Friday, May 4, 2018

Allez! Je me motives!

Comment compose-t-on une dissertation parfaite en français? Une très bonne question sur laquelle j'en aie pas de réponse. Tout d'abords, l'introduction. Une question, une phrase, une citation, une contemplation qui tire l'attention de lecteur. Nous définissons le sujet. N'oublions pas de commencer les introduisons au sujet par nous et évitons le "je". Nous allons traité le sujet avec du professionnalisme et de la créativité. N'oublions pas de construire les phrases du façon intelligentes et complets. Voici nous arrivons à la conclusion de notre premier paragraphe.

Deuxième paragraphe. Une thèse. Choisissez une idée concret qui correspond au thème de votre travail. Ne trainez pas trop loin du sujet. Utiliser les exemples concrets. Utilisons deux ou trois exemples pour supporter votre thèse. Convaincre votre lecteur.
Si vous le souhaitez, il est possible d'appliquer deux thèses pour supporter le thème. N'ayez pas peur mais, n'oubliez pas de vous concentrer. Ne vous éloignez pas trop de l'idée principal.

Et si ça ne marcherait pas? Vous avez commencé les phrases avec "et" ou "je"? Vous avez mis trop des questions dans votre travail et ne pas assez des faits? Votre grammaire et votre formation de phrases et ne font aucun sens. Ne vous inquiétez pas. Ça ne serait pas la fin du monde. Au moins vous savez que vous avez fait votre mieux. Vous avez donné de la peine. Vous avez décidez de vous battre même si vous ne teniez pas la chance dans vos mains.

Pour conclure, je souhaiterait tout simplement continuer contre la lutte. Cette motivation quotidien. La promesse d'un futur. Pour que je puisque être capable de dire, "Je n'ai jamais abandonné." Je n'ai jamais abandonné, même en face à ceux qui me disaient que je n'allais pas réussir."
Et voilà. C'est finit. Environ 230 mots, le moitié du travail qu'on nous demande. Mais ce n'est pas grave. Celle-ci me suffit comme motivation.

Thursday, April 5, 2018


Shitty things happen in life!

You get bad grades in school. Shitty!
You don't get invited to party where all of your so-called friends are invited. Shitty!
Your girlfriend breaks up with you and dates your friend. Shitty!

Yeah, shitty things happen. But what's worse than that? Disappointment.

Disappointment is finding out that people don't have your back, when they said that they did to your face.
Disappointment is people not telling you the whole story, only for you to find out the rest from someone else.
Disappointment is putting your faith in people only to find out that they've turned their back on you the second you let yourself fall on them.

What's hope after disappointment? Hope is all of the little things.

Hope is a friend that reaches out.
Hope is a friendly conversation.
Hope is opening your mind and making yourself humble.

So as I sit here on the loo at 11pm, I call out all of you disappointments.

Shame on you for convincing us to believe you.
Shame on you for making us think that there is something real in the world.
Shame on you for not thinking about how saving your own damn ass would hurt someone else's.

And you might say that you don't give a fuck about shame or that you don't feel it. You create your own environment, and it's obvious on what side it's on. And that's not our fault.

It's no one's fault that you feel depressed about everything all the time.
It's no one's fault that your ego is low.
It's no one's fault that you're still holding on to your insecurities.

So, go. Go all gloat together in that hell-hole that you've created all on your own because in the end, you're no one else's disappointment but you're own.

Saturday, December 2, 2017


I just don't understand. Why is it so great to be an asshole?

People always tend to go towards assholes like they're so much better than anyone else. Why? Because they act like they are?

I don't believe in hurting people as being equivalent to funny. It's being a bully. Most people that are bullies have suffered from bullying so why?

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Where's your brain?

You can be good at memorising, have good grades, have a diploma and still be an idiot.

For me, the smartest people are the ones that are humble enough to know that they can still learn.
Most teachers that have taught me seem to believe that they are Knowledge's gift to earth. "We are here to teach! You need to respect us! We know everything and you don't!"
What the fuck.

Respect is earned. Knowledge is vast.
Teachers can teach you the basics, the rest you do yourself if you're smart AND if your teacher is smart, they will encourage that.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

¿Qué locura o qué desatino me lleva a contar las ajenas faltas, teniendo tanto que decir de las mías?

After a lot of reflecting and two unfinished drafts, I've come up to the conclusion that has always just been an after-thought to big drama explosion fights: You can't fix broken people.

I guess I've always liked being the one that my friends could turn to for a smile or for support although for certain, it never seemed to be enough. I know that I can't fix them, but I felt like, maybe I could be some sort of positive influence in their lives.

It started with making an effort for people that seemed to make an effort for me. I tend to go towards people that are more outspoken, louder or have some sort of influence on the people around them. People that are more upfront. I didn't realise that sometimes, some of these people are in need of another sort of attention.

(Some background about me, my parents are divorced and I've moved to four different countries in my life and not to mention a total of sixteen times within those countries. I'm filipino and a quarter Chinese. Chinese people shun me for not being able to speak Chinese and filipino people call me Chinese. Now I'm in Switzerland and I have to explain how I'm American so, I know all about not fitting in. Not to mention my awkward personality in private school, being the only kid with divorced parents and a stepdad, then switching into a bigger public school, the list goes on... )

Being broken to me does not mean that your family is fucked up or that you've been through a lot of hardship in life, regardless if that is what makes you feel broken. Being broken to me means that you blame the negative events of your life on everyone around you and you walk around thinking that everyone should treat you different because of what you've been through or because of how you feel. Hardships happen to everyone, maybe not all to the same degree, but every person is living something different that does not make them better or worse than the next person.

Broken people aren't easy to be friends with, unless you are okay with being constantly put down or constantly being a cheerleader. They don't have enough ego so they feed on whatever you give them. You can't have a mutual relationship with them because they don't have anything to give back to you, so you're constantly just checking up on them, while they're constantly thinking about themselves. And when they do actually do the bare minimum for you it's "I did so much for you!" but the only reason is because doing a little for you means a lot for them. They don't have the ego to take care of one person, so how can they do it for two?

The only way to help broken people and to keep your positive energy, is by keeping a distance and not getting to close. It's okay. We can't fix everyone without breaking ourselves.

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

It's 12am and..

We're all meant to be at a certain place at a certain time.

I'm meant to be all over the place. Starting in Hong Kong, the Philippines and although I lived in Cali the longest, I definitely did not stay in just one place for over longer than six years (four technically if you count switching apartment complexes).
I knew that I wanted to come to Europe, but lately I keep thinking back to where I really want to be.
I feel as though Hawaii or any pacific island is where I want to go next.

I feel so touched whenever I hear the language. Their dancing makes me want to dance. Their attitude seems to CONSTANTLY be warm like their climate.

It's 12am, the wind is banging against the blinds, my windows are frosty, and I just want to be under the warm sun with nice island music and a Mai Tai or something.