Instead of perpetrating the usual bit of drama created by some random unhappy person, I have decided that to get rid of the problem as fast as possible is the best way to deal with that kind of thing. In this case, a person who enjoys and wants to see me get angry and/or sad.
Therefore, do not be surprised when you figure out that I have blocked both your msn accounts, and that I have taken you out of my "friends" list on Facebook. If you do not treat me as a friend should, you will not be considered one.
Time has changed, so have I, and I refuse to be treated that way. I'm sorry to tell you this, but you'll have to find another person to take your frustrations out on.
However, if you were to stop treating me in such a way, I would gladly add you back to me Facebook friends and unblock your msn accounts.
Right now, though, that seems unlikely. Oh well.
Not.My.Problem.
Byebye :)
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Aftermath
Never in a million years would I have thought I could get so upset because an actor had died. It wasn't so much that I dislike them...more that I don't know them, and therefore can't feel anything but sympathy for the families and the friends. For some reason, Heath Ledger dying had the effect of a bomb dropping for me, which is probably why I've been dreaming of bombs and shootings and death in general for the past couple of days.
It's only been two days and it feels like forever. And I know why. It's because Heath Ledger was the only actor whose portrayal of a character was so deep, meaningful and utterly amazing that it triggered some kind of change in me, in my personality. It touched me. In a way, I was taking the actor for granted, foolishly thinking he would be there for decades, and give me more of those amazing performances of his. Opportunities for me to change and, therefore, to grow.
But Heath Ledger is gone now, as is the promise of a long career full of amazing roles. After this summer's The Dark Knight, we will never get to see a Heath Ledger movie ever again. He'll never light up the screen with that wonderful presence of his. I'll miss seeing an actor who can actually become a character instead of just playing it. I'll miss it a lot.
The worst part in all of this, other than the tragedy of a father dying and leaving behind his two-year-old daughter, is the trolls. The stupid remarks, mean-spirited comments, attacks on him because he played a gay cowboy in Brokeback Mountain. To that, I only have one answer really. It would be unkind of me to write it down. But in a nutshell, I guess I would state that I really suffer from this phobia : Homophobia-Phobia. I think anyone who, at this point, is close-minded enough to ridicule homosexual people deserves the worst kind of punishment. I don't know what that is, given that it's different for everybody, but they deserve it. Especially the ones who can't shut up about it and make disparaging comments about gay people. Especially!, the ones who are making horrible comments about Heath Ledger when the man just died. Have a little respect, for goodness' sake!
Back to my point though, I will really miss Ledgend. He was, after all, my favourite actor. I truly hope that his daughter will grow up to be told about her dad.
It's only been two days and it feels like forever. And I know why. It's because Heath Ledger was the only actor whose portrayal of a character was so deep, meaningful and utterly amazing that it triggered some kind of change in me, in my personality. It touched me. In a way, I was taking the actor for granted, foolishly thinking he would be there for decades, and give me more of those amazing performances of his. Opportunities for me to change and, therefore, to grow.
But Heath Ledger is gone now, as is the promise of a long career full of amazing roles. After this summer's The Dark Knight, we will never get to see a Heath Ledger movie ever again. He'll never light up the screen with that wonderful presence of his. I'll miss seeing an actor who can actually become a character instead of just playing it. I'll miss it a lot.
The worst part in all of this, other than the tragedy of a father dying and leaving behind his two-year-old daughter, is the trolls. The stupid remarks, mean-spirited comments, attacks on him because he played a gay cowboy in Brokeback Mountain. To that, I only have one answer really. It would be unkind of me to write it down. But in a nutshell, I guess I would state that I really suffer from this phobia : Homophobia-Phobia. I think anyone who, at this point, is close-minded enough to ridicule homosexual people deserves the worst kind of punishment. I don't know what that is, given that it's different for everybody, but they deserve it. Especially the ones who can't shut up about it and make disparaging comments about gay people. Especially!, the ones who are making horrible comments about Heath Ledger when the man just died. Have a little respect, for goodness' sake!
Back to my point though, I will really miss Ledgend. He was, after all, my favourite actor. I truly hope that his daughter will grow up to be told about her dad.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Heath Ledger Dies at 28
First Headline I got to read today. Pretty morbid.
To be completely honest, with the hard times she's been going through, I was expecting Britney Spears to die. Heath Ledger, however, not so much. From a sleeping pill overdose, even less. From a possible suicide attempt? Not at all.
