Little-Kid Glee

When I was in my first spring semester of college, I was taking my first semester of Chinese. I would get so excited after every Chinese lesson, I'd practically beg any Chinese friend I had to let me practice small words with them. Even if it was just, "Hi, how are you?" It was like opening a child's eyes, in  sense, to a new passion that would stick with them for life.

Ever see a little kid when they learn something? It's probably one of the coolest things I've ever seen. The way their eyes light up when they've grasped something they were taught. Afterwards, they've got to show this new thing they've learned to every person they see. The weird thing is when adults do it. Not because they're excited about what they've learned, but in some cases it can be seen as bragging.

No matter what age, that little-kid glee always shows whenever someone learns something new about their passion. Personally, I love watching that in people. It's a great thing. No matter the age, the eyes light up the same whenever someone discovers something new or grasps a new lesson.

These days, I've been busing myself with projects so I can get that Little-Kid glee back. I gave up on trying to find my old Chinese books for now. But once I've found them, you better believe I'll be pouring myself into them again so I can remember the reading and writing part. I'm surprised at how much I still remember of the speaking. Reading and writing, however, is a different story.

It's been surprisingly hard for me to get the Glee back. The closest is when I create things. Whether it's making a new blog post or writing a new story, or making movies on my computer or creating my covers of different songs. I thoroughly enjoy creating. That same kind of inner peace I get when I was learning Chinese.

 I don't like to not learn. I feel like I'm wasting my brain. If I can learn something. Anything, my little-kid glee might come back. One can only hope.

Now to give this place a smile. Awkward pic of the post!

That Ratty Piece of Clothing...

We all have that one piece of clothing that we can't seem to throw away because for some unknown reason, we favor it so much. It can be ratty, filled with holes, be so big that you look fatter than Oprah at her heaviest. Yet, despite nothing being flattering about said piece of clothing, for some reason you can't seem to throw it away.

For some people, it's a pair of socks. Others it's a T-shirt or a pair of jeans. For others it can be panties or other sorts of underwear. (I won't judge if your favorite ratty clothing is a pair of underwear.)

Mine is a light blue tank top that's about two sizes too big for me now. There's a picture of a pink-haired fairy on it and has rips and tears everywhere. I actually have to wear a second shirt underneath the tank top so that I'm not giving off any side-boob. I've had it since my senior year of high school, and for some reason I can't bring myself to throw it away. Don't ask my why, cause I really don't know. It doesn't have any sentiment too it. It's just a shirt. That I can't get rid of.

No matter how hard you try to deny it, everyone has at least one piece of fabric that you can't seem to throw away no matter how hard you try. So tell me, what's yours?

Awkward picture of the day!

Facebook Doesn't do this Thought Justice

It won't be very often I make posts about myself. Very rare, actually. I don't like to get too personal on a blog. It gets tacky if it's done too much. Especially on one like this one that has no actual theme. Just random thoughts that pop through my head.

Anyway, it goes something like this. At a party I was at last night, a small conversation came up about zodiacs. How we'd identify by both Chinese zodiac and the Astrological zodiac. Mine happens to be Sagittarius and the Year of the Rabbit. Archer and Rabbit. Or to really put it in interesting terms: The Hunter AND the Hunted.

So if I were to spend my life following horoscopes, does that mean I'll be spending my life trying to find myself, or constantly shooting myself in the ass?

We've got the Sagittarius side, who is constantly seeking, searching, a constant thirst for knowledge. Never wants to sit down. Always on the go. I've read some horoscopes that will go as far as to say that my fashion will change depending on the places I travel to in my life time. I'm sure I've seen it here and there. I've adopted some random fashions from the places I've been.

And then there's the Rabbit. The Rabbit is supposed to be the luckiest of the signs. Unfortunately, it's never been clear on whether or not that luck is good or bad. Not only that, but if the Rabbit was so lucky, why didn't it win first place instead of the Rat in Buddha's race? (If it was Buddha that had that race in the first place. I could be wrong there.).

Either way, it actually explains a lot...

If I were to go by the zodiacs...

A Post to Fit the Title of this Blog

As the summer goes on, a strange thought occurred to me. People, young and old, wear shorts. Except me. I'm a little shy about what my legs look like. It's not that my legs are wrinkly. My legs are covered in mosquito bites. But really, who has ever seen a wrinkly leg?

