Many colors are splashed across the canvas of my life. Those colors make up a beautiful painting, embellished with fine details and overflowing with emotion. The darker colors: black, red, green; they represent different forms of hate: malice, anger, envy.
We all feel malice toward at least one person. They could be obnoxious or inappropriate or extremely rude. These people are the ones that you just hate. Whatever it is about them, whether it's a personality flaw or the things they do, you just really, really dislike them. We wish for bad things to happen to them and laugh when something goes wrong for them. Malice is the worst type of hate.
Anger is usually temporary. Most of the time, this kind of hate comes and goes; someone will do something either out of character or not that serious - it will cause you to be upset and hate them, but of course, this hate is not serious. Sometimes, however, their acts may permanently engrave their names under the "hate list." This is the real deal. They did something unforgivable and you're angry. The hate born from anger is the ugliest.
Most people don't recognize envy as a type of hate. Someone has something you don't, looks prettier than you do or is friends with someone you wish would talk to you. You'll be jealous of this person, picking out their flaws and searching for reasons to justify your hate. The target could be a perfectly nice person; the fact that envy was bestowed on human nature let's one person's possibly innocent behavior fuel another person's jealousy. This type of hate is created from inside, doing more harm to the hater than the hated.
The funny thing about hate is that, in most occasions, you won't express it to the public. Hate is discussed in privacy and intimately with the people closest to you. You will go up to a person you hate and pretend that you like them. "OMG you look so pretty today! I love that bracelet!" On the inside, you hate them. It's confusing why people do this; we feel the need to have a superficial, but good, relationship with people, even if we hate them. They're all lies.
There are many types of hate: malice, anger, envy, all splashed across my canvas. There is indeed a flourish of hate in my life. But when you look at the big picture, there are so many other aspects, millions of times as important. Why would you take the time to upset yourself over someone or something that doesn't even deserve a second thought? There might be a flourish of hate on the still-frame of my life, but I can just paint over that whenever I want to. In the grand scheme of things, it's no more than a speck of dark on my vividly colored canvas.
Chinese New Year 2010.
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This day is so many things; it is also not so many things.
This day is a day in which you should show your appreciation for your better half, not a day to be fighting over pointless things like "why didn't you call me?" or "how come you're late?" or "what are you doing that for?"
This day is a day to craft a handmade card, not a day to buy from Target an impersonal card with cheesy lines.
This day is a day to spend quality time together, enjoying only the company of one another, not a day to waste money eating out at a fancy restaurant, barely able to differ this special rendezvous from a normal date.
This day is a day to forget and forgive, not a day to hold grudges and bring up issues that stopped being relevant ages ago.
This day is a day to indulge yourselves in store-bought chocolate, because since when is it not a day to do that?
This day is a day to share your feelings, say that you care (and mean it), connect on a whole new level, not a day to keep emotions bottled up, blab out things just to get off the hook, be superficial.
This day is a day to do all the small things, because that's what matters, not a day to present an expensive gift in an attempt to be impressive.
This day is a day to realize "you're incredible," not a day to think "that's all I get?"
This day is about us, not about me.
This day is only once a year, not every day, so make it count.
This day is a day in which you should show your appreciation for your better half, not a day to be fighting over pointless things like "why didn't you call me?" or "how come you're late?" or "what are you doing that for?"
This day is a day to craft a handmade card, not a day to buy from Target an impersonal card with cheesy lines.
This day is a day to spend quality time together, enjoying only the company of one another, not a day to waste money eating out at a fancy restaurant, barely able to differ this special rendezvous from a normal date.
This day is a day to forget and forgive, not a day to hold grudges and bring up issues that stopped being relevant ages ago.
This day is a day to indulge yourselves in store-bought chocolate, because since when is it not a day to do that?
This day is a day to share your feelings, say that you care (and mean it), connect on a whole new level, not a day to keep emotions bottled up, blab out things just to get off the hook, be superficial.
This day is a day to do all the small things, because that's what matters, not a day to present an expensive gift in an attempt to be impressive.
This day is a day to realize "you're incredible," not a day to think "that's all I get?"
This day is about us, not about me.
This day is only once a year, not every day, so make it count.
Blue.
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You are a paradox,
bringing us closer together
yet causing us to drift apart.
You give the illusion
that we are connected,
when in reality,
it is all artificial.
You give us two faces:
the one we are in real life
and the one we pretend to be.
You make us feel the need
to share trivial matters
with everyone we know.
You allow us to judge
and be judged,
based on little more
than a false identity.
You keep us in touch
with people we would
otherwise forget.
You help us get to know
persons we would never
talk to under normal circumstances.
You are completely unnecessary,
yet we can't seem to live without you.
You are truly
wonderfully horrible.
You are...
bringing us closer together
yet causing us to drift apart.
You give the illusion
that we are connected,
when in reality,
it is all artificial.
You give us two faces:
the one we are in real life
and the one we pretend to be.
You make us feel the need
to share trivial matters
with everyone we know.
You allow us to judge
and be judged,
based on little more
than a false identity.
You keep us in touch
with people we would
otherwise forget.
