I’ve been meaning to write about something like this - perhaps geared more towards face-to-face communication rather than handwriting alone, but nevertheless, something like this - for a while now, but like most of my more substantial writings, the idea has just been sitting in my Drafts box, untouched like a corpse in a grave.
When I saw that my friend, Eric, had written such a compelling piece on it, I couldn’t help but wish to share on here. Happy reading, and I hope this sparks some thoughts and new resolutions.
In a world where everything is going electronic (texts, email, blogs, chats, facebook, twitter, etc.), our words are become more impersonal. Think about it, these words I am typing may be coming from my mind, but the way it’s communicated is impersonal. I’m not even going to discuss the problem that maybe my account is hacked and someone else is typing this, or maybe that someone else has edited my writing. Even without those problems, the font is standardized and not who I am. Even if I can bold, italicize, underline, or strikethrough, you can’t truly feel the sincerity behind my words. This medium forces us to conform to the system. A typed note could just be copy/pasted and sent to multiple people…
Good job, Eric.
And now, to add a couple lines as additional thoughts:
Handwritten notes, phone calls, face-to-face time. It’s all the same concept. They may be “old-fashioned,” but sometimes old-fashioned is the best way of doing things. 有時候一通電話 就可以讓人滿足. 可能是我對冷冰冰的簡訊麻痺了.
I will never be able to truly handle lengthy long-distance relationships, regardless of type, because at some point, everything for me will just fizzle out and flatten like the bubbles in an uncorked bottle of champagne. And it’ll mostly be due to my lack of enthusiasm for long-distance communication methods.
Communication. Sometimes I really fail at it. Other times, it’s not even called failing, because “failing” only happens with “trying.”
Some drivers don’t deserve their licenses to drive at all. Nor should they be allowed to purchase nice cars. It is because of such people that I almost died today as a product of collateral damage.
Cruising on the 405 today at 80mph, I suddenly noticed a ritzy coupe cut dangerously swift and close (without signal lights) in front of the sedan ahead of me. I’m assuming the sedan driver was severely startled since that vehicle suddenly braked hard, forcing me to deflect quickly to the left carpool lane to avoid a collision.
Everything just happened in a flash. Hell, I dont even remember the make of the car or the color of the car that was in front of me.
Thank god there were not that many cars.
Thank god there was no one in the carpool lane.
Thank god for the three-second rule.
Thank god for luck.
Assignment: Please share one thing you’re good at.
Insulting people Lying Coming up with excuses Coming up with PLAUSIBLE excuses Making my Tumblr look pretty Mentally bullying others Verbally bullying Making good arguments FuckballswhatshouldIwriteIamnotgoodatanythingIamjustameanpersonBeing weird and being very opinionated when I want to be.
Assignment: Please share one thing you’re NOT good at.
Happy birthday to one of the strongest, bravest, and most intuitive woman I know. This is the woman who left behind her home, family, familiarity, and a 少奶奶life in Taiwan to pursue the married life in California, where she knew no one nor the English language, and even helped my dad reconstruct a driveway whilst pregnant, but through all the obstacles that she encountered, she never let anything hinder her spirits. She’s always been extremely selfless, putting all others before her and ensuring that my sister and I obtain the best upbringing that we can get. Hardships seem to follow her, and I can’t list them all, but she has always found a way to make ends meet. It’s not my birthday to make a wish, but I do wish that one day, I can make her extremely proud. Happy birthday mummy!
The good thing about Tumblr is that it promotes diversity. It also allows one’s personality to seep through with the function of the “Ask” box.
I follow a total of 174 blogs on Tumblr. Many of them utilize the “Ask” feature and post their answers to people’s questions/comments on their Tumblr pages, thereby riddling my dashboard with a lot of unnecessary and boring text. But it also allows me to catch a glimpse into these bloggers’ personalities. And I’ve come to notice something that seems to be trending: Big city folks have the big-city-syndrome.
I don’t think that’s an actual thing, as I’m pretty sure I just made it up. But whatever you wish to call it, this way of thinking is present and apparently quite common. Big-city-syndrome occurs when a resident of a large, famous city (such as Los Angeles, New York City, London, Tokyo… you get the point) becomes so proud of his/her hometown that he/she becomes narrow-minded about smaller towns. The following are all actual remarks I have seen on Tumblr or even heard in real life, some altered slightly for the sake of clarity.
