I’d like to believe that I am an optimistic person, but the reality is that I’m more pessimistic than most people think. Sometimes, morbid and depressing thoughts just enter my mind and instead of reacting with: Well it doesn’t have to be this way! or Look at the bright side! I just solemnly agree in silence.
What kind of thoughts are these? Well…
A Thousand Pieces of You by Claudia Gray is a book about Marguerite, daughter of two scientists, who travels through multiple dimensions to avenge her father’s death.
By multiple dimensions, we mean parallel universes and there’s an infinity of them. There’s a universe where technology is advanced 50 years ahead, where you embarked on a different career choice, where you were never born, where Hitler won WWII, the list goes on and on. Every little crossroad for every individual, every factor that could’ve created a different life, a different world, is a different dimension and it’s all happening at the same time your dimension is running.
Interesting stuff, right? This post isn’t really a book review, because the most interesting idea I got from reading this book was about the existence of fate.
Happy birthday to me, I am 24 now. My next paragraphs may seem like I’m going off on a tangent, but there’s a connecting link – I swear!
Time travel back two years ago, popular kpop artist IU’s hit song was “Twenty-Three”. Her lyrics translated starts with:
I’m twenty three
I’m a riddle
Try to guess the answer
IU released her new album this year with her title track “Palette”. A snippet of her lyrics says this:
I like it I’m twenty five
I know you like me / I know you hate me
Ooh I got this I’m truly fine
I think I know a little bit about myself now
Long story short, this is exactly how I feel.
For Part I – read here.
Sometimes I feel like my biggest life struggle is a never ending mission to like myself.
My life motto is to always strive to be a better person – smarter, kinder – the type of person I want to be best friends with, but every time I think I reach that point, something dark inside me pulls me back and makes me think that I am not smart or kind or good.
Behind Closed Doors by B.A. Paris is a thriller on domestic abuse.
Jack and Grace are the perfect couple. They live in a beautiful house, have beautiful vacation photos, and are beautiful people – Jack is a brilliant lawyer for battered women who has never lost a case before and Grace is the graceful wife who can paint, garden, and cook elaborate dinners. The two are excited to have Grace’s little sister, Millie, live with them after she finishes school despite Millie having down syndrome and requiring extra care.
Yes, Jack wants very dearly for Millie to live with them soon. Not necessarily because he has a beautiful heart too, mostly because he’s a psychopathic bastard.
… it’s a shame he’s such a sadistic bastard, because he has wonderful manners.
* Spoilers ahead
Lies We Tell Ourselves by Robin Talley is a love story between two highschoolers during the 60’s integration movement. Sarah Dunbar is an intelligent and musically talented girl and is one of the first black students to attend a previously all-white school in Virginia. Linda Hairston is a strong believer in segregation, as taught by her father, who is an influential writer. The two fall for each other.
My first thought – interracial couple and lesbians? How much conflict can this little novel pack in? Continue reading
I am a lucky holder of the equivalent-to-a-Willy-Wonka-golden-ticket VIA Rail 150 Youth Pass! Last week, VIA Rail announced a special promotion for Canada’s 150th birthday – unlimited train travel for $150 in July if you’re 12-25 years old*. For context, a 3-zone month bus pass in just Vancouver is almost $200, so I jumped at this deal!
Chaos broke out, their website crashed, people were on VIA Rail’s phone lines for hours, and at the end of 36 hours, over 4,000 Canadian youths will be embarking on a train adventure this summer (and I’m one of them -screams-)!
My parents went on their first ever trip alone this month and because of this, I’ve been doing a lot of “adult” things. By “adult” things I mean stuff like cooking/buying groceries, doing the laundry – stuff you probably already do on a normal basis as a fully-functioning adult.
Reminder: I’m a big baby who doesn’t know how to take care of herself.