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I believe that beauty is relative. Everyone has different ideals, and we all have the right to decide on what we do about our own appearances. I personally have and eccentric sense of fashion that I suppose many would consider quite odd, and yet I’ve always believed that I’m entitled to wear whatever I consider attractive, regardless of popular opinion or whether or not it fits in with the latest trends. It’s for this reason that I go completely insane with irritation whenever someone thinks it’s acceptable to stick their noses into my business and question my personal fashion choices.

For instance, a few days ago I decided to wear heels to attend my university lectures. As my university requires a uniform, my shoes are pretty much the only thing I actually get to choose. I wanted to wear something unique and expressive, plus the heels were pretty adorable. It isn’t a crime to wear heels, but one of the other girls attending the same lecture decided to ask me why I wore heels. It was a harmless question, and if it had stopped there I wouldn’t have given it a second thought really. Except it didn’t stop there; she then continued to tell me that in her opinion, I shouldn’t wear heels because everyone else was wearing flats, and heels just “look weird”. It’s not just the heels, but she also went on to suggest I also change my hairstyle, and let my hair down like the rest of the girls, because “everyone has long silky hair and that’s what’s beautiful”. Well excuse me, but I don’t particularly care about what everyone else is wearing. It irks me somewhat that fashion has become a game of “who can be the fastest to follow”, when it really should be about expressing your individuality.

Although it is difficult to not take appearances into account when observing those around us, I still find it bothersome that physical appearance plays such an important role in the way we view others. When we first meet someone, before even getting to know them we subconsciously take in details regarding their appearance. We look at their gender, their skin, their features… As if recognising a person by their looks is the same as knowing who they are. I’m not going to go all the way to say that we are a bad race because we consider appearance instead of only looking at the personality or whatever. I’m just saying that there’s more to people than good looks. It’s perfectly fine to find certain people highly attractive, and other’s less attractive. It’s fine to notice what others are wearing, and to try to look good yourself. What’s NOT fine, however, is when you judge people solely based on their appearance, and what they’re wearing. What I really dislike is when my more… self-confident peers would judge strangers by what they’re wearing, and if the clothes they see are deemed tacky or if the person does not fit the requirements of “attractiveness”, the stranger is put in the forever-not-my-friend zone. When did friendship become about grabbing the most glamorous people? Mind you, this irritating phenomenon goes both ways. I find it equally annoying when my friends and I would walk past someone who’s stereo typically considered “pretty”, and one of my friends would snigger and say “I’d never be as dumb as her to waste so much time and money on make-up. I’ve got better things to do. I mean, I actually have a life.” I don’t appreciate this linkage of beauty and stupidity (and that’s putting it pretty lightly). Just because someone wants to look good, and puts some effort into their appearance so they can walk out feeling happy and confident, does not mean that they are shallow and that they don’t have things to do either. I’m not sure if this applies as much to the male population, but being a female I know first hand that this happens far too often. The real question though, is why do we do it? Why do we separate ourselves into different categories and discriminate against each other? It’s really unnecessary. We’re all gorgeous in our own ways (and I know some hater is probably going to say that’s too arrogant of me, because society is never pleased, but I genuinely believe it) and there’s no need to judge other people just because they don’t look exactly like you do. Put the gossip mag down, and let’s all get along.

Don’t change yourself to suit the preferences of others. Don’t think that you have to lose weight just because you think you have to look like a lingerie model to be beautiful. You don’t. If you want to lose weight, it should be because YOU want to have a healthier lifestyle, not because some jerk said you were chubby. There’s no need to starve yourself just because people can’t see your bones (those things are hidden under skin for a reason). Don’t feel like you need to spend ages on your make up and clothing just to please the eyes of people who frankly, don’t really matter. If you feel like having a chill day, and you just aren’t in the mood, then don’t bother. Go out wearing your old sweats; it’s all cool. Dressing up should be a fun thing. It should be something you do out of enjoyment, not something you do to hide yourself. Likewise, don’t feel scared to dress up either. If you happen to want to dress up and go crazy, then do it. There’s no need to worry about whether others will judge you, or about being considered shallow for putting a bit of eyeliner on. You aren’t shallow. It’s fun to dress up and put on something you think looks good. Sometimes that time spent getting ready in the morning can make the day seem even more exciting. It’s fun to stroll around feeling confident in your appearance. Nothing wrong with having fun.

