Questioning things

I don't know about you, but there are times when I really question about things. I'm quite the type that over-analyses things, and while that could land me a lot of trouble when it comes to concentrating at school, it is me and no matter how hard I try not to analyse things, I can't help myself.

I am continuously amazed by the things that I see everyday. And so I question about the things that amaze me. Not questioning things in a bad way, but just going back and forth trying to perceive it in a different light. I've heard that you must not stop learning or questioning things, as it gives you greater understanding towards things. Well, whether that greater understanding comes from your own mind or from another person, I guess it does shed a different light towards whatever you're questioning.

I've been thinking about the way we are recently. Humans. I'm a human. You're a human. Well, if you're a rabbit and you're actually reading this and not trying to snoop around for carrots in the keyboard, I congratulate you upon your intelligence. However, the keyboard is quite the hotspot for carrots, so kudos to you for that too. Though I don't think you'll have much luck.

Anyway, where was I? Oh, right. Humans. Well, I've just been spending a lot of time questioning what makes you and me different. What sets us differently, except for our identity, socio-economic backgrounds and so forth. Of course, there are so many answers for this. It is, of course, a simple question to explore. But quite an interesting one too. Yes, our values do set us differently. But then again, think about it. We all want respect, care, love and we all want to be liked for who we are. In that sense, we're all the same.

There are so many ways to explore this question. So many ways. But this is what I think: What sets us apart is the way we act. The way we present ourselves and the way we choose to act. It's the way that we react to things and the way we act towards people. That's what I believe in. I'm not saying that our actions is the only way that sets us apart - no, not at all. However, that's how I like to look at it. Because when you think about it, when you meet a person and get to know a person, it is not their socio-economic backgrounds that we're concerned about, it is the way they present themselves and the way they act. Because this is how people see you differently. This is how you're different. This is what sets you apart. Of course, I'm not saying that this concept fits everyone, but it should.

In a way, our actions tie everything in. We incorporate our values, our beliefs and everything else in our actions. It's like a cycle that grabs every single part of us in and makes sure nothing gets left out. I don't know why I've suddenly felt the urge to write this, but perhaps I'm just feeling a little thoughtful today. :)

Wishing

When I was little, my grandma used to pat me on my backside or on my thigh repeatedly until I fall asleep. It was her own lullaby, and every single time, I fell asleep without fail. And when I was sick, she'd be all over the place, cooking up soup in the kitchen, or going out to get herbs to cook. When it was my birthday, she'd make a huge deal and throw a huge feast full of scrumptious food. In fact, she did it for all of our birthdays.

Oh, my grandma, she loves me in ways that no one can. And as I type this, I have tears in my eyes. I talk to her on the phone every night, and I would ask about her day, and she would ask about mine. She'd ask if I have homework, and if I do, she would hurry me off to finish it. If I don't have homework, she'd ask me if there's anything good on the television and hurry me off to enjoy it. We would talk about other things, and we'd laugh and we'd giggle.

But it's not the same.

And sometimes I sit on my bed at 2am in the morning wishing that I am with her all the time, that in a blink, I'd be in my hometown. I know it's absurd and stupid of me to wish something like that, but I can't help it. I want to go back to the times when she would wake me up at 5am in the morning, and I would get up and laze around in the family couch. She'd tell me to get up, and I'd go to the bathroom, and she would look at my reflection in the mirror and say, 'What should we do with your hair today?' Then she'd plait my hair, or give me a ponytail, and make me breakfast and my lunch, give me my allowance for the day, and drive me to school.

My grandma is a wonderful person. She has a great personality, and a heart I'm glad I got to know. She helps everyone and always puts other people first before her. I worry about her, being so caring about others, and not enough about herself. I wish I could go back and help her do the dishes for her after dinner every day like I do whenever I go back for a holiday. Help her with the groceries at the markets. Help her in the kitchen. All these things that I'm meant to do, but I don't.

At last

 

Well, isn't this a creative way to present ice-cream? I accidentally stumbled upon this photo just a few hours ago, and thought I might share it with you guys. Looks so cute too, with the stars and smiley faces. I'm really going to start making ice-cream this way now, especially since summer is approaching.

Speaking of ice-cream, a friend of mine and I made lamington ice-cream recently for a school assignment before the holidays. I hear you ask, what's lamington ice-cream? Well, it's simple. It's  lamingtons with vanilla ice-cream and bam, lamington ice-cream! Unfortunately, I didn't take any photos of it while we were making it, but when I make it again, which I'm sure I will, I'll post some photos up here.

On other matters, I am now enjoying the holidays. At last! And so I've been having a lot of free time on my hands, which is just great. I really, really needed this break from all the projects and assignments, and it has finally arrived. I went to Royal Melbourne Show with a couple of friends on Monday, and we really had a great time, like every other year. I went on four rides and actually won something this year. I shot some hoops (got 4/5 in), and got myself Kermit the Frog. It was a lovely day that Monday, followed by a lovely week.

No regrets

 

These past few days have taught me to treasure everything and especially everyone you have. Cling onto people that you love like a dog would would towards his owner. Wag your tail every once and then and cuddle up to them whenever you can. Do everything you need and want to with them, and fill your lives with beautiful and warm memories.

I want to spend every single second of my life wagging my tail and cuddling up to those I love. I want to do absolutely everything with them, and share my life with them and let them share theirs. No regretting over things that I haven't done, because I will do everything I need and want to with those I love. No regrets.

Tuesdays

I've always liked Tuesdays. I think everyone has that favourite day of the week, whether we realise it or not. There is just that one day when you wake up and feel fresher than you normally are. Or maybe it's just me. And now that I think about it, it's never occurred to me as to why I like Tuesdays. I mean, out of all the other six promising days of the week, why Tuesday?

I guess Tuesdays have always been easy on me. There's really no rush on Tuesday, nothing to worry about in terms of work and just in general, relaxing. Tuesdays have always been nice, and I've always achieved good things on Tuesdays. Plus, NCIS, my favourite show, is on tonight. But then again,  my favourite TV shows, How I Met Your Mother is on Thursdays, Bones in on Sundays and my new favourite TV show, Law and Order SVU is on Fridays. With all these great TV shows, Tuesday still remains as my favourite. And it's not like I haven't had a bad day on Tuesdays, but it still remains as my favourite day. Why?

Hmm, perhaps it's the idea that Tuesdays are special that make me feel fresher in the mornings. Maybe it's all in my head. Now that I think about it, that could be true. Well, that's me rambling for the day. Have a lovely week everyone, and just out of curiosity, what's your favourite day?

A friend to make you smile

I've been having a bad time lately, and been feeling especially down for the last few days. I keep it to myself mostly, and trying not to inflict any misery on others. Now I have this friend. She does the stupidest things and  say the most absurd things. She is so silly and immature, but I love her for it. She's the type that would blow into plastic gloves, laugh at her own jokes and swing around poles. Insane as she is, she makes me smile, when I'm extremely down. It's rare to find people like her these days, and I truly thank God for her.