All of the above statements are NOT TRUE. Queens is part of New York City. Residing in London just means you have the money; it doesn’t make you the fabbest person on Earth. Just because Taipei is the capital and is surrounded in a basin full of markings of a city, it is not THE only city in Taiwan, and it definitely does not mean ALL other towns in the country are rural (albeit some towns are indeed rural to the extreme). Manhattan/NYC is famous for being a fashion capital, but that doesn’t mean everyone else from other places is a complete goon when it comes to clothes and trends. Orange County may be famous for its conservatist residents, but that doesn’t mean everyone from Orange County is a hard-core Republican. I’ve seen a few Obama bumper stickers here and there. Granted, San Diego is in very close proximity to the border, and I’m not fan of Mexican food, but I am pretty damn sure other towns boast legit Mexican cuisine too. And lastly, really? Torrance is part of Los Angeles County and shares the same area code as Beverly Hills, Bel Air, Brentwood, and Pacific Palisades, amongst others.
Seriously, you city folks with the big-city-syndrome need to knock some sense into yourselves. Travel the world, explore foreign cities and cultures, and educate yourself. Nobody likes a city snob.
I didn’t realize the news of the Sandy Hook Elementary shootings until I went onto LA Times this morning after showering and was greeted with huge black headlines that seemed to shoot a numbing electrical charge within my entire body: “27 killed in Connecticut school shooting.”
Well, needless to say, not exactly the best way to start off one’s morning.
But what bothered me the most was not the fact that another shooting took place, or that it took place in an elementary school, of all places, or that this essentially was the epitome of inhumanity. What bothered me the most was that while I was ignorantly and blissfully lounging in bed and enjoying my free Friday morning after finals/work week, pandemonium, panic, and death were wreaking havoc on the opposite coast. While I was enjoying myself and accomplishing no productive thing at all, people were getting injured, gasping their last breaths, dying upon impact, and losing beloved family members.
I know this happens quite often, given the chaos in the Middle East and the fact that every 3.6 seconds, someone dies of hunger, just to name two examples. But for some reason, today’s incident really made me feel like bug shit.
Every Thursday at this exact moment, I’d be eating my lunch while keeping an eye on the clock. 15 minutes later, I’d be getting ready to leave for my internship.
However, today is different. As the fall quarter comes to a close, I find, to my surprise, that time passed faster than I had anticipated, and my internship term too came to a close.
Every time I complete something I had committed a lot of time and energy to, I always end up feeling bittersweet, and that is exactly how I feel at the moment as I type this post out with a sleepy puppy vying for some seat space behind me.
I won’t go into detail about my internship, as I like to keep some anonymity on here, but those who are familiar with my life know I go every Wednesday 8AM-5PM and Thursdays for another four hours and I complain about heading to the office all the time (and the 9 hours I sit on Wednesdays because I work through my lunch hour like a sad, good worker). But despite all my grumblings, I did actually like the (nonpaying) job. It partially tapped into interests, and I learned a lot about the industry, the city, APA style, and more about myself. I even mastered the basics of navigating a Mac desktop.
If you know me, you may have heard me dub my various working experiences as “stepping stones” to my future career. And this is exactly that - a stepping stone, a stepping stone conquered. People probably don’t celebrate the conclusion of their internships, but I toast to myself. Cheers to me for nailing the interview. I pat myself on the back for waking up at ungodly hours every Wednesday and risk the build-up of adipose tissue and CELLULITE on my ass from sitting all day (with the exception of bathroom breaks). Huzzuh to me for seeing this job through despite knowing that my gas tank weeps every week I drive there and that I’m essentially supplying free labor at my own expense.
Now that I’m nearing graduation, I’ve come to realize that my time for internships is running out, especially since most internships related to my field are nonpaying. Screw being bittersweet; I need to get a firm grip on life. Internships are meant to be short-term, and I should revel in that before I find myself slammed with a long-term job commitment that I may not necessarily enjoy.
I’m happy to say that I can now express myself through a new tumblr outlet - a photo blog especially reserved for my photos that turn out well. Of course, I’m no photography connoisseur, but I do know what looks pretty. And thus, I introduce to you www.ilikeprettyphotographs.tumblr.com
It will contain all of the pictures I take and edit. No reblogs from other sites. Unlike Facebook, this page will allow me to consolidate all of my better-looking photos from my camera into one location, rather than multiple Facebook albums, crammed with other inadequate photos.
I now have five outlets for self-expression: my Facebook, Twitter (BEST THING EVER), photo-reblog tumblr (SECOND BEST THING EVER), this writing tumblr, and pretty pictures.
OK, I should be nicer and rephrase that.
