I have made a mixed CD.
Actually, it's more like a mixed playlist.
I didn't actually burn a CD because I found it pretty useless since I don't use a CD player.
I think it pretty sums up my whole life and what it constantly worries and revolves around.
Besides the good Lord that is...
Its mostly soundtracks of drama series, but it makes the perfectest sense.
I'll just keep adding tracks I feel go along. Nothing mainstream, simply because mainstream is too generalized.
I don't mean mainstream is not me, I mean mainstream generalizes feelings, whereas the songs I picked, pinpoints the exact thing I want to express.
I have no idea what I am saying actually.
I called it The Cycle.
Its the kind of songs I may never tire off.
Discovered a really cool guy today.
His name is Shayne Orok.
He reminds me of Owl City half the time, but I love his songwriting, and his vocal expressions.
I love that he loves music do much.
I love that despite having real eye he sees a vision of music.
I love it.
I love his sound.
I love his passion.
I love that he's a hard find.
Music is beautiful.
Music is language.
"Keeping up, keeping up with the time lapsed lifeline."
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
I dont like it
[title here]... When someone talks, walks, play, partners me just cause the person they want to do anything with is... Unavailable, unwell, somewhere else.
Then, I have to think for some other person who might REALLY want to talk;walk;play etc. with me to ensure that they don't get left out.
Some people think its that easy. Just grab a partner and go!
I'm glad I'm not that self-centered.
Then again, why should I think for people when they don't even stop to consider the hurt they can inflict with a ripple effect?
Human nature.
My Ass.
I guess when I laugh, I am not really laughing. When I smile, I am not really smiling.
I am angry.
Angry is useless.
So I laugh.
Which is a really stupid phrase.
"Hiding behind this facade"
That's not cheesy. Its really really stupid.
Yet, it applies to me all the same.
Have you ever met this person you were hoping was someone different for a change, and when all hope seemed bright. You realized that this same person is just turning out to be turned into what every disappointment was? I have.
I guess nobody's perfect, but why is everyone almost the same? I'm no different.
People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do
The thing is, I don't.
All life is, is a cycle.
All actions are a repeat.
And all people are photocopies and reflections.
Different yet same.
Then, I have to think for some other person who might REALLY want to talk;walk;play etc. with me to ensure that they don't get left out.
Some people think its that easy. Just grab a partner and go!
I'm glad I'm not that self-centered.
Then again, why should I think for people when they don't even stop to consider the hurt they can inflict with a ripple effect?
Human nature.
My Ass.
I guess when I laugh, I am not really laughing. When I smile, I am not really smiling.
I am angry.
Angry is useless.
So I laugh.
Which is a really stupid phrase.
"Hiding behind this facade"
That's not cheesy. Its really really stupid.
Yet, it applies to me all the same.
Have you ever met this person you were hoping was someone different for a change, and when all hope seemed bright. You realized that this same person is just turning out to be turned into what every disappointment was? I have.
I guess nobody's perfect, but why is everyone almost the same? I'm no different.
People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do
The thing is, I don't.
All life is, is a cycle.
All actions are a repeat.
And all people are photocopies and reflections.
Different yet same.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Hey World! - Hair, Candy and stuff
I haven't been updating lately, and thats cause I have no time. I have countless drafts of material which needs editing, but I simply can't find time to spend 5hours per post. Since today is Youth Holiday where I come from, and I know aside from all the June Holiday times I should post, I decided to do a day out post!
I really apologise to those who read or not, for the lack in posts, and what a short and unfulfilling one this might be... Without further ado...
First, I wanted to trim my fringe and my split ends, unfortunately, my hairdresser wasn't in till later in the afternoon, so I headed down to vivo first to get this!
However, the guy at the booth said they did not offer any helping services, so as of now, I am stuck with a piece of screen protector I have no idea how to stick. If you know how to, or have a tutorial, please let me know!
I later proceeded to have a hearty lunch, which resulted in my overhearing a family talk about Eclipse in a very approving manner. I have not watched it yet, and would definitely like to see it soon! Call me an eavesdropper, but the guy said that "The previous 2 films are like the build-up, and Eclipse is the real drama" I wanted to laugh. It was a guy. Who liked. Eclipse. And I thought only girls were swooning over it. (No insult intended!)
If you have ever heard of rock candy in Singapore, you must have probably heard of Sticky located in The Central @ Clarke Quay, a shop that showcases the making of beautiful rock candy, that is attractive and edible. A sure bonus for the sweet tooth! After much pondering over what to get, I got a jar of Rock Mix!
For those who know, such candies are simply too attractive to resist, and too yummy to stop eating! After finishing my mini bottle of Made in Candy, I have decided that rock candies in general, are tasty, wide in flavour variety, and that passerby just can't stop oogling at the way it is made.
Finally down to the haircut!
My hair isn't usually this straight, or flowy in a nice way. I simply adore salon blow dries, and how they turn out, and therefore I have concluded the 5 things you would need for the ultimate DIY blowdry.
ULTIMATE BLOWDRY.
1. A round brush!
Best used during blow drying AFTER a using comb.
They vary in size, and the best round brush to get is totally up to you, though I'd definitely prefer a slightly bigger one as compared to the usual brushes I own.
2. Nozzle Hair Dryer
To be used with a heat protectant on your hair!
Nozzle Hair dryers have a narrow end that directs all heat at directed point of hair, enabling a fast and efficient blow dry to a section of hair, in any direction you wish to blow it to!
3. Leave in Conditioner
Best used after a towel dried hair! (Meaning: When your hair is only a little damp and NOT dripping wet!)
I took a picture of a blank spray bottle as leave in conditioners suitable for certain hair types vary, and there is not one perfect brand for everyone. However, a spray bottle for a leave in conditioner is a very convenient packaging that allows the product to spread to a larger surface area of the hair!
4. Fine Tooth Comb
Best immediately after washing your hair
A fine tooth comb allows to get through your hair to make sure that there are no tangles that may interrupt the process of getting advertisement-like blow dries!
5. Oil Balance Lotion
I have no picture for this, once again, product brands vary, but an oil balance lotion is very much necessary if you intend to let your hair out into humid or dry conditions. This leaves your hair in its best condition for as long as possible
These are the extra products aside from shampoo and conditioner that I use for my hair.
Products for your hair are very much important. One should aim to get the best, and only the best. Unless of course, you intend to get dreadlocks or shave of your head!!
I really apologise to those who read or not, for the lack in posts, and what a short and unfulfilling one this might be... Without further ado...
First, I wanted to trim my fringe and my split ends, unfortunately, my hairdresser wasn't in till later in the afternoon, so I headed down to vivo first to get this!
Crystal View Screen Protector for Macbook 13 in.
However, the guy at the booth said they did not offer any helping services, so as of now, I am stuck with a piece of screen protector I have no idea how to stick. If you know how to, or have a tutorial, please let me know!
I later proceeded to have a hearty lunch, which resulted in my overhearing a family talk about Eclipse in a very approving manner. I have not watched it yet, and would definitely like to see it soon! Call me an eavesdropper, but the guy said that "The previous 2 films are like the build-up, and Eclipse is the real drama" I wanted to laugh. It was a guy. Who liked. Eclipse. And I thought only girls were swooning over it. (No insult intended!)
If you have ever heard of rock candy in Singapore, you must have probably heard of Sticky located in The Central @ Clarke Quay, a shop that showcases the making of beautiful rock candy, that is attractive and edible. A sure bonus for the sweet tooth! After much pondering over what to get, I got a jar of Rock Mix!
Pretty Colourful packaging!
Even yummier candy!
For those who know, such candies are simply too attractive to resist, and too yummy to stop eating! After finishing my mini bottle of Made in Candy, I have decided that rock candies in general, are tasty, wide in flavour variety, and that passerby just can't stop oogling at the way it is made.
Finally down to the haircut!
My Bangs!
It isn't a very good picture, as I've been through a LOT of wind after getting out of the salon, and it's relatively hard to comb down, so this are real fringe flyaways.
My Hair
My hair isn't usually this straight, or flowy in a nice way. I simply adore salon blow dries, and how they turn out, and therefore I have concluded the 5 things you would need for the ultimate DIY blowdry.
ULTIMATE BLOWDRY.
1. A round brush!
Best used during blow drying AFTER a using comb.
Varying sizes!
They vary in size, and the best round brush to get is totally up to you, though I'd definitely prefer a slightly bigger one as compared to the usual brushes I own.
2. Nozzle Hair Dryer
To be used with a heat protectant on your hair!
Look at the narrow end!
Nozzle Hair dryers have a narrow end that directs all heat at directed point of hair, enabling a fast and efficient blow dry to a section of hair, in any direction you wish to blow it to!