You help us get to know
persons we would never
talk to under normal circumstances.
You are completely unnecessary,
yet we can't seem to live without you.
You are truly
wonderfully horrible.
You are...
Reality Check.
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Alex
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This classroom is not a classroom, this teacher is not a teacher, these students are not students.
Be optimistic:
What some people would call an ordinary classroom, I call a sanctuary for learning. As I walk through the door, I can just feel the tasty love of intellectual pursuit radiating off of the honors students. We come in day after day feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, and ready to learn. When the door closes on our haven of knowledge, I feel safe and secure; we are protected from the nuisances of the outside world. This teacher is no teacher. She is a brilliant instructor, always able to answer our questions and help us when we are in trouble. Serving as a mentor, she is incredibly generous in dedicating her time and effort to helping us succeed. Finally, we are not students. Eager to soak up all the knowledge we are inundated in, we are learning machines; we are the perfect models for the rest of the world. Every day, we participate in enlightening discussions, we accomplish a multiplicity of challenging tasks and we do it all in a mature, sophisticated way.
Be realistic:
I walk into class half asleep and hardly prepared. This classroom is not a classroom, but a dungeon where we are confined and subjected to the worst torture of all, learning. This teacher is definitely not a teacher; she is a strict dictator, relentless in her orders. "Read this! Answer these questions! Sit in your own seats! GET TO WORK!" I can help but to wonder if that cruel tyrant realizes that the majority of her class has yet to reach full consciousness, let alone that they have the mental capability to be studious and productive in class. People refer to our kind as students; but students we are not. Everyone expects us to be interested in whatever class we're in, to be striving for perfection in every assignment we turn in, to be up late studying so we can ace our tests. This is not the case - we're only human. Us teenagers are in reality lazy procrastinators, barely able to finish our homework in the 5 minutes before class starts. Sure, we're honors students... but that only means we're smart enough to get by winging everything that comes at us.
If you take a deeper look into the student population, you will see that I am correct when I say high school students are the worst kind of people. It may seem that everyone is getting along nicely, but appearances may deceive you. We are judgmental. We are cliquey. We are manipulative. High school students can be divided into numerous groups: the popular kids, the nerds, the jocks, the emos, the quiet people, the obnoxious people, the dimwits, the well-rounded gets-along-with-everyones, the mean ones, the innocent and uncorrupted kids, the band geeks, the orch dorks, the annoying people, the ones that talk to much, the slutty girls, the stuck-up ones and the list goes on. Obviously, there is no written-out list of who is in what group. We categorize everyone else in our minds. Sometimes, stereotypes are accurate. However, judging people before even before you know them is no virtue. Just because he's in an honors class does not mean he's a nerd; just because she's in band doesn't mean she doesn't have a social life; just because she's Asian doesn't mean she can't drive. We are living in a society that jumps to conclusions; high school is where it happens the most. Everyone has someone they hate, whether they have a good reason or not; in most cases, it's based solely off of the instajudge. High school students are capable of so many things. We are good liars, able to embellish any story with the illusion of honesty; we are cunning, able to cover up any action with our child-like innocence; we are fake, acting the way we want to be portrayed while concealing our true selves from others.
Be careful, for everything is not what it seems.
Be optimistic:
What some people would call an ordinary classroom, I call a sanctuary for learning. As I walk through the door, I can just feel the tasty love of intellectual pursuit radiating off of the honors students. We come in day after day feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, and ready to learn. When the door closes on our haven of knowledge, I feel safe and secure; we are protected from the nuisances of the outside world. This teacher is no teacher. She is a brilliant instructor, always able to answer our questions and help us when we are in trouble. Serving as a mentor, she is incredibly generous in dedicating her time and effort to helping us succeed. Finally, we are not students. Eager to soak up all the knowledge we are inundated in, we are learning machines; we are the perfect models for the rest of the world. Every day, we participate in enlightening discussions, we accomplish a multiplicity of challenging tasks and we do it all in a mature, sophisticated way.
Be realistic:
I walk into class half asleep and hardly prepared. This classroom is not a classroom, but a dungeon where we are confined and subjected to the worst torture of all, learning. This teacher is definitely not a teacher; she is a strict dictator, relentless in her orders. "Read this! Answer these questions! Sit in your own seats! GET TO WORK!" I can help but to wonder if that cruel tyrant realizes that the majority of her class has yet to reach full consciousness, let alone that they have the mental capability to be studious and productive in class. People refer to our kind as students; but students we are not. Everyone expects us to be interested in whatever class we're in, to be striving for perfection in every assignment we turn in, to be up late studying so we can ace our tests. This is not the case - we're only human. Us teenagers are in reality lazy procrastinators, barely able to finish our homework in the 5 minutes before class starts. Sure, we're honors students... but that only means we're smart enough to get by winging everything that comes at us.
