10 Deep Questions Tag

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Recently, I've been thinking about doing a tag post but I couldn't really find one that fit. There was a Valentine's Day tag but considering it's near the end of February, that'd be a little outdated. A very commonly used one would be the Boyfriend Tag, but I don't have one hahaha. Thought a Makeup Tag would be fun too, but of course I clearly don't know how to talk about makeup.

So I decided to do the 10 Deep Questions Tag today, just because I wanted to write something and because it could give you a look into the deepest parts of my soul. Just kidding, that was exaggerating. I guess it's just to allow whoever is going to read this to understand me a little better. Here it goes.


1. What is more difficult for you, looking into someone's eyes when you are telling someone how you feel, or looking into someone's eyes when they are telling you how they feel?
Looking into someone's eyes when telling them how I feel would be a lot more difficult for me. I have anxiety and sometimes a lack in self esteem so situations like these would be tough. But I can always look into people's eyes when they're telling me something important, I think it's a way of letting them know you appreciate them for it and that they have your full attention.
2. Think of the last time you were REALLY angry. WHY were you angry? Do you still feel the same way?
I was really angry a few days ago actually because our school told us that we would have 3 days off but then they kind of cancelled it for a really unnecessary reason and I'mnotgonnawritemoreaboutitbecauseit'sveryupsetting but I got over it. It taught me that some things just don't go the way you want them to but you still have to be mature and choose to deal with it gracefully.
3. You are on a flight from Honolulu to Chicago non-stop. There is a fire in the back of the plane. You have enough time to make ONE phone call. Who do you call? What do you tell them? 
(What in the world would I be doing in Honolulu?)
My mom is probably the first person who came to mind. I'd tell her about what's happening and that I don't have much time, and I'd tell her that I love her, even if I might not see her again. I'd tell her to be strong too. THIS IS AN EMOTIONALLY CHALLENGING QUESTION. Moving on.
4. You are at the doctor’s office and he has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? What do you do with your remaining days? Would you be afraid?
Do I tell anyone? Yes. I would probably tell my closest friends, or the people I trust the most. I wouldn't want to share it with too many people because I just don't want them to be looking at me with pity for the last 30 days of my life. When it comes to what I'm going to do, I'd probably explore as much of this world as I can with the days I have left. Spend a week in another city or country or whatever. Maybe alone, maybe with a few loved ones. I don't have to go jump off a cliff or anything though, I just need to travel.
I'd probably also end up giving everything I can give to the people in need. Like donate all my clothes or give food to a village somewhere. Maybe go on a mission trip and help the poor, or help fund education for little kids who beg at the streets using the money I'm going to leave behind. These are actually things I never really got to do but have always wanted to. I'd change a person's life if I had the chance.
The last thing I'd most definitely do is write letters. Multiple letters, to all the people I love and care about. My family members, my friends, literally anyone close to my heart. I'd write each letter with everything I have to say to that person, literally pour my heart out. If I'm going to leave a legacy, let it be love.
Oh, and I wouldn't be afraid. Okay, that was a lie. I would be at first, but I believe that with time comes courage. This was a long answer. Moving on.
5. You can have one of the following two things. Love and Trust. Which do you choose? Why?  
Hard question. But the first answer I thought of was trust (?) Which is strange. Logically, I'd be okay if people didn't love me (as long as they didn't hate me either). I want to be the person they trust, though. At least even though people don't love me, they can still trust me. I can be that friend they go to after a rough day, or that person they can fully rely on. It's a lot more humbling. I guess I know that as a person, I might be hard to love (?) But I'd still rather be hard to love than hard to trust.
6. Do you make your own decisions or let others make them for you?
I'd never ever ever let other people make my decisions for me.
7. What would be (or what was) harder for you to tell a member of the opposite sex, you love them or that you do not love them back?  
It'd be harder to tell someone that I don't love them back. It's always hard when you know you'd hurt someone if you were being completely honest.
8. Your best friend confesses that he/she has feelings for you more than just friendship. He/she is falling in love with you. What do you (or did you) do/say? 
It really depends on who this best friend is and how much I trust and love them just the same. But obviously, I wouldn't do or say anything that I don't mean.
9. Think of the last person who you know that died. You have the chance to give them 1 hour of life back, but you have to give up one year of yours. Do you do it? Why or Why not? 
I couldn't really think of "the last person I know that died" but I guess the first person I thought of relating to this was my dad. And if I had the chance to give him 1 hour of being alive and back here with me, while giving up one year from my lifespan, I'd do it. I'd do it in a minute. I'd do it any day. It doesn't need much explaining, but I would. I would, I would, I would.
10. When was the last time you were nice to someone and did NOT expect anything in return for it?
Okay, let me try to answer this without sounding too vain or proud of myself. The last time this happened was actually today in the school's cafeteria, where I guess I did a random (?) act (?) of (?) kindness (?), if that's what you'd call it, for someone else. 
On second thought, I'm not even going to mention the whole thing. I did it for one of the janitors at our school. I brought my friends to do it with me as well, and it turns out they had the same thought. So there was that. Just reminding you guys: Don't give people a hard time, and always do something good when you can. Even when they can't repay you, and even when they won't even know that you did it.
Sooooo that's it! There's really not much to add, I just hope you enjoyed reading through this post. I also hope you found it inspiring, somehow. I don't know.
Did you think of some answers yourself while reading through this? Leave a comment, let me know what your thoughts are, because I'd love to hear them. :)
I'll write again soon,