3. Leave in Conditioner
Best used after a towel dried hair! (Meaning: When your hair is only a little damp and NOT dripping wet!)
A Spray bottle!
I took a picture of a blank spray bottle as leave in conditioners suitable for certain hair types vary, and there is not one perfect brand for everyone. However, a spray bottle for a leave in conditioner is a very convenient packaging that allows the product to spread to a larger surface area of the hair!
4. Fine Tooth Comb
Best immediately after washing your hair
Varying sizes and types!
A fine tooth comb allows to get through your hair to make sure that there are no tangles that may interrupt the process of getting advertisement-like blow dries!
5. Oil Balance Lotion
I have no picture for this, once again, product brands vary, but an oil balance lotion is very much necessary if you intend to let your hair out into humid or dry conditions. This leaves your hair in its best condition for as long as possible
These are the extra products aside from shampoo and conditioner that I use for my hair.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
It would be nice
It would be nice if you'd actually asked me what you ask your friends.
It would be nice if you'd take the time to listen.
It would be nice if you actually heard.
It would be nice to know that you would be happy to see me.
It would be nice if I was more important than those friends.
It would be nice to know that you would cancel anything for me.
It would be nice to know that you cared about me more than them.
It would be nice to know that I wasn't just a duty.
It would be nice if the time spent wasn't cause you were free.
It would be nice if you truly understood.
It would be nice if you actually wanted to understand.
It would be nice if you didn't talk on the phone all the time.
It would be nice if you kept your promises.
It would be nice if you remembered your promises.
It would be nice if you actually knew me more than you know you friends.
It would be nice if you would stop looking at the surface and see that hurts have different degrees.
It would be nice if you stop thinking certain experiences triumph over others.
It would nice that I was just as important.
It would be nice if you'd take the time to listen.
It would be nice if you actually heard.
It would be nice to know that you would be happy to see me.
It would be nice if I was more important than those friends.
It would be nice to know that you would cancel anything for me.
It would be nice to know that you cared about me more than them.
It would be nice to know that I wasn't just a duty.
It would be nice if the time spent wasn't cause you were free.
It would be nice if you truly understood.
It would be nice if you actually wanted to understand.
It would be nice if you didn't talk on the phone all the time.
It would be nice if you kept your promises.
It would be nice if you remembered your promises.
It would be nice if you actually knew me more than you know you friends.
It would be nice if you would stop looking at the surface and see that hurts have different degrees.
It would be nice if you stop thinking certain experiences triumph over others.
It would nice that I was just as important.
It would be nice if you actually knew me more than you know you friends.
It would be nice if you actually knew me.
It would be nice, wouldn't it?
And through it all, I never asked you to be like the copies of those who are better. Just my copy.
dear me.
Dear Me.
I am writing because I do not know what else to do or say, and because in some freak reflection, I don't know who I am.
It may seem like another depressing topic. Emotional maybe, but isn't everything? I don't look in the mirror and say "that's not me", or some story like jolt of knowing, I just feel and perhaps know. I look around me, and all I see are materials, objects, dead things. Obviously they can't be dead, cause they were never alive, but you know the whole mellow drama meaning.
I wonder, if what I write in private is the real me, or what I do. It's really hard to tell. If it is so, and there is such difference, then I think that perhaps, just perhaps, I am really doomed. I could most possibly have trapped myself in a loop of mess and uncertainty, both of which is supported by possible unattended to emotions and past situations. I'm not very sure.
Do I put on a facade? Is this also a facade?
I bet there are many out there who wonder the same thing. Possibly at the same moment in some twisted time theory of some sort. This is just gibberish.
I feel like I stopped in time. Long enough to see the things around me, long enough to be unblinded by the friend I hope to be, and it disgusts me.
Maybe you can picture it this way.
Along the grey pavements, I walk. Dirty, cold and hungry. Not physically. Two girls run up and grab my hands. Hug me with warmth I've never felt. Feed me, with fun I never had before I walked the pavements. They step back as they realise more similarities they had, and run to a swing for two. Not offering, not asking. They are smiling in as they swing, holding hands. Happy. Through the silence of a glass that divides, I can see. The truth in all, they pretend not to see. They turn on either side to greet the others. Gossip. They're still holding hands you see, like parasites to each other.
I walk pass a lovely house, filled with children from all backgrounds. Crosses and holy monuments and ornaments line the house. A warm and inviting fire burn in the fireplace. I stare in awe. The crowd of children gather and welcome me. They bring me about and out. They chatter and laugh. I stand with the masses, but yet I see the bubble that forms around me. Silence. I see them laughing chattering, Smiling and gesturing to me. But they do not see what I can see. A line of twos I walk alone. I cannot cry. They say goodbye and run back to the house of warm fire. I am not invited in.
I see an old man. So generous and loving. He smiles and gives to every stranger, lending them a shoulder. An ear. But this old man you see, has a wonderful family. And this daughter you see, he knows nothing off. So much for love and generosity
I walk on the grey pavement. Trudging further in hope. But this grey pavement goes too long. I cannot cry.
I walk past an old school. I see a girl jump. The children gasps, cries for help. Not for long, for they move on. And that little girl was forgotten. And in that little girl I see, many little girls to be. For those little children, treat the many, like the little girl forgotten.
This grey pavement is getting colder, harsher. I turn around to see. A glass display before me. I see myself with them, but the bubble around me.
Time slows for me you see, and I can see. I know.
I know.
Isn't it beautiful how words can string together the cores of life?
The times will soon be up for me, be as long as I breathe, I see.
I am writing because I do not know what else to do or say, and because in some freak reflection, I don't know who I am.
It may seem like another depressing topic. Emotional maybe, but isn't everything? I don't look in the mirror and say "that's not me", or some story like jolt of knowing, I just feel and perhaps know. I look around me, and all I see are materials, objects, dead things. Obviously they can't be dead, cause they were never alive, but you know the whole mellow drama meaning.
I wonder, if what I write in private is the real me, or what I do. It's really hard to tell. If it is so, and there is such difference, then I think that perhaps, just perhaps, I am really doomed. I could most possibly have trapped myself in a loop of mess and uncertainty, both of which is supported by possible unattended to emotions and past situations. I'm not very sure.
Do I put on a facade? Is this also a facade?
I bet there are many out there who wonder the same thing. Possibly at the same moment in some twisted time theory of some sort. This is just gibberish.
I feel like I stopped in time. Long enough to see the things around me, long enough to be unblinded by the friend I hope to be, and it disgusts me.
Maybe you can picture it this way.
Along the grey pavements, I walk. Dirty, cold and hungry. Not physically. Two girls run up and grab my hands. Hug me with warmth I've never felt. Feed me, with fun I never had before I walked the pavements. They step back as they realise more similarities they had, and run to a swing for two. Not offering, not asking. They are smiling in as they swing, holding hands. Happy. Through the silence of a glass that divides, I can see. The truth in all, they pretend not to see. They turn on either side to greet the others. Gossip. They're still holding hands you see, like parasites to each other.
I walk pass a lovely house, filled with children from all backgrounds. Crosses and holy monuments and ornaments line the house. A warm and inviting fire burn in the fireplace. I stare in awe. The crowd of children gather and welcome me. They bring me about and out. They chatter and laugh. I stand with the masses, but yet I see the bubble that forms around me. Silence. I see them laughing chattering, Smiling and gesturing to me. But they do not see what I can see. A line of twos I walk alone. I cannot cry. They say goodbye and run back to the house of warm fire. I am not invited in.
I see an old man. So generous and loving. He smiles and gives to every stranger, lending them a shoulder. An ear. But this old man you see, has a wonderful family. And this daughter you see, he knows nothing off. So much for love and generosity
I walk on the grey pavement. Trudging further in hope. But this grey pavement goes too long. I cannot cry.
I walk past an old school. I see a girl jump. The children gasps, cries for help. Not for long, for they move on. And that little girl was forgotten. And in that little girl I see, many little girls to be. For those little children, treat the many, like the little girl forgotten.
This grey pavement is getting colder, harsher. I turn around to see. A glass display before me. I see myself with them, but the bubble around me.
Time slows for me you see, and I can see. I know.
I know.
Isn't it beautiful how words can string together the cores of life?
The times will soon be up for me, be as long as I breathe, I see.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
I don't really Know.
Its been like what? A few weeks now? Probably nearly a month? I don't know. Anyway, during those few moments, I've been thinking, what exactly do I want to do with this blog? I mean, it isn't exactly an all fashion blog as I started it out to be, and it isn't exactly and all review blog as I tried it out to be, it's my blog, for the world to see. I don't know what to write, and recently, my flow's been stuck, and I realized that it was all because I was looking forward to one thing. My Macbook Pro I am hoping to get for my birthday. I guess its the NEW thing feeling. You know, whenever you're gonna get something you really REALLY want, and you want to start certain things afresh, well, this is it.
