As you all can clearly see, he's really hot and he's not one of those guys I wrote about in my earlier post, 'So I Like Gray Hair and Lines...So What!'. My darling Henry is younger (26 this year. His birthday falls on the same day as my brother, May 5 so I may never forget, haha!). And he's English. I seem to like a lot more non-American actors.
As you all can clearly see, he's really hot and he's not one of those guys I wrote about in my earlier post, 'So I Like Gray Hair and Lines...So What!'. My darling Henry is younger (26 this year. His birthday falls on the same day as my brother, May 5 so I may never forget, haha!). And he's English. I seem to like a lot more non-American actors.
I said that I felt old because, for once, I'm sharing the same views as the parent generation about the 'current young generation'. Of course, my generation is included, but the main subjects are the generations after mine. Because I think the behaviour of my generation in general is still ok. Tolerable at least. But of the ones after mine is truly in need of close inspection.
I think most of the young generation is afflicted with the 'Rapid Growth Syndrome' whereby they all want to unnecessarily grow up very fast. I will not deny that I was any different. Compared to the parent generation, we are faster. However, the times have changed and you have to adapt.
In my case, I think I only had the desire to 'grow up' towards the end of my Form 2 year. Previously, especially since my primary school, I was more of a tomboy. Tomboy or not, I had my first crush when I was ten. Haha. So, there was some 'girl' in me. In Form 2, I experienced what I thought was my First Love. (I don't think so anymore; it seems so petty now) But of course, like most crushes and infatuations during the schooling days, it went unrequited. I got over it fairly quickly, but perhaps I begun to realise the need for me to sit up, pay attention, speak out and stand out.
Before (2004, aged 13)
After (2008, aged 17)
What I cannot understand is this need to be like this, to follow such a silly trend so that someone could just stereotype you. Like I am. Without even knowing these people, I have sorted them into 'groups'. Is this how anyone would like to be judged? I don't think so. I hate that I am doing so, but they are the ones that have chosen to jump onto the bandwagon of cliches. So, they all look the same to me. Just a huge of lump of people acting similarly, without distinction, and nothing for me to remember them by.
Although I too, like every teenager, desired to be accepted and like everyone else, want to have a boyfriend, some things these young people go too far. Why is there a need to constantly change boyfriends/girlfriends at a whim? To show others that you can get anyone you want or that you are so popular that everyone wants to be your boyfriend? Or junior girls coupling with seniors? So that they can brag? What?
I mean, I want a boyfriend for all the right reasons; because I might like the guy. But this is not the case. I see so many of them begin to have boyfriends and girlfriends when they are still in primary school. And when they do, it's not harmless walking back home together, having recess together or something. Instead, they hold hands in school, kiss once they are outside the school gates, skip class to find a store cupboard somewhere, God knows. If you're reading this and you're not a Malaysian, or at least grew up at a public school here, you probably will not understand what is all the fuss. But the thing is, these things are not the universally accepted practices of school-going teens here. Sure, like I said, times change and you need to adapt, but should you adapt to something that is not a good thing? All this is closely related to larger problems: rape, kidnap, juvenile crimes, running away from home and the spawning of a moral-deficit society.
Okay, I will make it clear here what my opinions are about this issue. I am not condemning my own generation but I only criticise the way they are turning out to be. Here, parents should do something. I am all for nurturing infatuations and teen romances, but just one piece of advice to my fellow teen girls: be careful. And, I am against peer pressure and having to feel that have to act a certain way to be accepted. Be yourself. Don't say that yourself is the prep, emo, goth, gangster that you are portraying to be. Maybe a portion, or you just like it, but is that all of who you are? Each of us are a unique blend of things, so why don't you market your own brand and not join a huge indistinguishable mass of people adopting an identity that is not theirs?
Finally, I am saddened that many teens nowadays are turning like this. I have faith in all of them, myself included, but they really must stop trying to act like something they're not. They must stop finding excuses to do something they know is wrong. They must stop trying to ruin their childhood by growing up too fast.
So, back to school for the school-going children. Moi? At home, finding creative ways to keep myself occupied and my destitute brain to work. God forbid that I shall walk in to college (whenever that is) and discover with horror that my brain has successfully managed to be rid of all the knowledge I've crammed into all these years, especially the ones accumulated with much force and determination during the past year. Wasted. I dearly hope not. I am at least grateful that my command of the English word is still reasonable. This could be due to the fact that besides just writing a blog that I am unsure that anyone would bother reading, I can proudly say that I am pursuing my cobwebby hobby of writing stories.
Surprise, surprise. I write. I used to do it for much longer intervals and definitely more focus and attention before. I daresay I began when I was in Form Two. Having said that, it's obvious I could write more then due to the lesser workload and stress (yes, students encounter stress). Since then, there were a lot of ideas and incomplete drafts. Unfortunately, easily distracted as I am, all of them began for a good amount of pages before coming to an abrupt end. Just hanging and with little hope of being finished. It's quite sad, really.
I must defend myself for an ounce by saying that it was not hopelessness that held me back, or even my giving up finishing such a long task. Writing a fully-fledged novel is by all means not a walk in the park. A lot of time goes into it and although it may seem unimportant, it requires a load of planning. It's simple to begin with a general idea of how it will begin and for me, the parts that are the best to imagine and watch being acted out in your noggin. Yet, seeing it through, connecting the dots, forming clever dialogue, coherent trains of thought, a believable and yet exciting plot...it's got to be descriptive enough so the reader will be able to imagine it closely enough to how you pictured it...it's got to be funny a bit to keep it interesting; dramatic enough to compel; believable so that the reader does not think you're writing a pure fantasy instead of fiction; yet a little imaginary, unique, extraordinary to make it more magical...those are the tough parts. Of course, there is no perfect novel that has all the ideals mentioned. Yet, one hopes to write a good story, one that does satisfy you. Any story I write must be enjoyable enough for me to read. Like I said before, I am my worst critic.
