I want help, my good friend(s)

I am currently not in the jolly mood to start with an intro that has me typing out a nice greeting of "Hey, I'm back!" So let's get right into the topic and cut the unnecessary chit chat out.

I have a good guy friend. A real nice guy. I have enjoyed his companionship for the past two years. We've had a few major downs. And tiny misunderstandings here and there. Overcame anything that had to be overcome.

Now, with us (and perhaps many other people), there is a sharing of links to sites that is always being passed around in the chat room. What mostly goes back and forth between us are YouTube videos. They can be music, trailers to movies, pictures, cartoons, etc. Whenever I send my friend a link, it's mostly to ask for an opinion, because it has been established between us that our tastes can be very different. When our thoughts are mutual, I get very happy to find a new common ground. If not, I turn into a turtle. Sometimes, a very upset turtle. Like now.

In many occasions,  my friend will not like the link I sent him and won't even finish watching and/or listening to the video. And I have learned to overlook it whenever he chooses to do so. Because most of the time, I mentally prepare myself before I send the link. But sometimes I get really upset. And that is what has happened today. Tonight, to be specific.

I've become one of the many subscribers to one certain LPer on YouTube a couple months back and started checking out the LPer's Tumblr just yesterday. On one of the LPer's page, there was one post that had been reblogged. This video right here: http://youtu.be/_VK2il0LnOY.
I watched it because it sparked my curiosity. It has, in my opinion, a nice soundtrack. However, the video contains no dialogue. So quite frankly, I didn't understand what the video was trying to convey to its audience. All I know is that I liked the video, despite its weirdness, and wanted someone to interpret the story for me.

Guess who I turned to for help? That's right. My good guy friend.

Guess what he did? Didn't finish the video.

He told me, "Don't even know what to say about it. Just seems pretty dumb."
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How can he tell me that when he didn't even finish watching the video? In fact, he stopped four minutes into the video, which is halfway. Before it had even reached the climax. Honestly, I should have expected for him to not finish since he's not into animation. But it had no dialogue, meaning that I didn't have to find him any subs or dubs, making it easier for my friend to watch the video. So I had at least hoped he would finish the video until the end. Even if it wasn't to his liking. Apparently I was wrong, because to him, eight minutes is long. For an animation, anyway.

Really, all I wanted was his opinion and interpretation. Clearly, his opinion didn't help me at all since he was vaguely interested in the story. And there was no interpretation because he didn't even have the patience or the open mind to finish what had started.

In the end, my friend had left me in fumes. I was really close to yelling at him for not being wholly respectful to me, because I finish every single one of the videos that he shares with me. Even if I did not like the video in the beginning or midway, I dutifully finish it until the end because I feel like that is the right thing to do. And respectful.

But man, my good friend, all that video wanted was love. (WHY CAN'T YOU LOVE IT?)
And all I wanted was help. (WHY CAN'T YOU HELP ME?)

I guess my main point in this blog post is (besides venting my rage in a rant) to ask my other good friends out here in the blog world to help this girl here to come up with an interpretation. Because I know that this video has some beautiful yet hidden meaning in it. I just have yet to find this wonderful meaning.. So grab a magnifying glass and let's be detectives!

Shall be much obliged if helped. Particularly in the comments department. :D

Sort of Bon Weekend

Goooooood afternoon!! I had a light brunch today so I'm quite hungry at the moment. So there will be random moments on this blog post. Forgive me for any future problems. *bows*

Moving on!

I have to do my English project that is due on Monday. But it's like, a 14 page essay about a prominent person who has made an impact in American history and my life. No motivation here whatsoever. The most biggest issue I have is that I don't have a role model. I don't look up to any celebrity. Because having a role model means that I want to follow in that person's footsteps. I don't want to follow that person's steps. What am I, a clone? I am my own person! This whole project is so entirely unnecessary!! My junior year is already coming to an end. There is less than a month left. So why do I even have to write this so-called-almighty "Multi Genre Project?" Why can't we just finish the school year with reading a book, taking a few quizzes, and wrapping up our grades with a big final test? Why do things have to be so excessively energy wasting? It's not even fun.


Now I have completely forgotten what else I wanted to blog about. Where has that notebook of blog writing gone to when I need it?

Sigh.

