There are moments in life that have stood out alot in a person’s memories. There are so much of it. Good and bad, alike. The likely chance that it is good, is less. See this is what I don’t understand. A bad thing happening to someone, embarrassing someone and not you is, well, not happening to you. So how is it that you have endured this “event” when you were not the one being shouted at. No? Oh! You must have been the one shouting. Wait. No? Really? Then who were you? Oh. A spectator. So how did it affect you? Embarrassed you? Why? So what then? It didn’t happen to you. You were not the one yelled at and you weren’t the one embarrassed by a peer in front of your peers. Clearly you were NOT the one the center of the entire moment. Nope. You’re not. Don’t try. Give up. You’re. NOT. Stop saying how much you’ve endured for that. What did you endure? Embarrassment? Who endured more, you, a spectator who happens to be of kin to the fellow being screamed at or the fellow himself. OBVIOUSLY, the fellow himself has endured more. So get off your high horse and realize that you were actually riding a donkey. EEEEYAAAHHH.
This is the only blog post that makes me thing, “oh that ending, because of what this person wrote, is actually compelling.”
The Internet exploded overnight when the final episode of How I Met Your Mother aired. Blogs, forums, and message boards flooded with angry fans claiming they wanted the last nine years of their lives back. I sympathize with these people. I really do. I’ve been a die-hard HIMYM fan for the last near -decade as well, and the finale was certainly not what I expected.
But I loved it.
Flawed as it was, I think the finale of HIMYM was perfect. And I’d like to respond to the five major criticisms of why it was not.
1. But Tracey was “The One” for Ted!
Tracey was perfect for Ted, so much so that it became borderline unbelievable by the end of the series. But everyone complaining that Ted and Tracey were destined for each other are forgetting one key factor: Ted was never Tracey’s “The One.” Max was.
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Sure, we have all met some women who seem to be more complicated than Chinese algebra. Even the famous Oscar Wilde remarked: Women are meant to be loved, not understood.
But, I do think that as men, we over-complicate women because we expect them to be just like us. It’s natural for anyone to project their own qualities onto others and become confused when they don’t fit the mold, but once we step outside of ourselves and see people as they are, and not as we are, our vision becomes clearer.
It doesn’t matter what you say, it matters how she feels.
A woman’s honesty to herself is unparalleled, because her self-esteem is rooted where it should be, in herself. You can call her beautiful or sexy or gorgeous every single day, but if she doesn’t feel it, it won’t get through to her.
You need to make her feel
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1. They help you decipher reality through intricately theorized empirical evidence you jointly gather from Facebook and Twitter. Oh, the person you like tweeted that they are tired today? Yeah they’re tired. Of missing you. Not to mention you talk about the same things re: your crush/ex/whatever and somehow it always seems like fresh, original conversation.
2. You (platonically) sleep in the same bed and even cuddle and don’t think anything of it.
3. You give each other all of the really extremely intimate details of your personal lives and nobody cringes or says they don’t want to know about that… you just nod and continue to analyze. And then ask the pressing questions no one else will.
4. They know all of your passwords and you can essentially combine your social media outlets to create power houses for creeping. Just another little perk of having someone who trusts you…
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Today is the day most people celebrate their loved one who have passed away and I, along with countless other people, are going to celebrate their dearly departed. As a way to keep track of myself, for something that I have never really been comfortable with sharing, I am starting something new today. I have fully committed to losing weight for myself and for my cousin’s wedding for the next year. See here’s the thing. I used to be an athlete– a swimmer, specifically– I entered swimming because I needed a way for me to lose weight during that time. When I started to seriously train, I started the summer before 3 year of high school started, and in the span of a year, without seriously watching what I ate, I was able to move from weighing in at 155 to 136 pounds. Though to me, every time I looked in the mirror I still saw myself as someone who was still 155. I just noticed the fact that I lost weight through the pictures that I saw much later on.