I was hoping to experiment with a mass of things once I got my lappie, but it seems like it won't be anytime soon. You see, my birthday is on the 18th of June, and I suppose I should wait that long, but I can't. Its like getting your hands on the latest Birkin Bag and you don't want to wait in line. That's exactly how I feel, except my lappie costs lest than $5000 and does not have exotic skins sewed to it, thought that WOULD be wicked cool, but its just not right?
I don't know.
Anyway, I've been massively into tweeting suddenly. For anyone who's been hiding under a shelf, or a tv set, or even a tree. Tweeting is the action of typing in your current status on this fast and easy site Twitter. It provided an alternative from blogging, of course, people continued blogging along with twitter. Its what makes people feel like a celebrity, when they truly aren't. Its kinda creepy, but its cool. I remembered like it was yesterday, the day I started twitter. I had no followers, I followed no one. Simply because no one I knew, knew what on earth Twitter was. Unfortunately, its crowded and jammed with people now.
Besides that, it feels like everybody wants something from someone. Its like feeding off people. Okay I have no idea what or why I just wrote that. My dog is digging a cupboard. Its reeally noisy.
I've been on a massive spree of Criminal Minds lately, and I rekindled my almost dying crush on Spencer Reid, Dr Spencer Reid. Actor aka Matthew Gray Gubler. I won't put any links today cause I'm kinda tired, but I will say that MGG seems like an exact uncanny copy of Spencer Reid. The quirks and works part. He's website is filled with artistic creativity hand drawn and posted. Its really interesting I would say. Interesting art, unlike interesting model answer 'interesting'.
Then there's a super fast update news about Greyson Chance? Tween singer. He's often compared to Justin Bieber to some fans as better, to others "Sorry but Justin Bieber is more magical". Seriously? You wanna bring Miss Magic into this? I'm laughing now.
Honestly, Greyson Chance is the greatest kid I've ever heard. For real.
His voice is honestly a treasure. His passion, a hard find.
Justin Bieber once said, he never even practiced as hard for the competition he was singing in and he won. Talent is one thing, but passion. That's the real deal.
Greyson Chance's inspiration comes from the one and only Lady Gaga. He plays the piano, and transformed her song Paparazzi into his own.
Are you seriously gonna try to bargain with magic for Bieberboy? This kid is a kid.
His name is Chance! What other proof do you need?
I guess some people just can't stand the attention Bieber's getting, and the fact he doesn't seem fit to get it. People like me however just wish he had more appreciation for the talent he has, other than running of singing about girls taller than him. I like Bieberboy's songs no doubt, but I just wish there was more substance and feel.
Greyson Chanc wins hands down. I support him!
Okay. This is the end to my chain of randomosity and ridiculousity. If those are even words(Their not). Off to Family Guy and the Simpsons. Maybe more of a Criminal Minds.
I don't really know.
I was hoping to experiment with a mass of things once I got my lappie, but it seems like it won't be anytime soon. You see, my birthday is on the 18th of June, and I suppose I should wait that long, but I can't. Its like getting your hands on the latest Birkin Bag and you don't want to wait in line. That's exactly how I feel, except my lappie costs lest than $5000 and does not have exotic skins sewed to it, thought that WOULD be wicked cool, but its just not right?
I don't know.
Anyway, I've been massively into tweeting suddenly. For anyone who's been hiding under a shelf, or a tv set, or even a tree. Tweeting is the action of typing in your current status on this fast and easy site Twitter. It provided an alternative from blogging, of course, people continued blogging along with twitter. Its what makes people feel like a celebrity, when they truly aren't. Its kinda creepy, but its cool. I remembered like it was yesterday, the day I started twitter. I had no followers, I followed no one. Simply because no one I knew, knew what on earth Twitter was. Unfortunately, its crowded and jammed with people now.
Besides that, it feels like everybody wants something from someone. Its like feeding off people. Okay I have no idea what or why I just wrote that. My dog is digging a cupboard. Its reeally noisy.
I've been on a massive spree of Criminal Minds lately, and I rekindled my almost dying crush on Spencer Reid, Dr Spencer Reid. Actor aka Matthew Gray Gubler. I won't put any links today cause I'm kinda tired, but I will say that MGG seems like an exact uncanny copy of Spencer Reid. The quirks and works part. He's website is filled with artistic creativity hand drawn and posted. Its really interesting I would say. Interesting art, unlike interesting model answer 'interesting'.
Then there's a super fast update news about Greyson Chance? Tween singer. He's often compared to Justin Bieber to some fans as better, to others "Sorry but Justin Bieber is more magical". Seriously? You wanna bring Miss Magic into this? I'm laughing now.
Honestly, Greyson Chance is the greatest kid I've ever heard. For real.
His voice is honestly a treasure. His passion, a hard find.
Justin Bieber once said, he never even practiced as hard for the competition he was singing in and he won. Talent is one thing, but passion. That's the real deal.
Greyson Chance's inspiration comes from the one and only Lady Gaga. He plays the piano, and transformed her song Paparazzi into his own.
Are you seriously gonna try to bargain with magic for Bieberboy? This kid is a kid.
His name is Chance! What other proof do you need?
I guess some people just can't stand the attention Bieber's getting, and the fact he doesn't seem fit to get it. People like me however just wish he had more appreciation for the talent he has, other than running of singing about girls taller than him. I like Bieberboy's songs no doubt, but I just wish there was more substance and feel.
Greyson Chanc wins hands down. I support him!
Okay. This is the end to my chain of randomosity and ridiculousity. If those are even words(Their not). Off to Family Guy and the Simpsons. Maybe more of a Criminal Minds.
I don't really know.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Inexplicable.
I was planning on completing my post on Glee but something hit me. Something else. Something that I'm really pondering on. Lets put it simply/ As a teenager I'm going through this "phase" as most might put it. Yes indeed, a "phase" a stage in which life goes through a mode of change of some sort sort of like the motion of transitioning. Not the before, or the after, but the process. The act, the motion, the committing, the deed. Funnily, all processes have their products before the end product. What do I mean? I guess I can't really say I'm sure, or how sure I am of explaining it, but what I think this head of mine truly means, is that in the midst of all we do, and all we say, there's always something produced, before the actual product. Simply put. There's never a sure result for all actions lead to varying results, of which when combined together, produces the supposed end result seen heard and thought of by the naked eyes, ears and mind. The rational.
Nothing really is rational is it? How can it be? Why is it that an action can actually be rationalized so easily, when there are many reasons why it isn't. Like, why is it rational for an adult to discipline a child, but no the other way round? Honestly, I am not arrowing this at some parent-child relationship issues, I am really wondering why so. Why is it rational for someone older to yell or scold, reprimand or reason to someone younger? What if the younger is right? If they are, then them correcting the older is deemed as rude, and they are punished? What is the rational behind that? Why are all these mannerisms and 'respect' preset for us humans to follow so easily, and since we do, why do we follow them?
Why is it okay, for adults to get worried over politics, but when teenagers face such oppressions, it is "part and parcel of life"? Day in, day out, people constantly state the reasons for the ever rising suicidal rate for teenagers is because they couldn't take what was "part and parcel of life", is it not unfair that teenagers in general are viewed as stupid for even thinking that way, just because these older people have lived through it before, and therefore it is seen that every single living piece of young being should be able to? What is this monstrosity of expectations of generation some have not lived in, live to experience in, and pass off their age as a negotiating factor for experience? Teenagers aren't just pieces of meat being molded into the narrow-minded working drones of today's society. They aren't just going through a stage either. Why are our life situations viewed so little off simply because we haven't experienced the real world? What is the real world? Does being financially independent, getting a job and living on our own considered the real world? Isn't that just a physical aspect, the black and white, pen and paper verification of your 'adulthood'? So does that mean your adulthood is certified by those things? What about the children in third world countries exploited by many others out there? Yes, indeed they are viewed as children of undeserved sufferings, who have suffered much more physical and mental trauma then we of more developed countries have. We are labelled, spoiled, bratty, inexperienced, ungrateful. We are judged from the physical aspect, we are judged on what is conjured by one person, which is then further amplified by millions out there who assume they first observed. What right is there?
