Chilese

So we’re doing Camus is English now. Shit’s DE-PRESS-ING. All the books last year and the book s we’re gonna read all seem so demoralizing and stuff. So anyways, it still gets people thinking about the meaning of life, cause if humans are all exceptionally good at something, it’s trying to find the meaning of life.

Camus reasons that the meaning of life is life itself; there is no other larger purpose or force that has brought us here- but I have to disagree because I’m a christian and I believe that God has put us here for a reason. But even so, evil is present in every religion, for there needs to be an adversary for good to arise. Humans long for justice and fairness: for good to be rewarded and evil to be punished. Camus sees the world as a different place, “it is what it is”. Death is not what’s absurd about living, because depending on how life is spent, death might even come as a blessing. Take for example, Sisyphus, whose task in life imposed on him by the Gods was to roll a stone up a hill and then upon reaching the top, rolling it back down.

Instead, the absurd is that all our achievements, joys, memories, and so much more, will be for naught when we die. What does this mean for us? In ‘The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy’, a machine has been made to calculate the meaning of life, but the answer was something no one had expected: 42. This shows us that humans have gotten too absorbed in finding the meaning of life that we don’t even know what exactly we want to figure out. Something we can all do is to just live in the moment, something that would have made a lot of my days happier.

Seize the day!

I haven’t found the time to blog in awhile, but I’ll keep this short and sweet.

I love taking the bus to the cross country course up on Yang Min Shan. The ride is 45 minutes; I don’t know anyone that well and I don’t really talk to anyone, but there is a sense of purpose and belonging in these 45 minutes that just makes me feel satisfied. Everyone likes to be part of something.

The rain was relentless today. I think there’s a Typhoon coming soon. And there was an earthquake today. We really need to care about the environment by changing how we live. And not just by talking about it and reprimanding people. Aside from a boost in moral self-esteem, nothing is really being done. We need to start with ourselves. All the plastic and disposable things we use daily, do we really need them? One step at a time and the world will eventually be a greener place for everyone.

And the rain today was BEAST. While I was running it felt like there were people shooting rubber bands at my face repeatedly, and someone running an icy hand down your back over and over again. But the rain no matter how hard, is cleansing as it helps clear the mind and the air. It was really foggy while it was raining but just as we were about to get on the bus back the sky was as clear as diamonds.

My tennis shoes. Are. Officially. Annihilated. Done in by the rain. I wouldn’t actually be using them if I had actual running shoes. But I don’t. My old beloved pair got thrown out one day when I was out cause my mom thought there got to ghetto with all the holes. And I can’t bear to use my basketball shoes as they are awesome. And we have to decide between a race with the faculty and a timed run during a soccer game. Kind of a moral booster or something before our race with Manila. Hm.

Oh yes and I have Steroid Acne. And I haven’t even been taking steroids! Beast much? But my doctor really thinks someone’s been slipping me some steroids in my food or whatever. I have no clue. Might possibly be some random stuff in the powder of the ginseng capsules my granma makes me take. Asian herbal medicine fail? ): Hopefully I’ll find out what’s causing the pimple party on my back soon. It doesn’t itch or anything, but it’s scary when I run my hands over them.

And I really was going to keep this short.

Kay, so all the pros are like doing their oil paintings and the people who can’t draw just do photography.

I cannot do both.

Therefore I shall abuse my Photoshop skills and/or leech from my Yearbook layouts.

Self-efficacy boosted. Yay.

Oh, and drawing my hyperdunks tomorrow. Exciting.

Okay, so this post is about my sister. She’s two years younger than me and apparently has the same face as me. For those of you who know my sister, she’s quiet, shy, and polite. For those of you who really know her. She’s a beeast. She’s constantly shouting and screaming and shit it’s like bitch, calm the fuck down. Don’t get me wrong, I love her and everything, but sometimes she’s always so RAAAAGE.

And she always has a tendency to become really obssesed with getting something, then upon getting what she wants it’s like. Yaaay. Then fast forward to one week later. It’s something else. Like when she wanted to collect Jay Chou CDs cause she was so in love with him. Then after she got our mom to catch em’ all. Few days later. “How come you don’t listen to JC anymore?” “I DOOOOOO. I DON’T REALLY LIKE HIM ACTUALLYYY.”

Well most of the time I don’t really give a shit what she wants to get but she’s already moving on to ukuleles, keyboards, then this really boss camera. What really irritates me the most though, is how she’s always reprimanding me for getting my cheap everyday things. For example. “Why do you need that pen? Can’t you get a cheap no-brand one? Such a waster.” And then I’ll  be like. Your camera was S$2000.

@shortisnotacrime i know right. she’s actually really cool though. was just ranting.

So much for sleeping early.