Monday, October 20, 2008

What makes me happy

What makes me really happy is being with friends, or with other individuals that I feel comfortable with. Even though I'm really quiet most of the time (especially in class), when I come across a friend of mine, I'm always very open with them, and talk to them about anything. I'm the same with my boyfriend. We constantly talk about things, but not just any things. We, of course, talk about our interests, how our day went and so on.

Something else that really makes me happy is when I have something to look forward to. Like a concert, a holiday,a trip, and even a P.A day (at times). It's the anticipation of that event which really makes me happy. Not having many responsibilities also makes me happy: although it's usually only for a while, because once I have too much free time on my hand I start to get bored.

What makes me angry

I hate it when I work really hard to achieve something (a mark, or anything like that) and then when the achievement turns out to be less than I expected. Or when I feel like I'm weighed down by the endless amount of work, and like I will never manage to get through it all. I hate that. Maybe because I'm a Sagittarius and Saggitarians supposedly like freedom, and can't stand being chained back by their responsibilities.

Something else that I also hate it being in a hurry and having to quickly eat my lunch. I'm a very slow eater, so it really gets on my nerves when I know that I quickly have to eat my lunch so I could get something done. When that happens, it's as if I don't even enjoy the food because the adrenaline surge must be numbing my taste buds.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Decisions

I bet most people have taken decisions which they didn't know where they would lead, but in the end of it all, they turned out to be glad they took them. Something similar to that happened to me tonight, although it wasn't a crucial decision that I had to take, it was still a decision, and taking it opened my eyes to something new.

It all happened tonight, when I met up my boyfriend after work and we walked along Yonge street. After which we decided that it'd be cool for us to go to this nearby park while it's dark. Well, it isn't just any park, it's more like a botanical garden. It's similar to Edwards Gardens, but actually has more trees than grassland. Anyways, when we got there I convinced him that it'd be cool to go in the forest that was partially dark (it wasn't completely dark thanks to the nearby tenis court that was light up), and once we went in the forest we both felt kind of uneasy thinking that some sleepy hobo or some creeps might be lurking in that forest. But the next thing that I remember is hearing something moderately heavy jump on the leaves, which made my heart skip a beat, and when we turned around we saw that it was a fox! I couldn't believe it, it was less than 5 meters away from me and because of it's bright orange fur it was still visible even in the partial darkness. It was the first time when I had seen a fox roam around freely.

Anyways, my point is that if certain risks are not taken then that person will miss out on experiences which they would've had otherwise. Such as the experience which would've never occured if I didn't dare to go in that forest tonight.

Childhood memories

I was just wondering what some of the most memorable childhood memories people have. Specifically the circumstances under which they learned something, such as riding a bike. One of the most memorable ones that I have, is when I learned to tie my own shoe laces. Even though it seems like something really simple and negligible, to me it seemed like a huge accomplishment at that time.

Anyways, that day I was with a mom at a shop and she was paying for something, which is exactly when I happened to notice that my shoe laces were untied. So, because she was busy and was unable to help me and tie my shoe laces, I knelt down and tried to do it myself. Which took me about a minute to figure out, but before I knew it, I got it right. Which in the end turned out to be completely worth it, because the pride that I felt from that one accomplishment was unimaginable. And now that I think about it, that might have been the origin of me liking to accomplish things by myself rather than asking for help. Because just like in the past, I still feel better once I figure something out by myself, rather than when someone helps me with it. But this can also be a disadvantage I guess, because of not asking for help when needing it.

Anyways, one other things that I remember learning is riding my bike (just like most people do). Which is why I guess it's not really worth mentioning: because my experience with it is not going to be very different from anyone else's.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Conversation

Today, I heard one of the most disturbing conversations on the subway, and the scary part is that it wasn't between two people, it was between a single person which I'm guessing had the multiple personality disorder. That's because she kept on switching back and forth between what seemed like her normal voice, and her "other" voice, which she refered to as "Ana" So, I'll refer to what seemed as her "normal" voice as "voice number 1" and the second one as "voice number 2."

Voice number 1: It's normal, everybody has to die sometime. They all hit the stacks.
*Woman making weird sounds which sounded like screeches. At first I thought it was a baby, but it was only later on that I realized it was her making those sounds*
Voice number 2: I don't want to kill them.
*woman changes her seat*
Voice number 1: Why can't I just switch you off of my brain Ana?
Voice number 2: I don't want to kill those people.

This is only a short excerpt from the 5-10 minute conversation that I heard, which made me feel extremely uncomfortable but also very curious as to what drove her insane and whether she really knew, or used to know a person named "Ana." The conversation, was obviously about her struggling against the idea of wanting to kill someone, and it seemed to me as her "normal" voice seemed to be dominating the feeble second voice, and pressuring it into doing certain deeds which it didn't want to be doing.

Even just writing this conversation hurts my head, because it's so disturbing when trying to remember which one of her voices was saying what. But I thought it was far more intriguing than some of the other conversations that I've heard over the past few days,which is why I thought it was worth writing about.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Halloween

It's almost that time of the year again. The time of ghostly costumes and candy, and I think I'll be going trick-or-treating this year. The last time I went was in grade 6 I believe, and it was very fun. Then in grade 7 and 8, I had nobody to go trick-or-treating with, which is not the case this year.

I'm not sure what I'll be going as, but I did go to the "It's my Party" shop on Danforth where I saw a cool white mask. I didn't try it on, but what I liked about it was the fact that it was expressionless, which I find far creepier than a "Scream" mask or any other gory looking mask.

Anyways, when I was younger I used to opt for most of the standard Halloween costumes. For example, I went trick-or-treating as a witch, as a vampire,and other cliche characters. But at that time I wasn't interested at all into having a costume that stood out; all I wanted was one of the most popular costumes, so that everyone would know what I was going trick-or-treating as without needing to ask for clarification.

But the fact that Halloween is on a Friday this year also contributed to me choosing to go trick-or-treating. Had it been on any other day, then I wouldn't have even thought of being capable of doing it.