Another Reblog

This one I just fell in love with, and I wanted to share it because I think we've all felt this way. 

From: http://thatsjusttthewayitis.blogspot.in/

"I remember the four year old kid who asked her father if he could 'please buy a sister' for her from the market. I remember the five year old who screamed at bawled all the while that she was left alone, till her mother was back from Save-on, which was right next door. I remember the six year old who said 'cheese' everytime there a picture being taken just to show off the huge gap in her mouth where her front teeth used to be. I remember the seven year old who believed that infinity people died when the World Trade Centre was knocked down. I remember the eight year old who felt as though supreme, just because she knew multiplication tables long before her class did.
I remember the girl who dreamed of beating the world record for the youngest child to publish a book. I remember the Dad that told his little girl that a doctor was the greatest person in the world, and I remember the little girl who wanted to be the greatest person in the world. 
She was impractical and maybe even a teeny bit stupid. But she believed in herself so much, and usually proved that she deserved to be believed in. When she didn't, she ignored it and began another mission to prove how amazing she could be. 
I wonder what happened to that girl."






~Sam

Opportunity Crisis.

I'm not a practical person, essentially. But the world turned me into one. I must act as though I'm genuinely practical. But I'm not. I want options. All of them. I want everything the world has to offer. Unearthly beings would think so less of us if we didn't seize the opportunities at hand. Having no sight is not being blind. Being blind is, seeing something but out-rightly ignoring it because your practical mind tells you to. I had dreams. But reality came in the way. Atleast that's what my parents made me believe. That your dreams don't come true, and the sooner you break them, the less it hurts. I don't let go that easily. Then i realized, it doesn't always have to be that way. B Quilliam once said, "There is a fine line between dreams and reality, it's up to you to draw it." What a brilliant way to look at it. If there's one thing I learned, its that, no one can help you. I'm sorry but parents don't help at all. They might offer support, but truth of the matter is, one can only help one self. You do that, and your good. 

You know you're on the other side of the generation gap when..

...

• Your 12 year old cousin informs you that you have no idea what it's like being a sixth grader, and your sixth grade was a long, long time ago.
• You're too tired to out-argue said 12 year old. 
• The little people start grumbling about you instead of with you.
• You frown on what "kids these days" are wearing.
• You're deemed to be "okay" at Temple Run by the 12 year old cousin.
• You remember to look at the price of things before wanting them [as opposed to just telling mommy that you want this, this and that].
• You know what a mortgage is.
• People start having to listen to you whether they want to or not.

~Sam

Books and T.V. Shows.

The title of the post explains exactly what I want to talk about.

So recently I ordered Rachel Vincent's latest book, Blood Bound. It's her new adult novel, and it's bloody brilliant! The only book I've read in a REALLY long time. Damn. Rachel Vincent, you've done it again. You are now the favorite author. How does she manage to write such books?! And the story isn't anything like you've ever read before. The female protagonist is a total bad ass. It has guns and thugs and thrill and romance. If you like action, then this is the book for you.

Moving on to T.V. shows, the last episode of One Tree Hill came out again. A part of me just died watching it. You know that feeling you get when a T.V. show or a good series of books is ending? That aching feeling like you don't know what to do with your life? Yeah, I'm totally feeling that right now. Earlier today when I was talking to Sam, she told me to relax and said that I still had other shows like supernatural. To this, I said that I am a delusional person who lives in various parallel universes and one of them just ended. *dies* You're probably shocked that I watch One Tree Hill. * no comment* 

Power of Words

Words are powerful. Think about it. They mean pretty much the same thing, but doesn't "man" sound so much weirder than "guy"? More distant, somehow. Stranger, more formal, more mysterious. Older, maturer.
"A strange man."  "Some random guy."
Feel the difference?
The power of words, people. The power of words.

[And yes, the whole point of this blog post was so that I could say those last two lines in the spooky, eerie, wise manner. Yes, its spooky, eerie and wise. Shut up.]

~A very jobless, Sam

And we're back to talking about guys.

UPDATE: This post requires way, way, way more context. Suffice to say that neither of us are giggle twelve year old One Direction fans, and that I do not spend all my free time telling Marsh that I love her. The only reason this is still on here is for posterity, and it might be better if you just skipped it.


Fortunately, this time I'm not the one doing the (c)raving.

Remember my friend the Marshmallow? She's back! And she can read Arabic and has an insanely inappropriate crush on Zayn Malik. The rest, I'll leave you to figure out for yourself.




Marsh: So I'm following this blog which states random "amazing" facts about One Direction. Today's fact was "Zayn can read in Arabic" and I was like, "YOU DON'T SAY!" -_-

Me: Ahahahaha! God I love you Marshy! Enough to spend actual balance to tell you that. You just made me literally laugh out loud when I was all depressed about how every other guy out here is hot. [I'm travelling.] I finally got what you mean about hotness being painful.

Marsh: See? You should listen to me more. Hotness was created as a tool for sadism.
Seriously! When I read that fact I was like "OF COURSE he knows how to read Arabic! Half the people in the world know how to read Arabic! His freaking NAME should've been an indiciation to the fact that he knows how to read Arabic! Even I know how to read Arabic! Gah!

Me: Seriously. Annoying. And now I can't even take comfort in the fact that I'm a nice, non-sadistic person anymore.
I LOVE YOU! That message is going in my "epic" folder. And. Being able to read Arabic IS amazing to most people you know. Including me. Like being able to read Chinese or something.

Marsh: Dude, there are more people in the world who can read Arabic than who can read Chinese. But yeah.
I saw this interview in which they asked him that if he was a girl, which guy would he date? And he instantly replied "Channing Tatum". And I was like, "Thats it. This guy is my soulmate."

Me: STOP MAKING ME LAUGH OUT LOUD IN PUBLIC! AND SPEND PRECIOUS BALANCE! DO NOT reply after this. And yes. He's your 17-year old, minor, illegal-to-date soulmate :D

The End.

UPDATE: Sorry, apparently I was wrong about that last bit. Here's Marsh's correction: "HE IS NOT MY 17 YEAR OD MINOR,ILLEGAL TO DATE SOULMATE! HE'S MY 19 YEAR OLD,TOTALLY APPROPRIATE,LEGAL-TO-DATE CRUSH!"

~Sam

Right Here, Right Now

Missed my music posts? *silence* OKAY FINE. Don't answer.

Currently listening to Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye ft. Kimbra
Currently obsessed with Temple of Thought, Ballad of Jeremiah Peacekeeper , Cradled in Love - Poets of the Fall ; Classical solo- Mark Knopfler
Current mood- Content

Hello Random People

        Hi. Long time no see. I was kind of too busy wasting time, since I couldn't do that before. So yesterday I watched the first episode of  Doctor Who and Dexter. So far I like Dexter better, but I'm keeping an open mind and have decided to watch the second episode (although I think the world is against it because this is the third time I'm trying to download the goddamn torrent). If you want to get mind fucked, watch Dexter or Supernatural or Walking Dead.
         And I don't like how blogger doesn't have automatic spell check.