Tuesday, October 19, 2010
SixBillionSecrets
If you ever heard of it, there's this site where people post up stories of themselves. It's called sixbillionsecrets. It's where people go, usually anonymously, to post up some of their secrets. Most of these secrets are quite full on, showing how people feel of what they're going through.
When I first found this site, I was so compelled to read through every single secret that had been posted up, seeing all the insecurities and hard times those people were/are enduring. Even though they were all anonymous, it felt like they were showing their most inner self with the world. Maybe it was because they were anonymous that they were able to share what they really are inside, without ever telling anyone who they are.
But then I started thinking about the people who reading through the same secrets as me. What do the readers feel. Do they relate? Empathy, or maybe sympathy?
"There are people with worst problems out there, so you shouldn't worry." It's what we've been told at some point in our lives, and there are even some people who live by that. And of course, hearing messed up stories does put things into perspectives, but we can only experience these stories from the outside looking in. Our own experiences are the only thing we can truly base everything on, and because of this, and the fact that we can only ever really view other people's lives from the outside looking in, it creates a disconnect. We're able to take other people's lives into account, and even though what you feel at your worst might not be as bad as what someone else is feeling, it is the worst that YOU have ever felt, and sometimes you're own feelings overrule any empathy you might feel for others. It's selfish, but it's human.
There are so many stories on sixbillionsecrets, all completely messed up in so many different ways than I could ever imagine. And even though they're all different, I think there is an underlining feeling that they are share - loneliness. Their pain is not only from the problems they're going through, but that they're going through it alone. And eventually, it's this loneliness that becomes a problem in itself. And I think that's why people post up on that site, not to gain any sympathy because of their problems, but to feel less alone - to feel connected. It's impossible for us to understand someone else's situation, but we can relate to the feelings that these situations evoke. It's not a competition to see who's going through a shittier time than another. If anything, it's about reaching out and hoping that someone out there understands and acknowledges the emotions we're going through. And that's what we all really want, to feel connected with someone else, so that whatever is happening in our lives, we don't feel like we're going at it alone.
I use to think that there were people who needed help, and those that were giving it. But it's not that simple. Everyone needs help in their own way, don't they? But they're also able to give help as well. Helping others might not help out our own problems, but what it does is bring us closer to someone else, breaking down that underlining feeling of loneliness. It's nice to lean on someone who's leaning on you too.
Well that's what I think sixbillionsecrets is all about. It might mean something different to you when you read through it, but to me, it's all about knowing whatever is happening, you're definitely not the only one feeling that way. So like Philosopher Efron once said, "We're all in this together"
Monday, October 18, 2010
Imagination on Fire
This post is dedicated to a good friend of mine who had her birthday last Saturday. She's a really talented drawer. Actually one of the most realistic sketchers I've ever seen and she easily puts anything I draw to shame. But she's recently been too busy with uni and hasn't drawn in over a year, and I thought that that was such a waste that she would let her talent slip away like that. I think it's a shame if anyone let's go of a certain part of their talents due to lack of time, whether it be drawing, playing a musical instrument, professionally or even as a hobby.
So my present to her was a couple of art supplies and this artbook, which I hope would motivate her to draw again. I would love to see her complete that book one day, but because she is quite busy, I thought I'd help her out by filling out the first page for her.
Happy Birthday Libby
Sunday, October 17, 2010
* Train Ticket, Part 2
Carrying on from my previous post. I had forgotten to withdraw from my debit card the day before, which had caused me to be in the current predicament (I figured I would type a smart word that I would never say in real life) I had found myself in. So after wasting time watching the train's doors open and close for what seemed like enough time for me to make enough sandwiches for a small Asian family, I turned to the ticket operator window to see that I could've used my debit card on their EFTPOS machine. The next train wouldn't arrive to the station for another half hour and I was already too late for uni as it was, so I resigned for the day and went home.
The following week, I found myself in the exact same circumstances. 2 minutes left, dashed across the bridge, onto the platform, ran to the automated ticket machine, punched in my destination, then whipped out my wallet only to find that I was, once again, monetarily lacking. Learning from the previous week's mishap, I quickly turned to the ticket operator with my debit card in hand.
Me: "Hi, can I get a return ticket to Central, please."
T.O.: "Yep, that'll be 7 dollars."
