It’s certainly been a while since I’ve posted here. I won’t be going into details, but I’ve been very busy with life, and I couldn’t find the time to write here.
I have certainly grown since I last posted here. That means there are things I have published that I disagree with. I believe that some of them are not only uninformed; they are insensitive. Of course I didn’t mean any harm when I wrote them, but now that I know more and my opinions have changed, I will soon delete them. I won’t abandon this site for another one, but it will undergo many changes, and the deletion of said posts is one of them.
Another change is that I’ll be writing here more often next year. So no, my hiatus is probably not yet over, but I hope to publish at least one post every month in the new decade. Thank you for following this blog. I’ll see you soon.
2016 has been a rough year. We all know about the heated political debates, causing great tension between families and friends. Those who do not support Trump are devastated about the outcome of the election and afraid for their lives. So many people have died. Alan Rickman. Prince. Muhammad Ali. There are the killings of innocent Blacks by police and the destruction of Aleppo. 2016 has not even stopped for the holidays, as we are mourning the deaths of George Michael, Carrie Fisher, and Debbie Reynolds. They died on the first, third, and fourth day of Christmas (respectively). It makes me wonder what death(s) we will mourn tomorrow, and the day after that, and so on.
It’s not just the world outside me–it’s also the world within me that has experienced many difficulties this year. Relationships with friends have been especially rocky. In April I made a dear friend so angry he blocked me for a month on Instagram (we’ve made up since then). That was the time I developed anxiety.
This year has definitely been a year of opening up change and discussion for both myself and the world, but it’s just the beginning. I see people say, “Thank God 2016’s gonna be over, ’cause it sucks.” You think those struggles we’ve seen aren’t going to continue into 2017? I believe they were given to us to make us stronger. Let us not forget these dark days; for many, 2016 unveiled a world of brokenness that had been quietly tucked away for so long.
I’m sure it has also taught many people that the good times are fleeting. For some of us, that seems to be a redundant statement, but I know several people who have only known good times due to their societal privileges. Now they know how temporary things can be.
Nothing lasts; life goes on, full of surprises. You’ll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes…Except for death and paying taxes, everything in life is only for now.
—Avenue Q, in the song “For Now”
This doesn’t mean, though. For me, 2016 was not without little pockets of brightness. In 2016:
I finally opened up to many friends that I had ADHD. When I was diagnosed at the age of nine, my mom told me never to tell anyone except the teachers that I had it. She was afraid I would come home crying because my friends wouldn’t want to spend time with me anymore. And this went on for several years. Yet, throughout that period, I would notice that some of my friends would unknowingly make horrible, uninformed remarks about people with ADHD. And I felt like I couldn’t express myself as much. When I opened up, it brought about more respect for those with ADHD, as well as a greater knowledge of the condition.
After one of my friends became very upset with me and blocked me for a month, I discovered Zentangle and started drawing a lot more in order to cope with the situation. I also ventured into calligraphy and lettering. You can see my art on my Instagram page.
Finally, 2016 has left me personally with a very important lesson. It has taught me to recognize and fight against the very real injustices people face, but at the same time, always look for positivity in the darkest of times. Previously, this was easy to do, but with anxiety, not anymore. In 2017 I will try to forgive and be more positive. Here’s to a prosperous and brighter year. Cheers!
Some of my hopes for 2016 are farfetched, I know, and out of my control. But I still pray for them to happen, because they did not happen in 2015. Here they are, attainable and unattainable:
Some of my friends are not speaking to each other, and I know this isn’t my business to interfere, but I hope they will make amends. I’d like to see my friends for once, all standing hand in hand…
I want to get a typewriter. Also a quill and inkwell with parchment. Old school writing!
I need to assert myself better without distancing myself from people.
Nowadays, most of what we hear on the news consists of the latest updates on terrorist groups. I want these groups to disband and turn into good people, as well as no more Islamophobia.
Donald Trump being disqualified from running for President. He says we’re gonna build a wall to keep Mexicans out. That plan was already put into action during the Qin Dynasty, and the Huns still invaded China.
I’ve found so many of these posts here, so I thought I maybe I should do it too. If you want to know where this whole idea came from, it came from the Ambivert. Here we go!
Blogger of the year: pearlgirl. I love her writing and her reflections on things. For me, her blog is a combination of relatable moments and intriguing experiences that I haven’t really gone through. Maybe it’s because she’s an INFJ and I’m an ENFP. Our personality types share two letters: iNtuition (I did that on purpose) and Feeling. The ones we don’t share are Introversion and Extroversion (I really hate spelling it Extraversion because it does not look right when it sits next to Introversion), as well as Judging and Feeling.
Blog of the year: The High Heeled Papergirl, run by Giulia. By the way, I still cannot get over that cool spelling of that name. Seriously. I think I am going to name my baby after her if I ever give birth to a baby girl.
