Romance novels?
Sunday, May 27, 2012 @ 6:02 PM
Holidays have just started and I'm actually looking forward to it, mainly because of no waking up early in the morning and camps! (Oh I love camps!) Unlike my other friends who've just finished their exams on the last day of school, mine ended 2 weeks earlier. In other words, I had my freedom earlier, by 2 weeks to be exact. However, to me, freedom or not, I'm still the same old me, flipping through pages of various books under my thick glasses filling my time with information, let it be fiction or not.
You may think I'm such a bookworm, burying my nose into books everyday but I'm certain that I did not take it to an extreme stage. I still enjoy checking on people's stuff on Facebook (I don't stalk, I check, haha.. seriously, don't get the wrong idea!!), listening to music, chatting and watch football like any other teenagers do. Anyway, let's get back to my main point here, which is the main thing I want to talk about (obviously), is that, books being books, I read all of them, except romance and horror.
Speaking of which, I guess most of the people will understand why I don't read horror. Obviously because it is scary and unrealistic. And of course because I'm scared of ghosts. Nah just kidding, I ain't scared of anything! except kittens.. Actually no, I lied. Gah let's get going, I'm high on sugar. Forgive me. However, when it comes to romance, my friends are like "WHAT? YOU DON'T READ ROMANCE? WHAT KIND OF GIRL ARE YOU?" or some "ARE YOU SURE YOU HAVE CHROMOSOMES XX?" Ouch, that's nasty, I know how it feels to be gender-doubted. I, on the other hand, have no idea how to answer them, got hands touching my body checking on my chromosomes. (eww, who checks chromosomes by molesting?)
Any elaboration onward are based on my own opinions and I do not have romance-lover-ism, if that's the word for the discrimination of romance lovers. Sexism is the discrimination of genders, so, romance-lover-ism, get it? In my own opinion, reading those books gives girls unrealistic fantasies on romance. They shape teen girls mind that romance should be like this and like that. It makes teenage girls expecting what it is to be like when they're a couple and when it doesn't turn out like it is supposed to be in those novels, girls tend to get very disappointed and thinks that this is not what they wanted. It kinda ruin couples that don't do things in the novels, if you get what I mean.
On the other hand, the scenario described in those books are cheesy and unrealistic, not to mention sometimes too explicit. Don't ask me how I know about it, you wouldn't wanna hear about how my insane group of friends flipped a page in a novel that described the whole process of people doing "it" and bury my head in it. Oh, what a pollution! That's why I said, friends are the most influential people in our lives. Oh my, what have I done to my innocent mind! Those books literally add unintentionally stuff to girls mind without them noticing it! Some books about a boyfriend cheating on a girlfriend where the girl comes with revenge are also polluting our minds! I know it because I've been through it, the rage, the insane mindset while reading it, it feels real.
Despite what I've written up there, I have no discriminations towards those who read romance or those book writers. As listed above, I have my own reasons for not touching romance novels, so please, STOP TOUCHING MY BODY CHECKING MY CHROMOSOMES! But I still love you people!
Once again, a random post written by your friendly neighbourhood (Spiderman?) Haha. Extremely excited for the days to come. Happy holidays people!
I stood under the waterfall, with a kiwi pineapple parasol,
As Cinderella drop the crystal ball and made a concrete cavern, a caterpillar concert hall.
- Owl City posted by ❀ vivalidarawks ❀ at 6:02 PM 0 Comments
Feathery dreams
Wednesday, May 9, 2012 @ 10:47 PM
Hey, I'm updating after so long. As this year I'm going to have "zeh moszt importient" (French accent) exam of my entire life, I didn't get much inspiration about writing. Everything went well for me as I'm always caught up with day dreaming from beautiful sunsets to fluffy cotton candy clouds. Here's a little poem or maybe some lyrics, I don't know, written out of inspiration from someone whom I loved dearly and would love to live the dream written with him. Enjoy!
Just close your eyes and imagine.
One pink evening beside the green lush fields,
Sitting and swaying on the swing,
Hand in hand, gazing at the sky as the cloud overcast.
Under the tree catching the fallen autumn leaves,
Astonished by the glistening sight as the sky,
Lit up a celestial view that hangs above us.
It explodes and flickers with supercharge electricity,
Numbing our senses as we drift into this beautiful,
Galore of wonder and amazement...
Till then!
Reality is a lovely place,
But I wouldn't wanna live there.
