theblowhole

desert place

Fri, 17 Jun 2011 09:14:51 -0400

hahah my one follower deserted me.

i’m back and in all my former glory. celebration! :)

You have received one new SMS

Thu, 23 Sep 2010 04:18:53 -0400

I have ordered a Galaxy for you as a present for being a good daughter.

Gotta love Dad quotes.

Anger

Thu, 29 Jul 2010 09:42:11 -0400

Red. Swirling. Fire. Consuming.

Anger is such an immense, powerful emotion so hard to grasp sometimes I wonder why God designed us to be capable of feelings of such intensity. Love is usually agreed to be the universal, driving emotion but I think as well as it, anger is humanity’s strongest emotion. Anger is a swelling lump fixed to your throat, a fiery red exploding into a thousand pieces, anger is a poet’s dream as love is a songwriter’s.

But anger inspires. It motivates. It compelled me to write a piece on it. Maybe anger is smarter than we think it is? God works in mysterious ways, maybe anger inspires good, lasting change? Who knows. Only God.

Anger is never pleasant. But it can be washed aside easily, given the right techniques I feel. Locking yourself in your room (refuge) and turning the music up, or switching on the computer and talking to various friends who don’t inspire anger in you is funnily enough rather therapeutic. Feelings of anger subside quickly when you are distracted or calmed by other emotions overtaking it.

So I think anger, after some thought that only arose while typing this blog, is actually alright. It can lead to good outcomes and ultimately, it’s just a short, intense burst for a long-term calmer condition.

I was going to write about anger between family members. But I suppose some things just should not be dwelt on.

So if anger ever knocks on your door, sweep it away quickly, and let whatever good things emerge from it :)

Daffodil Day

Fri, 04 Jun 2010 04:13:50 -0400

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visit the website to find out how you can be involved in a great cause.

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MAS - Middle-Age Syndrome

Thu, 03 Jun 2010 23:10:00 -0400

I used to always treat the comments made by middle-aged people about their prime/youth/when they used to be “cool” with a mix of indifference, an almost superior kind of attitude like I was completely above it and something to the effect of rolling one’s eyes. But lately, at the ripe old age of 19, I think I’m feeling exactly this – what I am calling, for the purposes of this article, Middle-Age Syndrome (MAS for short).

In the space of 3 months, since starting uni, I have gained 5 kg and it doesn’t look like these bloody kilograms are looking at leaving any time soon. For this reason, I have almost resigned to the fact I’m never going to go back to pre-uni weight and now look back fondly at my photos when I was a nice, lean size and if I’m perfectly honest, when I was hottttt. I use the repeated t’s for effect, because now comparatively so, it rings truer than ever. The really sad thing about these photos is that they don’t extend further than 3 years ago.

Many of my friends don’t look like they’ll be suffering from MAS any time soon; it’s one of the only times I’m saddened to be the exception and not the rule. My friends are hotter, thinner, more toned and frankly more good-looking because of it, while my looks from my youth fade into oblivion. It has really got to be the most short-lived youth in history, I’ll bet. And yes, I hear you protesting. Looks shouldn’t matter, it’s what’s inside that counts. Yes, I hear you, most over-used cliché ever used. And yes, it’s right. In a perfect world. Which sadly doesn’t exist. (Not yet anyway).

Which brings me to another topic. After paying no attention to my appearance or how I dress for almost half of my life, I now realise the importance of looking good. Not only in how you dress, which will appear in photos so people are less likely to laugh condescendingly at you when they see your past loserish self, but how you present yourself every day. I was never good at maths or sums (the other day I almost got multiplying and adding mixed up!) but I have come to the new equation that LOOKING GOOD = CONFIDENCE, and CONFIDENCE is directly proportional to LOOKING GOOD (thus CONFIDENCE:LOOKING GOOD ratio is 1:1. Yes, yes, I heard you the first time). So yeah, if you have confidence without needing make-up or trendy clothes, good on you for that. But for the mere mortals out there, do what you have to do to feel confident, because it is then that your personality shines through.

So yeah, back to MAS. In my case, I really do think that my confidence would rocket if my weight returned to what it used to be. But for now, hopefully I don’t mellow in the sadness of recently acquiring MAS and turn to comfort eating to feel better.

Facebook

Sat, 29 May 2010 23:58:00 -0400

With Facebook all over the news this past week, it has caused me to rethink the way I use Facebook and the Internet in general. Because the privacy is so loose, I am free to ‘stalk’ whoever catches my interest at any given time. To say it can quickly balloon into a bit of an obsession may or may not be called an understatement.

It’s a crazy reflection on society when you are able to joke about who you are stalking. It seems Facebook has completely legitimised what is a very serious (and criminal!) activity. Although we’ve all heard of Stalkerbook, we all seem to brush it off with an air of indifference, not giving it a second thought. Yet all of us are willing to jump on board, to stalk and be stalked. We add ‘friends’ to find out (read: stalk) more about them, but dangerously forget that these people can stalk you too.

Facebook is supposed to be a socialising site. But what it’s doing is really quite the opposite. Information about our Facebook friends is so easily accessible that it only takes a few clicks, and reduces the interaction we have in real, face-to-face time. What an irony in the name, then. People have been reduced to a new breed of friends - that of the Facebook kind, limited to just the Facebook sphere. Friends who if you saw on the street you wouldn’t stop for more than a minute, but you would devote 5 minutes constructing a perfect wall post for. Facebook friend. A term really synonymous with the mysterious stranger you talked to once at a party and probably will never see again. Facebook friend? These days there are no limits to what the term defines.

Another thing about Facebook I’ve discovered this week is that no matter how busy or not your life is, it will eat up any free time you own. Actually, I’ve known this fact but it really didn’t hit home how it wasn’t just everyone else but I was doing it too. So really, the next time someone replies “Busy” when you ask how they are, the reasons could be traced back to using a sizeable part of their day simply perusing the mundane details of a “Facebook Friend’s” life. Why this is so fascinating seems to be an unanswerable question. It isn’t. What benefit will knowing these things add to our lives? None at all really, if you exclude possible conversation starters which could very well expose your other identity of a “Fbstalker”. After rechecking my Facebook habits, I think I will stop filling my head with useless social capital (to borrow a term from the dear L.J. Hanifan*) and start something meaningful. Like reading publications, newspapers, magazines or otherwise. Or start a blog.

*Yes, I had to Wiki that.

Origins

Sat, 29 May 2010 23:38:05 -0400

Welcome to theblowhole! For a while I expect, this blog will just be a blog, no design, no embellishments, just text. When I find the time (ah what a rare commodity!), maybe I’ll add these (un)necessary extras :)

Call me old-fashioned but I’ve always been particularly resistant to this idea of blogging. There’s just something about exposing yourself to the world that I find particularly unsettling, which is why up to this point I didn’t give blogging even a second thought. For the longest time, anonymity has been one of my dearest friends, which is why I don’t think I’ll even tell my friends about this blog. We’ll see.

So here we go. Wish me luck. To any reader who stumbles across this blog, I hope I offer you something original… I’m sure in all this time spent suppressing stuff, there should be some good material!