Kindest blogger: Juni Desireé. Her words, which are reminiscent of and just as haunting as the diary of Anne Frank, are sure to strike a deep note in anyone’s soul. And yes, they are painfully honest, but they are still kind and they reach out with outstretched arms.
Funniest blogger: Elly. She always makes me laugh so much.
Best photo taker: Jo Smith. I love her photography, and she has some good writing as well.
Best adviser: This one definitely goes to Sydney. So her blog isn’t really an advice-blog, but there are some good bits in there that have helped me when I’ve felt alone.
The newbie: Alex, who is off to a great start, despite only having her blog up for a few weeks. A hundred followers already? Man, I’ve only got two hundred something and I’ve been here for three years.
Prettiest blog: Ciao Bella. Her handwritten blog widgets are the best!
The helper: I don’t know.
Most optimistic blogger: I think this one should go to Amanda, who touches on so many of her bad experiences, but never fails to add a bit of the-sun’ll-come-out-tomorrow optimism to her blog.
The she-spirit, named Hypatia, sighed. She was to follow the Order of Valda, the she-spirit inhabiting the Sun and thus the Supreme She-Spirit of the Eightfold Cosmic Realm. According to one of the rules in the extensive Order, the she-spirits could do anything with the planets they inhabited as long as they didn’t let them go to waste. And Hypatia had clearly broken that rule. She was the most creative out of her fellow she-spirits. She had made miniature he-spirits and she-spirits to live on her Earth, which she called humans, as well as some other creatures. These humans had slowly taken advantage of Hypatia (unknowingly; they did not know of Hypatia or the Order of Valda or anything like that. They did know of the Eightfold Cosmic Realm, but they called it the Solar System) and the Earth. Slowly but surely, the humans, seeking power and trying to make life easier in the wrong ways, corrupted the Earth, polluting and stripping it of its natural resources. It had taken a toll on Hypatia, who wasn’t in the best shape.
So that’s really all I have for now; sorry!
Anyways, take a look at my new signature (and yes, it’s my handwriting):
Can you believe it? It’s 2014 already. Yesterday, we had a magical crack-of-2014 with relatives, midnight munching on bread, brie, butter, and whole milk.
I seriously love this Google Doodle. I like how this Doodle is interactive, and how Google embraces the typical celebrate-with-lights approach to celebrating the New Year in a new way. They didn’t put up fireworks, but they did put up a disco ball, a floor with colorful interactive lights, and dancing numbers that spell the number 2014 out. Hey, why is that number 3 crying? Or is he sweating? I don’t get that.
I think that all the things that we’ve done and all the big events that happened in 2013 are the fulfillment of 2013’s bucket list. You see, maybe a few of the things 2013 wrote on his/her (how am I supposed to know the gender?) bucket list was:
Bring Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge’s baby Prince George into the world
Birth Kim Kardashian’s baby North West “Nori”
Convince Luna Estelle Glace Cooler to start a blog using Blogger, and then get her to transfer it to WordPress
Make Pope Benedict resign
Crown Roman Catholic cardinal Jorge Mario Bergoglio as Pope Francis, the first pope from the Americas in the Southern Hemisphere and the first Jesuit pope
Stir up Typhoon Haiyan, locally known as Typhoon Yolanda, in the Philippines
Carry Talia Joy Castellano to heaven
Coincide the second night of Chanukah with Thanksgiving
They’ve been checked off, but there are still more events to come. This is what I imagine. Every New Year’s Eve, the year that is about to pass tells the future year to prepare a bucket list before New Year’s Day; while we prepare resolutions, the new year prepares a bucket list. The spirits of the old, old and passed years, including the ones from the times of the dinosaurs, all gather around a star (usually the Sun or the black hole Sagittarius, the center of the Milky Way) along with the future New Year. They discuss their memories and tips for living as a Year.
2014 (future year): So how do I go about with my future life as a year?
2012: There is one thing you must always remember. It’s like a marathon. In the beginning, the runners start off at turbo speed, but as they run the marathon, they slowly find their pace. Keep it like that, or else you’d never find your pace.
1973: Every year has its own unique pace, with a unique distribution of notes of mystery, excitement, happiness, controversy, and sadness. Like music. Your pace, 2014, will not be my pace. I went about my life with bellbottom jeans and colorful clothing. I think your pace will involve skinny jeans and iPads.
2013: My pace was filled with words and phrases such as “YOLO” and “baby bump” and “twerking” and “selfie” to name a few.
1 B.C.: What in the world does “YOLO” and “twerking” mean?
2013: “YOLO” means “you only live once”, but you really wouldn’t want to know what “twerking” means. I tell you, society is MESSED UP.
221 B.C.: My life was filled with the tyranny of Qin Shihuangdi. Yuck.
1900 B.C.: And mine involved chocolate revolution in Mesoamerica!