Vlog #1: Introducing Me, Myself, and I (Not the Disney kind)

I've always wanted to do Vlogs for so long now, but never had the guts, or the equipment, to do so. But now, welp here it is! My very first Vlog!!!! I hope you guys like it! :) Btw, it's not HD because my camera isn't so great, but hopefully I'll be able to buy a new one soon :P

The Unwanted Child

Upon watching Matilda, I’ve realized that there are so many young people out there who are treated like the unwanted child, the mistake. It’s funny because when you’re the unwanted child, you can’t say what you want without getting into trouble, you can’t feel without getting into trouble, basically, you can’t be yourself around your family. Usually for these types of people, school is their salvation; it’s the place where they can be away from home. Whenever they’re at school, they’re free to be happy, to express themselves, to be who they are. One of my favourite books, Call Me Hope, reveals how verbally abusive parents can be, and how deeply it can affect their children. Most always believe that troubles come from somewhere else, and home is the safe haven, but I beg to differ, sometimes somewhere else is a safe haven, and home is where the troubles come from.

People who has never experienced them believe that parent’s of those children are just being loving, and they’re doing what’s best for them, but if they really did love their children, why not listen to them to reason? There’s always a reason most of the time, they just have to listen, but no, they go by what to believe in and immediately think their children are rebelling. They immediately believe they’re the damsel in distress and that the demon is their unwanted child. Imagine if you were like that, would you still think of those who call themselves the unwanted child only does this to defy their parents?

Next time you see someone like that, look at their side of the story, listen to them and let them relieve the pain of their chest. Behind those smiles are tears just waiting to be relieved, but they can’t do that if they’re all alone. The only thinng they can do is to cry to themselves, feel pity for themselves, and know that they are alone in this world, no one to listen to them.

I guess what I'm saying is, some of us are lucky to have parents who although don't understand us most of the time, still cares for us even with our flaws. Sometimes you might get mad at your parents, but that's part of being human, as long as you respect them, even if they can't properly see it, then that's fine.

The Real Philosophers

Children with high imagination are usually seen as stupid, idiots, or just plain silly. Why would I say such a thing? Well I was, or am like that. Since I was a kid, my imagination and sense of wonder has always been a strong point for me. It may sound cliché or stupid, but growing up I was seen as stupid. I could remember the times when I was in class, and whilst having lessons I’d ask myself, “I wonder what it’s like to ride a dragon?” upon seeing an image of a dragon in the room, then the teacher would ask me a question and since I wasn’t giving a care as to what he was saying, I’d usually be clueless, then the rest of the class would laugh at me. Due to that constantly happening, I was sent to join the class of special people, because they thought I was one too, but as it turns out I am clever, just easily distracted.

Call me crazy, but I remember entering a gate that led me to a whole new world, one that was extraordinary. I called it “That Place” because of what I saw. I saw plants with faces, rainbows surrounding the skies, giant grasses that can be sat on, a field of ice, a pool of food, and many little creatures running around in joy. It was my Wonderland, now that I think about it. My best friend and I usually went there to play, we would skate around in the ice, play with the little creatures, run around and whatnot. It was amazing, until one day, when I came back everything was gone. I tried asking about it, but it seems like it never existed, only to myself and my best friend. A couple of years later, even she denied it, saying that it was all our imagination. Well was it?

But that didn’t stop me from continuing to nourish my imagination; I also remember having days that were dark, especially on bed times. I believed that there were monsters all around me when I slept, so I usually hid under the sheets, but because I couldn’t breath and it was too hot, I tied my sheets around on the side and made a small fort like area in my bed that enables me to freely move in. Well of course my blanket is still over me, so I believed that I was safe. I usually slept with stuff toys, believe that they were real and they were my guardians, ready to protect me. I also believed I had magic, I was a strong magic believer then, so I would cast a spell that would put up a force field around myself and below me, not placing one under my bed as I believed that I might let the monsters in. I did this every night for so long, until one day, around a couple of months ago, I just realized that I haven’t slept like that in ages. I’ve revealed my head for quite some time now, and almost all of my stuffed toys that I believed to be real were all kept away in my memory box, stored as just another part of my memory.

That was the time when I realized, I was growing up, and that my childlike traits were disappearing. I began to become to more focused, asking myself less and less questions that’s out of the blue, whether it’s possible to fly or not, it was also wearing away. I knew then that I was losing myself, the person I’ve begun to love, the young philosopher within me, the one who everyone thought was stupid, but was the one who was actually thinking all along, I lost me.

What I’m saying is, I want to become myself again. People disliked him, but I liked and enjoyed to be him, and I want to become him again. Children may look stupid to you, but to me I see them as young philosophers, seeing the world in a different viewpoint, being individuals unlike adults who seem to want things to be “normal”; the  boring choice of lifestyle. 

Charmed: Chapter 1

"She's The One"

The wind blew gently as the cold winter night took over the warm breezy afternoon. His eyesight was blurred, so he couldn’t see what was going on. He held on to it, mighty tight as if he could never let it go, but he knew he was bound to.

