Why, bloggity, must be your lucky digital day - two posts a day!
Don't you snort at me! Respect for your creater! hey hey - no throwing stuff either!
Anyways, basicly, this post was inspired by Superman. My fetish with superheroes is quite excessive, and Im sure if I had a proper place to divulge myself in comics, I would. However, wikipedia&net is unfortunately the only accesiable place in which I can transmit my geekyiness, and news is Superman quit his American citinship. Superman, I think, is DC's most iconic 'All-American' hero, and hearing him quit the citizenship is a brilliant way to gather a story and a heated debate. He is the all corny superhero that would stand next to the blue and red flag and salut his country with words of justice and iconics sentences that get most Americans crying, but I do think, him being Superman, he has a bigger debt to the world then that. Superman knows he saves the world, and although he mainly dedicates his time to America, his an international hero. It's only fair that other countries understand and know this. Politics shouldn't be in the way of Superman's ultimate mission, and I'm quite frankly tried of people say 'the american dream is what Superman stands for.' Although his colors represent america, it is time for him to be more. Superman will always have the American ambition at heart, but it isn't fair to see heroes always embracing the idea that everything ideal is automatically American. Being a superhero shouldn't be about national pride, or where your home-town is; it should be about dedicating your life to helping others. ANY others. Superman seems to me like Captain America, in a way; always endorsing his patriotic side. Although 'truth, justice, and the american way' is something Superman will always stand for, I believe he will always stand for his main title first: a superhero. A superhero doesn't care about countries, nationality, etc. and by superman quitting his citinship, his proving his fair to all.
That's the way I see it folks :D
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Keen on Talking
Dear bloggity,
seems like ages since I called you that. Now I just refer to you as my companion, I suppose, but I rarely say it. I'm not very effectionate :)
I feel like this moment was taken from a movie scene - as if this huge change is going to happen soon, something that will alter my life. Maybe it's only the fact that I regained my independance and can now have full control of everything that is mine. Control freak, that I am. I can't say that these two weeks have been easy, but I do say I enjoyed the ride. I got closer to a person I care about, which can either result in something tragic or in something that can lest forever; and Im sure it's the latter. Not because I don't have any faith in what we have, but because even faith can't change reality. Another person I care about is leaving, and it's painful to think I'm the one left behind. I'm stuck with the same room, the same school, the same place she's been and I'm stuck with feeling her presence behind everything I touch. I know it's painful to let go, but I will never regret any moment we had. In those romantic cheesy movies they always say that love is painful, but is worth the ride. I can't agree to that extend, but I can agree with living each moment and not looking back with sorrow. Did you know that I will sort of be in college next year? Yeah, tell me about it. It's weird that this school will be the only school. The school. The school I graduate it. I love this school, in spite of all it's....backlashed crowd. Although most of the friends I care about are leaving, I am looking forward to next year. It's still early to say it, and I do have exams to go through, but I feel like it's time for me to accept the change and know that no matter happens, I'll make the best of it. The maturity I gained is sometimes ruined by inky traces of childhood memories, of wanting to still be a child. That's why I'm a teenager.
I think I rattled on enough.
Wish me luck, there, bloggy. Wish me luck.
Stars demand attention,
Kelly :)
seems like ages since I called you that. Now I just refer to you as my companion, I suppose, but I rarely say it. I'm not very effectionate :)
I feel like this moment was taken from a movie scene - as if this huge change is going to happen soon, something that will alter my life. Maybe it's only the fact that I regained my independance and can now have full control of everything that is mine. Control freak, that I am. I can't say that these two weeks have been easy, but I do say I enjoyed the ride. I got closer to a person I care about, which can either result in something tragic or in something that can lest forever; and Im sure it's the latter. Not because I don't have any faith in what we have, but because even faith can't change reality. Another person I care about is leaving, and it's painful to think I'm the one left behind. I'm stuck with the same room, the same school, the same place she's been and I'm stuck with feeling her presence behind everything I touch. I know it's painful to let go, but I will never regret any moment we had. In those romantic cheesy movies they always say that love is painful, but is worth the ride. I can't agree to that extend, but I can agree with living each moment and not looking back with sorrow. Did you know that I will sort of be in college next year? Yeah, tell me about it. It's weird that this school will be the only school. The school. The school I graduate it. I love this school, in spite of all it's....backlashed crowd. Although most of the friends I care about are leaving, I am looking forward to next year. It's still early to say it, and I do have exams to go through, but I feel like it's time for me to accept the change and know that no matter happens, I'll make the best of it. The maturity I gained is sometimes ruined by inky traces of childhood memories, of wanting to still be a child. That's why I'm a teenager.