If you take a deeper look into the student population, you will see that I am correct when I say high school students are the worst kind of people. It may seem that everyone is getting along nicely, but appearances may deceive you. We are judgmental. We are cliquey. We are manipulative. High school students can be divided into numerous groups: the popular kids, the nerds, the jocks, the emos, the quiet people, the obnoxious people, the dimwits, the well-rounded gets-along-with-everyones, the mean ones, the innocent and uncorrupted kids, the band geeks, the orch dorks, the annoying people, the ones that talk to much, the slutty girls, the stuck-up ones and the list goes on. Obviously, there is no written-out list of who is in what group. We categorize everyone else in our minds. Sometimes, stereotypes are accurate. However, judging people before even before you know them is no virtue. Just because he's in an honors class does not mean he's a nerd; just because she's in band doesn't mean she doesn't have a social life; just because she's Asian doesn't mean she can't drive. We are living in a society that jumps to conclusions; high school is where it happens the most. Everyone has someone they hate, whether they have a good reason or not; in most cases, it's based solely off of the instajudge. High school students are capable of so many things. We are good liars, able to embellish any story with the illusion of honesty; we are cunning, able to cover up any action with our child-like innocence; we are fake, acting the way we want to be portrayed while concealing our true selves from others.
Be careful, for everything is not what it seems.
First Blog Ever.
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Alex
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I have been sitting at my computer for the past 2 hours trying to figure out how to unzip a file. I've officially given up and am just going to go ahead and write my first blog ever. That pretty much sums it up.
sajhdsakjhdiaywsliuahrflishdaed.
i got it then i deleted it.
oops!
I figured it out again!
I'm just going to randomly post things here from now on. It'll be like one of those things where everyone will be able to read my innermost thoughts, but they'll be too vague for anyone to know what I'm talking about. Annoying, right?
- drama is overrated. 2/3/10
- that was the most last-minute last-minute thing ever. 2/5/10
- so you're kinda cute <33. 2/10/10
- i suck at not sleeping. 2/16/10 - haha well well... what a pleasant surprise =)). 2/17/10
- fun night; that was awkward, as expected; i know you too well; should i tell you? 2/20/10
- parents out! love visiting old friends. that was wild & ridic <3. 2/21/10
- i don't remember what i was talking about in previous posts... 2/22/10
- it's all about the chase. 3/2/10
- everything will eventually fall into place. 3/8/10
- I GET TO SEE OBAMA TOMORROW! 3/14/10
- my family is dysfunctional. 3/22/10 - spring break soon = a million tests. 3/30/10
- went on an amazing cruise with tons of awesome people and nights <3. 4/10/10
- head over heels! why are you so far awayy? 4/12/10
- things are wonderful now, between my mom and me =)). 4/20/10
- OMGGG i hope this works out! MK <3. 4/30/10
- AP exams wouldn't be hard if i studied. 5/3/10
- tomorrow. tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow. beyond excited :D. 5/6/10
- fun funn. i kinda really like you, like like-like you <3. 5/8/10
- APs are overr. Whatever work ethic i had for the rest of the year = completely nonexistent. 5/10/10
- you guys are REAL mature. 5/15/10
- can i trust you? i don't much like this contriving business, for the record. it's whateverr <3. 5/16/10
- starting to become skeptical. 5/21/10
- i'm sorry, mom; i'm really, really sorry. i wished you were wrong, too. it's okay though, i'll always be here for you, even if he isn't <3.
sajhdsakjhdiaywsliuahrflishdaed.
i got it then i deleted it.
oops!
I figured it out again!
I'm just going to randomly post things here from now on. It'll be like one of those things where everyone will be able to read my innermost thoughts, but they'll be too vague for anyone to know what I'm talking about. Annoying, right?
- drama is overrated. 2/3/10
- that was the most last-minute last-minute thing ever. 2/5/10
- so you're kinda cute <33. 2/10/10
- i suck at not sleeping. 2/16/10 - haha well well... what a pleasant surprise =)). 2/17/10
- fun night; that was awkward, as expected; i know you too well; should i tell you? 2/20/10
- parents out! love visiting old friends. that was wild & ridic <3. 2/21/10
- i don't remember what i was talking about in previous posts... 2/22/10
- it's all about the chase. 3/2/10
- everything will eventually fall into place. 3/8/10
- I GET TO SEE OBAMA TOMORROW! 3/14/10
- my family is dysfunctional. 3/22/10 - spring break soon = a million tests. 3/30/10
- went on an amazing cruise with tons of awesome people and nights <3. 4/10/10
- head over heels! why are you so far awayy? 4/12/10
- things are wonderful now, between my mom and me =)). 4/20/10
- OMGGG i hope this works out! MK <3. 4/30/10
- AP exams wouldn't be hard if i studied. 5/3/10
- tomorrow. tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow. beyond excited :D. 5/6/10
- fun funn. i kinda really like you, like like-like you <3. 5/8/10
- APs are overr. Whatever work ethic i had for the rest of the year = completely nonexistent. 5/10/10
- you guys are REAL mature. 5/15/10
- can i trust you? i don't much like this contriving business, for the record. it's whateverr <3. 5/16/10
- starting to become skeptical. 5/21/10
- i'm sorry, mom; i'm really, really sorry. i wished you were wrong, too. it's okay though, i'll always be here for you, even if he isn't <3.
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