*sighs*
*facepalm*
I started the book, but I really cannot see it through to the end.
In my opinion - key words here being my opinion - it is not a good book. I personally feel as if it is written really well. It is authentic, in the way, in how some of the book is written script like. However, despite all this, I...
I just watched the movie trailer which seems awesome, so I may hang in there actually...
Tuesday, 29 December 2015
Sunday, 27 December 2015
Christmas
Christmas this year was amazing.
The thing I love about it the most is that we did not need a Christmas tree. We did not watch much TV - everything this time of year is saturated with festivity, which can get quite nauseating at times. We did not need turkey and roasted potatoes and we did not cook much. We didn't break open crackers or sit around a table together.
Joy and I cleaned my room and I stuck up pictures on the wall. We sat on the floor on my room, doing a 500 piece puzzle and literally three hours passed by. We admitted defeat after a while and went to have lunch. We talked. Watched Doctor Who. Alex Kingston is an amazing actress and I cried.
My mum made rice - we usually have rice on Christmas - sprouts, spring rolls and meatballs.
Sufra
I have started volunteering in a food bank.
Today was my first day.
Here are the pros.
It is one minute away from my house.
Only three hours on a Sunday. Fortnightly.
Anisa, the girl who works there went to Copland and she is really bubbly and friendly.
It is like a hang out zone for my siblings, so I volunteer with people I know.
They have free cup cakes and food.
I feel like I am doing something worthwhile.
Today was my first day.
Here are the pros.
It is one minute away from my house.
Only three hours on a Sunday. Fortnightly.
Anisa, the girl who works there went to Copland and she is really bubbly and friendly.
It is like a hang out zone for my siblings, so I volunteer with people I know.
They have free cup cakes and food.
I feel like I am doing something worthwhile.
Thursday, 10 December 2015
Third Eye
I love Florence + the machine's new album.
I especially like the way how she uses words in her lyrics. It is like the way poetry but with haunting background music. In none of her lyrics are swearing. There are some songs, that the whole way through the song it is like ' B**** N*****.'
I don't really like that some of the new videos contain nudity because before, what I respected most about Florence was that she did not have to take of her clothes to get fans. Like she did not have to go on stage half naked. It's funny because most of her performances on stage, she is wearing like so much clothes. Like a long dress or something.
Anyway, that is not even my point / or what I want to talk about in this post.
She has this song called Third eye.
One of my favorite lines is that 'you deserve what you are given.'
I did not really get it at first. As in, sometimes people want more than what they are given. Also, I thought, does it mean that we deserve all the pain and hurt that the world may inflict? (I guess, actually now thinking about it, it does on some level.)
As I listened to the song more, I sort of got the point more. The song is about / to a person who does not think that they deserve: happiness, love, friendship and to be treated well. A person who considers themselves not worthy to receive the good of the world. Perhaps because they are too stuck resenting themselves.
I especially like the way how she uses words in her lyrics. It is like the way poetry but with haunting background music. In none of her lyrics are swearing. There are some songs, that the whole way through the song it is like ' B**** N*****.'
I don't really like that some of the new videos contain nudity because before, what I respected most about Florence was that she did not have to take of her clothes to get fans. Like she did not have to go on stage half naked. It's funny because most of her performances on stage, she is wearing like so much clothes. Like a long dress or something.
Anyway, that is not even my point / or what I want to talk about in this post.
She has this song called Third eye.
One of my favorite lines is that 'you deserve what you are given.'
I did not really get it at first. As in, sometimes people want more than what they are given. Also, I thought, does it mean that we deserve all the pain and hurt that the world may inflict? (I guess, actually now thinking about it, it does on some level.)
As I listened to the song more, I sort of got the point more. The song is about / to a person who does not think that they deserve: happiness, love, friendship and to be treated well. A person who considers themselves not worthy to receive the good of the world. Perhaps because they are too stuck resenting themselves.
Tuesday, 8 December 2015
My Age of Anxiety
I have finished reading the books I wrote on my personal statement.
Better late than never, I guess. :)
They were really good books.
I cannot really lie and say that I didn't have to read them - not reading them would jeopardize my up coming Oxford interview.
However, they were really seriously amazing books.
I did not really feel I was reading them because I had to, but more because I was interested.
In my Age of Anxiety, it discussed classifying mental illnesses. Especially anxiety.
It is weird really. A disease that before being classified, not many people had it. But after being defined, it is quite uncommon not to know someone with it. Does this reflect that before defining anxiety that there was a large hidden figure or that after defining anxiety, people fitted themselves into categories? Or perhaps this just suggests that the prevalence has increased. Even then, that is questionable. How many people with mental illnesses, who have them are unaware? How many people who have mental illnesses go unreported? Then again. how many shy people have been catergorized as anxious? How many people who just aren't expressive with emotions have been described as depressed? The book illustrates really well that trying to assess trends of anxiety and mental illnesses over time and trying to draw an accurate conclusion onto who has the illness can be ambiguous.
Better late than never, I guess. :)
They were really good books.
I cannot really lie and say that I didn't have to read them - not reading them would jeopardize my up coming Oxford interview.
However, they were really seriously amazing books.
I did not really feel I was reading them because I had to, but more because I was interested.
In my Age of Anxiety, it discussed classifying mental illnesses. Especially anxiety.
It is weird really. A disease that before being classified, not many people had it. But after being defined, it is quite uncommon not to know someone with it. Does this reflect that before defining anxiety that there was a large hidden figure or that after defining anxiety, people fitted themselves into categories? Or perhaps this just suggests that the prevalence has increased. Even then, that is questionable. How many people with mental illnesses, who have them are unaware? How many people who have mental illnesses go unreported? Then again. how many shy people have been catergorized as anxious? How many people who just aren't expressive with emotions have been described as depressed? The book illustrates really well that trying to assess trends of anxiety and mental illnesses over time and trying to draw an accurate conclusion onto who has the illness can be ambiguous.
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