January82012
I just watched the Jk Rowling Story on Tv. It was a special, unauthorised documentary aired on TV this Christmas telling the story of JK Rowling. To anyone who actually admires her, and knows anything about her, I wouldn’t recommend it as it was over-dramatic and very commercial. I’m generally quite cynical but to make me go “Oh my gosh…no!” at the TV quite a few times takes something quite special :)
Though this post isn’t about slandering it. From a Potter Fan point of view it was bad, but from a girl who dreams of writing it was incredibly inspiring. Because take away the Potter and the money and the fame what you have left is a woman who is literally saved by her imagination. Her own mind saves her from the pain surrounding her, it gives her pure joy in a time where happiness was something saved for the people with money to throw at such luxuries.
And it reminded me how much I love that. How much I love getting lost in a mountain of paper, scrawled with my own handwriting - because writing neatly is something I forget in excitement to get my ideas down. I could relate with feeling excitement, hope, and doubt all at once when walking past a book store window, and having to tear myself away from it because I want to see my own name there ohsobadly.
It reminded me of my dreams and my passion, which I had left behind in the chase of a boy. It reminded me how much I missed it all. And now I have the motivation to start again :)
Thank you JK Rowling, and thank you shitty tv program :)

I just watched the Jk Rowling Story on Tv. It was a special, unauthorised documentary aired on TV this Christmas telling the story of JK Rowling. To anyone who actually admires her, and knows anything about her, I wouldn’t recommend it as it was over-dramatic and very commercial. I’m generally quite cynical but to make me go “Oh my gosh…no!” at the TV quite a few times takes something quite special :)

Though this post isn’t about slandering it. From a Potter Fan point of view it was bad, but from a girl who dreams of writing it was incredibly inspiring. Because take away the Potter and the money and the fame what you have left is a woman who is literally saved by her imagination. Her own mind saves her from the pain surrounding her, it gives her pure joy in a time where happiness was something saved for the people with money to throw at such luxuries.

And it reminded me how much I love that. How much I love getting lost in a mountain of paper, scrawled with my own handwriting - because writing neatly is something I forget in excitement to get my ideas down. I could relate with feeling excitement, hope, and doubt all at once when walking past a book store window, and having to tear myself away from it because I want to see my own name there ohsobadly.

It reminded me of my dreams and my passion, which I had left behind in the chase of a boy. It reminded me how much I missed it all. And now I have the motivation to start again :)

Thank you JK Rowling, and thank you shitty tv program :)

October272011
That’s because almost everything is beautiful from such a distance. Like a masterpiece painting, you can only see the erros when you get close up. Never judge someone until you get to know them, their life may seem perfect, but even stars have their flaws.

That’s because almost everything is beautiful from such a distance. Like a masterpiece painting, you can only see the erros when you get close up. Never judge someone until you get to know them, their life may seem perfect, but even stars have their flaws.

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October202011
-Steve Jobs
I’m trying to post less unoriginal stuff on my blog, but I just thought this was fitting to what I said before. Plus it’s by someone incredible, so I can make an exception :)

-Steve Jobs

I’m trying to post less unoriginal stuff on my blog, but I just thought this was fitting to what I said before. Plus it’s by someone incredible, so I can make an exception :)

October192011

Priority Shopping (A continuation of the post below)

It’s not an easy thing to do.

It’s not like online shopping where you can browse items, add them to basket, and review the items at the checkout before you pick your favourite one. But, oddly enough, it is similar to clothes shopping.

It’s very easy to mentally try on priorities, to see if I suit this new definition. To twist this image of my around so as to examine it better, and to see if I really, truly, love it.

But first of all, I need to figure out what I want. Or what I don’t want, as sometimes that’s easier.

I know I don’t want a dramatic change.

This isn’t a new year’s resolution, where I’m imagining myself walking out my door and OHMYGOSH WHO IS THIS NEW GIRL TO STEP INTO THE WORLD? I’ve had those before, of course, but right now I’m generally quite happy with who I am and how I am perceived.

