I'm totally mooching off today's topic from a comment posted on a YouTube video, which is paraphrased as follows: You cannot truly love someone else if you do not love yourself first. I don't remember the username/author of the comment... don't hate me :).
I think it's a bad idea to feed off of someone else for self-worth. It's definitely important that your partner makes you feel wanted and beautiful, but I think the only way you can develop a healthy relationship is to understand that you are someone worthy of being wanted and beautiful. YA KNOW? And this takes time and energy. You do have to invest in yourself and learn to love yourself. It's almost like a skill to shut down the negative thoughts circling in your mind. I also believe that someone who has embraced themselves is hella more attractive and just more open/willing to experience the ups and downs that any relationship brings (even friendships, family, etc.).
That's all I have to say on that. I'm proud to say that I'm in a happy place with myself and although I don't think I can ever stop growing, I am truly blessed to be all that I am right now. AWWW.
Speaking of which, I looked through my Gr. 11 yearbook in an exercise of accepting my dorkiness back then. OH MY. A highly difficult task. We needed certified professional stylists to host an intervention. Seriously :P. Which I suppose goes to show you that outer beauty is subjective and changes with time. But inner beauty is pretty much rock solid throughout life. That's pretty damn awesome!
... *Some time later* I've actually been sitting here for ten minutes trying to think of how to conclude this entry.
K, bai.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Art in All its Glory!
Hello all,
You may or may not know that my mom is an incredibly gifted artist.
I would love it if you could check out her brand new website at http://www.fariart.com and better yet if you could "Like" us on our Facebook page. There is a prominent fb icon on the fariart website. I don't want to put a direct link to our fb page because I think it's only fair that you see my mom's work before deciding whether or not to give it a thumbs up.
It would mean a lot if you could take a look and even comment :). Thanks a whole bunch!!!
You may or may not know that my mom is an incredibly gifted artist.
I would love it if you could check out her brand new website at http://www.fariart.com and better yet if you could "Like" us on our Facebook page. There is a prominent fb icon on the fariart website. I don't want to put a direct link to our fb page because I think it's only fair that you see my mom's work before deciding whether or not to give it a thumbs up.
It would mean a lot if you could take a look and even comment :). Thanks a whole bunch!!!
Thursday, February 24, 2011
It's Getting Hot in Here...
So, here's the thing. I feel I don't know enough of either side of the story on global warming to win a national debate. But I have picked a side, anyway, using the following logic:
Situation 1:
Global warming is a real threat:
+ I do nothing = imminent doom
+ I change my environmental habits = increased chance of safety
Situation 2:
Global warming is not a real threat:
+ I do nothing = doesn't matter
+ I change my environmental habits = doesn't matter (or probably some improvement)
So, even if Situation 2 is true, I'd rather avoid the ramifications of Situation 1 by playing it safe. That's using "logic." My gut feeling, though, is that we as humans need to take responsibility NOW and do something about sustainability. And I do feel that way quite strongly.
Now watch the video I posted a little earlier today (courtesy of WWF) and spread the word about Earth Hour!!!!
P.S. Our planet doesn't need saving, a planet is just a planet - crust, molten rock, and iron core. It's OURSELVES that need saving. Kthxbai.
Situation 1:
Global warming is a real threat:
+ I do nothing = imminent doom
+ I change my environmental habits = increased chance of safety
Situation 2:
Global warming is not a real threat:
+ I do nothing = doesn't matter
+ I change my environmental habits = doesn't matter (or probably some improvement)
So, even if Situation 2 is true, I'd rather avoid the ramifications of Situation 1 by playing it safe. That's using "logic." My gut feeling, though, is that we as humans need to take responsibility NOW and do something about sustainability. And I do feel that way quite strongly.
Now watch the video I posted a little earlier today (courtesy of WWF) and spread the word about Earth Hour!!!!
P.S. Our planet doesn't need saving, a planet is just a planet - crust, molten rock, and iron core. It's OURSELVES that need saving. Kthxbai.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
"You're Alright but I'm Here, Darling, To Enjoy the Bar"
It's Sunday evening and I'm feeling a little drained of energy. This week was hectic. But I've decided to come out of my cave of isolation and write a blog entry.