I’m beginning to lose traction of what I’m going to say because there’s just so much going on, oops. I guess what I’m really trying to get across is that you shouldn’t take too much heed of what others are saying (unless they’re complimenting you, in which case you should most definitely take heed and give truthful compliments in return, because our world is sorely in need of genuine compliments right now). Fashion and beauty aren’t about dressing the way the magazine tells you to; it’s about expressing yourself and doing what makes you happy. So what if your favourite shirt doesn’t fit with the latest trends. So what if everyone’s into classy chiffon and you still love wearing vintage skirts. In my opinion, fashion should have only one rule: if you like it, wear it. There’s more than one type of beauty. As long as you love what you’re wearing, walk with your head held high and eyes shining with confidence, you’ll look amazing.

Bottom line: do what makes you happy.

Whatever you’re doing, as long as you’re happy (and abiding with the law, because we’re all law abiding citizens ;]) then you’re probably don’t something right. Life is too short to worry about what Vogue says.

Be happy guys. You’re all lovely, beautiful people.

And on that note, adios!

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I am fully aware that the last time I showed any signs of life on this blog was in January, when I made a post to apologise for my inactivity, and to wish you all a happy new year. Now, half a year’s gone by, and to my dismay I haven’t managed to make any posts in that time period. Instead of wasting your time with even more apologies, I guess I’d just like to say thank you to those who haven’t gone straight to the “unfollow” button. I love all my followers, and it really brings me joy to come online and see that there are people out there who still comment on my posts and follow my blog, despite my inconsistency. Speaking of followers and comments, I realise there are quite a few comments that I haven’t had the chance to reply to. THIS, I have to apologise for. To any of you who’ve made comments on my blog and did not receive a reply; I honestly wasn’t intentionally ignoring you. I’ve just been really inactive for the past five months, and I didn’t get to see your comments. Please don’t take it personally, I realise how rude I’ve been and I actually feel pretty bad about it D:

Anyway, with that all aside, here’s the real purpose behind this post: I’m no longer a freshy. Today is my last day as a freshman. It’s also the last day of what has got to be the most eventful academic year of my life. It feels like only yesterday when I received my letter of acceptance, and I entered the campus wide eyed for the very first time. Then, before I’ve realised, it turns out I’ve actually managed to endure an entire year of sleepless nights as a University student. Time sure flies fast.

Now that I’m on holiday, I’ve finally got some time to sit down (and write blog posts xD) and think about my experiences as a first year student. A lot has happened to me in a year, and I believe I’ve changed as a person. University has transformed me from an innocent child with pigtails into a tough caffeine addict. It has taught me how to set my priorities straight (sleep, when possible, is of utmost importance. Midnight snacks are a close second. loljk.). It has basically given me a glimpse of the “real world” – one that involves socialising with people with varying backgrounds, and enduring heart-wrenchingly honest criticisms from your professors.

In all seriousness though, University has taught me a lot. I’m a lot more mature than I was when I first entered, and after having completed my first year (after all those sleepless nights and the struggle for good grades) I feel like there isn’t anything I can’t do. For all those of you out there who are about to enter University, here’s my advice (most of it is actually pretty obvious). Stock up on coffee, stock up on snacks (trust me, when you’re working on an essay or studying at 3AM in the morning, you’ll NEED all that to keep you from going completely bonkers), MANAGE YOUR TIME WELL (procrastination is a big no-no – you don’t want to end up pulling more all nighters than you need to, because you spent all your time watching cat videos on youtube), and HAVE FUN. I really stress the last point. Although I make it sound like all my time was spent studying and unleashing my inner nerd, I also spent a lot of my spare time just enjoying myself with new friends, and doing new things. First year, in my opinion, is the time to fool around. It’s the time to make mistakes and do things you wouldn’t normally do. You’re only a freshman once, so I encourage everyone to use this year to your fullest. Be daring; don’t just “live a little”, live A LOT. If you’re spending almost all your time locked in your room and reading a textbook that weighs more than me, then you aren’t properly living the Uni life. Really put yourself out there. Make new friends, join clubs (excellent way to meet new people by the way), just DO STUFF.