I want a subtle change, something only me and my close friends will notice after a while.

Well, that makes it easier for myself. Maybe all I need to do is switch my priorities around. Or to not label my priorities at all, but just figure out what I want in life.

Love. That’s obvious, I know I’ve wanted that since I was 14. And I cannot change that this will always be one of the most important things to me. My main beliefs and values are rooted in this want. As I said, I want a subtle change. So this want can stay.

Breaking it down though, how important is each aspect to me, right now?

  • Friendship Love: Extremely important. Although, not the most important as I feel I have it in abundance. I would always like more, of course, but I’m incredibly grateful for the amount I have. Plus I’m confident in my ability to gain more. How much you want something is often very dependent on how attainable it is. As I feel this is attainable, I don’t yearn for it too much.
  • Romantic Love: As of 6 months ago, the most important thing to me. I want this desire to lessen because it’s taken over me too much, and cultivates my mind to a point I have little room for other things. Plus, I know, that the less I want this, the more likely I am to get it (thank you, G-d, for that wonderful paradox, I honestly do admire your sense of irony). I also feel far more confident in getting this now than I did 6 months ago, yet not the most confident in the world, but I know dwelling on it is a flaw I have. So I think I’ll be killing about 3 or 4 birds with one stone by moving this priority lower. Or replacing it with something else, which is probably a more realistic solution.
  • Family Love: I am incredibly lucky to never have to worry about this, as my parents have created a far warmer environment than I could ever ask for. Although I’m moving out next year for University (please G-d), so I do want to raise this priority higher as a thank you to them, and to make sure I have no regrets when I leave.
  • The Love from Strangers: Something very different to Respect from Strangers, which comes from creating something admirable. Love is an emotion, so is extremely personal, and is only created when I reach out to someone in a specific way, and change their emotions. This could be from an act of kindness, making someone smile, listening to someone who needed help, replying to a post online declaring sadness, helping someone in school either physically or emotionally. Most people would define this as simply “being a good person”. But I like to break things down, because I find things easier to understand that way. But, yes, I want to make this a higher priority, because too often am I lost in some daydream that I don’t notice those around me, and miss out on gaining love from a stranger. Or to make someone’s day better.

Respect. As mentioned above, this is different from Love. This doesn’t get someone personally involved, but simply lets them admire you, or your talents. And I too often forget that having respect can be almost as important as having love. To have love, it shows you’ve left your mark on a person. To have respect, it shows you’ve left your mark on the world.

And when I die, I don’t only want to be known as “the girl who was touched many people’s hearts”, but also as the girl who inspired, who fired up people’s minds as well. The girl who changed the world by making everyone she knew feel loved AND by making people she didn’t know feel mentally stimulated.

Maybe that should be the basis for my new priority. To be Respected. To be Admired. To be Inspiring.

Well, no, not the last one. You don’t inspire people by TRYING to inspire them. Inspiration is just the dust that rubs off of your creation, and lingers on the people that passed by it. It is not the creation itself.

But somehow, being defined as “the girl who I respect” doesn’t fit me well. Like a dress the wrong size, it hangs oddly on me, and I don’t feel snug in it.

What I do like is “the writer”, but I can’t really AIM to be a writer, as that’s more of by-product of having ideas seeping out of me. When I was “the hopeless romantic” I was still, somewhat, a writer (but less), but everything I wrote was about Love. About Him. “The Hopeless Romantic” is a definition which fits a lot like a pair of very high heels - it feels great and you feel it makes you look INCREDIBLE…until you wear it for a long while and it starts to hurt, until it’s hindering you from even moving forward.

However, what I DO like, though, is “the girl who makes a proactive contribution”. A bit of a mouthful, yes, but I like it. I like the image I get when I have this as my top priority. “Proactive contribution” seems like a weird phrase at first, but it’s more than just a “positive contribution”, which you don’t always need to think about much to do. A “proactive” one, however, is one that requires thought. I want to be the girl who thinking about how she can better the world.

I want to leave a mark on my school in my last year.