Think about it. Faces wrinkle. Arms wrinkle. Fat rolls wrinkle. Even our hands and feet wrinkle. Has anyone ever seen a pair of legs wrinkle? Legs get skinny, fat, veiny, and bony. But do they ever get wrinkly? Hairy. Never wrinkly. How is it that they're the one body part that never develops wrinkles? It's a strange development.

Awkward picture of the day!

How to Define a Good Person

These days, it seems like people define being good as being perfect. Whenever someone makes the smallest mistake, people cling to that person's mistake till the end of time. Being good to people is like wearing shaping underwear that's three sizes too small. When you make a mistake, it rips, and you have nothing to replace it with. So you're stuck with ripped underwear for all to see.

This isn't a new thing. Throughout history the most important figures are written as perfect figures. Think about it. Most people can not think of any imperfections that George Washington, Benjamin Franklin, Martin Luther King Junior, or Eleanor Roosevelt might have. The only way anyone could find a dark side to any of these figures would be if somebody studied these figures. Writing this post, I can tell you I can't tell you any certain imperfections of these people. Except Ben Franklin. I can tell you Ben Franklin owned slaves and used sex to get the French on our side during the Revolution. But other than that, I couldn't tell you about any other dark side.

The point I'm trying to make with this is that people try so hard to be perfectly good that when when all the bad they've done is thrust upon them, they forget a very important part.... owning up. Part of being a good person is not keeping tabs on all the good deeds you've done in your life. That's insignificant compared to the times you've stepped back and admitted you were wrong.

I will not sit here and tell you I'm a good person. There are people I hate, people I dislike. I've sat here and talked about others behind their backs. I've made fun of others, insulted them, bitch-slapped someone in the parking lot of a restaurant when they made me mad. I even got myself blocked during a game of drunken facebook roulette. I'm not proud of what I did at all. In fact, I feel childish of all of the stuff I did. If I ever want to feel like a good person in the future, I have to step back and admit this stuff happened. That's the bitter truth of it.

Moral of the post. If someone tries to tell you they're a good person, chances are they're not. The ones that try to tell they're not a good person are probably a better person than the ones that are. If not, then they're at least more humble.

Awkward picture of the day!

 

When Female Friends Get Married

The hardest thing to get used to when a female friend gets married is not being able to call them by their maiden name anymore. They're still the same person. The only thing that's changed about them is the last name. So if you've called them by the last name, then you have to get used to calling them by the first name now, or by a different last name. So that might be a little hard to deal with. Maybe. Or you might have to come up with a completely different name. Something. Names in general can be hard to deal with. Who knows?

Congratulations, my buddy who just got married, whose name I can no longer say cause she has a different one, and I haven't come up with a new one yet. lol


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CACTUS MONSTER!!!!!

While I was walking to the Front End at work today, I happened to notice a cactus. Cacti are a normal thing this time of year, but this one seemed, well, different. It had its usual cactus stance in a tiny cactus pot. Black plastic pot. The little plant, itself, had had a pointy popcorn look. Light green leaves pointing out from top to bottom. Pointy popcorn.

Then I noticed something weird about the cactus. From the left and right side of it, there were vines growing out. These vines looked quite long, curly, and have little leaves growing out of them. I couldn't stop staring at it. It was the strangest thing I've ever seen. I've discussed a villainous Cotton-Candy Fingers with one coworker, maybe this could be the enemy?

Imagine it, this tiny cactus monster, using it's skinny viney arms to push itself out of the fragile black pot its roots were confined in. It uses its arms to walk around until he finds his victims. Then, it does the horrifying. It buries its roots in the dirt, waiting for the victim to walk by. When the victim's ankle walks by him, he slowly wraps its leg around the walking unfortunate. Then, he tightens his grip when the victim is far enough away. For a thin vine, it's scary-strong.

The moment the vine tightens, Cactus Monster tugs so hard, the unfortunate falls! Another tug rips the cactus from the dirt and sends it flying in the air, landing on top of the victim. I won't describe the rest if the person is defenseless...

In case you're wondering, yes, you just read a post about evil cactus. How do you feel?

Awkward Picture of the day!

Mind blown yet?