Masked Porn?

27 09 2012

Something interesting was brought up in my class today. My professor was talking about today’s music and how it was all about sex, violence, drug, abuse, and generally things that weren’t good. And then she said one thing that will stay in my brain for the rest of my life.

“It’s porn in music.” 

Do we ever really listen to what the music we listen to says nowadays? Most of us listen to music now for the beat but do we ever really hear what the words are saying? For example, Akon’s “Body Bounce” has a really nice beat and it’s a really catchy song. If you listen to the words though, you’d realise that it’s actually about sex and how a woman can make her “body bounce” on top of his. 

It’s disgusting once you think about it. I mean, who writes a song about a sex position. 

So just listen to the music you listen to. And for once LISTEN to what it’s saying. Tell me…is the music you listen to just masked porn? 

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December 21st, 2012

23 09 2012

I don’t know about you, but I personally don’t think the world is going to end on December 21st this year. I know that the world is supposed to be hit by an asteroid or multiple natural disasters are suppose to happen at the same time. I just don’t believe it though. 

But I was watching a TV show today that brought up the possibility of the world ending and I thought to myself “What if it did? What if I knew the world was going to end on December 21st? What would I do?”  

I’m not sure what made me think this way (perhaps it was because in the show, I never did find out whether the world ended or not) but I started to ponder. What would I do on December 20th then? Who would I be with? What would I want to say to those I love? Would I even be at home or would I be out partying because there was no tomorrow? 

The first thing I thought of was my friends and family. I would want to spend all my remaining time with them. Throw a bit of a party, tell them everything I’ve always wanted to tell them and remind them of how much they mean to me. I think the second and final thing I would do is go out onto the streets, wait till 12:00 am and kiss a stranger (I’d probably go downtown since I imagine there will be a lot of people). It’ll kind of be like a New Year’s Eve thing where you would kiss someone at midnight. I think I just want to be spontaneous before I die…you know…live a little. I’ll never see that stranger again anyways.  

So now that I’ve told you what I would do, I want to ask you to ask yourself the same questions. What would you do if the world was to end on December 21st? Would you cherish every moment before that? Would you kiss random stranger at midnight? Or do you not believe at all?   





Don’t Worry Be Happy

22 09 2012

I’m sitting in my dorm room right now and the sun is shining outside. The wind is blowing and the branches seem to sway to the beat of the music that I’m listen to at the moment. I’m not really sure why but I’m really happy today. Not like a crazy happy but a calming happy. Maybe it’s just the music (since I’m listening to “Don’t Worry Be Happy” by Bob Marley”) but I think it’s more than that. 

I’ve had a lot of time to reflect on a couple of things these past couple of things. First of all Brad and Abby aren’t on good terms. Abby texted me yesterday, complaining about how Brad hasn’t texted her in DAYS. As I watched text message after text message appear on my phone, all complaining about him, I wasn’t bitter any more. In fact, I’d probably go as far to say I didn’t really care.

Not that I don’t love Abby but I think I have better things to do with my time. Sure I’ll listen to her rant but I’m not going to spend any more time thinking about how I might’ve been better with Brad or how I hate them both for getting the job I wanted. I just realised one morning that I’m about three thousand miles from where they are and it doesn’t matter what I do, I can’t go back in time to change the past. So it doesn’t really matter any more.

Another thing that I seem to have cleared up is how unhappy I must’ve been before I came to university. In high school, I thought I was happy but I realise now that I was just dealing with the things I had to deal with. I wasn’t really happy until I came here and realised just what real happiness is. People here are genuine. In high school, everyone was labelled as one thing and you were forever known as that one thing. Even if I had gone to university in my home-town I would still be known as that one thing because it would just be the same people around me. Here though, I got a chance to start over. To be someone that I thought I had lost for a long time. To be just me. 

And the people here accepted that without question.

For instance it’s the weekend and a lot of people go home on my floor. Yesterday, there were a few who went home and we all went to say goodbye to them. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought they weren’t ever coming back. Even though they were just going to be gone for a few days, there were hugs all around and “get home safely” wishes. In that moment, I realised just how close I was with these people and just how much they love me even though we’ve only known each other for a few weeks. I never had that feeling in high school.

