Don't Cry For Me Argentina that you are an amazing person because I don't know how you did it and why are you not living in a solid gold mansion and playing table tennis with solid gold tables on a solid gold private cruise ship. As long as you promise not to kick puppies and be a nice person, everyone should love and respect you for that.
Honestly. I love all of you.
And then this is the part where I share a true story.
You know how everyone has a special skill or talent that they need to develop. For example, let's say dancing. So you've been dancing your whole life and people have complimented you on it and you know you're pretty good at it. Then one day, someone spots your talent and invites you to perform in some amazing production.
That is the moment when you have realised that you have leveled up in the skill/talent you have, so you decide to throw a big party.
That's not the point.
The point is, I realise that I have leveled up in a certain skill recently. No, I have never been complimented for it (It's more like being yelled at) but I know I am fantastic at it.
The Art Of Annoying People.
Yes, I have managed to up my game and annoyed a pickpocket.
I am not joking.
There I was standing, when I felt my bag being unzipped and something moving inside it. My first thought was: They're taking something. However, I snapped out of my daze to remember that I didn't have a single phone, camera or even a wallet in my bag, thank goodness.
This may or may not be caused by my plan to transfer my phone into my coat pocket and then putting my hand over the phone and in the pocket. I then rolled tissues into a ball and placed only two plastic bottles and a notebook into my bag. Yes, I was well aware that I was might become the prey of pickpockets and prepared myself before hand.
I turned around and there-they-were. They had their hands in my bag and were furiously searching for something.
They looked up at a minute and while I was a little shocked at what I saw, the person rolled their eyes at me and gave me an annoyed look like it was my fault that I couldn't let them find something to take. Of course they quickly pulled their hands out and ran away before I could ask them what they wanted.
Later that day, I found my bag opened several times while sitting in crowded trains.
I guessed that just like the previous person, they were unable to find anything too.
Oh anyway, I'm working on a project (a.k.a novel writing) but I'm kind of stuck on character personalities because the story will be mostly focused on that. Hopefully, I will have figured things out by November so I'll be one step in front of Nanowrimo, hah!
Unfortunately, I am struggling with the amount of homework that feels more like a stampede and I don't think I'll be able to hand in my homework on time at this rate.
So before I go to stare at my wall, I'm going to share one last thing. I keep telling myself to share it but I keep forgetting so here it is today.
Anyway, bare: A Pop Opera (title according to wikipedia because youtube has so many titles) is about the struggles of two gay boys in their school.
So if you've got nothing much to do today and are in need of some music, click on the video below now.
The whole thing (Part 1 and 2) takes about two hours. Enjoy!
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