- Owl City posted by ❀ vivalidarawks ❀ at 10:47 PM 0 Comments
A house on the hill
Monday, March 12, 2012 @ 5:35 PM
We are young explorers, curiously investigating the places we never knew. We peer through the leaves which hang, dangling fragilely on the branches where the rays of the sunlight seep in to greet us every morning. What adventures lie ahead of us beyond the green, nature-scented horizon which was a place no one has ever set foot into? What discoveries await us behind the mystery-filled forest with sky-scraping trees, prickling thorns and poisonous mushrooms that are yet to be uncovered? The hill at the back of our houses which lush green plains blend pleasantly with the sky-blue atmosphere filled with clouds shaped by our imaginations.
There is an old wooden house situated at the tip of the hill, built right into the rocky bluffs and craggy cliffs. No one has ever braved the small path between the thick undergrowth accompanied by streams of murky mud to actually get to it. The isolation of the house deep in the arboreal realms struck the villagers living nearby with goosebumps at the thought of it being haunted. The adults often scare their children with fantasies of horrors coming out from that particular house. Most of the younger generation are traumatized by the sound of it, but certainly not me and my best friend. We are eager to make our way through the wildwood to the house on the hill to see it for ourselves of what contains within the house of creaking pinewood with scars of decay after all those years withstanding the merciless scorching sun and devastating thunderstorms.
In no time, we find ourselves plunging our feet deep into the muddy path that leads to the old wooden house. With the sploshing sound of our invasion, we are astonished by the hidden beauty of the forest which hides shyly under the wide expanse canopy. Crystal-like dew drops hanging suspended on the leaves magically transforms the dull woods into a glistening sight beyond description. At the end of our journey, the old wooden house spectacularly stand before us. We gape in exhilaration at its magnificent structure that towers above both of us. We are both awestruck by the edifice right in front of our eyes. My best friend take my hand in his and give me an assured squeeze knowing that we are both filled with excitement and anxiousness.
We take a few steps forward, hand in hand, proceeding to the front door. A giddy pang of adrenaline pulse through our veins as we open the door, curious to see what lies inside of it. As the door creak open, to our dismay, we find nothing but an empty hall with jagged halos of beams suspended from the ceiling. Carefully watching our step, we pace around the hall exploring the old house, in fears that it may cave in. After searching for a while, it is both unmistakable and innately obvious that it is an empty house abandoned long ago. Cautiously, we climb up the stairs which are surprisingly stable despite being untouched for years. We are welcomed by a gentle breeze which sweeps by our face upon reaching the end of the stairs while heading to the balcony at the south end of the house.
Twilight approaches swiftly as the stars lean down on the old wooden veranda. A sudden strange sensation cascade over both of us. This sense of amazement and wonder around us is a dreamlike reality. We find a whole new dimension which gravity has no grip upon us. Everything seems so slow down as the sea embrace the setting sun into her arms. The cloud overcast pull back and an endless celestial sky open up above us as the stars overhead flicker softly with supercharge electricity. Everything is beautiful and we are perfectly happy in this frozen moment, lost in an unknown world above all else. We close our eyes, tasting this moment of our lives. It is beyond words.
The night comes with crickets serenading under the moonlight, knowing that it is time for us to go. At our departure, we hear moans and cries of the nightly beings, as if the house being awaken after being isolated for so long. We take one last glance at the old abandoned house as we unwillingly leave this new-founded sanctuary, as if promising it that we will come back for a visit someday. With that, we left the house heading home.
It is an experience that no words can explain, only the heart can feel it. Maybe no one will believe what I say to them about that old abandoned house up in the hill, but to me and my best friend, there will always be a sanctuary of an enchanted world that only we both know.
posted by ❀ vivalidarawks ❀ at 5:35 PM 2 Comments
Love N' Prayer
Sunday, February 19, 2012 @ 12:36 AM
With each word that escaped my heart delivered up straight to Him up there, I am prompted to write this post. I was praying for this girl in my church so hard that it made me realise how important prayer is. And all of us youth joined our hearts praying through a Facebook comment together, I'm sure God has heard our deepest cries in prayer.
What actually caused me to pray so hard for that girl is because I felt that love for her. When my friend shared about her and how she was praying for her, I felt this tremendous impact that I want to pray for her too. It all started simply just because of LOVE. Love, to me, it is an amazing thing. Because of LOVE, someone can deny who they were supposed to be (maybe rich and famous) and just lay down their pride to serve those who are in need. There is a friend which doings had really touched my heart so much that this is the REAL LOVE, the UNCONDITIONAL LOVE I'm searching for. His name is Jay Shearn. Because of his friend having to fight cancer, which his hair fell off due to radiotherapy, Jay Shearn showed his love by shaving his head, to be the same as his friend, and to support him to fight against cancer. What I've learnt here is that being a friend, we should actually step into our friend's shoes when they're facing problems, face it with them, together, instead of giving advice or empathy to console them of their problems. Jay Shearn showed a great act of love that I'm sure will impact lots of lives.
