because ‘y’ has two branches and one tail.

hf

Why didn’t I go to the Youth Saturday Outing?

Why didn’t I know about it?

My mother’s prompt response would be ‘Because ‘y’ has two branches and one tail’. And if you still don’t get that after pausing for a few minutes for that to sink in, it’s because of the…okay, how can you not get it??

 On the other hand…

Honestly, one of the most upsetting things that has ever happened to me this year happened. And it was no silly mistake or misunderstanding. It was a result of assumption, and stupid fear, and-and just…everything.

First off, our little youth ministry at church isn’t one with many activities. We have by far only about three teen members, excluding myself and my sister, and the rest just a bunch of adults from their early to late twenties. We had an outing planned with the church band and some others, and they had initially planned to go to one of the beach islands around here.

Well, my sister and I already decided we wouldn’t go.

But then they changed it on the night before. And the band leader and his assistant (whom we are quite close to) knew about this change, and had our number and everything, and he, knowing that we practically did nothing on Saturday, didn’t inform us. They literally had more than seventeen hours to inform us. Did they? No.

Everyone else went, except us. No one stopped talking about it on Sunday, and even the band leader assistant kept on with the ‘It was awesome’s, forgetting that he was the reason we didn’t go. And their excuse? ‘Your parents are too strict, we knew they’d say no’ and many other dumb excuses that hurt us quite badly.

I may sound like a snob and more, but being part of the youth means being involved in everything that revolves around it. Strict parents have nothing to do with this. We are the ones to deal with our parents, not them. And in this case, it was definitely not them.

Ugh.

And so went a Saturday badly spent. And we even baked a super delicious chocolate cake because of the band leader’s assistant’s birthday. And he was the one that didn’t tell us. I was so upset, I just wanted to take it all back. But although I could go on saturating in anger and all that, I choose not to. I mean, I don’t want this year to be spoiled by someone else’s mistake. They didn’t invite us? Fine. Their loss! Besides, it’s not like it’s the end of the world. And, I know there’s a reason we missed it; God knows what He’s doing. I just wish He’d tell me why we didn’t go. (In fact I just wish He’d tell me lots of things).

So in that, I just want to say that even though something unpleasant or bad happens to you to upset you or your day, don’t swim around it. Anger is like dirty water–if you keep swimming in it, you’ll start smelling; and people wouldn’t want to stay near you.

I may have missed an awesome day, but hey, if the days move on, why shouldn’t I, right?

Right?

Right?

Haha, right.

Keep wobbling,

Jojo

how dare they.

I originally had been preparing a post, but not after coming across this. If you didn’t know, animals have a way with my heart, and reading THIS made me so furious! I thought zoos were meant to be places to protect animals so that others can learn more about them without risking their lives in the wild! This…this is not what it should’ve been. I’m so upset…

Jeffrey Moussaieff Masson

Image

I don’t like any zoo, but I am especially outraged by the action of the Copenhagen Zoo in Denmark on Sunday (February 9).  I am hardly alone:  More than 27,000 people signed a “save Marius petition,” when the zoo announced that zoo officials intended to kill the adorable and much-loved 18-month old Marius. Many thousands of other people around the world have taken to the Internet to express their sadness, their bewilderment, and their horror at this completely unnecessary, even ghoulish act.   It caused revulsion in most people who read about it.  It was an execution many noted.  The reason the zoo gave for killing Marius struck just about every ordinary person as bizarre:  He was killed because his genes were too similar to those of other zoo giraffes in a European breeding program.  “He cannot add anything further to the breeding programme that does not already exist,” a European…

View original post 679 more words

valentine blues?

sheldon

Happy Valentine’s Day! If you’re like me–I’ve got no date! Personally, I don’t mind. Currently no desire for dating anyway, and not even allowed until 18! But, whatever 🙂

It’s funny though how many others are depressed about not having a date for Valentine’s Day. Are you kidding me? You don’t have to spend Valentine’s Day with a lover, and you don’t have to spend it alone!