This whole work hard play hard concept actually means quite a lot to me. Growing up, a lot of my elders always stressed that I should be only focusing on my studies, instead of “wasting time”, so I can graduate faster. I completely disagree. It’s a waste of life to spend it all focused on your grades and your studies. Naturally, you should be working hard, but not to the extent that you forget what fun is. (Just in case anyone needs it, the definition of fun, according to dictionary.com: Enjoyment, amusement, or lighthearted pleasure). Contrary to popular opinion, there isn’t really anything THAT great about graduating a year or two earlier than everyone else, because at the end of the day, you’re probably just going to end up getting a job and working even more (unless you somehow manage to create something innovative and life changing like Microsoft). In my opinion, I don’t see what’s the hurry. I think University is probably one of the best times of your life – it’s when you’re old enough to be independent and free to make your own choices, but also young and innocent enough to enjoy yourself without being stressed out by grown up career problems. I thing these years should be treasured, and every moment lived to it’s fullest, not rushed.

Looking back on the past year, I’m actually pretty proud of myself. Thinking about all the effort I put into my studies, and all the fun I had, I feel quite accomplished. University has really made me feel that as long as you work hard and put in effort, nothing is impossible. And, of course, if you don’t quite manage to reach your goals, at least you’ve still got those midnight snacks to cheer you up.

And on that note, that concludes this long-awaited post. How was your past year spent?

Adios!

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Sometimes I Write

So a week ago my city flooded, which is pretty much my “brilliant excuse” for not posting in such a long time, despite my promises of consistent posts. To make up for my absence and general inactivity, I have here for you, a little something that I wrote. It’s actually inspired by the flood itself. Obviously the writing is patchy, and highly in need of editing. In my defense, this was something I wrote carelessly in a moment of boredom. Comments and critiques are welcome. Enjoy!

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We were trapped by a rivers worth of water and a dozen sandbags, so there really was no other choice. The problem was the smell. Outside the house, it smelled like a garbage truck, inside was even worse. I pinched my nose, revolted, and noticed all my family members wearing the same disgusted expression. Who could blame us, really, when we were surrounded by the tropical aroma a flooded sewage system brings. Throughout the day, we stood with a grim resolve; determined to prove stronger than our senses. The smell sickened us, but we did not complain.
I watched as my mother paced the room, fussing about nothing important – some preparations that really ought to be done later. After all, what’s the use of preparing when you’re confined to a single floor, and forced to tolerate the intolerable smell of waste? The smell had grown so pungent by now, I was pretty certain the air was toxic. To make things worse, our family dog decided it was the right time to do his business, and he left us a lovely present right by the door. I stared in disbelief as my mother continued to pace, as if nothing had happened. I expected someone to confront her, mention the unpleasant aura hanging in the air, and maybe point out the nutritiously foul blob of excrement she was clearly overlooking. I had brothers; surely they were suffering just as much as I was? And yet, no one uttered a word, and she continued her feverish pacing, muttering gibberish. Realising the task had been left to me, I stepped into her path.
“Mum,” I began, the complaint hanging on the tip of my tongue. Six pairs of eyes darted toward me, wide with reproachful scorn. Even the dog faced me with disapproval. Though none of them spoke – clearly they must have lost the power of speech – their eyes said it all. Quiet, insolent girl! How dare you disrupt our peaceful silence? Startled by their angry glares, I clamped my mouth shut and stepped aside. The spotlight that had been trained on me was snuffed out, and I went back to my suffering.
Unfortunately, the smell was not the worst of our problems; when midday arrived, the sun decided to unleash its full wattage, and roast us under its merciless glow. With our doors and windows all closed, the seven of us were trapped in a tiny room full of smelly hot air. It was like a very good sauna, except there was no fresh water you could splash around in to escape the heat. My sweaty fringe was plastered annoyingly across my forehead, and the itch on my neck was unbearable. The heat had transformed my brother into a tomato; his puffy cheeks were bright red and shiny with perspiration. I shuffled toward him, “it’s getting pretty hot in here,” I muttered. He ignored me, and continued wiping the sweat from his eyes. I coughed slightly and repeated my statement. He turned, “it’ll get cooler later.” I was not exactly sure when later was, but the answer certainly wasn’t good enough. “When?” I demanded. “Quiet, and don’t do anything” he hissed, uneasily. I suppose I should have known better; my brother was not the sort to make much of a fuss, and he didn’t appreciate others making a fuss either. I decided to keep quiet, certain that one of the others would notice the sudden rise in temperature, and perhaps open the windows. Surprisingly, no one did. The rest of the day passed in a blur, and the heat did not go away.
A few days after that, a snake entered our house. Let me first mention that I happen to fear all reptiles of any form, whether they be lizards or geckos or snakes. I was pretty sure I wasn’t the only one with this phobia, and this time I wholeheartedly expected someone to scream out. But alas, my family regarded the snake with a silent apprehension, and not one did anything about it. Unable to take it any longer, I opened my mouth – oh how impudent of me – and complained. My brother turned to me, a smirk playing across his lips. “It’ll die,” he told me, as if he were the elder brother. I stared at him, speechless. I began to realise that no one in this family was ever going to speak up against the absurd circumstances we’d been forced to endure by the flood, and that was probably because we were all secretly cowards, scared to show any form of weakness in a situation where we were constantly being tested by nature.