The saddest part if that Heath Ledger and Michelle Williams have a very, very young daughter who will never get to know her dad. Wow. I am just so shocked. Really sad, even though I didn't know the man.
...........
Wow.
This is mind-boggling. My brain has stopped working. I can't believe it. Of all people. Heath Ledger has died. Of a possible suicide attempt. Drug Overdose.
Wow.
RIP Heath Ledger.
To be completely honest, with the hard times she's been going through, I was expecting Britney Spears to die. Heath Ledger, however, not so much. From a sleeping pill overdose, even less. From a possible suicide attempt? Not at all.
The saddest part if that Heath Ledger and Michelle Williams have a very, very young daughter who will never get to know her dad. Wow. I am just so shocked. Really sad, even though I didn't know the man.
...........
Wow.
This is mind-boggling. My brain has stopped working. I can't believe it. Of all people. Heath Ledger has died. Of a possible suicide attempt. Drug Overdose.
Wow.
RIP Heath Ledger.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Out of my Mind
It's really intense, the feeling you get when all of a sudden, it seems like you are the biggest failure around. Like when you're studying for a Chemistry Diploma Exam and that you're just panicking because of your sudden lack of memory.
Overall, I'd say I'm probably going to pass this one with better marks than I did in Physics, and hopefully I'll be above 80% as a final mark. I'd really like that.
Right now though, I'm just thinking about the irony of the situation. You can do nothing for years, or you can try your best to do well in school. When it really comes down to it, though, the ones who do nothing are better off. If no one expects you to do well, you don't have to worry about their disappointment if you don't. Goodness, if you do well, then you're a hero.
However, if you've been a good student for a long time, people aren't as lenient. They expect you to do well. Whether you do or not doesn't matter, because either way, you're either dissatisfying them or leaving them cold with your impressive academic skills. If you don't do well, you disappoint. Get a good grade, and you will notice the total lack of enthusiasm, surprise or congratulations. Everyone expects you to be that person already! Why should they have to comfort you when you're worried about said exam? Why should they be happy, surprised, congratulatory or enthusiastic about your amazing marks, when they were expecting them in the first place?
The world is a giant world of injustices, and it's sad that the ones who do best are the ones everyone judges the most meticulously.
SIGH
Adieu
Overall, I'd say I'm probably going to pass this one with better marks than I did in Physics, and hopefully I'll be above 80% as a final mark. I'd really like that.
Right now though, I'm just thinking about the irony of the situation. You can do nothing for years, or you can try your best to do well in school. When it really comes down to it, though, the ones who do nothing are better off. If no one expects you to do well, you don't have to worry about their disappointment if you don't. Goodness, if you do well, then you're a hero.
However, if you've been a good student for a long time, people aren't as lenient. They expect you to do well. Whether you do or not doesn't matter, because either way, you're either dissatisfying them or leaving them cold with your impressive academic skills. If you don't do well, you disappoint. Get a good grade, and you will notice the total lack of enthusiasm, surprise or congratulations. Everyone expects you to be that person already! Why should they have to comfort you when you're worried about said exam? Why should they be happy, surprised, congratulatory or enthusiastic about your amazing marks, when they were expecting them in the first place?
The world is a giant world of injustices, and it's sad that the ones who do best are the ones everyone judges the most meticulously.
SIGH
Adieu
Saturday, January 19, 2008
California Dreaming-
This lady got really mad at me today because of the lack of free chickens. Never in my life have I seen someone get that mad just because they couldn't get an 8$ chicken free.
Changing subjects now, I just watched The Heartbreak Kid, and it was "MEH". I'm going to watch The Pianist now, because I've wanted to see it for so long.
In other news, I am really frustrated because after checking my Paris account, I noticed that the payable amount didn't make any sense. Neither does the paid amount. It's impossible to pay 100$ and to write 300$ cheques and to end up with 1799$ paid, simply because 300 x 6 =1800 + 99 = 1899.
Oh well.
Changing subjects now, I just watched The Heartbreak Kid, and it was "MEH". I'm going to watch The Pianist now, because I've wanted to see it for so long.
In other news, I am really frustrated because after checking my Paris account, I noticed that the payable amount didn't make any sense. Neither does the paid amount. It's impossible to pay 100$ and to write 300$ cheques and to end up with 1799$ paid, simply because 300 x 6 =1800 + 99 = 1899.