And so, my stories never lasted my own gruelling criticisms as I penned them. One of the most important things I kept in mind was that it could not be or contain any dreaded cliches. It must not be a story someone's read before or even vaguely remembers from somewhere. Sure, you cannot avoid the usual lovely fictional twists that makes a novel memorable; those are okay but for me, it has to be at least slightly, if not completely, different. I've read enough books to say that an author rarely can absolutely depart from at the very least, a few usual gimmicks. And I must say, some of them, really are classic that when administered tactfully in a plot, does do wonders. Okay, an example. Who does not love that wonderfully similar way the hero and heroine would fall for each other after at first completely hating each other? We've seen that a gazillion times and I believe that we may never tire of it. So yes, some are very true (like the one I mentioned, really does happen in real life) and very nice to add to one's story.
Some, are much too over-rated. Like, the gets-into-an-accident-and-gets-amnesia-so-hero/heroine-does-not-remember-lover hook. Sure, it's really dramatic, but it gets so annoying. We've seen that one too many times before and it's really a yawn-inducer now. Yet, I will reveal, here only, that I have used that hook before. The past-present secret thing is a very good way of creating an interesting plot so unless the supernatural is involved, what other way does one make their hero stumble upon a long-lost lover with an interesting twist besides that? Oh, I guess if you want to be really creative, there are means to but, well, amnesia is a quicker option. So there, a reason one of my stories failed before completion. I would rather not publish it at all - if ever finished - if such a cliche was present in my story. Although, that particular story has been a long-time favourite (I've nurtured it since I started writing to begin with) and I've conceived it in a hundred different ways, searching for the best combination to put it all together but as of now, I still haven't found the solution. It's immensely difficult to get it right.
Poems are easier but hard to come by. It takes a burst of inspiration to see it through and if I do get one, the poem is very quickly finished. Some are published in my school magazine (a not completely satisfying alternative, but an alternative nonetheless). Short stories are also believed to be easier to jot and complete than a considerably thick novel, but the ideas I have are usually more elaborate and complicated to finish in a few pages.
So, yeah. I am writing a new story, not trying to finish an old one because the more I think about those, the more ridiculous they sound. Another thing is that I seem to have run out of steam when I wrote the old ones. It got less interesting to read or write. So I would constantly edit it, tweak here, tweak there, and hence, it never got finished.
But I am trying very hard to finish this one as it is quite different from the rest and I have it all planned out. My only worry that is won't be as long as I would like (I very much enjoy reading thick books as thin books are finished too soon at my usual pace). It's kind of sweet and not very gushy. I really like it but I hope I can manage to finish it but there's a lot of distraction at home during the day. In the form of a certain terrorising little boy.
Here, I think I would like to mention how proud I am of Stephenie Meyer for having the guts to write about a much-enjoyed fantasy of most girls that I daresay, rarely came out in print and became a huge hit. Her complete flight to fantasy through Twilight in particular can be very well understood by a lot of girls; we all wish for a perfect man for us, that loves us despite our obvious plainness beside him. That book is either absolutely adored, or extremely loathed. She really had guts.
Right, since this was supposed to be a report, I shall also jot here that I have begun modest attempts at playing the guitar. It's not as easy as it looks; piano is actually easier on the fingers. My fingers on my left-hand hurt and apparently, you have to press the strings harder to get the sound right. I cannot wait for my fingers to get hard at the tips so it'll be easier to fret. It hurts!
Besides that, I have been playing badminton again and I occasionally bake cupcakes. Driving? Not yet; soon I hope. Working? Very much impossible I think. On the surface, there's really nothing much else.
What's that? Personal life? Oh...no thanks. I can only say that there are some considerable improvements; I am not such a F-ing coward that I thought I was. Hesitation still quite there, less acute though. That's all I can say; I shall not reveal any more!
Cheers, you happier people. :P
But the party is of course an optimistic ushering in of the New Year. Its never a good thing to begin the year on a sad, forbidding, or pessimistic note. Knowing that 2009 has been billed a rough year to come, globally and personally, one still must remain optimistic.
My father demanded I sit down and share my New Year's resolutions this morning after brunch (we slept well into the hours of the morning, hence the lie-in). I decided the night before that I would not have any 'resolutions'. Despite all the hoo-haa on New Year, one could not help feeling a little melancholic. Uncertainty clouds the path for me. One must allow oneself a moment's hesitation before stepping, eyes closed, into a patch of fog. So I thought that I would not burden myself with resolutions to accomplish, something uncertain to say the least. Instead, I termed them 'Things to look forward to'. It sounds much more optimistic than resolutions. 'Things to look forward to' sound more believable, more certain than resolutions that you have to abide by and more often, forgotten or cast aside come February. But 'Things to look forward to' are not concrete. The Future will always be foggy. Yet, to me, this term sounds comforting. In my ears, these things will happen.
So here are some examples..I look forward to:
-getting my SPM results (good, I hope)
-turning 18!
-going to college
There are a few more of course, and these are very very foggy ones. Ones that have more difficult steps, hard work, and faith above all. But I look forward to whatever 2009 may bring, good and bad, and with that, I can only hope for the best.