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My dearest stalkers, I bring you good news today! Very good news.

Admittedly this piece of “good news” probably won’t matter to many of you, but to me it’s as if I’d just had a shot of pure gold (which is kind of impossible, when you think about it, because I could die… But whatever). My dear friends, I know this is unbelievable, incredible, implausible… BUT, somehow… despite my lazy blogging attitude… I GOT NOMINATED FOR ANTHER AWARD!!! You know what this calls for: THE HAPPY DANCE. weeeee *dances*.

What makes all this even more surprising, is the person who nominated me. Ladies and Gents, I present to you my nominator: The witty, quirky, funny Liam! In all seriousness, this means a lot more to me than just a small award. It has never ever crossed my mind that THE HEAD PHIL would ever pick me to receive one of his awards, and the fact that he did just sends me over the moon (and back, so I can write this post. Unfortunately the moonbeings haven’t yet discovered the internet and it’s wonders. It’s a good thing really; once they do, their souls shall be consumed forever, and they’ll be doomed to a lifetime of blogging and sleepless nights). Normally at this point I’d send virtual thank you’s, hugs, kisses and brightly coloured happy things. However, I’m sure most of us know of Liam’s dislike for brightly coloured things (and I doubt he’d appreciate the hugs), so instead I’ll just give him a formal “Thank you” and a gratuitous tip of the head. Honestly though, all jokes aside, Liam is an amazing blogger. His posts are always full of good humour and never fail to entertain me. Go check his blog out, but be sure to do it when you haven’t got much homework, because once you enter you’ll be so captivated by all the awesome that you won’t be able to leave. You have been warned.

Now, like all other awards, this one comes with rules. I’ll try to follow them. I’ll try.

The Rules:

  1. Thank the person who gave you the award.
  2. Answer the 5 questions given to you, and ask the next person 5 new questions.
  3. Award 5 people.
  4. Post the rules.

I’ve already thanked Liam twice, but just in case he missed it, here it is again: Thank you Liam *tips head*.

Now for the questions.

1. Say a letter was mailed to you one day– what would you wish to be in it?

I don’t think I even need to answer this one. I have been waiting for this letter ever since I was 13. If I ever received a letter by mail, I WOULDN’T want it to be a love letter, or a thank you letter, or fanmail, or even something from a beloved relative. NO, if I received a letter by mail, I would want (scratch that, I would expect) it to be a letter telling me that I have finally been recognised as an exceptionally skilled witch, and that I have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. If I do end up getting a mailed letter (which by the way, I never do) it had better be a letter of acceptance to Hogwarts (or Harvard. I don’t mind either one), or else I’d scream and throw the useless thing into my fireplace.

2. Say that same letter was incinerated before you read it– what would be your reaction?

I would accept the challenge, and put my letter back together using nothing but my spit and sticky tape. Then I’d read the message, and flash my triumphant smile.

3. If you could abolish one day of the week and everything that happens on it, which would you choose?

Sunday, because then I wouldn’t miss anything important. All I ever do on Sundays is sleep. And eat. And try to blog. And sleep some more.

4. What was the last piece of music you listened to?

“I’m Still Here” by the Goo Goo Dolls. Before any of you say anything, yes, yes I know it’s a cartoon. I happen to like watching cartoons, and Treasure Planet was one of the ones I really enjoyed. I also absolutely love Studio Ghibli’s works (“Howl’s Moving Castle” being one of my favourites). They’re just so emotional and full of meaning… That’s the thing about cartoons, see. Cartoons can make you cry, make you laugh. That’s a skill Hollywood needs to learn.

5. What is your favorite regional accent?

British! >:D

Now, let us move on to the 5 lucky nominees! Unfortunately I’m still relatively new to the wordpress world, and so I don’t know many of you that well. So my list of people will once again be from a mixture of blogs.