Oh well.
Friday, January 18, 2008
I'm in the Business.
I have this new obsession for Minesweeper, where I could just spend hours playing it. Weird, huh?
Well today was a completely pointless day, waste of what could have been 5 more hours of sleep. Chemistry was....Chemistry. Nothing bad to say about that one. The bad part of the day must've been the bus ride home.
Now I don't usually let a bunch of dimwitted jackasses get to me, but you can only really take that kind of idiocy for a certain amount of time before you start to feel as if your brains are going to melt from the pure lack of intelligence displayed by said dimwitted jackasses.
Point in case - bullying younger, smaller, defenseless kids for no good reason. I'm not even going to pretend that I haven't teased a fair amount of people myself - because I have - but they were never the kind not to bite back. After a while, I came to my senses, too, and found something else to do with my time...Apparently, some people love to make their whole life revolve around a singular being that is apparently the personification of everything they "hate" - quotation marks because to really hate someone, you have to know what hate means (most people don't) .
Bullying is just one of those things that make me very very angry. Only one thing really makes me angry. Injustice. Honestly, bullying has to be the worst form of injustice you'll find in high schools. Except for racism and discrimination - which is just sickening - and sexism -I mean, stop being a brainless macho asshole and open your eyes to the fact that women are just as good as you are, for goodness' sake!
But back to my original point, injustice really makes my blood boil. I will not stand for it, and I will definitely *not* shut up for the sake of not being called a "tattle-taler" - which would be inaccurate regardless, because a tattle-taler invents stories.
Anyway, as if the day wasn't bad enough already, I was called a bitch [HA! hahahahaha] for no reason - or actually, because I thought something was "sort of morally unethical" and said it out loud. Goodness, I deserve to be burnt at the stake. Frankly though, why should I care about a person who, at our age, still MIMICS people with a weird voice and then says "Look at me, I'm a bitch" to prove their point?
Can't think of any reasons? Neither can I. Guess that's settled then.
Hm, I'd forgotten how cathartic [the adjective here, not the noun :S :P] writing this blog was!
Later :)
P.S. Sorry for the colourful language. Although I usually refrain from swearing and using insulting words [such as dimwitted jackasses], they tend to slip out when I'm ticked off.
Well today was a completely pointless day, waste of what could have been 5 more hours of sleep. Chemistry was....Chemistry. Nothing bad to say about that one. The bad part of the day must've been the bus ride home.
Now I don't usually let a bunch of dimwitted jackasses get to me, but you can only really take that kind of idiocy for a certain amount of time before you start to feel as if your brains are going to melt from the pure lack of intelligence displayed by said dimwitted jackasses.
Point in case - bullying younger, smaller, defenseless kids for no good reason. I'm not even going to pretend that I haven't teased a fair amount of people myself - because I have - but they were never the kind not to bite back. After a while, I came to my senses, too, and found something else to do with my time...Apparently, some people love to make their whole life revolve around a singular being that is apparently the personification of everything they "hate" - quotation marks because to really hate someone, you have to know what hate means (most people don't) .
Bullying is just one of those things that make me very very angry. Only one thing really makes me angry. Injustice. Honestly, bullying has to be the worst form of injustice you'll find in high schools. Except for racism and discrimination - which is just sickening - and sexism -I mean, stop being a brainless macho asshole and open your eyes to the fact that women are just as good as you are, for goodness' sake!
But back to my original point, injustice really makes my blood boil. I will not stand for it, and I will definitely *not* shut up for the sake of not being called a "tattle-taler" - which would be inaccurate regardless, because a tattle-taler invents stories.
Anyway, as if the day wasn't bad enough already, I was called a bitch [HA! hahahahaha] for no reason - or actually, because I thought something was "sort of morally unethical" and said it out loud. Goodness, I deserve to be burnt at the stake. Frankly though, why should I care about a person who, at our age, still MIMICS people with a weird voice and then says "Look at me, I'm a bitch" to prove their point?
Can't think of any reasons? Neither can I. Guess that's settled then.
Hm, I'd forgotten how cathartic [the adjective here, not the noun :S :P] writing this blog was!
Later :)
P.S. Sorry for the colourful language. Although I usually refrain from swearing and using insulting words [such as dimwitted jackasses], they tend to slip out when I'm ticked off.
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