There are so many ways to celebrate this lovey-dovey day. Here’s my little list:

1. Pets. Pets are a great companion for this day. Although they don’t need Valentine’s Day to show their great love and loyalty to you, I think it’ll be great to spend some time eating and watching movies to them, although my dog didn’t get that luxury. He went to the vet.

2. Food. Oh…food. Technically, I’m already planning for my collegiate Valentine’s Days, and I’m 100% positive that while my friends will be out enjoying themselves, I’ll be tucked away in the dorm feeding on granola, fruits, various pastries, and single pringles! (Get it? Pun intended :D)  Although it won’t happen with chocolate. Don’t like it! (Sure going to be a problem in the far future, don’t you think?)

3. Movies. What isn’t better than watching good movies on Valentine’s Day? Movies are amazing. I don’t quite enjoy watching romance movies (I saw ‘Ew’ all the time, haha), so I guess on those days I’d be watching cartoons, animations, and comedies. A good movie always means a good mood 🙂

4. Family, friends, and God. Getting together with family, or friends (or both) and just showing your appreciation and love for their presence in your life is enough Valentine for me, I guess.  It feels awesome (and sometimes emotional) telling my parents how great they are and how crazy it is that they still love me after what I’ve put (and putting) them through. It’s the same thing with God. I love that He doesn’t need a day to show His love, and for that I’m very grateful 🙂

don'tforgetyouareloved

So I guess that’s it for my Valentine’s post! I wasn’t initially planning to do this, but I guess it just got to me. Have fun, and don’t let this day bring you down. Be creative and relax and have fun…being single has its jingle! 😀 Sorry…that just rhymed 🙄

And here’s just a little humor that contradicts the last part of my post! Haha, I love the minions 🙂

yfi

Happy Valentine’s!

Jojo

P.S. Any of you got ideas for future posts?

Disclaimer: None of the pictures used belong to me. 

call ’em writer’s bug.

Untitled

So if there’s no such thing as writer’s block, there’s got to be a thing as writer’s bug, right? Because those four traits bug me to madness. I think I’ll call it that. Writer’s bug. What do you think?

Anyway, being a common victim of writer’s bug, I constantly get frustrated and pessimistic. ‘Cause I starting my story all excited and stuff and then BAM! My story becomes a string of words that look as if I just picked ’em up and arranged them in random order. Doesn’t make sense. So, it has been hard, but then I’ve found awesome ways of getting myself back on my feet, and I’ve decided to share them with you.

jnjnjnn

1) Read here, read there. Read, read, read. Okay, so since I don’t have access to really awesome (modern) teen books, I have to depend on the net and some books that I got from teens who left this country (expats). But even then, we have all kinds of books; from documentaries to studies to textbooks to guides–we have books. So what I do in my low times is take any book–any, open it, and just skim through a page or pages. It works wonders and it takes my mind off of my book(s) and gives way to new ideas. It’s possible even with dictionaries and encyclopedias. You never know…

jnje

2) Get off the laptop and get my pen and notebook/journal and sit near a window or outside–anywhere besides my desk. Sometimes the reason I’m not able to write is because I’m clogging up my mind with the Internet, surfing the waves of nothingness. So what I do is take a deep breath and just close my laptop and go outside; stretch my muscles and such. I even *cough* spy on my neighbors and write down what I think they’re doing and add my own whimsical touches. It’s extremely fun 😀 Don’t let them catch you though 🙂

kek

3) Watch a movie. I love movies. I can literally sit down and watch movies for ten hours or more (with stretching intervals, hehe). Movies are very inspiring to me (well, some are), especially since that’s basically how I see all of books–as movies. I make sure to keep a pen and paper by my side though, even if it’s a movie I’ve watched countless times. You never know what random things may pop up in your head. They easily dissipate!