  1. Insert Witticism Here
  2. Heroic Endeavours
  3. The Art Of Dreaming 
  4. Sanity Fair
  5. Amira’s Nightmare

Right, that’s all for now! I’m off to do the happy dance and lie in bliss as I ponder my good fortune.

Adios!

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Greetings, inhabitants of the blogging world.

As you can see, today is indeed an excellent day, for it is the day when I finally put aside all my University work (along with other productive and important things I really should be doing right now) so I can return to the procrastinating side of the internet and bring my blog back to life. Or at least, attempt to heal it from it’s pitiful and dying state.

Yes, I have finally returned from my deep slumber, yes, I know it’s been a long while since I’ve posted anything interesting, and yes, I really should be apologising for my lack of commitment, but alas, I’ve run out of excuses. Instead, I shall take this moment to thank my few remaining followers for sticking with me despite my unexplained absences. I will try to stop letting you guys down. I will try.

Anyway, before I bore you all to death, let me move to my main point. Today, what I really wanted to talk about is not why I haven’t been on for so long (I’m a University student now; need I say more? No, I didn’t think so). I wanted to talk about the alarmingly large number of pet accounts on Facebook.

Now, before I begin, let me just say this (before all of you pet lovers come at me with false accusations and unnecessary attacks): I have nothing against animals or pets. I love pets. I have three cats (well, technically I only have one, but my cat is an extremely seductive female and thus I now have to care for the two stray males who hang around my house waiting for food and attempting to flirt with my prized creature), a dog, and I recently acquired a new puppy. Yet, no matter how much I love animals, I will never be able to understand why some people feel the need to put their pets all over the internet.

By “put their pets all over the internet”, I don’t mean sharing photos of their adorable little animals, because that is still sort of understandable. What I mean is when these obsessed owners start creating YouTube channels and Facebook profiles for their pets, and fill these profiles with nonsense. All right, I admit some animal YouTube channels are pretty entertaining (or maybe I’m just biased towards cat videos), but then there are the ones that are basically full of low quality footage, recorded by bored owners who have nothing to do but follow their pets around the house all day. Now, the YouTube videos are bad enough. But no, these pets had to go dominate Facebook as well. I have met people who give their dogs Facebook profiles, and help their dogs update statuses, because “oh, our darling doggie Fido is part of the family :)”. It drives me insane! These owners create all these profiles, to help build the illusion that their pets are like humans, and that they share this “special connection”. Well, I don’t care how big a part the family pet plays in the family. The truth is, your pet cannot type. It is completely unfeasible to know exactly what your pet is feeling, no matter how close the two of you are, so what gives you the right to pretend to be your dog on Facebook, and write statuses as if you know exactly what is going on in that creatures mind? For all you know, your dog could be plotting world domination… Or ready to take a dump on your sneakers.

The alarming amount of animal profiles that exist on Facebook is just beyond me. Some people even make blogspot, Tumblr and WordPress accounts for their beloved pets. I find it all… Confusing. I mean, isn’t it hard enough to blog for yourself? It takes me forever  (though I bet you already knew that. oops.) to put together a blog post that I find worthy of your attention, and add to that my Tumblr and Facebook accounts and all my free time is used up. So where on earth do these owners find time to blog for themselves and their pets? Do they not have jobs? Or school? It must take an eternity to blog for yourself, your dog, your cat, and your parrots. In my opinion, it’s crazy, and a complete waste of time (although… Most of the things I do are a complete waste of time, so I don’t have much right to judge).

It isn’t just the owners who’re wasting time. I wonder how other Facebook users can bear to be friends with animals on Facebook. It’s bad enough having to tolerate boring, pointless statuses on my newsfeed by humans. Now, imagine having your newsfeed full of boring, pointless statuses by animals! Aww, you just jumped on your owner’s sofa hoping for some love? That’s cute, but IRRELEVANT. What, you just ate your favourite brand of dog food? Interesting, what’s it got to do with me? Honestly, I really DON’T CARE what these animals are up to. But for some reason, these pets are gaining popularity all over the internet, and the number of profiles created for animals is increasing at a terrifying rate. Soon, Facebook will have more animals than humans, and before we know it, these pets will be chatting each other up and having online relationships and discussing topics like “Cat politics” and “How To Overthrow The Humans”. Best beware fellow blogger friends, for if we don’t act now, soon our time will be over, and our darling kittens will dominate the online world.

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