So the group of us who were left decided to go out to dinner. Along the way, we laughed and chatted and the 2km walk seemed to pass in an instant. We ate and laughed about how long the food took to get to us. We took pictures and watched as one of our friends ate a red hot pepper. Needless to say we had a great time and I smiled through the night. I didn’t realise this thought till my roommate and I were back in our room and I was still smiling like a crazy person.  

Do I miss my home-town? Sure I do. My parents and siblings and family are all back there and I miss them like crazy sometimes. Do I wish that I went to university at my home-town? At first I did because it felt like I was missing out on so much. But then I came here and now I have a new family. One that loves me for me and wants nothing more than for me to have a great time.  

So I guess the motto for today is “Don’t Worry Be Happy”. Because if there’s anything that I learned over these couple of weeks, it’s that we all deserve to be happy. And the way we find that happiness? Just stop looking for it and it’ll come!        





Just a Dream

19 09 2012

What I want right now is to be in New York City, living in the penthouse suite of a 6 star hotel in the middle of Times Square watching the snow fall and the millions of people counting down to the new year. But instead, I’m in a second floor dorm room stressing over a pile of homework higher than the empire state with about 20 other people in the rooms around me making as much noise as humanly possible. And it’s only September in my reality.

Sometimes I think dreams are better than reality because you get to do just about whatever you want in them. Sometimes though, reality is better because you wake up from dreams and you realise that it was just a dream. While as if something good happens in reality, its actually happening.

For me, I like dreaming. Sometimes I dream so much I write things down and pretend they’re real. Sort of like how Stephanie Meyer wrote  the whole Twilight franchise from a single dream she had of that meadow scene. Except I don’t get hundreds of millions of dollars for my dreams. I just get a little voice in my head telling me to stop dreaming because my homework is calling again.

The other night, I did have a really nice dream that I never wanted to wake up from. It’s not the New-York-Times-Square-Penthouse-Suite-New-Years-Eve dream but something better. I was sitting in a log cabin (the really long ones) on a big comfy couch with a blanket over me. I was sipping hot chocolate in front of the fireplace and it was warm. So warm. Maybe it seemed warmer in the cabin because in my dream, there was about 5 feet of snow outside. But it was warm. The kind of warmth you get when you were young and you curled in bed with your parents.

Maybe I miss home. Maybe I’m just stressed. Maybe it’s just been a really long day. But right now I would give anything to be anywhere else but here right now. Even if it is just a dream.





“F” Is For Friends Who Do Things Together

17 09 2012

Friends. How long does it take to make a friend? How long does it take to become friends? How long before you consider someone your friend?

Well for me, I would consider someone a friend when they think of me. I don’t mean like a weird way. I means like if they go out for dinner and invite me along. Or if they wave hi to me and stop to talk or just to ask how things are going. Basically, I would consider that person a friend if they considered me their friend.

Friends play an important role in our lives. In a way, they shape who we are and help us to decide what kind of person we want to be. The people you hang out with usually determines who you end up being. I have a friend who use to be the sweetest girl I knew. She was a brilliant dancer too and probably could’ve made it as one. She met this guy though, who is her boyfriend now, and her boyfriend smokes. One day I found out that she started smoking and doing drugs and has less time for dance. Nowadays she has stopped dancing altogether and only hangs out with her boyfriend and his friends.

Friends also make us feel accepted. Friends share similar interests and activities and some friends even work towards the same goals. That’s why we have so many school clubs and associations. It’s so that everyone finds a place or a group that they fit in with. Some people even find more than one or two places where they fit in. No matter what, where, when, how, or why, your friends should be there for you.

Friendships don’t have to be long. I mean sometimes, I meet a person in one day and the next, they’ve already added me on Facebook and we’re arranging to have lunch or dinner. Some friendships take a long time to develop but last a lifetime after they do.