Everytime I see a picture where Cara Delevingne is making a ghastly face (which is pretty much 8 out of 10 photos), I just want to punch her.
I love her last name and (sometimes) her fashion sense, but what really ticks me off is that she feels the urge to make the ugliest faces at the camera all the time. Honestly, you’re goofy. That’s your personality. I get that. But need you scar my mind every time I come across your photograph?
Cara has the potential to be beautiful, but instead, she chooses to exert her model and socialite status via her “comical” facial expressions.
Dear Cara: See how beautiful and mature you can look if you choose to act like it? I do wonder if you understand that the photos of your “goofy” expressions do not showcase you as a very attractive person. Please stop. Personality can be displayed via conversations too, you know. Your photos will just end up making every baby in the world cry.
Of course I would spew out something on this subject. It was inevitable, given my despise towards mindless bandwagoning. And my love for Victoria’s Secret.
As you may or may not know, the 2012 Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show aired last night on CBS. And since the show features beautiful lingerie-clad models strutting down the runway, it comes as no surprise that everyone and their mothers (including me) seemed to be talking about it yesterday. This is normal. It’s not like Victoria’s Secret is really what the name suggests – a secret. But what ticked me off was that people started talking about VS and judging the show like they really knew about it, when in reality, all they truly know about VS are their panty and bra sizes.
I saw the following italics on my Facebook newsfeed this morning, and you could say that this piece of horrible Facebook status is what prompted me to write out this entry today, rather than starting it and leaving it unfinished and forgotten in my ‘Drafts’ box forever.
“Victoria’s Secret show was missing November in the Calendar Girls’ section. That’s awkward. I guess they didn’t think we’d notice they skipped from October to December…. But we did.”
Um, okay. Before you post something that embarrassing on your status, you should probably have done your research before you started praising yourself for being so aware and smart. Just to clear this up once and for all, Victoria’s Secret did not make a mistake. They did not skip November.
Let’s backtrack a bit, just to get everyone on the same page.
The fashion show is taped a month before it airs on television. It is taped twice in one day – once for VS family, friends, and A-list celebrities, and once for the media. Then, the editing team goes and combines the footage from both tapings, and the end result is what you see on television.
In the ‘Calendar Girls’ section, November was represented by Karlie Kloss, who wore a large Native American headdress (which, I must admit, I really liked). Unfortunately, when photos from the tapings were released, some people threw giant hissy-fits over the headdress and complained of taking offense at it, thus forcing VS to issue an apology and cut that particular footage out from being aired on television. This is why you see Behati as October and then Barbara as December with no November in the middle. Victoria’s Secret did not make a mistake, so stop pretending to be all-knowing and condescending.
English singer-songwriter Ed Sheeran may be known primarily in the U.S. for his debut single “The A Team” and for his collaboration with Taylor Swift on a track from her recent album, but he is also brilliant when it comes to visually conveying his music in the form of music videos.
I discovered Sheeran’s music before “The A Team” became famous and overplayed in California, and his talent just struck me speechless. He may not necessarily be the best looker I have seen, but his acoustics and lyrics touch the heart, and now, after seeing his recent music video of “Give Me Love,” I hold even more respect for this English ginger.
Music videos should never just regurgitate the lyrics, nor should they revolve around a completely different and random concept. Instead, they should convey the meaning of the song in a creative and thought-provoking way.
Sheeran contemplates the meaning of giving and receiving love in the “Give Me Love” music video. With the lyrics describing a plea for love, as the title suggests, one could have assumed that Sheeran’s video falls victim to the typical boy-meets-girl-boy-falls-in-love setting, given the pattern of a dearth of high-quality MVs we see today. Instead, Sheeran chooses to expand his creativity and reveal a whole new interpretation on the lyrics. He casts a distressed female character as the main focus of attention, who, in her effort to seek insight into her existence, takes on the role of a modern-day cupid, shooting young men and women around her with her arrows of love. Ultimately, however, her role becomes damaging to herself as she starts to crave the love that she allows others to experience, and her inability to find that love forces her to fire a self-inflicting arrow. The haunting chords of “Give Me Love,” paired with this storyline, leaves behind an inexorably heaviness within the viewer.
I feel like my usual scornful voice has been absent in this posting, so here is one to end my thoughts: I don’t understand artists who put out music videos that don’t even relate to their songs. It is such a waste of money and effort and is a repellent stain on the art of music. Those who put out such music videos should not even be considered “artists.” Sometimes, I just feel inexplicably sad about the quality of today’s “good” music.