Yeah. I think that’s a reasonable goal. It’s not easy, but it’s realistic. Plus it’s far more attainable and less vague than “I want to leave a mark on the world”.

This will be my new Top Priority. To make a Proactive Contribution, with specific focus on my school.

Which fits beautifully with the mental health movement I wanted to start with a friend of mine, but was always too distracted to do it :)

Many people say we try to categorise and define ourselves too much, and sometimes these people are right. But I know myself, and I know I need to define myself, else my thoughts will run free and I’ll start to daydream (something which always takes me 2 steps backwards).

So this is me. The girl who wants to make a proactive change to her surroundings :)

(But also wants to be loved by friends, family, strangers, and someone special. And enjoys writing and listening to music and reading and parties and clubbing and being a teenager.)

8PM
Priorities.
Those are the things that define who we are.
Some say that our looks define us, or our friends, or our grades, or our hobbies. Some would completely disagree and say none of these define us.
Well what if it’s both?
If your top priority is to look good, then your looks will define who you are. If your looks aren’t the most notable thing about you, it doesn’t mean you’re ugly, or messy. It simply means your looks are not your top priority.
If your top priority is to be sociable, then your friends will define who you are. The fact you have a large amount of friends, whom you constantly talk to, will show this is your top priority.
If your top priority is to have the best grades possible, then chances are you’ll do everything in your means to get there. And so you will most likely have incredible grades.
I don’t know if priorities are inherited, if they’re a biological thing, or a cultural thing, or an individual thing, or a little bit of all of these - but that’s not what this post is about. It’s to simply highlight the importance of priorities, as it’s just struck me.
The reason my mental state is so different now than it was to, say, last year, is because my top priority has recently changed. Around 6 months ago, it changed to Romantic Love. My top priority was to have a romantic relationship, and so that was what defined me. I was even happy about this, proud to say I was a hopeless romantic. I became so engrossed in romance, I would easily define myself as a Hopeless Romantic. 
But recently I’ve discovered that I don’t want to be that girl any more. Of course I suited it, as top priorities usually suit a person, and I definitely know that I wear it well (“it” being my heart on my sleeve, excuse the cheese). But I, myself, am sick of romance being the front thing on my mind. For a while I tried to force the thoughts out of my head, but now I realise that I cannot suppress the thing that I value the most important to me. So what can I do? Change my priorities.
And now to go priority shopping…
(In the next post, as I realise this one is getting a tad too long).

Priorities.

Those are the things that define who we are.

Some say that our looks define us, or our friends, or our grades, or our hobbies. Some would completely disagree and say none of these define us.

Well what if it’s both?

If your top priority is to look good, then your looks will define who you are. If your looks aren’t the most notable thing about you, it doesn’t mean you’re ugly, or messy. It simply means your looks are not your top priority.

If your top priority is to be sociable, then your friends will define who you are. The fact you have a large amount of friends, whom you constantly talk to, will show this is your top priority.

If your top priority is to have the best grades possible, then chances are you’ll do everything in your means to get there. And so you will most likely have incredible grades.

I don’t know if priorities are inherited, if they’re a biological thing, or a cultural thing, or an individual thing, or a little bit of all of these - but that’s not what this post is about. It’s to simply highlight the importance of priorities, as it’s just struck me.

The reason my mental state is so different now than it was to, say, last year, is because my top priority has recently changed. Around 6 months ago, it changed to Romantic Love. My top priority was to have a romantic relationship, and so that was what defined me. I was even happy about this, proud to say I was a hopeless romantic. I became so engrossed in romance, I would easily define myself as a Hopeless Romantic. 

But recently I’ve discovered that I don’t want to be that girl any more. Of course I suited it, as top priorities usually suit a person, and I definitely know that I wear it well (“it” being my heart on my sleeve, excuse the cheese). But I, myself, am sick of romance being the front thing on my mind. For a while I tried to force the thoughts out of my head, but now I realise that I cannot suppress the thing that I value the most important to me. So what can I do? Change my priorities.

And now to go priority shopping…

(In the next post, as I realise this one is getting a tad too long).