Prayer is a very important element in our lives. It is a media, a "hot-line" to our Father in heaven. Besides, it is also a medium that we use to commit our friends whom are facing problems into the hands of our God. By constantly praying for that person, we cry out to God, desperately in our hearts to want to save them. There are so many lost souls out there, and by praying for them, I'm sure God will make wonders through His ways that we cannot see. He is a wonderful and faithful God, He will listen to prayers. All we need to do is to just put all our faith in Him, believing that He will deliver us and give us strength to help the weak, save the lost. We cannot do anything by ourselves, but we can do ALL THINGS in CHRIST who strengthens us!
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The yacht
Saturday, February 11, 2012 @ 11:22 PM
My life is painted a yacht, built to sail the seven seas. However, there is no destination I'm heading to, where is the end of my voyage? Questioning this myself each day, what is the worth and value of this life? Am I just going to shipwreck somewhere in my journey?
Right now, I'm tossed by the rough waves, lost without a sense of direction. I'm damaged by the clashes of the sea that swallows me into its enormous tidal wave. I'm terrified, lost, and unknown. I scream for help, but there was no one to hear me. I look up to the dark sky of flashing lightnings, God, please save me.
I cry as I plea for God's guidance, to give me direction and hold my hand to take me there. I don't know when I'll finally being torn into pieces and sink to the bottom of the ocean. A place where no one knows me, deep buried on the sea bed. I want to shine, to shine for my creator.
In times like this, we should really seek God and let Him take control of everything. We have to learn to trust in the Lord, and lean not on your own understandings. I love you, God..
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Be strong; Shine your colours
Monday, February 6, 2012 @ 11:11 AM
I'm sure that in life, everyone has their moments of downcast, helplessness and hopelessness. Surely there will be something unpleasant that happened along the way of life. That event may give a big impact to your life that changed you into something you never was. Maybe it is for the better or maybe it is for the worse. However, remember this, do not let the past nail you down from rising up again. Do not let the guilt forever stay yoked on your shoulders, because nobody is perfect, and there's no one who never did anything wrong.
Let the past guilts serve as a reminder, a lesson learned. From there, look at yourself on what you've done wrong, and vow to never do it again. Move on from there, constantly checking on yourself to prevent from doing that mistake again. On the way of life, learn from your wrong doings as well as others and improve yourself by keeping in mind that those are the things that you shouldn't engage with.
Besides, do not let all of those keep your confidence down. People can look at you whatever way they want to. The only way to do is to prove them wrong. Do not give in to what perception that people view you. Work your hardest, be someone and come back one day to prove them wrong. That's the only way you can stand up for yourself. You do not live for others, you live for yourself.
You know that you're worth something more than what you are. There are colours in you that are waiting to shine out from you. So what are you waiting for? Be strong, and be who you are. Let everything in your shine, brimming with light that blinds those who had looked down on you. At first it might be hard, but bear in mind that if you continue to stay in that pit, you will never come out from it. It is up to you to climb up from it. Never give up on trying, because that's what life is all about. We fall, we stand up and we fall again. But in that process, we know you've grown stronger. :)
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A lesson learned
Sunday, January 15, 2012 @ 9:55 PM
Change, something that people find it hard to do and accept it. However, in my opinion, I think that each and everyday is a learning process, whereby we fall, we learn, we change into a much better person. After all, no one is perfect, flawless without any mistakes.
It cannot be denied that in our lives, we tend to face problems, hurdles, complications and we make mistakes. The main point here isn't about how wrong we are, how ugly, in heart, we are nor how despicable we are. As stated above, we are humans, we make mistakes, that is so very normal! But the crucial point lies here, after realizing your problems, are you willing to change? For the better good?
In some part of my life where I met people who are very unwilling to accept their mistakes, not to even mention about changing. They tend to feel that the person who is correcting them have other motives such as to judge them or pinalize them because of pointing out their mistakes. Of course, we do not mean to judge them, but what they didn't know is that we are doing so because we care. For example, if there is a stranger smoking, will you walk over and tell him that smoking is bad and ask him to quit it? Obviously the answer is no, right? However, if that person is one of your family members or close friend, will you walk over to tell him his mistake? Of course you will, because you care for him and he means something to you!
Therefore, if anyone is to tell you your mistakes, accept it and ponder upon it. Because of that single initiative they took to tell you your flaws may make a big difference to you in the future. We can't see our own faults, what we need is a mirror to reflect it, and the people around us can play that role very well.
Do not be afraid to accept your mistakes and change! Because nobody is perfect! :)
PS: happy Chinese new year in advance people!
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