Does not the emotional pain that is probably a million times more devastating count for experience? If one teen loses his or her life over some romance failures, is that deemed as stupidity simply because we perceive it to be? If we are not her or him, how can we understand the pain and trauma felt by the different individuals? Do we simply categorize so generally the course of actions just cause we are afraid of the truth, the truth that maybe, just maybe, there is so much more to this teen that the world does not understand, and once again, might I clarify, that this is not about me, maybe a fraction of me, but not me, simply a block of questions I have bottled up and left to reluctantly evaporate, and so, I hope it is not so quickly assumed I am suffering from some romantic loss or such ridiculous assumptions of such. There is so much to one person that the whole world doesn't understand, that the law fears of having to look into to incorporate more investigations and more laws, so much so, that legal terms cannot define the actions because who can judge emotions with words? It is this fear, I feel, that causes the world to generalize every problem handed to them, and therefore, it is said, as we grow older, we lose our imagination. I believe we do, for as we grow older, we have so much physical aspects to handle, that we shut our emotions out, and limit them to the basics. The older the generation grows the more we fear of having much more to handle, so we shut out the first signs of pure inexplainable emotions from the beginning, so we don't have to deal with it. Then again, what right do we have to decide for others, if it is the fear in ourselves. Then again, it is only the majority that is important isn't it, and therefore, it is only alright to force the opposing minority out, or create a large conventional categorization, so that right and wrong is indefinitely accepted by today's society, and is therefore since it is so outwardly expressed, the levels of acceptance, that it suddenly seems that what is right and wrong, has already been set by a system of humans who fear.
I refuse to accept, yet, I have no idea what I am refusing, for it certainly isn't rational to go against a system that is based on fear, for it is not the instability of the system I am pointing at, but simply the silliness of actually trying to go against emotion.
So therefore, I guess we can conclude, that even older people have mass emotions, yet, they only disguise it under legal systems to appear correct. Teenagers are definitely not going through any less, because, they have no legal system, to guard or guide themselves. The emotional wreck they feel of themselves, is more than justifiable, simply because it isn't given the thought it rightfully deserves. Therefore, is it right to say, that teenagers experience more than adults, and therefore, it is the younger that should be deserving of authority? Then again, it is impossible to measure the weight of the emotions for we do not know every individual, and sometimes, the individual do not know themselves.
So therefore, I guess I have finally justified this uncomfortable punch in the stomach, in a minute amount. I still have no answers, but I still have questions.
Today's society is a ruckus, and we are part of it. It is no right to justify, yet our right to clarify. How can we differentiate?
Nothing really is rational is it? How can it be? Why is it that an action can actually be rationalized so easily, when there are many reasons why it isn't. Like, why is it rational for an adult to discipline a child, but no the other way round? Honestly, I am not arrowing this at some parent-child relationship issues, I am really wondering why so. Why is it rational for someone older to yell or scold, reprimand or reason to someone younger? What if the younger is right? If they are, then them correcting the older is deemed as rude, and they are punished? What is the rational behind that? Why are all these mannerisms and 'respect' preset for us humans to follow so easily, and since we do, why do we follow them?
Why is it okay, for adults to get worried over politics, but when teenagers face such oppressions, it is "part and parcel of life"? Day in, day out, people constantly state the reasons for the ever rising suicidal rate for teenagers is because they couldn't take what was "part and parcel of life", is it not unfair that teenagers in general are viewed as stupid for even thinking that way, just because these older people have lived through it before, and therefore it is seen that every single living piece of young being should be able to? What is this monstrosity of expectations of generation some have not lived in, live to experience in, and pass off their age as a negotiating factor for experience? Teenagers aren't just pieces of meat being molded into the narrow-minded working drones of today's society. They aren't just going through a stage either. Why are our life situations viewed so little off simply because we haven't experienced the real world? What is the real world? Does being financially independent, getting a job and living on our own considered the real world? Isn't that just a physical aspect, the black and white, pen and paper verification of your 'adulthood'? So does that mean your adulthood is certified by those things? What about the children in third world countries exploited by many others out there? Yes, indeed they are viewed as children of undeserved sufferings, who have suffered much more physical and mental trauma then we of more developed countries have. We are labelled, spoiled, bratty, inexperienced, ungrateful. We are judged from the physical aspect, we are judged on what is conjured by one person, which is then further amplified by millions out there who assume they first observed. What right is there?
Does not the emotional pain that is probably a million times more devastating count for experience? If one teen loses his or her life over some romance failures, is that deemed as stupidity simply because we perceive it to be? If we are not her or him, how can we understand the pain and trauma felt by the different individuals? Do we simply categorize so generally the course of actions just cause we are afraid of the truth, the truth that maybe, just maybe, there is so much more to this teen that the world does not understand, and once again, might I clarify, that this is not about me, maybe a fraction of me, but not me, simply a block of questions I have bottled up and left to reluctantly evaporate, and so, I hope it is not so quickly assumed I am suffering from some romantic loss or such ridiculous assumptions of such. There is so much to one person that the whole world doesn't understand, that the law fears of having to look into to incorporate more investigations and more laws, so much so, that legal terms cannot define the actions because who can judge emotions with words? It is this fear, I feel, that causes the world to generalize every problem handed to them, and therefore, it is said, as we grow older, we lose our imagination. I believe we do, for as we grow older, we have so much physical aspects to handle, that we shut our emotions out, and limit them to the basics. The older the generation grows the more we fear of having much more to handle, so we shut out the first signs of pure inexplainable emotions from the beginning, so we don't have to deal with it. Then again, what right do we have to decide for others, if it is the fear in ourselves. Then again, it is only the majority that is important isn't it, and therefore, it is only alright to force the opposing minority out, or create a large conventional categorization, so that right and wrong is indefinitely accepted by today's society, and is therefore since it is so outwardly expressed, the levels of acceptance, that it suddenly seems that what is right and wrong, has already been set by a system of humans who fear.
I refuse to accept, yet, I have no idea what I am refusing, for it certainly isn't rational to go against a system that is based on fear, for it is not the instability of the system I am pointing at, but simply the silliness of actually trying to go against emotion.
So therefore, I guess we can conclude, that even older people have mass emotions, yet, they only disguise it under legal systems to appear correct. Teenagers are definitely not going through any less, because, they have no legal system, to guard or guide themselves. The emotional wreck they feel of themselves, is more than justifiable, simply because it isn't given the thought it rightfully deserves. Therefore, is it right to say, that teenagers experience more than adults, and therefore, it is the younger that should be deserving of authority? Then again, it is impossible to measure the weight of the emotions for we do not know every individual, and sometimes, the individual do not know themselves.
So therefore, I guess I have finally justified this uncomfortable punch in the stomach, in a minute amount. I still have no answers, but I still have questions.
Today's society is a ruckus, and we are part of it. It is no right to justify, yet our right to clarify. How can we differentiate?
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Closer to Home
Its a rainy Saturday, and I'm secretly blogging in the comfort of a room and air condition. My dog is scared of thunder, he's shivering... As you all realized, or those who have read, I'm from Singapore, and I've been geared towards the other side of the world when I'm writing. My interests reigns in places far far away, so I tend to see what's on the other side...
All images and video are not mine, I do not own them, and they are used for promotional purposes only, unless otherwise stated.
I have no idea why I'm writing this post, and what exactly this post is going to be about and titled, but I'll go on. I guess I've decided to write more local stuff since I'm from the great Singapore! Basically, Singapore is a REALLY small Island with MANY people. Since 2009, we've had 4,987,600 people living on a 710.2km2
of land, which really isn't that big. So for those who don't know, Singapore is a country. Not a part of China! According to a friend source, when her sister met the Jonas Brothers, they thought Singapore was a part of China. I was really disappointed to hear that.
The arts scene in Singapore became slightly more well known, and its still growing over the years. However, I guess Asians are never seen to reach great heights internationally unless by some remarkable bar-breaking standards (Olympic records etc.), maybe even acting, but Asian's aren't really starred in big screen stuff much unless they are: Tremendously gorgeous/ handsome which usually results in Asians of mix descents, Lived in countries of opportunities. However, I still wait for the day when the Universe can be really diverse and accepting. Till then, I'll still be living as a normal girl who sits upon the footstools of all the world has, and watch.
So just to get the ball rolling, these are a couple things that Singapore is well known for, and some of Singapore's local/International favourites those who don't know will, well... Know!
To the Fashion scene, the first person I think off that I feel has made a name for Singapore in the area, is Ashley Isham, who is a born-and-raised in Singapore designer. His designs have been seen on celebrities ranging from Kylie Minogue and Erin O'Connor, to the up-to-date Lady Gaga and Pixie Lott.
I feel he has done his country, but most importantly, HIMSELF proud. It is inspiring to know so much can come out from someone with such great passion in a country I belong to.
In the music scene, we have Corrinne May! A internationally known singer-songwriter who is now based in Los Angeles. She is most well-known for her album Beautiful Seed.
In the blogging scene, I would like to nominate Wendy Cheng, also known as XiaXue. A well known blogger for her controversial posts and strong opinions, along with her fierce character that is both endearing and dominating. A true blogger who isn't afraid to say what she wants and let it out for the rest of the world to ponder.
