social pressure

Sometimes life gets too overwhelming to endure. Sometimes it all feels pointless. Sometimes you just feel like crying and you end up drowning in your sorrows. Sometimes people make fun of you because of how you dress, how you look like, how you talk, maybe even physically. I know I'd be a hypocrite to say I've never done it before, but I've just realised how it would feel to be the significant other that's being insulted.

There's a saying, "Sticks and Stones may break my bones but Words will never hurt me." 

I disagree.

So you're saying you won't cry if someone calls you ugly? 

I certainly would. 

For some reason, people make jokes out of these things. How can you find any of this funny? Have you ever been on the other side of the equation? How do you think the other person would feel?

Maybe you'd say, "But they found it funny too!" Are you seriously going to say that? Never heard of faking a smile? 

Do you live under a rock? 

Smiles and laughters are easy to fake, you won't know which are real and which aren't. Sure, people forget about most things but they'll always remember the fact that they were made fun of something they didn't even voluntarily choose and the worst part? They'll end up hating themselves because. They end up believing that these things said about them are true.

Society seems to think that if you're not skinny, smart, striking, tall and talented, you're not worth anything.

What is with these point of views? 

If you're too skinny, you're anorexic. If you're too smart, you're a nerd. If you're too striking, you've probably had plastic surgery. If you're too tall, you're a freak. If you're too talented, you're a show off.

If you're fat, you eat too much. If you're stupid, you're a loser. If you're ugly, you're an eyesore. If you're short, you're a midget. If you're talentless, you're a waste of time.

It can never be pleased. 

The only question I'm going to put up there is this:

Did we choose to be like this?

No. We didn't. All the mockery and hate you've poured was for something I did not choose voluntarily. This is me. Take it or leave it, your choice.

Love yourself, forget about fitting in. I'd rather be alone and happy then surrounded by friends who isn't even genuine about it.

Song of the day:

Let Me Love You (Until You Learn To Love Yourself) – Ne-Yo 

what i have learnt

I know most people would think that blogging outcomes to nothing. That it provides nothing, means nothing. Well I for one would like to prove you wrong. Sometimes, all you need is just to let it all out. Let the feelings flow. Maybe it would be useful, maybe it would be a motivation, maybe it would be inspirational. Who knows?

I have encountered plenty of research based assignments and sometimes, blogs get all the credit. I'd explain by it's uses and applications in daily life such as it's practicality to provide information for people around us. e.g. Usually in our Humanities class, no official websites provide details or facts on the subject we need as it is all related to Indonesia and it's inside stories. Our main research sources were blogs that people create for their university subject or just for the fun of it that surprisingly provides us with detailed information regarding the topic.

Blogs provide us with information on personal stories about places, things, movies, everything really. These posts are filled with thoughts and opinions, individual feelings that is expressed to other people for all sorts of reason.

It's viewed as a virtual Journal that's visible to anyone around the globe which means safety precautions are required as well. Blogs are rendered interesting because of the –sometimes– unusual posts of people sharing their stories regarding their daily life e.g. I tripped on an old man today because he was crouching in the middle of the street.

They're usually interesting and eye-catching to get the attention of readers with fancy decors or themes and music players. The creativity on the blog itself often reflects the personality of the writer, the way they think, the way they feel, that's why just without posting anything blogs actually expresses who you are.

People also comment on posts to connect themselves to the story or matter at hand. Compliments are handed out, additional information are being informed to one another and on rare chances they make friends out of the ongoing conversations and friendly banter.

Blogs are useful for a lot of different reasons and your thoughts are considered to be information in a different perspective. Stop thinking that your feelings are useless and mind-blowingly stupid, it's not. They're useful. Every single bit of information regarding anything. Anything. Is useful. People have their own opinions, they're allowed to like or dislike whatever they want without being called out on. Blogs are a way to express those likes or dislikes in stories and experiences and sure, arguments will occur but new ideas will be poured out from it, you'd brainstorm for things as a comeback and that's why blogging is so special.

It teaches you to think by teaching you to express what you think to teach others.

anime festival asia

Yesterday, I went to AFA (Anime Festival Asia) in JCC, Senayan. It ranges from popular shows to not so known shows with two main options, exhibition and stage. I only ended up purchasing the exhibition ticket because for the most part, I went there to buy lots of cute handmade goods.

When I arrived in JCC, I couldn't find Dinda or Lia who I was supposed to be with at the festival. Naturally, I panicked and rather than waiting outside not knowing anyone, I went in. Alone. And it was very, very, crowded.

For approximately 2 hours I wandered off alone with no apparent aim while looking at merchandises and buying loads of them. I bought stickers to decorate my laptop, a bag for... Uh.... Just because it was cute and badges because why not, right? 

No-face from Spirited Away

After I successfully finished emptying out my wallet, I finally met them near the elevator and from then on we strolled around together. I took lots of pictures of the people doing cosplay (costume play), I met Darth Vader, characters from Spirited Away (a movie), Thor, Kagamine Rin and Kagamine Len (vocaloids), hoards of characters from Attack on Titan (an anime), and much more.

We ate shaved ice, takoyaki (Japanese octopus balls), dorayaki (Japanese snack), nitrogen ice-cream, and Dinda got Japanese hotdogs.

The handmade merchandises were very good and it was really cool to see how they were made. There was an amazing DJ that remixed and made medleys about a bunch of songs creating a surrounding mob. To put it simply, it was awesome. No regrets. 

sometimes words are enough

So I have this hobby of collecting words, its definition, its application. I don't exactly know why, but I find them interesting. That the smallest of things can be defined in a number of letters and sometimes, people don't notice them. We don't give them enough credit although they take part in explaining objects, describing situations/feelings, etc. 

I have been stuck on this one word for ages and for some reason I can't explain why. It just... Gets me. I understand more each time I read it. It symbolises. It gives meaning. That even the smallest of actions are that meaningful. The things we don't do on purpose, like making eye-contact with a stranger on the street. Who knows what that outcomes to? The gestures we do to understand another person's feelings, the things we think does not have meaning, who knows that there's a word, a feeling to explain it with?          

It just...... Blows your mind. Like, who would have thought? I certainly wouldn't if I didn't come across it. I love this word. It just explains all the unexplainable. In four letters. Imagine. In four letters. I mean, how are words even capable of this? That's what makes them special. Xeno. As simple as that, xeno. It's not even in the dictionary!

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