My topic is that of of l'amour. But moreso about me. (My browser is telling me "moreso" isn't a word? Is this right? Educate me, readers!)
There are many different kinds of love, but I will be referring hereafter to romantic love.
Once a month, I ponder about my love life and of what I want long-term. I attribute these thoughts that occur to me in a timely manner to hormonal fluctuations. Which also makes me contemplate how love (or the notion of it) is such an interesting concoction of chemical reactions in the brain and body (or should I say reproductive organs). I mean, it's hard enough to describe love in words, but it's also weird how we involuntarily feel the flipping of tummies, increased heart rate, etc. Also, love seems to be a hot topic in most cultures - just observe the movies and music of the world. Not to mention the profound effect of love existed before Shakespeare's time and will last continue to last beyond our lifetimes. That's what we think when we're swooning under the effects of dopamine and endorphins, anyway.
Here's my question to you. I guess we all have a certain "love" personality, in the sense of how we react to love and romantic relationships. Some of us are commitment-phobes while some of us plan the embroidery on our wedding dresses on a daily basis. I myself am terribly susceptible to the love bug and quite sensitive about it all (darn it!). But lately, I've been attempting to squash away my natural tendencies and think objectively of my fifty-six lovers (...). Kind of like the song that the title of this entry is referring to.
So. Do you think it's possible to train yourself to react to this ever-intriguing feeling differently than what you've been doing since you hit puberty? Is it possible for me to eventually not be a complete sap? Or will my "natural instincts" persist, like a personality trait?
Hope you're all having a great weekend and enjoy Family Day tomorrow (nominated for most random holiday ever?)!
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Grim Reaper Talk
Disclaimer: This post is of a sensitive nature, so I apologize in advance if I hit a wrong nerve or cause emotional upheaval. It is also quite descriptive, so if you're squeamish, proceed with caution!
In other news, I incorrectly pressed some buttons while typing the sentence above and now know how to make this symbol: ∫. YAY. Okay, ahem. Back to solemnity.
I remember an experience that happened earlier this summer and I wanted to share it with y'all (howdy!) and get your opinion.
But first some background. In Grade 10, I took World Religions and as eccentric as my teacher was, I thoroughly enjoyed what she taught and learning about different belief systems humbled and inspired me. I remember learning that in Zoroastrianism, the deceased are placed in an ornamental tower and left to be consumed by wildlife (vultures, mostly? Correct me if I'm wrong!). The thought behind this is that the body is now a source of life for other creatures, providing nutrients and contributing to the ecosystem.
I learned last year that tribes in Papua New Guinea eat the deceased as a sign of respect - by consuming the dead (to put it crudely), they now become a part of the living, breathing tribe.
Alright. That's what you need to know.
Earlier this summer, I went to lunch with some friends, and told them about the Zoroastrian ritual as we ate (I know, I'm a morbid person to be with). And, unexpected to me, they recoiled in disgust. Not because the visual was unappealing, but because they thought it was a terrible and barbaric thing to do. Profanity was used.
Okay, when I learned about the topic, I was not at all disgusted or appalled. We, as humans, do not have the right to label something that is deeply spiritual and sacred to others as disdainful.
I mean, we generally put our deceased in the ground to eventually be eaten by maggots and call it a burial. Cremation could be considered the process of lighting the expired on fire and turning them into a pot of dust.
I know I'm being harsh with my words, but that's the same attitude that was used in judging the Zoroastrian funeral rite. And it's rude!
Whatever method we use, it is very meaningful to us and no one should say it is f***ed or messed up. It actually raised my hackles that day!
That is simply my opinion. Thank you for hearing me out, I know this was a long post. Let me know what you think.
In other news, I incorrectly pressed some buttons while typing the sentence above and now know how to make this symbol: ∫. YAY. Okay, ahem. Back to solemnity.
I remember an experience that happened earlier this summer and I wanted to share it with y'all (howdy!) and get your opinion.