Throughout the time it has regain its independence, up till today, Singapore has been evolving, and I would like to take my hat off to the film arts scene for coming up with the most wonderful, straight to point, life-like productions. Especially with the latest 23rd Singapore International Film Festival, featuring local and regional film productions.
Its not national day till 9th August 2010, but I still think I should give more credit to my country. I love Singapore, and I fully support it as the Youth Olympics 2010 is going to take place here soon from 14-16 August 2010.
With Our 2 Mascots....
I never fully understood the need for mascots, much more the names....
To round it all off, I am going to be updating about latest deals and spills on fashion and beauty galore, local and international, right down to the gritty information if I can. So up next, I would like to post the latest Great Singapore Sales information for all you out there, as it is in the summer, and a holiday is no doubt in question, get down to Singapore and see what appeals and maybe, learn a little more about the Youth Olympics 2010!
All images are for promotional purposes and a from the Great Singapore Sale website
Places to head to for good buys!!!
Along with Other Events....
Once again, I would like to CLEARLY STATE that these images were merely plucked off from their rightful sources for promotional purposes and non for self whatsoever. I encourage you to visit the sights or click on links to further understand and know what Singapore is.
Lastly, I would like to wish all mothers a dear mother's day. I love my own mother very much, and I honestly think, mothers are the greatest gift. Though yes, annoying and nagging at times, to some point at which you want to buy earplugs, but mothers are truly, the best. Here's to all mothers, a very Blessed and glorious mothers day!
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!
All images and video are not mine, I do not own them, and they are used for promotional purposes only, unless otherwise stated.
Friday, May 7, 2010
M•A•C Cosmetics: Exclusive Launch of Pret-A-Papier Collection
Cosmetics
M•A•C Cosmetics: Exclusive Launch of Pret-A-Pap
Here's a quick update on one of my favourite cosmetics... M.A.C!! Before I rush off to study, I would like to know YOUR take on MAC's cosmetics and which is your favourite MAC product? How has MAC impacted your life tremendously??
Have you laid your hands on their new collection? If so, what is it like?? Any blog post reviews??
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Jasmine Villegas
Celebrity Piece
This is indeed a funny thing, I promised myself I wouldn't touch the computer till after my exams, but I simply SIMPLY have to. This stress is too much for one tiny speck of me to hold and carry for another week... So, I decided too!
I never really did any piece on any person in particular, but a part of me actually feels like I NEED to do this. Its been a twirling bout of thought in this nut I call a brain long before I actually thought of starting this blog on a fine march. The title says the name, but do you know the person?
Jasmine Villegas born on December 7th 1993, is an American Youtuber of Filipino and Mexican descent. I would guess most of those who know her, know her through Bieber Boy and his Baby Video. The girl he was chasing? That one? In the baby video?? Not the other ones, just the Baby one... In case you have not sensed the much added sarcasm with a good dose of good ol' humor, it was present. Yes, indeed, Bieber and his Babes... How catchy. I don't mean to sound rude or against him, I do love his music and it's forever upbeat lyrics about how a boy feels about a girl, and the ENDLESS times I see GIRLS singing them...
Re-Enactment: Walking down the street a beautiful girl sings.. There's gonna be one less lonely girl... me + You, I will tell you one time, Shorty's like an eenie meenie miney mo luhvuh... one time, one time..
Singing songs about how a guy feels about a girl...
I have to admit, Bieber Boy is rather the charmer, and his songs have catchy beats with good tunes that keep listeners on the go. A sweet easy listening, fun and upbeat playlist. Even my Indie friend likes him.
ENOUGH ABOUT BIEBERBOY! THIS IS ABOUT JAY V!
Yes, unfortunate for you Bieberettes and dudes, its time for who I'm really taking about.
From outlets advertisments ranging from Target to Macy's, Mary-Kate and Ashley and Hillary Duff, to Macdonald's and more, Jasmine has been featured in them. She has starred in family-friendly fun (say that 20 times on a spinning chair) sitcoms like 'My Wife and Kids', and 'That's So Raven', two of my favourite hilarious series (especially the latter). Since young, JV has been performing and modeling, then, doesn't that just spell out her career?
It didn't start there, and I'm proud to say it didn't, or the Jasmine I would see, wouldn't be the inspiration she is to me now.
In 2007, the peak period where majority of the first generation Youtubers move from just viewers to directors, Jasmine Villegas posted her videos, sprouting from a fun-loving and bubbly girl, to an older, more mature and experienced teen she is today. The months went pass, and the videos increased, her soulful covers garnered the support of many other Youtubers, and the start of her growing fan base, or more like friend base..
My sudden love for music in 2007, and singing(credits to Bianca Ryan) got me to use Youtube more than I knew how to, and by late 2007, I was viewing the growing and nurturing of current great Youtube artistes like Savannah Outen, Jessica Sanchez, Thia Megia, Charice, Tiffany Alvord, Mia Rose and the only guy (NOT BIEBER BOY) Nick Pitera and his lovely rendition of A Whole New World. They all grew a fan base in Youtube, where I happy to say, they never stopped singing to. However, growing fan bases and lack of management and yearning of ambition equates to a painfully difficult life for these artistes in hopes to achieve their dreams. Thus, responding to fans become difficult when unlike celebrities, they have no assistants at their beck and call.
Over the years since I stumbled upon Jasmine Villegas, she never stopped showing appreciation to her fans, and even responded to them. Constant love, care, and attention to people brings about more friends than fans, and thus the Jasminators were formed. Definition: Jasmine Villegas supporters who won't stand for haters, and back JV up anytime. Isn't it such a great Supporter-Supportee relationship? When you TAKE the time out for others? I think so anywho.
Learning she was only 11(actually younger) when she started out to fulfill her ambition, she has since been a role model to me. How you can have fun in doing what you love, and loving the people who love you all the same.
However, I do get a little annoyed when people go, did you see the Bieber girl? Who is she? and she's labelled as the Bieber girl. I mean, wouldn't you like to be known for what you do and love than who's music video you were in? If you don't already know who I'm talking about go watch the behind the scenes of Baby!
She is undeniably talented and confident. She has a big heart, and has been helping non-profitable charities for kids her age, has been performing in various schools and also sung the national anthem for her home country in the Phillipines, and also the states. She has proved to be versatile and flexible, confident and ever-giving, with her supporters as income (emotionally)
Since last year, JV has came up with 2 hits, revolving around boys and relationships. This time, its a GIRL singing bout a boy, so if we GIRLS sing it, its gotta sound better than Bieberboy's BOY stuff right??
So ROLL OVER BIEBER! The rise of JASMINEV has JUST BEGUN! Mwahahaha!
To me, Jasmine Villegas is a true representation of despite how YOUNG you are, you are never too old to dream, and never too YOUNG to do what you love, and never too YOUNG to map out your FUTURE. That with hard work and endless perseverance, along with a heavy dose of love for what you do, you can do anything. Anything's Possible!
Therefore, Dream Big, Dream Now.
Be it Fashion, Music or Writing. (Directed to ME. teehee)
or dancing, acting and sports, or modelling or counselling, or whatever WHATEVER WHATEVER your passion is, grasp onto that fragment, and piece it to your puzzle so you'd have a clear picture of your life.
Please do support Jasmine Villegas, and her upcoming album. Here are two of her recent hits I do love!
I Own This (2009)
Serious (2010)
This is indeed a funny thing, I promised myself I wouldn't touch the computer till after my exams, but I simply SIMPLY have to. This stress is too much for one tiny speck of me to hold and carry for another week... So, I decided too!
I never really did any piece on any person in particular, but a part of me actually feels like I NEED to do this. Its been a twirling bout of thought in this nut I call a brain long before I actually thought of starting this blog on a fine march. The title says the name, but do you know the person?
Jasmine Villegas born on December 7th 1993, is an American Youtuber of Filipino and Mexican descent. I would guess most of those who know her, know her through Bieber Boy and his Baby Video. The girl he was chasing? That one? In the baby video?? Not the other ones, just the Baby one... In case you have not sensed the much added sarcasm with a good dose of good ol' humor, it was present. Yes, indeed, Bieber and his Babes... How catchy. I don't mean to sound rude or against him, I do love his music and it's forever upbeat lyrics about how a boy feels about a girl, and the ENDLESS times I see GIRLS singing them...
Re-Enactment: Walking down the street a beautiful girl sings.. There's gonna be one less lonely girl... me + You, I will tell you one time, Shorty's like an eenie meenie miney mo luhvuh... one time, one time..
Singing songs about how a guy feels about a girl...
I have to admit, Bieber Boy is rather the charmer, and his songs have catchy beats with good tunes that keep listeners on the go. A sweet easy listening, fun and upbeat playlist. Even my Indie friend likes him.