I think I rattled on enough.
Wish me luck, there, bloggy. Wish me luck.
Stars demand attention,
Kelly :)
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Remedy for the Soul
Are you ever truly satisfied with the person you are?
Do you wake up and think of how silky your skin is, or the brightness of your eyes? Do you think of the approach you have on people, the character and personality you offer, the glimpse you view to the world of who you are?
I don't think I'm ever happy with who I am. I think whatever I write, whatever I think or say, could always have been better. I could get an A and say why not an A*, not that I ever got an A* ,mind you.
I'm just a face in the crowd, and I pretend I'm special because if I don't then who else will do it for me? My flaws are skillyfully written in my mind, chornologically. I view the person that I am today, and say what could have gone better. Complaining seems to be all I do when it comes to my flaws, and I never appreciate everything I have because I always want more out of myself. Another flaw.
My life is wonderful. I could not ask for more. It's so wonderful, in fact, that maybe I try to live up to its standards. Like trying to fold the corner of a paper, I want it to be a certain shape, a certain perfection -
although I, hyprocritically, don't believe in such a thing.
Although the goddess herself, Gaga, would say I was born this way, I don't believe so. There's so much I can change, so much I can learn and do, so much I can become - and I don't embrace what I have.
'Glee' is always about acceptance, and I often agree with it's messages and often think why teenagers don't accept who they are, and I recently found the answer. We don't know who we are. We are wonderers in a society that expects us to immediately mold ourselves to fit in, and to act accordingly. Teenagers search for the answer through rebelion, through drugs and alcohol and sex and they still don't find it. It's only when we grow up that we find out that we're just another person in the world - we just have to follow the routine and we're good to go. The beings that we are will be described by the university we go to, the job we will have and in essence describe the person we are. We define ourselves through expectations of others.
Does that mean that I won't ever truly find the person that I am? Will I ever truly understand myself? Do I need to, if the future is composed of not having to?
Words seem to flow naturally on paper. I wish only life and me could be just as easily done, like breathing.
Although, that's not that easy considering I have asthma.
I suppose I'll just stick with writing.
the only thing I'm good at,
Kelly
Do you wake up and think of how silky your skin is, or the brightness of your eyes? Do you think of the approach you have on people, the character and personality you offer, the glimpse you view to the world of who you are?
I don't think I'm ever happy with who I am. I think whatever I write, whatever I think or say, could always have been better. I could get an A and say why not an A*, not that I ever got an A* ,mind you.
I'm just a face in the crowd, and I pretend I'm special because if I don't then who else will do it for me? My flaws are skillyfully written in my mind, chornologically. I view the person that I am today, and say what could have gone better. Complaining seems to be all I do when it comes to my flaws, and I never appreciate everything I have because I always want more out of myself. Another flaw.
My life is wonderful. I could not ask for more. It's so wonderful, in fact, that maybe I try to live up to its standards. Like trying to fold the corner of a paper, I want it to be a certain shape, a certain perfection -
although I, hyprocritically, don't believe in such a thing.
Although the goddess herself, Gaga, would say I was born this way, I don't believe so. There's so much I can change, so much I can learn and do, so much I can become - and I don't embrace what I have.
'Glee' is always about acceptance, and I often agree with it's messages and often think why teenagers don't accept who they are, and I recently found the answer. We don't know who we are. We are wonderers in a society that expects us to immediately mold ourselves to fit in, and to act accordingly. Teenagers search for the answer through rebelion, through drugs and alcohol and sex and they still don't find it. It's only when we grow up that we find out that we're just another person in the world - we just have to follow the routine and we're good to go. The beings that we are will be described by the university we go to, the job we will have and in essence describe the person we are. We define ourselves through expectations of others.
Does that mean that I won't ever truly find the person that I am? Will I ever truly understand myself? Do I need to, if the future is composed of not having to?
Words seem to flow naturally on paper. I wish only life and me could be just as easily done, like breathing.
Although, that's not that easy considering I have asthma.
I suppose I'll just stick with writing.
the only thing I'm good at,
Kelly
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