If I had to write a blog-post perfectly… I’d simply not blog at all.
– someone else probably said it first, but… (Ramisa Raya, 2016)
How many incomplete, scrapped first-drafts do I have buried in my dashboard? How many blog-posts end with”Hello I am–” [DELETE]? While these are rhetorical questions… if your answer is “Too many for comfort,” please kindly give yourself a gold-star. Continue reading →
Although I read a substantially lower amount of books this year, opposed to any other year, the quality overrides the quantity. Only this year did I finally indulge –and grow to adore– classic literature, pick up lengthier and popular books, and forced myself to drop any book incapable of holding my interest (a habit I found empowering, as I usually trudge through loathed books, simply due to unnecessary perfectionism).
Only 65% of my reading challenge was completed, as merely 65 books were read from my yearly goal of 100, but it was definitely an accomplishment in the titles. Next year, I’ll definitely reach 100 books. (Fingers crossed) Thank you to Perpetual Page-Turner for this fantastic survey. 🙂 Continue reading →
School holidays, excessive philosophy-learning, a lot of reading… I really, really love vacation. It also happens to be my second-favourite month of the year, December, because without school there’s so much more time. I’m not complaining about school, but I do appreciate the spare 6-hours-a-day on weekdays. All the hobbies I want to take up, I finally have time to ease my way through them. And, not to mention, a wonderful January 2014 is happening as we speak, so Happy New Year to all! May the new year treat you with kindness and success.
So, let’s jump straight into the highlights of January. 🙂
When I began writing, I wasn’t sure why. It was a tough time for my twelve-year-old time (the peak of adolescence, you may call it) and writing gave me solace. I found myself veered into a world where I didn’t have to think about reality. The funny thing is, I never liked books or reading. Yes, I had read a couple of Emily Eyefinger and Harry Potter novels in the past, but that was nothing short of mainstream.
Only after I started writing did I fully love literature. I began “researching” for my novels by reading fictional books of the genre I wrote, worked out grammar rules and how to “show and not tell” (although I still haven’t mastered it yet).
This post is a little late as I’ve returned to school for a whole week already. However, it’s without question that school is the most important thing in my life –after all, my entire profession does depend on my grades.
The pressure, studying for exams, forgetting which classes I have next and standing awkwardly beside another class’s door for ten minutes (heh); it’s all back. But this time, I am more prepared for the stress which will, surely, attack at the end of the term. Therefore, I am doing something that isn’t groundbreaking for humanity, but is for me: I am studying along with the school.
I don’t feel jealousy as much as admiration. In order to be jealous of someone, I believe you have to think you’ll never reach their point. Fortunately, I’m optimistic that hard-work is the source of everything positive in life. Therefore, if I work hard enough, I will reach that goal too.
However, it seems I always have other priorities. Let it be reading, writing, studying, blogging, trying to understand the meaning of life, listening to music… I don’t want to sacrifice any of those activities. Therefore, I feel admiration for those who do spare their time in order to accomplish unique things.
When somebody says “education,” I immediately think school. School, with all the social groups among peers, memorising terms for science and cramming before exams. Sometimes, I’m lucky, and we get revision sheets.
Other times, I look over my torn notes (not exactly the most organised person here…) and try to remember what I’ve been learning all term. Anybody else been on the same page?
But in this post, I’d like to point out the other sides of education are unacknowledged.