ENOUGH ABOUT BIEBERBOY! THIS IS ABOUT JAY V!
Yes, unfortunate for you Bieberettes and dudes, its time for who I'm really taking about.
From outlets advertisments ranging from Target to Macy's, Mary-Kate and Ashley and Hillary Duff, to Macdonald's and more, Jasmine has been featured in them. She has starred in family-friendly fun (say that 20 times on a spinning chair) sitcoms like 'My Wife and Kids', and 'That's So Raven', two of my favourite hilarious series (especially the latter). Since young, JV has been performing and modeling, then, doesn't that just spell out her career?
It didn't start there, and I'm proud to say it didn't, or the Jasmine I would see, wouldn't be the inspiration she is to me now.
In 2007, the peak period where majority of the first generation Youtubers move from just viewers to directors, Jasmine Villegas posted her videos, sprouting from a fun-loving and bubbly girl, to an older, more mature and experienced teen she is today. The months went pass, and the videos increased, her soulful covers garnered the support of many other Youtubers, and the start of her growing fan base, or more like friend base..
My sudden love for music in 2007, and singing(credits to Bianca Ryan) got me to use Youtube more than I knew how to, and by late 2007, I was viewing the growing and nurturing of current great Youtube artistes like Savannah Outen, Jessica Sanchez, Thia Megia, Charice, Tiffany Alvord, Mia Rose and the only guy (NOT BIEBER BOY) Nick Pitera and his lovely rendition of A Whole New World. They all grew a fan base in Youtube, where I happy to say, they never stopped singing to. However, growing fan bases and lack of management and yearning of ambition equates to a painfully difficult life for these artistes in hopes to achieve their dreams. Thus, responding to fans become difficult when unlike celebrities, they have no assistants at their beck and call.
Over the years since I stumbled upon Jasmine Villegas, she never stopped showing appreciation to her fans, and even responded to them. Constant love, care, and attention to people brings about more friends than fans, and thus the Jasminators were formed. Definition: Jasmine Villegas supporters who won't stand for haters, and back JV up anytime. Isn't it such a great Supporter-Supportee relationship? When you TAKE the time out for others? I think so anywho.
However, I do get a little annoyed when people go, did you see the Bieber girl? Who is she? and she's labelled as the Bieber girl. I mean, wouldn't you like to be known for what you do and love than who's music video you were in? If you don't already know who I'm talking about go watch the behind the scenes of Baby!
She is undeniably talented and confident. She has a big heart, and has been helping non-profitable charities for kids her age, has been performing in various schools and also sung the national anthem for her home country in the Phillipines, and also the states. She has proved to be versatile and flexible, confident and ever-giving, with her supporters as income (emotionally)
Since last year, JV has came up with 2 hits, revolving around boys and relationships. This time, its a GIRL singing bout a boy, so if we GIRLS sing it, its gotta sound better than Bieberboy's BOY stuff right??
So ROLL OVER BIEBER! The rise of JASMINEV has JUST BEGUN! Mwahahaha!
To me, Jasmine Villegas is a true representation of despite how YOUNG you are, you are never too old to dream, and never too YOUNG to do what you love, and never too YOUNG to map out your FUTURE. That with hard work and endless perseverance, along with a heavy dose of love for what you do, you can do anything. Anything's Possible!
Therefore, Dream Big, Dream Now.
Be it Fashion, Music or Writing. (Directed to ME. teehee)
or dancing, acting and sports, or modelling or counselling, or whatever WHATEVER WHATEVER your passion is, grasp onto that fragment, and piece it to your puzzle so you'd have a clear picture of your life.
Please do support Jasmine Villegas, and her upcoming album. Here are two of her recent hits I do love!
I Own This (2009)
Serious (2010)
THIS IS DEDICATED TO JASMINE VILLEGAS AND ALL HER SUPPORTERS OUT THERE!
TO FIND OUT MORE ABOUT JASMINE VILLEGAS, VISIT HER YOUTUBE CHANNEL HERE! IT IS MUCH MUCH BETTER THAN A FULL PAGE BIOGRAPHY WRITTEN BY SOMEONE ELSE. HOPEFULLY I CAN DO AN INTERVIEW, BUT TILL THEN...
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GREAT THANKS TO ROSEBARBIE FOR FOLLOWING ME AND COMMENTING ON MY POST. I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO THANK MY OTHER FOLLOWERS WHO DO SO TOO. PLEASE DO CHECK THEIR BLOGS!
IT IS FOR PEOPLE WHO CARE TO READ AND COMMENT, THAT I FEEL BETTER AND STRONGER AS A PERSON. WHATEVER TRIALS THAT I GO THROUGH A SOOTHED BY THE THOUGHT THAT SOMEWHERE, OUT THERE, SOMEONE APPRECIATES WHAT I LOVE TO DO.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!
Friday, April 23, 2010
Stolen Identity
I have only a sickening slot of 20 minutes to finish this piece I would so love to finish. There, Stolen Identity. I would first like to clearly apologise to the lack of daily laundry to post for the world to see. Where I come from, children from the age of 'able-to-take-exams' to 'able-to-explode-from-a-pandemonium-of-exams' have the mid-monster exams. Yes, while most of the world is having a lovely summer, basking in the warm and inviting sunlight, I am stuck with studies. Evidently.
This piece was inspired in the spur of the moment when a certain kin of mine whom I so much strive to excel ahead off now said she wanted to intern with a local magazine. I wanted to wring her by the neck and... Sixpense none the richer soothed me though. I am re-obsessing over Kiss Me.
I have tried so hard to deviate from the norm, and oh-so inspired statement from a certain literature text. I truly have. Everything that makes me, makes no one near me, anything like me. The word doctors were released from the lips of those who were our providers and supporters. The great lawyer occupation was the enforced on me at a tender age of nothing but 5. I didn't know exactly what this lawyer was, but I knew it would be something I aspire to be. True enough, she gobbled up the this privilege of aspiring to be one. I switched it up, changed a bit here and there so I could be different from her, so I would not be constantly compared. Yet again I failed.
My true first inspiration was a certain girl called Bianca Ryan. She is the first singer I've heard, to move me in a long time. I aspired in that split second, to be a singer. Cliched, I know. It was the first simple aspiration I had out of the tight expectations. It led to vocal lessons, and since we were kins, she too had them. After stopping the lessons, I was forgotten. Unremembered. Cut off from the fact that it was I who wanted to sing. I loved it. Yet, it was she who gained recognition for it, absorping my aspiration as her own, singing her soft praises were many. I hated it. I was hurt by it so deeply no one would ever know, or understand. Selfish! Supposed adults of the world might say. I say, If you would like to be so common like the rest of the minute cubby-holed prune of a person you are, leave me out of the picture. I want to shine, to the maximum potential all cliches can bring.
No one remembered my love for music. No one.
I wanted to be a journalist, and in the eyes of those who provide for us, if I aspire to be one, so should she. So they promote and advertise her to the world of the beauty she is. She truly is, my sister. No doubt. She is pretty in ways. I do love her, my sister, yet, I want my own identity. So, I embarked on a journey far and beyond, uncovering my seemingly new found love for fashion, cosmetics and other materialistic jargon. It wasn't to fit in, It was to fit out. She wins yet again, overtrampling my sense of fashion, mocking so politely at what I wear. I didn't mind, I drank in the acid that stung. Now that she wants to work as an intern? I want to scream to God and beg him to take me away. I want to live far far away where oppurtunity arises FAIRLY, without providers to promote and advertise simply because someone was older and would experience things first. STOP LIMITING THE POTENTIAL OF THE YOUNG SIMPLY BECAUSE OLD IS CONSIDERED MATURE ENOUGH. It should be a crime punishable by an endless rampage of angry and broken potential-charged kids, forever.
Stop enforcing your one child's dream to be the statement and proof of your unbiasness and equality in treatment. As much as a child can understand, driving him to the point of stangling bitterness for what you think is right is simply wrong. To those out there who feel like your identity's been stolen, don't give up. Ever.
Like Miley sings, "When my world is falling apart, when there's no light to break up the dark, that's when you look at dreams"
Maybe this post is just to encourage myself and ME only to not be crippled into a length of hurt. Maybe this post is a dillusion and a propaganda to rise an army of dreamers. I can imagine cant I?
So thus, I shall keep all I love to myself and this piece of sun that airs my laundry.
She can try to steal an identity that forms around her by expectations, but I am saddened that her true passion for dance has diminished.
"Limit the young, and they start limiting your love"
Translation: When you start limiting their potentials, they start wondering if you love them enough to except and nurture ther passion, then, they stop feeling your love.
What I want, she suddenly wants too. My growing love for all things with quality is stumbled on by her piercing words of my pickiness. How I should conform and adapt to different people so THEY feel comfortable. No, can't, do. I'm not gonna be a people pleaser, even if it means me going through depression ALONE.