Me: "I'll be using EFTPOS"
T.O.: "Sorry, EFTPOS is only 10 dollars minimum."
What I said: "....oh...."
What I should've said: "...oh...can I get a return ticket to Central with large chips, please."
Needless to say, I did not make it to uni that day either (I was not going to waste an extra 3 dollars on a redundant ticket just so I would make it uni, a place where I spend 50 bucks an hour to sleep) . So lesson learned: always drive.
The following week, I found myself in the exact same circumstances. 2 minutes left, dashed across the bridge, onto the platform, ran to the automated ticket machine, punched in my destination, then whipped out my wallet only to find that I was, once again, monetarily lacking. Learning from the previous week's mishap, I quickly turned to the ticket operator with my debit card in hand.
Me: "Hi, can I get a return ticket to Central, please."
T.O.: "Yep, that'll be 7 dollars."
Me: "I'll be using EFTPOS"
T.O.: "Sorry, EFTPOS is only 10 dollars minimum."
What I said: "....oh...."
What I should've said: "...oh...can I get a return ticket to Central with large chips, please."
Needless to say, I did not make it to uni that day either (I was not going to waste an extra 3 dollars on a redundant ticket just so I would make it uni, a place where I spend 50 bucks an hour to sleep) . So lesson learned: always drive.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
* Train Ticket, Part 1
I was on my normal Wednesday routine where I catch the 11 o'clock train to my uni. Normally I arrive there 15 minutes before the train comes, as I usually have to walk about 3 to 4 streets down from the closest parking spot I can find, then over a pedestrian bridge onto the platform, and if I miss this train, I would have to wait another half an hour for the next.
But on this particular morning, my poor time management skills and the overuse of the snooze button caused me to cut it pretty close. I got to the pedestrian bridge, and saw that I didn't have much time to beat the train. I only had a minute to get across the bridge and get myself a ticket. I made a mad dash up, around, then down the bridge to the other platform, and ran to the ticket machine seconds before the train got there. I punched in my destination just as the doors were slowly starting to open. With success so close, I whipped out my wallet, only find that I had no money. I could only stand there, for what seemed like all the time in the world, and watch the train drive away, taunting my current ticketless situation. Lesson learned: Don't try so hard.
But on this particular morning, my poor time management skills and the overuse of the snooze button caused me to cut it pretty close. I got to the pedestrian bridge, and saw that I didn't have much time to beat the train. I only had a minute to get across the bridge and get myself a ticket. I made a mad dash up, around, then down the bridge to the other platform, and ran to the ticket machine seconds before the train got there. I punched in my destination just as the doors were slowly starting to open. With success so close, I whipped out my wallet, only find that I had no money. I could only stand there, for what seemed like all the time in the world, and watch the train drive away, taunting my current ticketless situation. Lesson learned: Don't try so hard.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
* Why so Poor?
Why does money disappear quicker than we get them? It's like we have this false sense of security, coupled with youthful ignorance, when we find ourselves having a constant stream of income. So we always, naively, buy more than we're getting paid. The more we earn, the more we spend, the poorer we get.
Me: How much is this Mars bar?
Cashier: 6 dollars
Me: WHAT!? THAT'S A RIPOFF! I'll take 3.
* Mini
Sorry for not updating for the past 2 weeks, but I've been completely loaded with assignments. I had 3 exams, an 8000 report, 2 assignments, a presen...
Random Reader: No one cares!
...oh, fair enough. Well anyway, I finally have some extra time to start blogging again. But I've realised that I still won't have enough time to write my posts as frequently as I would like. I also spoke to someone that use to read my blogs the other day, and they said that they've stopped reading it because it felt like they were reading essays. They also inferred that I was homosexual. My family can be so mean... Well anywho, as a result, I'm now going to post mini entries in between all my 'essay' ones. This will mean I'll be able to update my blog more regularly (like a good blogger should), while trying to please all the people who just want light reading and those who don't mind my long, random rants . (The length of this post itself is bordering in between what I consider a mini update and a proper one)
Starting from now, only my normal updates will be shamelessly plugged on facebook. My mini posts will be updated randomly, but more frequently, so you're just gonna have to check back every now and then to see what random junk I post up.
My first mini post is posted right after this one, and if you want to quickly read it, click this link [Why so Poor?]
...Did you click? 'cause it doesn't do anything lol, you idiot. But seriously, go read it.
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