There are incidences where friendships have died though. Where distance or sometimes life in general separate friendships. Sometimes things happen and friendships are lost. Sometimes friendships just weren’t meant to be.

Whatever happens, know that you should treasure the friendships you have now. Appreciate the loved ones who are there for you and remember the ones who were. Make some awesome memories and store those in the back of your mind so that one day, when you want to, you’ll be able to recall who helped you to become the person you are today.

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Young Again

12 09 2012

When we were all young, we all had dream jobs. For example, some people wanted to be a pilot. Some wanted to be an astronaut. Others wanted to be a princess, or maybe even king/queen of the world. Whatever it was, we all had a dream and the possibilities were endless because we were young.

As we got older though, those dreams changed. People went from wanting to be a pilot to wanting to be a doctor. Others went from wanting to be a princess to wanting to be a lawyer (or whatever earned the most money). Now, when you ask a university kid what they want to be, the majority of them give you one answer.

I don’t know.

I’m not sure what it is but sometime between puberty and graduation, we stop dreaming about the important things. Like goals and careers and family, and we start dreaming about things like that cute person or what Christmas present we want next. So what happens  in between that makes us change from being dreamers to non-believers?

That’s simple. We grow up.

As we all grow up, we stop dreaming because everyone tells us to. They tell us that dreams don’t put food on the table. That dreams don’t pay for school and that dreams are for children. But isn’t dreaming what got us here in the first place? Dreams of being a princess made us work hard on our writing in kindergarten. Dreams of being a doctor made us work hard in high school. Dreams of changing the world and doing something with our lives made us go to university or college.

As we grew up though, we put our dreams in a little box in the back of our minds and focus on more important things, like social media and friends and getting the best grade but not looking like a geek. When we finally get to university, we realise that it’s really time we can be whatever the hell we want. There are numerous opportunities to make a different or change a life.

But the little box with all our dreams has long been lost. We don’t remember them any more. We don’t remember that we wanted to be a pilot or a lawyer. So what do we?

We say I don’t know, and we make new dreams because we’re young again and the possibilities are endless.





Our Battle

11 09 2012

It’s been a couple of days I know but haven’t you ever had those days where all you wanted was for it to be over with? I know these last couple of days for me has been like that. I’m not quite adjusted to university life yet so everything for me is like a really big dream. to be honest, I woke up one morning and I thought I was in my own bed, in my bedroom back home. When I realised it wasn’t my bed and that I was nowhere near home, in that instant, I wanted to just keep sleeping until I woke up at home.

I know most of the people on my floor miss their parents. I do too. It’d be a lie to say that I didn’t miss them and that I didn’t want to go home every day. But I made myself a promise. On the day that my mom left to go back, I cried on the bus. In that moment, I realised that I was utterly alone in an unfamiliar city. Alone. With no one who I could turn to if I ran into any trouble. But I promised myself that when I got to the stop where I was suppose to get off (which was the stop at the university) that I would stop crying and use the next four months to learn as much as I can and absorb as much as I can.

That’s why even though I’m the farthest from home right now (on my floor that it) I’m probably the strongest person here.

But enough of that.

University is really quite different from high school. The classes are HUGE, the professors each have their own unique style, and it’s only the second day and I’m already up to my eyeballs in homework. I’m still not use to sharing a shower and I haven’t yet figured out the names of all the people I live with yet (I’m working on that!).

But there are also the positives. We had a floor dinner today and looking around, I realised just how close I’ve gotten to some of the people on my floor in a very short amount of time. We eat together, sleep together, share classes, share the bathroom, and we’re like one huge family. Residence is great…except for the fact that there’s no home made food. That part is always the worst.

With that realisation, I also realised that I’m not alone. Those people who I were staring at were going to be my family for the next eight months. They were going to be the people who I could depend on to help me when I need it. They were going to be the ones to listen to my problems, tell me that I can do it, and remember my birthday. We were going to cry together, laugh together, do our homework together, and make some wonderful memories. This wasn’t just my battle any more. This was our battle.

Suddenly, university doesn’t seem so bad.