Try doing this right now: go to your music playlist, shuffle the songs, press play. The first few chords of the song slowly begin to unfold and build up, but you don’t really pay attention to those small details, because honestly, you already know this song. You know who the artist is and you know the chorus by heart; but what stands out the most is how you remember this song. It’s the song you and your friends listened to almost religiously throughout summer. It might be the song you miss because it makes you reminisce old memories. Or it might be the song you purposefully tucked away because it reminds you of the one you had loved… Whatever the song is, you know for sure that no matter what, there will always be that one emotion you connect yourself to with that one song. A lot of people don’t realize this, but honestly, the best time travelling device that actually exists today, at this very moment, is music itself; because wherever you are in the world and however old you are, you know that if you play that one song, it can take you back almost instantly to those memories you will have locked up forever.
As happy as I am, sometimes I wonder if I’m just going to be stop being happy. I mean I love the feeling of being happy because I like seeing people adore being friends with someone who can keep a smile on their face and have a good time with; but I dislike the feeling I get when I think “if I stop being happy, would they still care?” I feel like being happy all the time defines the person I am, and people expect me to be happy always. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not like forcing myself to be happy, I just rather prefer to be happy and not to be sad. Soo…I’m dreading the day where my happiness will slowly begin to fade and people will one by one drift away from me as well because I wasn’t the same person they fell in love with as their friend, the friend who you can rely on to be your sunshine on your most rainy days.
“Laughter is the best medicine.” -Proverb
Honestly, that quote pretty much sums up what this entire post is about. What more can I say? I could only add on such things in the importance of laughing. I don’t think people realize how much a laugh, or humor itself can change a situation. Sure things will get tense, but if someone jokes around here or there [or in case my family, someone farts to take out the tension, shutup LOL] the tension sort of somewhat slips. I’m not exactly saying that being a wee bit immature can solve ALL problems the world seemingly throws at us, but having a quick laugh can make it a little less numbing. That’s why I embrace the thought of humor so much. As much as there’s crap going on around us, there’s always someone else out there to tell a joke or story to help cheer you up.
I know makeup is such a touchy subject and I myself have such a hard time trying to tell myself this, but I hate how makeup is the only way I see myself as beautiful. During middle school I remembered every girl would secretly put some eyeliner and lipgloss on in the bathroom before heading to homeroom just because makeup was magic, it got guys to notice you. And because of that, growing up thats what girls did, to wear make up and feel beautiful, that it became a daily and devoted procedure. And now, in the present, girls sometimes cringe at the site of themselves without makeup. I sometimes do (the above picture is me without makeup) and I sometimes want to beat myself down because for a long time I’ve been using something so materialistic to make me feel beautiful.
I probably will not stop using makeup, but I do wish I could tell myself that I don’t need all this gunk on my face to make me feel pretty. Goodness, easier said than done.
Why is it, that when you get older, gambling seems to be your only vice to problems. I don’t know if you have noticed it but this seems to happen a lot to relatives and parents friends as they grow up together. Like its programmed in their head to start gambling as a way to solve their problems.
Feeling stressed? Head to the nearest casino. Losing money? Try to win it on a slot machine. Way to have a perfect vacation? Rent a room in Las Vegas.
It’s always the same thing and it sort of becomes, sad to say, a religious experience for most people because then they start trusting God that if they’ve been good, they’ll win.
I think it’s pretty hilarious. Walking into a casino, no lie, is attractive. I might be underage but I still can go to/play at some casinos since I’m 18. There’s just something irking about putting in $20 in a slot machine, hoping I’d win big money, whereas I probably can use that money to buy myself a new top from like Forever 21. Just saying.
It’s so cute when you’re on the phone, right after you say your goodnights, and your babe instantly falls asleep. His/her little snores and breathing sounds are so adorable, it automatically makes you giggle. He/she’s in his/her deep slumber stage and all you really think about is how lucky you are to just be there in the moment with him/her, in their most innocet and vulnerable state. You quiety whisper a small “I love you,” close your eyes, and secretly smile as you drift onto a well-rested sleep.