Constantly equalise your children, and you'll realise that you have just cut off their potential almost immediatelt. OR, maybe you're just some evil bigger jack-in-the-box. Smiling for all the wrong reasons.
Regardless, my love for writing will never waver, for its the last thing I have, that she doesn't, and hopefully, does not know off.
I love writing, english, songs, music and all things unimaginable where I live. I will continue to be a part of that unimaginable, and I will grow. I will grow away, because though apples don't fall far from the tree, the seeds are different. The fruits will be eaten and the seeds will be spat out. Where it lands, is only for the seed to know...
Dreams
Take.
Give.
Plow.
Grow.
That's all I want to know.
The clouds.
I long to be
part of. Endlessly
floating.
- C
I will persist. I will persist. This deep hurt I feel spurs me only to aim higher, and yet, to only get far away from this deep embedded bitterness I cannot confess for I will be condemned.
I will grow up, live in USA and make it, then you go tell everyone that she loves to do what I do. I couldn't be bothered if thats all you say, cause along the years, my bitterness becomes numb, and I am used to it. Being used to it, doesn't mean I feel better about it. It simply means, I'm used to the excruciating emotional pain, and no, I won't say: until I can't feel anything, cause it hurts deep. And because it hurts deep, I feel it so often, its regular. The action that is...
So I float I fly, I try. Its not good enough cause I'm not her. So, just have her. Set me free.
This piece was inspired in the spur of the moment when a certain kin of mine whom I so much strive to excel ahead off now said she wanted to intern with a local magazine. I wanted to wring her by the neck and... Sixpense none the richer soothed me though. I am re-obsessing over Kiss Me.
I have tried so hard to deviate from the norm, and oh-so inspired statement from a certain literature text. I truly have. Everything that makes me, makes no one near me, anything like me. The word doctors were released from the lips of those who were our providers and supporters. The great lawyer occupation was the enforced on me at a tender age of nothing but 5. I didn't know exactly what this lawyer was, but I knew it would be something I aspire to be. True enough, she gobbled up the this privilege of aspiring to be one. I switched it up, changed a bit here and there so I could be different from her, so I would not be constantly compared. Yet again I failed.
My true first inspiration was a certain girl called Bianca Ryan. She is the first singer I've heard, to move me in a long time. I aspired in that split second, to be a singer. Cliched, I know. It was the first simple aspiration I had out of the tight expectations. It led to vocal lessons, and since we were kins, she too had them. After stopping the lessons, I was forgotten. Unremembered. Cut off from the fact that it was I who wanted to sing. I loved it. Yet, it was she who gained recognition for it, absorping my aspiration as her own, singing her soft praises were many. I hated it. I was hurt by it so deeply no one would ever know, or understand. Selfish! Supposed adults of the world might say. I say, If you would like to be so common like the rest of the minute cubby-holed prune of a person you are, leave me out of the picture. I want to shine, to the maximum potential all cliches can bring.
No one remembered my love for music. No one.
I wanted to be a journalist, and in the eyes of those who provide for us, if I aspire to be one, so should she. So they promote and advertise her to the world of the beauty she is. She truly is, my sister. No doubt. She is pretty in ways. I do love her, my sister, yet, I want my own identity. So, I embarked on a journey far and beyond, uncovering my seemingly new found love for fashion, cosmetics and other materialistic jargon. It wasn't to fit in, It was to fit out. She wins yet again, overtrampling my sense of fashion, mocking so politely at what I wear. I didn't mind, I drank in the acid that stung. Now that she wants to work as an intern? I want to scream to God and beg him to take me away. I want to live far far away where oppurtunity arises FAIRLY, without providers to promote and advertise simply because someone was older and would experience things first. STOP LIMITING THE POTENTIAL OF THE YOUNG SIMPLY BECAUSE OLD IS CONSIDERED MATURE ENOUGH. It should be a crime punishable by an endless rampage of angry and broken potential-charged kids, forever.
Stop enforcing your one child's dream to be the statement and proof of your unbiasness and equality in treatment. As much as a child can understand, driving him to the point of stangling bitterness for what you think is right is simply wrong. To those out there who feel like your identity's been stolen, don't give up. Ever.
Like Miley sings, "When my world is falling apart, when there's no light to break up the dark, that's when you look at dreams"
Maybe this post is just to encourage myself and ME only to not be crippled into a length of hurt. Maybe this post is a dillusion and a propaganda to rise an army of dreamers. I can imagine cant I?
So thus, I shall keep all I love to myself and this piece of sun that airs my laundry.
She can try to steal an identity that forms around her by expectations, but I am saddened that her true passion for dance has diminished.
"Limit the young, and they start limiting your love"
Translation: When you start limiting their potentials, they start wondering if you love them enough to except and nurture ther passion, then, they stop feeling your love.
What I want, she suddenly wants too. My growing love for all things with quality is stumbled on by her piercing words of my pickiness. How I should conform and adapt to different people so THEY feel comfortable. No, can't, do. I'm not gonna be a people pleaser, even if it means me going through depression ALONE.
Constantly equalise your children, and you'll realise that you have just cut off their potential almost immediatelt. OR, maybe you're just some evil bigger jack-in-the-box. Smiling for all the wrong reasons.
Regardless, my love for writing will never waver, for its the last thing I have, that she doesn't, and hopefully, does not know off.
I love writing, english, songs, music and all things unimaginable where I live. I will continue to be a part of that unimaginable, and I will grow. I will grow away, because though apples don't fall far from the tree, the seeds are different. The fruits will be eaten and the seeds will be spat out. Where it lands, is only for the seed to know...
Dreams
Take.
Give.
Plow.
Grow.
That's all I want to know.
The clouds.
I long to be
part of. Endlessly
floating.
- C
I will persist. I will persist. This deep hurt I feel spurs me only to aim higher, and yet, to only get far away from this deep embedded bitterness I cannot confess for I will be condemned.
I will grow up, live in USA and make it, then you go tell everyone that she loves to do what I do. I couldn't be bothered if thats all you say, cause along the years, my bitterness becomes numb, and I am used to it. Being used to it, doesn't mean I feel better about it. It simply means, I'm used to the excruciating emotional pain, and no, I won't say: until I can't feel anything, cause it hurts deep. And because it hurts deep, I feel it so often, its regular. The action that is...
So I float I fly, I try. Its not good enough cause I'm not her. So, just have her. Set me free.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
SHIA LABEOUF! SHIA LABEOUF!
Yes. I have an obsession with this one great person.....
Yes you people who read this, I am in love with Shia Labeouf... WORK. This is one of those celebrity admirations. Some people have Zac Efron, some have a range of Jonas Brothers to choose from. Some have I don't know, JUSTIN BIEBER? I have Shia Labeouf. A true artist, I think. I have to say, I fell in love with his work during Even Stevens...
I find it simply amazing how someone can portray a comedic character, and a serious one, with the same face with such versatility. I was awed when I came across the show Tru Confessions, and Disturbia. My all time favourite shows featuring Shia. He has such intense talent, its ridiculous. He is an awfully good example of a GOOD, YOUNG, PROFESSIONAL ACTOR. One who is able to play all roles, convincingly to an audience of regular viewers, or first time viewers.
He plays both child-like and adult-like roles. I admit, I had a celeb crush on him. Okay, maybe a big one, but its really not a crush, just admiration. I wouldn't know, at 11, the lines are a bit blurry. I would truly like to commend such skill and passion in acting. I've seem most of his movies, of which he has acted along side some of my favorite female leads like Christy Carlson Romano, Megan Fox even..
On second thought, maybe I do have a celebrity crush on Shia Saide Labeouf. I even thought it was fate that his birthday was 9yrs and a few days apart. Seriously, I bought a magazine because he was on it. I mean, I did that for MJ (Rest in Peace), in his case nearly every magazine that paid a tribute to him, but that's different, MJ made history for 40 yrs. Literally. So obviously, in remembrance I bought those. ANYWAY. As you can see, I show my appreciation in very fan-like ways, so maybe I am a fan of some sort, but who wouldn't? Shia Labeouf is awesome!
I guess what I'm trying to express simply is my strong appreciation and admiration for Shia, and his work, in the most 'mature' way possible, even though squirms and shrieks can be heard when I spot him on tv (Ohmygawsh, did I just admit that?!). I can only hope to meet him, spot him, and grab a quick picture (maybe a friendly hug). But. My most beyond earth, what-on-earth-are-you-dreaming, its-oh-so-impossible!, dont-bother-thinking-about-it, dream, is to write a novel, just so Shia can act in it. (: [Yes! A smiley, something I never usually put in writing]
He has such an amazing personality (I read so on certain sites/magazines etc. I don't know if its entirely true), and he has such a golden heart (He is filial towards his parents despite having a not so lovely past), and he seems to be someone who's very sentimental, yet serious in all he does.
