Dear You, Love Me

Dear You,

You are beautiful. Please don’t disregard that fact. You may not be a conventional beautiful with thigh gaps and fair skin, but you are beautiful in my eyes. You are funny and spunky and sporty and sweet and caring and so many other adjectives that just begs to be noticed. So please don’t look down on yourself. Please don’t bring yourself down. Just because other people can’t see it, just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean your strengths aren’t there. It pains me to always hear you looking down on yourself. How many times must I tell you that you are amazing? One thing for sure, you are an amazing friend. I feel like I can trust you, I feel like I can tell you my deepest secrets, and you’re one of the very very few people who makes me feel that way. So thank you. Thank you very much. And please, please just love yourself. Nobody deserves your love more than you do. Please love yourself, and I love you too.

“Butterflies can’t see their wings. They can’t see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that as well.”
— Naya Rivera

Love,
Me

Dear You, Love Me

Specialisation Is For Insects

A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.

— Robert A. Heinlein

(I found this really witty and sort of relevant to my situation right now, as I have to choose my subject combination for next year…)

Specialisation Is For Insects

Ramblings of a Teenager

It’s been a month since I have poured my thoughts out here.
It’s 22 30h on a Sunday night, awaiting a promised hectic week crammed with quizzes, presentations and other graded assignments. So is the life of a teenage student.
Being a teenager is so confusing. I feel more strongly about things – I cry easily at movies, I smile easier at books, I get angry about the smallest things. The latter is why I have this blog, this little secret corner of mine where no one I know but me knows.

My classmates complain that my biology teacher is not “good”. Why? Because during practicals, she does not give us the answers like my chemistry or physics teacher. Because she does not highlight exactly we are going to be tested on for our graded practical assignment. The more they complain (which they do almost every week without fail), I get more irritated at them. If school was full of lessons where providing answers and solutions were expected, there need not be school at all. One could just be provided with stacks and stacks of answers sheets, and just study them and be called “educated”. My idea of school is a safe places with competent people to teach, guide and nurture youngsters, to allow youngsters to grow into young mature adults. My idea of learning is to find answers of your own, or to cope with the unknown. Yes, provided answers would help us a lot, I do not deny that. But if you are not provided with them, why complain? Why not just search for those answers on your own? Why not cope with whatever information you have, no matter how little, and strive for the best? That would probably help us in the future, when we grow up. Because when we grow up, we cannot expect the answers to be laid out in front of us, just waiting for us. We have to search and obtain it. The answers, solutions, whatever that may be shall be the Golden Fleece, and we the Jasons. So to my friends who think my biology teacher is not “good”, think again.

Ramblings of a Teenager

Live Each Day Like Your Last

There are very few things that wow us anymore. A child will see something as simple as a garage door opening and it’s literally all they will talk about for weeks. As an adult, we will see a human person ride a bike, catapult over eighteen cars that are on fire, land on a skateboard, slid down a ramp, and end up in the backseat of a taxi, and be like,”Yeah, that was all right. But did you see the guy who pogo sticked over thirty-eight grandmothers?” I’m not saying we need to live like babies in every way. I mean, sure, it would be great to get carried around in a papoose. Who wouldn’t want that? But I am glad I’m potty trained and I’m not always trying to eat my feet like babies do. I just wish we could hold on to that sense of wonder because sometimes we don’t notice some of the most incredible things in the world. We walk by beautiful flowers and trees every day without looking at them. We rush through our day without even saying hi to most of the people we see. We take a lot for granted, and I think that’s why some people say it’s better to live each day as our last. That way we might start appreciating more things around us. Either that or we would immediately quit our jobs to go live in a yurt.

— Ellen Degeneres

Live Each Day Like Your Last

Love is love

I’m so happy that DOMA is overruled and that gay people are allowed to get married. I don’t know if my facts are right, but I’m just so happy that there is a breakthrough in gay rights.

I live in a more “conservative” country. I guess you can say that. When I was younger, the word “gay” and “lesbian” were teases or insults. I never thought that were actually gay and lesbian people in the world. But after I grew more mature, and I started watching Glee, I realised that there was a whole new world in front of me.

And I realised I was okay with people being gay. I didn’t care if they kiss or had public displays of affection. It didn’t disgust me. In fact, I thought it was sweet.

I’m glad I did. I’m glad that I was open-minded and not discriminative against a unique group of people who aren’t doing anything else either than loving someone they love.

My mom isn’t as open-minded as me. I thought she was, when we watched Glee together and she didn’t react negatively or violently. But I knew she was open to the fact because one day, she told me that she didn’t send me to a girls’ school for me to turn out lesbian. When I heard that, I was really upset. Who cares if I’m a lesbian? I should be allowed to be whoever I am!

Then I realised, if I should be allowed to be whoever I am, then she should be allowed to have whatever opinions she have. So I let it go, and from then I never mind what negative things people might say about homosexuality. Sure, I get upset when I see homophobic slurs, but people are entitled to their own opinions.

Love is love. That’s my opinion. People can love whoever they want. I support the LGBT community.

Thoughts on Graceland:
On a side note, I watched the latest episode of Graceland and I’m just love this episode so much. I love every episode, period. I wanted to create a Tumblr again so that I can reblog all those beautiful gifs (and Les Mis and Avengers), but I hesitated. Anyway, I love how realistic it is. That even though Mike is professional and graduated with highest honours, he’s still green. He’s still a “kid” and he gets affected. He’s not that experienced as he shows, because he obviously hasn’t seen much of that kind of stuff, like how innocent people just die. When Briggs shot the guys in the pilot episode, it was because those guys did something wrong. But Eddie, he didn’t. He was doing something illegal, but he was doing it to make a living. Not for the fun of it. I love the last scene where you see Mike breaking down. I wanted to cry then. I wasn’t affected by Eddie’s suicide, because I know it’s a show and it’s just acting, but I see Mike and then I feel a bit of how he felt – shock, a bit of grief – and I feel like crying too. The cast is amazing. I love them all.

Love is love

Debatable

Today I helped out at my school’s P5 camp, and we attended this bilingual debate. The debate question was: Should military service be compulsory for women? This question set me thinking, so here’s my opinion.

I disagree.
Scientific studies have shown that women are less physically fit and compatible for military service. Women are already given the choice to join military service; military service is just not compulsory for women. If women feel compelled to join military service and feel that they’re fit for military service, then they should join. But the government should not force every woman to join military service. Not all women are physically compatible for military service. Making military service compulsory for women may promote gender equality, but by forcing every women into military service, you’re disregarding women’s rights.
It’s true that women don’t have to be on the battlefield should they join military service; they can contribute to other areas such as medical and technology. But if that’s the case, shouldn’t the women go to university to study these areas?
By forcing women to join the military service, you are putting women next to the men. Women are definitely less physically fit compared to men, and are definitely more vulnerable. Making women to fight next to men, you are exposing their weaknesses to men. The men may look down on them, may taunt them. The women’s self-esteem are not boosted, in fact, they might lose confidence.
In military service, teamwork is of utmost importance. Should one person be lagging behind, the entire team is penalized. If women were put amongst the men, and if women lagged behind the men because they’re not as fit as the men, the men will be penalized because of the women. Tension between both genders will arise because the men begrudges the women. Then, the team won’t be able to work well. Are you suppose to promote gender harmony, or encourage gender prejudice?
Women can join military service, but they should not be forced to join military service. I’m not saying women are useless to the country’s defence, I’m just saying they are more suitable contributing to other areas of the country’s defence like economic and social aspects.

(P.S. This is my 50th blog post, so I thought I’ll try and post something intellectual. Emphasis on the word “try”.)

Debatable