“Wake up Sam, it’s time for school!” yelled a shrill voice that can only be described as nuisance; it was his sister Clarisse. As he began to get up, he looked at his window, and from far beyond he could see the horizon where the sun slowly made its way up. Another day for school it seems, but he was not in the mood for it, though was he ever in the mood for it? A day like Sunday is usually days when students his age go back to bed and constantly say “Five more minutes”, but he chose to be different, he chose to be on time. His teachers have always admired his perseverance; whenever they see him, he would be in the library reading books or helping out with placing the books back to their rightful places as some students do not have enough sense to return the books back themselves. He was a great help it seems, one who everyone counts on.

As he got up and out of bed, he grabbed his glasses and went straight to the toilet to freshen up. He turned on his phone to play some tracks, one of his favourites were by the American Authors, being “Best Day of My Life”. He liked singing during the times when the water fell on his black hair, so the lyrics usually came to him on top of his head, for he memorized them perfectly, much like with other songs he admires. Music has always been one of his passions, though he has many, music is one where he could express himself in a harmonic way, which is just the way he likes it.

Once he was done taking a shower, he went back to his room and dressed up. He then grabbed his combed, dipped it into the styling green gel he usually uses, and began combing his hair towards the upper right, just the way he likes it. As it is gel, his hair was held up towards the upper right, making him look neat and presentable, the way he wants it. It was not only long ago when he began making himself look well-dressed; he wanted to make a change with his usual scruffy “I don’t care much” persona, but with this change his personality had also met some tweaks and improvements, making him either a better person, or one he thought he was never going to be.

He took small steps towards the kitchen, he wasn’t in the mood to have cereal and fresh milk; pancakes maybe, but not the same old corn flakes and milk. He saw his sister cooking up some sausages, “Thank goodness” he told himself, and surely this was a big change for him. As he ate some of the sausages, he thought to himself “This is gonna be a good day”. He ran down as he said goodbye to his sister, for they both live in the same flat as he is after all a high school student, whilst his sister was a University student, and since she won’t be going to classes for the summer, she got to stay at home, but he had to attend “Summer School” basically a prison for the juvenile delinquents like himself. Well, he’s not really one, but because of some stupid accusation and a fail for Math’s, he had no choice.

As he walked towards the school, he saw his best friends; Alicia and Cedric. He greeted them with a wave, as they too had to attend the student’s prison. Alicia had been his friend for quite some time now, and although people usually tease them with one another, he was still trying to look for a spark between them, so he wasn’t quite sure for his feelings towards her. Alicia can be tomboyish at times, and she usually wore a baggy shirt and liked to wear a cap to hide the fact that she didn’t brush her hair. It was long back when they both lived in US when they first met; it was in a summer camp. He vaguely remembers Alicia getting lost, and when he saw her in a panic due to her sprained ankle, he began to calm her down and carried her back to the campus. From then on, the duo became inseparable until Alicia had to move to Canada due to her father going there for work. During her absence, he then met Cedric, a usually clumsy yet funny guy who he met at fifth grade. Much like little kids, both began to bond over cartoons, especially on that T.V show “Pokémon” and that’s when the duo became close friends. Two years later, Alicia returned and the trio became closer than ever. Now, even at summer school, they’re still inseparable.

“Hey Cedric, guess what? Check me out!” he said as he playfully spun around and walked like a male model. His friends shook their head and just laughed at him. Not looking at where he was going to, he accidentally bumped someone. “Whoa! I’m so sorry!” he apologized to the stranger.

She wore a pink hat, and was looking quite shy. As he looked at her with daze, Alicia immediately noticed this and nudged him. By the time he came to, she was gone. He then whispered to them “I- I think she’s the one. I just know it.” He then looked at her direction and took a long time to stare at her beauty. She was nothing like the girls he had met, she was special. She had blonde straight hair; Alicia does too, but hers weren’t straight and fixed like hers. Her skin was so fair, and she dressed fashionably. He just knew that she was one for him, and he had to know her. He knew something was different about it, he just had to know.

Stress to Mess

It’s that time of the year again where some people panic and flip tables, whilst some sit back and just go with the flow, that’s right, it’s exam time. I would classify myself as being both, because that’s what I’m doing right now; telling myself everything will be fine, whilst scratching my head viciously (a habit of mine when I’m stressed). 

The night before your exam, you study as much as you can, trying to cram everything inside your head, well here’s a helpful advice, don’t. Just trying to cram everything in won’t work, you need help. You won’t be able to do this alone. I’ve been there, and when doing it, you’ll usually read things that you won’t even remember, so it’s better to take a different approach. 

My approach was that I called my best friend and told her about my worries and needs for knowledge. Being the amazing person that she is, told me she’ll help me. So we spent the whole of the afternoon revising from Math to Biology. Funny how at first, I was clueless as can be, ready to flip her piano table and her computer table, and her, when as we went along, I began to learn more about the topic; especially in Biology. 

Using my favourite memory technique “Mind Room” I began to memorize of the important bits and pieces that are essential for the examination, the ones I thought of anyways. Test of Starch being the use of Iodine solution, test for Protein being Beirut, etc. I remembered them all, but my point is that I would’ve never taken the initiative to actually memorize and learn these things if it weren’t for the help of a friend.  So here’s my advice, do group study, study with your best mate, never do it alone! It’s a lot more fun that way, and plus you can ask them about things you don’t understand about.