Sometimes we forget that there’s much more to life than school

“there’s more to life than grades.”

Patrick Lu

I failed my computer science exam last week. For a couple of hours after the exam, I was feeling hopeless. How am I going to major in computer science if I can’t even pass this exam? How am I going to get a job? I usually get A’s on my exams and I was kicking myself for not studying more.

The day before the exam, I didn’t study at all. Instead, I went to a Lindsey Stirling concert and then later went to celebrate Obama’s victory over Romney.

And you know what? After those few hours were over, I don’t regret it at all. I would still go to the concert and then go celebrate Obama’s victory. I don’t know if I’ll ever see Lindsey Stirling live again and she was amazing. I definitely won’t ever see Obama take office again.

View original post 700 more words

Advertisements

Why I Pray Even Though I Know Better

” I pray because when I do it moves my heart in ways that my brain cannot.” Totally agree. Amen!

Thought Catalog


I consider myself to be a rational person.

I mean sure, I’m emotional. After a heartfelt episode of Glee or when those Tide commercials come on during the Olympics—I am a blubbering mess. But for the most part, and on most days, I think I’m a considerably rational person.

The truth is because I am a rational person, I know better than to believe a lot of things. I know better than to believe that global warming is just a myth. I know better than to believe that systems of racial, social, and economic injustices have been absolved. I know better than to believe that the Sunday morning brunch wait will, “just be 15 more minutes.”

And to be honest, I know better than to pray.

Because I’m a person who believes in doing things that make sense.

I know better than to do things like get down on my…

View original post 446 more words

6 Signs He Isn’t Interested In You

2/6 wow

Thought Catalog


I’ve been the uninterested one before. The one sending out platonic vibes strong enough to be picked up by radio. And, I never cease to be confused when the intended receiver of my sexual and romantic disinterest is oblivious. Continues to pursue. Makes a move.

But unfortunately, I’ve been on the receiving end of the apathetic vibes and my unremitting optimism sometimes blinds blaring signals. From my view, these are the obvious signs we should not ignore:

1. He is great at answering questions.

He would answer them all day if you kept asking (which you could, you’re full of them). He could work on asking questions, though. Just once. Just ask me something. Ask me about my day. Anything.

2. He doesn’t see you when you’re not talking, when you’re talking to someone else, when you move to the other side of the room, when you leave the party.

View original post 210 more words

An Open Letter To All Boys Who Look Right Past Me

“…and a mouth unafraid of its own voice.” Oh that line… it is made just so powerful and meaningful.

Thought Catalog

An Open Letter to All Boys Who Look Right Past Me

You never gave me a second glance; me, fifteen years old with freckled cheeks, a state of constant nervousness, and a body so flat and thin, I’d practically disappear behind a flagpole. You, with your cerulean oceans for eyes, the perfect joke for every moment, and the ability to pluck my damn heart like guitar strings. I’d sing a song for you every night. But you never heard it. Darling, you never even tried to listen.

You looked at me, but you chose to see something else; me, seventeen years old with freckled cheeks, a deceased father, and clinging to a slowly dimming light. You, with deep, brown eyes that undressed me without my permission. You saw wounded passion. I saw hope. I saw the glimmer of something everlasting, right as I learned life wasn’t.

You touched me, but pulled away when I reached to meet you; me, twenty years…

View original post 269 more words

My inner underwears

How magical love is for people who have mutual feelings for one another yet sometimes, how playful also love can be when it makes you feel how painful this relationship might end. Ladies and gentlemen, this is my speech about one-sided affair.

I find it hard to forget someone who gave me so much to remember. The guy who makes butterflies fly in my stomach is the guy who gave me an assurance that this so-called “more than friends” relationship will bloom into something seriously fun and wonderful.

I solemnly believed in my panty, for I know that it will keep beating for him. My panty knows that I love him. For every time I feel special, it keeps pumping very very fast. My panty is the one responsible for my emotions. I let my panty take charge of hoping, expecting and assuming that the time will come that he and I will be both happy together. With my panty, I did try to love him as a friend but I didn’t expect that my love will go further than that.

My panty demands for forever while on the other hand, my brief only wants is a chance. I believe in my brief because it is the one in-charge of logical thinking and reasoning. It is the one responsible for guarding my panty. I can say that my brief is the objective one while my panty is the subjective type.

I also believed in my brief the moment my panty was abused by such demands of mine. For the moment when a misunderstanding arises, my egoistic brief protects myself from such pain that might come.

I admit that when it comes to love, I don’t know what to use and when to use it. Is it my panty that created an ideal guy out of him? Or is it my brief that only wants to feel being loved back? But whatever it is, one thing is for sure. And that is I cannot lose something or someone I never had at the first place.

 

 

Once again, I presented this in our Speech Class. Our professor said we should be wearing both a panty and a brief. Panty for femininity while Brief for masculinity. We should be able to use these under-wears as a metaphor in our life. And of course, I got to apply them in the field of love, well one-sided love to be exact. Though I said earlier the representations of these under-wears, I tried to play the content of my above speech. Hence I somehow interchange the qualities of the panty and brief. I represented the panty as an emotional egoistic heart; while the brief as a logical sympathetic brain. And in the end, I think I was able to share the uneasiness of a one-sided affair since I got a high score. Yey! LOL.

7 Jobs You Will Have In Your 20s (And What You Will Learn From Each One)

Preparing myself for this mean business world jobs after graduating in college. Ohhh.

Thought Catalog

1. The degrading job.

Whether you are slinging burgers, managing a cash register, or making lattés for a never-ending stream of office workers who don’t care how early it is, they’re going to yell their order at you and you have to go through it. You have to work at the kind of job that teaches you just how deeply ingrained the concept of social castes is in some people. You have to depend on tips, or the whims of customers, and take all the wrath that should rightfully be directed at your manager (who is somehow never there).

What you learn: What it feels like to be the nobody that everyone takes out their irrational rage on, and how good it feels when someone finally treats you like a human being in that position. (And this will ensure that you will never be that mean customer yourself, because you…

View original post 866 more words