This has been your hungry, procrastinating, unorganized, 17-year-old blogess. (Yes, I just made up that word. You like?)

P.S. I can't believe I'm already seventeen. I mean, it was only a few blogs ago that I had just turned sixteen.

I'm Back

This was a blog post that I had started in September 2011 but kept it as a draft.
I now have the courage to post it as an official blog. Here it is:


I kept telling myself that I would do many blogs over the summer and I even kept track in a journal about what I would blog about. But since I'm not a very committed person, that didn't work out. Since I haven't blogged in a few months I have to give my readers a lot of catching up to do. Now half of my reasons for my lack in blogging are very ... depressing ... and the other half is more optimistic. But since this will take up a lot of blogs I will get the depressing news out of the way first. This will be very hard and personal for me to do, but I feel that it will help me move on. Let's begin.

Life is hard. You have to do so many things in order to survive everyday and even when you're doing all of the right things, something else effects you. It's very unfair, but that is the world we live in today. It is not perfect. We will all eventually get sick and die. This is a story about my uncle that has passed away on Friday, June 24, 2011. (I caught you off guard right?)

My uncle, my father's younger brother, was diagnosed with stomach cancer at the beginning of this year. When we had received a call from my aunt a week earlier that he was in the hospital, I had hoped that he would be cured. I already knew that this was an impossible request when I first laid my eyes on him sitting in a hospital bed.

He had already shaved off all his hair and he was the skinniest I had ever seen him. Seeing the needles in his arm and tubes in his nose made him look very vulnerable. I couldn't dare to look at him for more than a few seconds. I couldn't even talk to him. My heart was wrenching inside my chest so much that I left the hospital room and took refuge downstairs in the lobby. Of course I eventually went back upstairs to reassure my uncle with a smile.

The following week involved my family driving back and forth down south to the hospital my uncle was staying in. Half the time I went against my will. Half the time I knew that I should go see him so that I wouldn't regret anything. But that didn't mean I stayed at the hospital the whole time. I went to go see Green Lantern with my brothers to escape reality.

A week later, on June 23rd, 2011, my uncle's condition was terribly worsened that we had to call everyone to gather at the hospital. He was having trouble breathing because the cancer cells were spreading to devour his lungs, his organs, and even down to his bones. This day was also my brother Peter's birthday. ...I prayed so hard to God that night, pleading to not let my uncle pass away on his birthday. That night was also the first time I had seen my older brother David cry.

On June 24th, 2011, my family had woken up to the news of my uncle's death. At first I was afraid to touch him. But I wanted something to remember him by so that I wouldn't regret. I knelt down on the side of his bed and grabbed his right hand. I will never forget the texture of his hand, the size of his hand, or how cold his hand was. No matter how long I held on to his hand, they remained cold. I tried to warm up his hand. I really did. But they remained cold. It felt to me like he was slipping away. That he would never open his eyes again, never speak again, never touch me again, and worst of all, never breathe again. It was then that I started to release my cries out loud along with my family.


Our family held his funeral on June 27, 2011. Ironically, this was the same day that my other uncle died in 2007. Reality was very cruel and relentless for me that day. Before I left the funeral, I walked up to the coffin with my mother to bid my uncle a last farewell. He looked so nice in his suit that it made me cry. I engraved his sleeping face into my mind in that moment so that I would never forget what he looked like. And for the last time, I touched his hand and walked away with the feeling of his cold skin tingling on my fingertips.


Now I live my life one day at a time.

It's Been Over A Year!

So it has come to my attention that I haven't blogged in over a year (Thank you best friend). You guys have probably noticed by now that I have a problem where I can never finish what I started. And a serious case of procrastination. Right now, I really do have a lot to share. I mean, like, a year's worth of blabber. But I'll go into a romance/debate topic for now.

I personally like mature, older guys than those that fall into the same age range as me. He can be 9 or 10 years older than me and I could still like the dude. But my guy friend can't understand why girls dig older guys or how guys can date someone much younger than them.

My friend and I always talk about this every time I mention someone older than me and he asks me if the guy is one of my "old man crushes." He likes to tease me a lot and blow up my mistakes in the face. But I guess that's why we're such good friends.

Anyway, It's quite the hilarious topic to talk about so I want to ask my readers: What do you guys think? Tell me your preference and/or opinion. :]