The story would be a real meaningful one, maybe romance, or high school romance, with more substance than the typical 'popular people, non-popular people, non-popular guy, popular girl....' blah blah blah. Not that those stories have no substance, they do, in very different ways depending on the morals, and underlying meaning the story is steered towards. Overall, I hope to meet him in person, maybe drop a jaw and gasp when I do. Till then, and after, I have this blog and its beautiful readers.
I do apologize very much for so many non-fashion posts. Like I said, I've grown to be really REALLY into this writing stuff, I love it. I don't want it to be just all about passion. Its like putting a piece of me out there, and I don't want to just have great fashion and style knowledge, my first passion was music, and my most constant, is language. Of which the latter is currently in practice!
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Like I said, I love reaching out to my followers, whether they do read or not, is different, I choose to believe the better. I would therefore like to thank Frida E. my newest follower for giving me a chance to be part of her blogging/reading life.
It is an honor to be able to write/type, and an honor to do so for many who come across this blog.
P.S Rate my blogskin? Its from cutestblogontheblock.com, which is simply really cool. I wanted something vintage with the usual Louis Vuitton like prints, but I thought something bright would do much better.
P.P.S I prefer Shia without the beard. It makes most charming actors (to me), look old...
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Reminder to self: Watch The Pirates of Central Park if i can find it...
Thursday, April 1, 2010
M³
Movie Mania and More!
Today, I have decided to do a Movie writing??? The sequence would go like this, "Video Trailer or Part 1 of the movie(If I can't find the trailer), Summary, My Review, My ratings." Before I continue on, I would just like to say more, like I always do! Movies are what I like to call a moving picture. Isn't it amazing to capture life in its most fine, but what about life, recorded, and then, not only can you watch these go on a continuously like a fresh piece of memory, it is forever, available to be seen, and heard. To me, movies are my favourite form of entertainment. Why? Because movies, can never be boring (Depending on your favorite genre, favourite aspects of a movie), or maybe I'm referring to videos. Nonetheless, if I could make a video of anything, it would be the best, worst and most embarrassing times of my life. Simply because, they are the key points which mark my life.
My first boyfriend (That was in Kindergarten! I've never had one since!), my first swim, first barbie doll, first pet, first dog, first race, first charity help, even this blog, and OH. MA. GAWSH! I just stumbled upon an old Disney movie that is showing exactly what I'm talking about like 2 seconds ago! Okay, I am going to start now since the end of the introduction is the beginning of every start.
FYI, this is like mostly, or I think ALL Disney Channel Movies? I hope its not too cheesy for some of you who feel Disney Channel's a brainwasher, but I think I miss the old Disney. Really. Like I said in my Selena Piece, its been part of my life, and at one point in time, Disney did have a lot more meaning to teenagers out there, but now, it feels like Playhouse Disney, and Disney, is no different. I'm the Disney baby of 2003, I started with my first Disney based movie, A Christmas Carol, re-aired in December 2003. I guess I'd have a future rant on the Disney Revolution once I get through the research and such. Meanwhile...
TRU CONFESSIONS
Online Wiki Summary
Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen
Online IMDb Summary
For most parts, this movie, already has its own piece I've written on it, so you know how much I love it, but that doesn't mean I would for the other movies, I just decided to compile them into one for now. Having a dream is what everyone can do, but pursuing it with all your heart, and keeping it, is the real challenge. Now millions of people probably wonder why "Challenge" is so important, I guess "Challenge" isn't the word, but you can't possibly express the gratifying satisfaction of success and reaching this heartfelt goal in one word. This movie shows it all, how sometimes you can want something to much, you go all out, even all wrong, but sometimes, with a little sincerity, and the people you love the most, everything can turn for the better, cause not everything is about YOU. No matter how famous anyone becomes, it is evident there is someone who is there for them, with only YOU in the picture, you are nothing.
Get A Clue
Online IMDb Summary
It seems like a suspense/thriller a first, but to me, this show is all about, plus more. I wish it had its own sitcom. It tells a story of a girl Lexy Gold, who is very privileged. She has a dream, and aspiration, and what more, a best friend who supports her. The thing about Lexy is that her dreams are wonderful, but sometimes, you need to step out of your "comfort ZONE" to expose yourself to the rest of the world. You have no idea what hard work, determination, a little bit of luck and lots of exposure can do to you!
Pixel Perfect
Online IMDb Summary
This was a 'classic' must watch then when Phil of the Future was IN, or at least IN Disney Channel. To be honest, I only watched it cause Ricky Ullman was in it, and he was in PoF, and Aly Michalka was in PoF too. This isn't really an explainable link, but there's a link. Pixel Perfect made me cry. Yes, it did. Sometimes, we do not notice the people we truly care about until their lives are in danger (When Sam was in a coma), and sometimes we don't see how much someone can mean to us by just being the seemingly wrong part of out lives until they are ultimately GONE. (When Loretta 'died') I really liked the message I thought this movie was trying to send. "If you look closer, you'll realize there's so much more one person can mean in your life."
The Cheetah Girls (NOT ONE WORLD!)
Online Wiki Summary
This was my all time favorite Disney show of that year. Simply because I love love loved That's so Raven, and if Raven was in a Disney Movie, I simply HAD to watch it. I loved the show because since ever I don't know when, I cultivated my love for music. This added the first few scoops of inspiration. Imagine having a group of friends you love, and throughout all hardships, you make it to your dreams, together. It doesn't have to be just friends, it could be family too! I guess, what I'm trying to say, is that, throughout life, there are these knots and knottiers between you and the people you love OR hate. You just have to go on with it, look past that, and gaze at the almost (BIG) picture. You would soon realize, that a nice picture have nice things in it, if its empty it isn't a picture at all. Similarly, without your loved or hated ones, success isn't so fulfilling.
I can't write much if you've read the complaint, I.. I mean explanation post directly before this. I really hope it won't affect my love for blogging, I absolutely hate being rushed especially when doing something I love, I get pretty pissed off when someone does THAT to me. So therefore, I have to end here...
Overall, I give all these shows ★★★★★! They all rock in their own way at different times I watch them... I LOVE MOVIES!!! and.. GOOD OL' DISNEY!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
BlogBook 101
Dear Readers,
I apologize sincerely for a very fortunate, yet fortunate situation pertaining to me. I love this blog wholeheartedly. I know I've said that many times, but its only cause I mean it, and it IS from my heart. This is the one place I enjoy letting my thoughts and feelings run free to and with those who read. When I am so stressed out from friends, family, school, life in general, I reach the keyboard, and my fingers tingle with excitement every time I begin on a piece. As soon as my fingers start working away, my mind is at ease, and every mind boggling, "slap" of situations are easily forgotten. I am somehow, 'de-stressed'.
So here I am writing this away, with the mere 9 minutes I am given. Why? Because poor me, C here, has a strict study schedule. This is to curb my lazy ways, and grow more determination and discipline. Which is really good for anyone in general. So here is a short summary of what is going on with me.
1) I have not been doing extremely well in all my subjects
2) This has caused a study plan to be born.
3) This study plan is terribly hectic, and tiring.
4) I want to fulfill this study plan for the month of April to set my discipline.
5) It would be my greatest accomplishment!
6) This means I have to study for 4 hours.
7) This means I have to record what I do every minute of the day.
8) This means I can't spend as much time with this beloved blog.
9) This means I would be focusing on my exams.
10) This means I am a bit sad.
So this source of rant would be really limited for I would be forced to submit to this schedule. My outlet is currently shut. I don't know how I would burst, but I sure would. I am not complaining, but I really would miss surfing the internet for hours, just to find the perfect story to string together in my 'blog post' aka pieces. I have thus devised a system for the blog's benefit.
INTRODUCING... BLOGBOOK!
Definition: A notebook where I would handwrite my pieces on, any time of the day.
Objective: Save me more typing time as my pieces are pre-written.
Benefits:
- I would be able to record any random feelings, happenings at any time of the day!
- I would be able to post my pieces.
Downside:
- Pre-planned/written writings are stale. (They leave a bad taste in my brain)
- Pre-planned/written pieces are possibly boring for a writer. (There's no in the MOMENT spur)
- It would get less interesting for me as a writer
Possible Downside counter-balances:
- Post on weekends (I AM FREE TO POST!!)
- Post small bits and big bits on weekends
- Twitter (I don't approve of twitter over blog though)
Thank you for reading this. Please comment any Any ANy ANY ANY ANY ideas you have at all! Thanks!
Im afraid I may develop HRDD. Hyper-rushed D Disorder. I have no idea what I'm saying, but you get the picture!!
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