December 25, 2010

*Insert Misleading Title*

I remember back in elementary school, we got aked to fill out these little quizzes and they'd ask us about our role models. Or in slam books, where bright-coloured glitter pens would speak volumes about who we were at that time, depending on who we jotted down as our role model.

I could never come up with a name.

I've never had a role model, or a person I'd look up to. I think this is probably because I've always wanted to be my own person, uninfluenced by others. Copying others has always been a pet-peeve of mine, and I believe my childhood was no different. It irked me to the end of my wits if one of my siblings jokingly told me I only did a particular thing to be like said person.I remember how fiercely I'd argue to get my point across. Ofcourse, my pitch directly proportional to my level of frustration at not being heard.

I guess this speaks about the nature of man, about how imperfect man is. We all have certain qualities, certain talents, some God-gifted skill if you will at which we're ace. But there's always something we lack. For example, great artistic sense but a serious lack of social skills. I probably realized way early as a kid that it's better to be your own person than look up to someone because they weren't perfect, and if they weren't perfect, well then there's no point in making them an ideal, an idol.

I don't think I was or am narcissistic, I mean God alone knows how wonderful it would to be to have just a dash of narcissism in me. I mean, there were things I admired about people, like a particular talent or skill, and it inspired me and made me want to take the initiative and achieve great things like them, but I never wanted to be them or be like them. Sure, having talents like them would be great, but not the whole deal.

So anyway, that was a little something dug up from my past. How about you? Ever had a role model? What's your take on the whole idol/ideal thing?

December 22, 2010

Teenage Dreams

Let's stay up all night watching the fireflies as they dance around the flames.
Fiery flames, hissing, burning. Licking us.
Consuming us into the moment.
Hand in hand we skip through life, paths undiscovered, destinies unfulfilled. The background a dizzying array of scenic pasts, we come through.

Teenage dreams, reverberating through our souls.

Titles are a Dead Giveaway for the Content of the Entry. Therefore, I revolt!

There's a hole in the bottom of the sea,
There's a hole in the bottom of the sea,
There's a hole, there's a hole
There's a hole in the bottom of the sea.

There's a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea,
There's a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea,
There's a log, there's a log
There's a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea.

Am I the only one who sees a connection here?
Tsk tsk.
Corrupting young minds...

December 12, 2010

Munni Badnaam Hui, Darling Teri Liye!

*walks into room full of angry, shoe-and-other-random-objects holding bloggers with arms crossed over head*

Someone's been bad.
*hears imaginary spanking*

Right. So long, uninformed absences? What be the cause?
Well folks, the time came in the life of yours truly where, HOLD YOUR BREATH, the passion died down.
People kept nagging me about how blogging is a time-wasting activity and how I do nothing productive with my time.
Said people also told me that I will never be able to do anything in life if I whiled it away on the internet. Said people were HA-IN-YO-FACED after I got my first real job via Twitter, for the Berkman Center in Harvard too. *ho-snap* Can I say ha once more?

So anyway. I've decided to take things under my control, seeing as it IS my life and I AM 18 years old and venturing out into the world. And do my own thang!
And I don't give a flying poo (here's to visualization!) about what anyone else thinks. I don't want to live their life, I'm living mine. And I call the shots here.
So, that's that. I'll keep doing what I have to do. For too long I've let others dictate my passions, it's time I dictate my own.

I feel so rusty with this whole blogging thing, considering I've been away for a good few months.