It’s really crazy how one comment like “Have a Nice Day!” or a simple “Hello there!” from a complete stranger can make up your day. We live in a time where everyone just focuses on themselves and does their own thing. Yet here are people who takes a few seconds out of their time just to say something so nice and unexpected. I don’t know about you, but people like that don’t creep me out like most people are with strangers. I think it’s really sweet and unnecessary, but I’d be lying if I said that person probably would be on my mind all day.
I hate that stage in relationships where things just get so awkward… That you’re ultimately just tolerating each other, waiting for something to make you guys feel like a couple again. Where you honestly just sit in a room, trying to project a perfect couple but you honestly are slowly losing feelings for each other. It’s that stage in a relationship where little jokes can hurt or annoy the fuck out of you. That stage where trying to do something cute just becomes.. ehh, whatevers. Normally people break it off by this point because the ability to try just seems like so much work and not interesting anymore. I hate this stage because it makes you think, “Should I end things now?” or “Should I continue to live my life with someone I don’t really know if I have feelings for?”
People say that it’s wrong for one to be only happy when they’re in a relationship with someone. However, I say “screw that.” Happiness varies from person to person. Some people are happy being alone or some are more happy with others, regardless it shouldn’t matter. Happiness is happiness. As long as you feel it and enjoy it, it doesn’t matter who you are or aren’t sharing it with.
Isn’t it just so crazy how you’re just so focused on doing your thing [whether it be reading, just laying around or even tumblr/facebook-ing] but then all of a sudden, a song starts to creep in [from your iPod/iTunes] and almost automatically your thoughts just tune into the memory of that one song. That one song that you had most likely kept at a distance because it brings back either good or bad memories of someone you may have missed or have lost. And once you lose all your attention from what you were currently doing before that song played, you now can’t get him/her out of your head. You thought you did so well in forgetting about him/her but boy were you wrong. You try so hard to go back and push those memories away but it hurts. It’s quite eerie to know that about 3 minutes of tunes and lyrics can just hypnotize you in such a state where all you want to do is relive past memories and forget about what you’re doing now.
Not every girl/guy is perfect and I refuse to believe for a fact that no one will ever be perfect. Probably the closest way to even get to perfection is the hardest trail to ever place yourself on. And you can disagree with me all you want, but if you want to come off as perfect, you have to work for it. Eventually you work and work so hard for it, that you don’t realize you’re hurting yourself emotionally/physically just because of perfection. You start to lose sight of the people who care for you and you’re blinded by this perfection state that you’ve lost yourself and fell into a different world. But why be perfect? If it’s a personal issue I may understand or rethink your distasteful decision, but why be something inhuman when you’re already outstanding just the way you are?
Extremely blurry but enjoy the message :)
So the other day I was sort of feeling out of it, and super exasperated in my math class. I kept trying to make myself feel better, so I ended up doodling like crazy in my notebook. While my professor was going on and on about the math lecture, I decided to draw Hello Kitty clutching on a cloud saying, “Just Floating by -HK♥“ Honestly after I drew this, I felt so much better. Crazy how one simple cute drawing with a simple message completely changes my mood.
Ever since I was old enough to actually understand the world, I told myself to never watch/read the NEWS. When I finally admitted that to myself, I knew that I pretty much felt like a heartless person. People from left to right were telling me that I should focus on the reality of what was going on in the world. And what was my pathetic response? “It makes me sad.“ I hated myself for actually thinking that because the world is filled with so much suffering. and here I was denying it, because I couldn’t even begin to fathom if it all would have happened to me. What happens if my life was put in the situations that was going around globally? What if my death was added to the overall death poll of situations?
As I slowly matured, I realized that I needed to be more aware of what was going on. It may just be a newscast/newspaper of the up-to-date tragedies/disasters, but the reality of it all is just as real as it gets.
As much as we hate to, we got to give credit to our parents, for raising us up until today. You might love them to death, or hate them with every ounce of blood in your body, but regardless, you should take time to thank them once in awhile. I mean here are the people that actually took care of you. Fed you with their money, when they could have been spending their money on other materialistic things. But instead they chose you. Not only that, they spent their time to make sure you had a good lifestyle, when probably back then, they didn’t have such luxuries that we have today.
I’m not saying that you should thank them everyday, and act as their life would pass away the next day, but it would be nice if you thank the people who gave you life, once in awhile. I mean, if you were in their shoes, wouldn’t you want to be given acknowledgements for, hopefully, a damn good job of having you?
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