Redundancy is relevant

So uhm, like everyone could see, I am a bad blogger. For someone who claims that the one thing she could die doing is writing, I am terrible with blogging obligations. I never cared if anyone reads it, I never bothered reading others (unless I feel like keeping up with them or they are some strangers in a foreign land talking about things that interests me and/or prying on my sisters) - in short, it never matters to me. 

So er, why would this post be irrelevant? 

Because it will be where I rant about my discontent for the increasing trends of poses like this in every freaking profile of everyone: 

Yes peeps. It's the wave of Asian Poses that is sweeping unapologetically. (My apologies goes to whoever's picture got posted in this humble little rant of mine) It attacked the little girls in their tweens trying to look cuter than they already are, semi-teenage girls testing their phone cameras, teenage girls attempting to get guys by looking cute and being cool doing it, and post-teenage almost-adults never wanting to grow up. I'm not trying to demean everyone who does it, but it's annoying to the eyes because it's neither stylish nor natural. 

Those with any expertise on self-portrait will of course, defy everything that's written here. "Gimme a break, it's self-expression!" or maybe, meaner, "You're old, and you can't accept new trends". 

All I can say is well - you don't look in the least pretty in it, so why bother? 

I really hope it remains as a trend that will come and go fast. I genuinely love fashion and prided myself in having a sensible taste; however, I also believe in self-expression that genuinely express yourself. Poses like that makes me think of people who are not acting silly for the heck of it, but people who genuinely thinks that ONLY flattering pictures of themselves are any form of self-expression. Whatever happened to sincere-looking smiles? Pictures are things that you use to reminisce.

"Ah, that's sweet of me back then."

"Oh wow, I didn't realize how fat I was last time."

'Holy, I looked like a total nerd."

But what can you reminisce from these pictures with pseudo-cutesy poses? 

"Dude, was that me?"

"Shit, you don't look like yourself at all.'

With that, I take my leave. Will blog about something serious tomorrow. 

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

I want it end now.

I'm getting the feeling that I'm a nasty person to choose as a blogger. It's not my way of expressing ideas, thoughts - but it's for me to rant. And I just happened to be a far more eloquent posted when I'm pissed than anything.

I woke up today with a feverish state of body. Cold but not cold yet. Feeling sick but not sick yet.  A thought came across me that perhaps it's an unknown and yet to be curable ailment that renders me workable. Only sickly workable. Needless to say, lab session failed, and then the emo session begins. As much as I went on about creating datas for the subjective aspects of my thesis, when it comes down to it, I'm a pretty honest person. Thanks to my own ego that had somewhat commissioned an individualistic sense of honour that abides to no one but my own screwed up flow of logic. 

Probably at best at certain times, but I'm certain that it's the worst this time. Not only that I felt guilty about conjuring things up in places that might matter, but also an automatic self-condemning system would be activated. This is when I will be remembering how much I failed in certain times, how much of a useless jerk I am, what are the regrets I have. Granted this feeling probably does not last longer than a few days, but when it comes, it's nothing to shout about. Cue: complete loss of appetite, bad health, sudden shrinkage (a friend told me that it was obvious that I lost some weight), mood swings, erratic sleeping patterns, and the desire to burn (verbally) everyone who expressed immense hatred for things that I like.

I want an end to the pre-graduation struggle and get a job quickly. I know one could never be prepared enough for what's out there waiting, and I know I would miss the college life like hell when I left it for whatever I get later on. Things are just shitty and I'd rather be earning money than to sit around wasting my own health for something that might not even matter come this convocation. 

Say, if for example, instead of working as someone in the Science field, I ended up as the marketing staff. 

Hypothetically, of course. Though I am putting some efforts into applying for a job in publishing and journalism. Who know? 

Thursday, April 9, 2009