bub

4) Listen to music…and convos. I love listening to music as I write. It’s so awesome when the music fits the mood because my writing flows better, and it just makes everything fun. I also happen to eavesdrop on a number of conversations…be it when my dad has friends over or my parents are chatting on the phone,  or in a restaurant–wherever there are people who talk, I have at least one ear on attention. It’s so cool observing their facial expressions and trying to predict what goes on inside their head, or listening to the tone of their voice and trying to figure out if the person is nervous or excited or bored. This is extremely great when I get stuck on creating characters. The little details many of us leave out are actually quite helpful in creating realistic characters.

nnk

5) Narrate a story to an inanimate object or my pet. Okay, okay, this may sound extremely weird, but it’s fun! If I’m tired and my brain is flat-out dry, I narrate a random story to a stuffed animal, my little sister (although she isn’t patient enough to sit and listen to me), or my pet. Animals love company, and I know for sure my dog doesn’t mind listening to stories coming off the top of my head or the ones I’m struggling with. I try my best to make it intriguing though–I’m trying to convince my dog that my stories are worth reading!  I also create different scenes with my dog and I, for example:

  1. My dog is trying to get me to his home planet away from Earth.
  2. My dog has puppy power. We can fly.
  3. We are escapees from a factory that forces dogs and owners to switch character traits to create better people.

It’s crazy, I know. But if you’re looking for inspiration, you’ve got to find ways to get it. And so, these are my ways. Thanks so much for having a look, and I hope that some of these might help in your battle. If you have any more ideas, don’t hesitate to say so in the comments. I’m always open for new techniques 🙂

Keep writing!

Jojo

Disclaimer: All photos except for item #1 do not belong to me. They belong to their respective owners. Also, the girl on the roof comes from an amazing blog you should  totally check out right here.

i did that.

So yesterday was an amazing day. Our church had its first annual ‘Love Offering’, it’s first concert, and well, everything there was practically a first. Including what I did.

I went in with my glasses. I really can’t stress how much I hate them. I hate them. They look awful on me, they have those wiggly nose support thingies that don’t even fit the nowhere bridge of my nose, and, well, they’re just ugly. I would’ve gotten a new one along with my brother and sister, but since I didn’t wear these glasses last year, (and it would be a waste if I didn’t), my mom guaranteed that I’d get new ones if I used these ones.

It’s obviously not going too well.

hhh

 

But I went way out of my comfort zone. That’s something!

 

Keep wobbling,

Jojo

 

Disclaimer: I do not own that photo. No copyright infringement intended.

i am sorry for myself.

When I was around nine years old, I read a short story called “He Was Sorry For Himself”. (It’s in Enid Blyton’s “The Flyaway Money and Other Stories”). That little story was my most favorite in the whole collection, basically because the title was so odd. The arrangement of those words obviously made it very catchy.

However, looking back now, I realize the real reason I enjoyed it so much was because I had no idea what it meant to feel sorry for yourself. I thought it was just something a fictional character could only feel (God knows what other crazy thought I had), and I constantly made fun of the poor kid because of the stupid things he worried about.

But now as a teen, I’ve come to the ugly realization that I’m always feeling sorry for myself. Even more so than the boy who did in the short story. And it’s terrible. Self-pitying breaks you down to pieces and makes you compare your life to others and blame yourself for certain things that have happened to you and to others. Sometimes it happens so suddenly it takes forever to recover. Isn’t it true? Correct me if I’m wrong.

pity

This sort of progressive self-destruction makes me forget the goodness of the Lord and what He has done for me: giving me a family, an education, food within my reach every single day, two legs, two arms, two eyes, two ears, you get the drill. It’s amazing! It’s the kind of stuff we all take for granted. And yet, when something happens to even the smallest part of our body, we realize how much work it does to keep us alive every second; how much it means to the body.

It just blows you away. Kapooosh.

I need to stop bashing myself for freezing up on stage that one time. Yes, it was entirely embarrassing, but it’s the past. It’s time to smile and appreciate the amazing things that have happened to me. You should too! You’ll realize that you have a lot more to be thankful for than to be ashamed of.

Jojo

Disclaimer: I do not own that photo.