Sunshine And Daffy-Down-Dillys.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Dear readers, I want to tell you something. I blog because I love writing, and because I want to be understood. Because writing for the public eye is so different and requires so much more care and skill than writing a diary. My name is Louise. I just turned eighteen. And I am the kind of person who’s still struggling to be comfortable in her own skin. I am a self-professed nerd and I’m proud of it. I study because I love learning and I hate the feeling of not knowing what the lecturer is not talking about. If there’s something that needs to be done, I’ll probably be the one to do it. I love debating. I love speaking in public, but I haven’t ever done public speaking. I want to try everything once, except when it comes to fashion. I support Liverpool but I don’t follow football and I can’t be bothered to find out more than I need to, because I think that football team pride is pointless. I burnt out after piano grade 7; I’m still flogging a dead horse by pushing myself to finish my Diploma ACTL. I don’t follow celebrities and I never will. I think I’m overly serious and I don’t know how to laugh sometimes. I have big dreams, but I’m a procrastinator. I tend to think too much, and I used to say it’s better than not thinking at all, but now I’m not so sure. I’m an underachiever who’s trying to catch up, but I have an ego that needs deflating pretty often. Luckily I know it. I have lots of friends, but I find it impossible to keep a best friend. And I’m telling you all these things because I used to be ashamed of them. Only I just realized that they’re pretty stupid things to be ashamed of. And so I’m going to TELL you about them! Because I got over being ashamed of parts of me, and so I’m celebrating me! It’s years but until now there are still some days when I find I cringe when I think that somebody doesn’t like me. I then spend days trying to figure out whether it’s my problem or theirs, and attempting to change the way I act so that I’m better accepted. I am that insecure. And I’d like to think that you go through that too. But this is something that affects me because then I end up blogging to please instead of blogging something sincere and meaningful. I’m an absent-minded person. At times, I forget to think in a way that allows me live unhindered and like a pair of Levis – unbuttoned. I forget that I have to shrug it off because not only can’t I do anything about it, but it’s also cause it’s the only thing that’s really going to help me get over it. I’m so different and mediocre compared to most of the people around me, but I forget that what the people around me think doesn’t matter. Differences don’t matter. I forget that I’m here at college to study and not anything else. I also forget to give grace to Him for placing me in just the right places at the right time. I forget to be grateful for the people around me. I forget to count my blessings. I forget that this is only one small insignificant grain of sand in the hourglass of my life, and that I shouldn’t worry so much because I have a whole lifetime ahead of me. But I’m telling you this dear reader, because tonight is different. Because – obviously - I didn’t forget. (: And so tonight I’m not blogging to please. I’m blogging to remember. Labels: Musings
INTRODUCING
Name: Louise
13 April 1992
You can only call me Lulu if you don’t think the name’s funny.
I am a member of the Smiley Conspiracy and a proud ex-CHS-ian, graduating class of 2009. Now doing A-Levels at HELP University College. Is proudly Malaysian, but doesn’t look like it and is proud of that too.
This is the 7th time I am editing this about section of the blog this year; I have sort of accepted that my personality is ever-evolving, ever-changing, therefore rendering my moods as volatile as the weather. But just as there are some things that have stood untouched across the centuries by harsh weather, so there are some things with me that remain ever the same: a belief that to live is to learn, and the ability to bounce back from setbacks.
What I love also remains constant. I love good food, dancing, fresh experiences, open minds and friendly people, all of which can be found in the wonderful wonderful city that is Istanbul. I love musicals, plays, good books, stickers, owls, colourful wrapping paper, hugs and kisses, chocolates, almost any music from the 17th to the 21st century, intense debates and post-it notes.
Fictional characters I have been compared to (in terms of personality) are Piglet from Winnie The Pooh and Kelsi from High School Musical.
I dream of finishing this list [29/8/2010: list is undergoing revamp!], and my secret ambition is to become a hairdresser or bartender. Unfortunately I’m also incredibly kiasu, so I’m going to go to university just to show everyone that I can. But want to go to uni also because I love learning lah!
Words that describe me are impulsive, impetuous, quixotic, sanguine, quirky, bewildered, kiasu and hodgepodge. The last one also refers to my sense of fashion.
*GRINS* :D
Sunshine And Daffy-Down-Dillys.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Dear readers, I want to tell you something. I blog because I love writing, and because I want to be understood. Because writing for the public eye is so different and requires so much more care and skill than writing a diary. My name is Louise. I just turned eighteen. And I am the kind of person who’s still struggling to be comfortable in her own skin. I am a self-professed nerd and I’m proud of it. I study because I love learning and I hate the feeling of not knowing what the lecturer is not talking about. If there’s something that needs to be done, I’ll probably be the one to do it. I love debating. I love speaking in public, but I haven’t ever done public speaking. I want to try everything once, except when it comes to fashion. I support Liverpool but I don’t follow football and I can’t be bothered to find out more than I need to, because I think that football team pride is pointless. I burnt out after piano grade 7; I’m still flogging a dead horse by pushing myself to finish my Diploma ACTL. I don’t follow celebrities and I never will. I think I’m overly serious and I don’t know how to laugh sometimes. I have big dreams, but I’m a procrastinator. I tend to think too much, and I used to say it’s better than not thinking at all, but now I’m not so sure. I’m an underachiever who’s trying to catch up, but I have an ego that needs deflating pretty often. Luckily I know it. I have lots of friends, but I find it impossible to keep a best friend. And I’m telling you all these things because I used to be ashamed of them. Only I just realized that they’re pretty stupid things to be ashamed of. And so I’m going to TELL you about them! Because I got over being ashamed of parts of me, and so I’m celebrating me! It’s years but until now there are still some days when I find I cringe when I think that somebody doesn’t like me. I then spend days trying to figure out whether it’s my problem or theirs, and attempting to change the way I act so that I’m better accepted. I am that insecure. And I’d like to think that you go through that too. But this is something that affects me because then I end up blogging to please instead of blogging something sincere and meaningful. I’m an absent-minded person. At times, I forget to think in a way that allows me live unhindered and like a pair of Levis – unbuttoned. I forget that I have to shrug it off because not only can’t I do anything about it, but it’s also cause it’s the only thing that’s really going to help me get over it. I’m so different and mediocre compared to most of the people around me, but I forget that what the people around me think doesn’t matter. Differences don’t matter. I forget that I’m here at college to study and not anything else. I also forget to give grace to Him for placing me in just the right places at the right time. I forget to be grateful for the people around me. I forget to count my blessings. I forget that this is only one small insignificant grain of sand in the hourglass of my life, and that I shouldn’t worry so much because I have a whole lifetime ahead of me. But I’m telling you this dear reader, because tonight is different. Because – obviously - I didn’t forget. (: And so tonight I’m not blogging to please. I’m blogging to remember. Labels: Musings
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