October92011
September292011

As pathetic as it is, I have to admit.

Sometimes I think that if I just let people in this year, I will find someone so much better than him.

And then I panic and think: what if nobody is as accepting, and understanding as he was?

Or seemed to be.

9PM
It happened again.
I was struck with yet another idea of a new blog, to help people. For  people to post some story and I give them advice/listen to them.
This time for broken hearts, and anyone caught in the painful side of Love.
It even had a name. Open Arms For Broken Hearts.
It would be spectacular. I would help so many people with so many  problems, all whilst getting to talk about love (and if you know me, you  know I would pay to do this :P).
But then I realised I was doing it again. Putting my life on hold for someone else.
Everyone hides behind something. Some people put up a bitchy front,  or act like someone “cool” so that they don’t get hurt. Some people  spend their life watching TV because they love watching others live out  their lives, but wouldn’t dare start their own.
Me? I hide behind other people’s pain. Pouring my energy into helping  others sounds so attractive to me because helping someone mend their  own life allows me to pause my own. I don’t have those moments where I  show my true introvert colours, sitting on facebook, trying to push  myself to talk to someone on chat. I take the back seat in my own life  by sitting in the passenger seat of someone else’s.
It’s the Jewish New Year today. One change I’m going to make this  year is that I am actually going to live this year. More than every  before.
I’m going to procrastinate less, think about doing things less, analyse other people less, and hide less.
I want to get great at living. And that comes through practice. Nobody can do this practice but me.

It happened again.

I was struck with yet another idea of a new blog, to help people. For people to post some story and I give them advice/listen to them.

This time for broken hearts, and anyone caught in the painful side of Love.

It even had a name. Open Arms For Broken Hearts.

It would be spectacular. I would help so many people with so many problems, all whilst getting to talk about love (and if you know me, you know I would pay to do this :P).

But then I realised I was doing it again. Putting my life on hold for someone else.

Everyone hides behind something. Some people put up a bitchy front, or act like someone “cool” so that they don’t get hurt. Some people spend their life watching TV because they love watching others live out their lives, but wouldn’t dare start their own.

Me? I hide behind other people’s pain. Pouring my energy into helping others sounds so attractive to me because helping someone mend their own life allows me to pause my own. I don’t have those moments where I show my true introvert colours, sitting on facebook, trying to push myself to talk to someone on chat. I take the back seat in my own life by sitting in the passenger seat of someone else’s.

It’s the Jewish New Year today. One change I’m going to make this year is that I am actually going to live this year. More than every before.

I’m going to procrastinate less, think about doing things less, analyse other people less, and hide less.

I want to get great at living. And that comes through practice. Nobody can do this practice but me.

April22011
March302011

Actual Children’s Answers to The Question “What Is Love?”
“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.” - Chrissy, age 6 “Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.” - Terri, age 4“Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.” - Danny, age 7“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.” - Emily, age 8
“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.” - Bobby, age 7
“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,” - Nikka, age 6
“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.” - Noelle, age 7
“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.” - Tommy, age 6
“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.” - Cindy, age 8
“My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.” - Clare, age 6
“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.” - Elaine, age 5
“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Brad Pitt.” - Chris, age 7
“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.” - Mary Ann, age 4
“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” - Lauren, age 4
“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.” - Rebecca, age 8
“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” - Karen, age 7
“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.” - Jessica, age 8

Actual Children’s Answers to The Question “What Is Love?”

“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.” - Chrissy, age 6 

“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.” - Terri, age 4

“Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.” - Danny, age 7

“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.” - Emily, age 8

“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.” - Bobby, age 7

“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,” - Nikka, age 6

“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.” - Noelle, age 7

“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.” - Tommy, age 6

“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.” - Cindy, age 8

“My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.” - Clare, age 6

“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.” - Elaine, age 5

“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Brad Pitt.” - Chris, age 7

“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.” - Mary Ann, age 4

“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” - Lauren, age 4

“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.” - Rebecca, age 8

“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” - Karen, age 7

“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.” - Jessica, age 8


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