Now, sad to say, I am standing at 5’5″ weighing in at 175. The opposite thing happened to me when I stopped swimming and entered college. I stopped because of academic reasons, I didn’t have enough time for it anymore. So I stopped. That was a wrong move. What was wrong was that after swimming, I didn’t go to the gym. Or choose another sport. I thought I would remain the same weight since my metabolism had adjusted to swimming anyways. I should have known. I should have known that my metabolism had adjusted. So had my appetite. I was eating the same but not burning the same amount of calories. Now, I am here. I just realized that I had let myself go too much and now, it’s time to take control. Of my academics, sports, extra-curriculars in school and, my weight. I had been looking over my pictures when I was in high school and my pictures now that I am in college. I have grown immensely. I can see rolls of fat in pictures. When I look in the mirror I still see at the very least a 155 pound girl.
I’m starting something new. Today. I started eating right. Eating healthy. Since last night was halloween, I celebrated my last day of unhealthy eating by consuming cookie dough.
I’ll update tonight, and I will try as much as possible to update every night on what I ate and how I felt. It will be my own experiment on myself. Of course, knowing myself, I will want to fall by the wayside and cheat but I have asked my neighbor and one of my closest friends, Mae to keep an eye on me. Seeing as we live so close to each other and we are quite close compared to my other friends, I know I can trust her. Also, she was one of my honest friends who told me that I was gaining weight. It was a surprise for her because she saw me at my thinnest and happiest.
I guess I have been in denial for awhile. This is me taking a step to a better and happier life. I am overweight and I am taking back control of my life.
To quote Blair Waldorf, “Destiny is for losers. It’s just a stupid excuse to wait for things to happen instead of making them happen.” I’m going to make it happen.
So it’s the start of the week and something that really stresses us out all the time is what to wear and what to bring. It’s Monday and usually, you were up really late ’cause it still felt like the weekend and you slept late because you were cramming a paper or homework that you put off ’til yesterday. Anyway you wanna put it, at one point or another you have been stressed out because it was the start of the week and you weren’t prepared.
When it comes to what to bring (let’s tackle the easiest topic first) it’s best to always have the bag prepared. Chances are, you haven’t touched your (school) bag over the weekend and that binder peeking out from inside it contains everything you will ever need. I’ve learned that I need:
a binder to hold all of my stuff. Like all of my files for class, my class schedule, my course outline and flow chart. My binder right now is red and is a clear book. I find it easier to contain my things using this kind of binder holding my loose notes and pockets of clear book plastic to keep all per class things together.
a small makeup kit. This is something that has evolved from something bulky to something that is currently simple and contains everything that I feel necessary for touch ups! I’ll be making another post what I use most often for my everyday makeup things. Yay!
my iPod and phone This is something that I never leave home without! My brother goes ballistic whenever I leave my phone at home.
a small notebook for my notes like things that are necessary for my classes.
a small envelope for all my loose papers like index cards, yellow pad, and fillers (real notebooks are too fat and too bulky to carry around for just one term.
my pencil case contains every single writing material that I have ever needed!
my wallet has my money(duh!), emergency or otherwise, and some hair pins because if I kept that small plastic in my bag they’ll just be everywhere but I won’t be able to find them when I actually need them.
Now for the more “difficult” part, what to wear. My go to outfit is my black skirt, my flats and a top that depends on my mood.
My go to outfit:
Classic black skirt something that I am just happy to put on
Flats with a really big campus there’s a lot of working to be done.
Tops an array of tops that I choose from are graphic t-shirts, plaid polos, plain t-shirts
So here are some things that can get those manic Mondays down and calm…
La Petite Princesse
This is the world where you can lose yourself to everything. Most of the time I will be dedicating this site to my weakness for history, literature and art though at times I would be talking about the most pressing issues there are in the world right now. But for now, I’m going to indulge in things that I want. Look around, leave comments and I’d be happy to reply.