But first some background. In Grade 10, I took World Religions and as eccentric as my teacher was, I thoroughly enjoyed what she taught and learning about different belief systems humbled and inspired me. I remember learning that in Zoroastrianism, the deceased are placed in an ornamental tower and left to be consumed by wildlife (vultures, mostly? Correct me if I'm wrong!). The thought behind this is that the body is now a source of life for other creatures, providing nutrients and contributing to the ecosystem.
I learned last year that tribes in Papua New Guinea eat the deceased as a sign of respect - by consuming the dead (to put it crudely), they now become a part of the living, breathing tribe.
Alright. That's what you need to know.
Earlier this summer, I went to lunch with some friends, and told them about the Zoroastrian ritual as we ate (I know, I'm a morbid person to be with). And, unexpected to me, they recoiled in disgust. Not because the visual was unappealing, but because they thought it was a terrible and barbaric thing to do. Profanity was used.
Okay, when I learned about the topic, I was not at all disgusted or appalled. We, as humans, do not have the right to label something that is deeply spiritual and sacred to others as disdainful.
I mean, we generally put our deceased in the ground to eventually be eaten by maggots and call it a burial. Cremation could be considered the process of lighting the expired on fire and turning them into a pot of dust.
I know I'm being harsh with my words, but that's the same attitude that was used in judging the Zoroastrian funeral rite. And it's rude!
Whatever method we use, it is very meaningful to us and no one should say it is f***ed or messed up. It actually raised my hackles that day!
That is simply my opinion. Thank you for hearing me out, I know this was a long post. Let me know what you think.
Snape, Snape, Severus Snape... DUMBLEDORE!
I am highly dependent on Harry Potter to define all my childhood experiences. I remember the highlight of my time as a youngin' being the HP series. I immersed myself to such a degree that I'm pretty sure my brain melded fiction and reality together and I kind of remember myself as an eleven-year-old roaming the halls of an old castle wearing robes...??
Seriously, though, the most vivid memory I have of when I was ten years old is that of my friend and I wandering through a patch of bushes next to our school, hunting for Voldemort in the "Forbidden Forest." We used to be in those bushes (being short kids, they were tree-like enough) for nearly an hour. My school was in walking distance of my house and I remember coming home and my mom yelling at me for not informing her of my whereabouts. It did not phase me one bit as I had defeated the Dark Lord. Although, a mother's wrath is an equally powerful force to contend with.
I'm not sure why I decided to write about this topic, but it really is amazing how one woman (J.K. Rowling) managed to captivate so many people with a world created by her brilliant mind! She literally pulled off world domination! Kudos in a box.
The final movie is coming out this summer and I'm not sure how emotionally unstable I'll be after I watch it. It's been eleven years since I was introduced to the series; I (and so many others) basically grew up with Harry and his friends. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WHEN IT'S OVER??
Answer: read the series and watch the movies in a continuous cycle until I am forced to become a skeleton (plus other decomposing detritus). Anyone with me? :D
Seriously, though, the most vivid memory I have of when I was ten years old is that of my friend and I wandering through a patch of bushes next to our school, hunting for Voldemort in the "Forbidden Forest." We used to be in those bushes (being short kids, they were tree-like enough) for nearly an hour. My school was in walking distance of my house and I remember coming home and my mom yelling at me for not informing her of my whereabouts. It did not phase me one bit as I had defeated the Dark Lord. Although, a mother's wrath is an equally powerful force to contend with.
I'm not sure why I decided to write about this topic, but it really is amazing how one woman (J.K. Rowling) managed to captivate so many people with a world created by her brilliant mind! She literally pulled off world domination! Kudos in a box.
The final movie is coming out this summer and I'm not sure how emotionally unstable I'll be after I watch it. It's been eleven years since I was introduced to the series; I (and so many others) basically grew up with Harry and his friends. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WHEN IT'S OVER??
Answer: read the series and watch the movies in a continuous cycle until I am forced to become a skeleton (plus other decomposing detritus). Anyone with me? :D
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