TRAVEL: 4 Places On My Bucket List

Saturday, February 20, 2016

"To travel is to take a journey into yourself." -Danny Kaye

For a girl with a deep love for traveling and new adventures, I experience quite little of it. Why, you ask? Because the reality is that I'm a 16-year-old student with no driver's license, only struggling to fight my way through the jungle that is high school. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating. But I'm just trying to say that traveling, exploring, and all of these leisure activities simply could almost never make their way into my agenda. 

However, this hasn't stopped me from daydreaming endlessly about the places I could go. The things I could see. The world is so big, but mine feels so small. That's why I chose to write about traveling today. Because I think it's important to let my mind be free, and to let my heart crave for more of what's out there. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday, if I work hard enough, this feeling of wanderlust will be fulfilled.

If I were to be honest, I'd rate myself as quite a well-traveled person already. I've seen beautiful, beautiful cities far away like Amsterdam, Paris, Berlin, and Rome. Some beautiful places are also not too far away, places like Singapore or Bali. There's a certain feeling that overwhelms you the minute you step foot into a new city. It just... welcomes you.

That explains why I adore traveling so much. The rush of excitement as you drive to the airport, tickets in hand, ready to go on a sweet escape from an otherwise monotonous life. That being said, here's a list of four places or cities that I wish I could (or will definitely) visit before I die.

New York City

The city that never sleeps, a concrete jungle, the Big Apple, New York is a place of everything. A place where anything can happen, endlessly bursting with energy. I've always always always wanted to visit New York. Where do I even begin?

Central Park, where I can sit down in a picnic, or sit on a bench and draw sketches of random New Yorkers, or simply go on a very long walk. Broadway, too divine and magical not to be added into my bucket list. Times Square, to just stand in the middle of it and feel everything. There's an endless list of places to visit in New York. I want to go to their little coffee shops along the road, but I also want to go to the important places, like Grand Central Station, the Brooklyn Bridge, Broadway, or even the 9/11 Memorial.

It's always been a huge dream for me to somehow find my way to travel to this city. It's actually one of my biggest dreams to land a job in New York City someday, or get accepted in a uni there then get a job in the city. But of course, this is put on hold considering it's a very big dream that I'm still finding the courage to pursue. Nevertheless, I hope the city waits for me.


Okay, so London... Where do I start? I feel like this one doesn't even need a lot of explaining. I've been to Europe a couple of times but never got to visit London because it doesn't go with the EU visa, but to be honest, it's a place I've always always always wanted to go to. There are so many to see and experience! Maybe I'm a little biased because I only know this from movies and reality shows that revolve around London but you get the idea. 

Now I don't expect to have tea in a fancy mansion or meet the Queen or anything, but there are plenty of things that I still want to do in London. Some are little things, in fact. Like seeing the Big Ben, seeing London from the top of the London Eye (the giant ferris wheel they have), take countless photos of red phone booths and sit on a red double decker bus. I want to go to King's Cross station (and try to see if I can find platform 9¾), and then walk in Oxford Street. I want to take a walk in a nice big park somewhere in the city (like Hyde Park or St. James), visit the British Museum, or watch a play. There are just so many things to amaze me.


I don't know a lot about Greece. In fact, I know very little to nothing about Greece. However, there's one particular place that comes to mind once I think about it, and that place is called Santorini. I learned about this place through the Internet and when I saw it, I just completely fell in love. The island just looks so serene and breathtakingly beautiful, I knew that I had to go there someday. Somehow.

Santorini is actually an island known for its amazing landscape and their white, cubist houses decorating the whole terrain. It's quite interesting to see how the whole place goes uphill and perfectly overlooks the Aegean Sea. The places I'm mostly interested in seeing (according to a handful of research I did) are the Oia village (where the pretty white homes are located), Santorini caldera, and the Kamari village (a small coastal one known for its beaches). 


Last but not least, I couldn't possibly miss out on a place as beautiful as Venice, Italy. Out of all the places I've heard of and all the places I've seen (although not in person), Venice has got to be one of the places that's intrigued me the most. My dad's visited this city in the past, but sadly I never got to ask him about it.

There are no words as to how I can even begin to describe how much I love the sight of Venice, so much that I've always wanted to visit the city. It's so picturesque and exquisite, so different from other travel destinations. I guess it's because when choosing a place to travel to, it's either a beautiful city or a tropical getaway. But this time, it's neither of those things. Venice just gives you a different experience, mostly because of their unique methods of transportation. Not to mention the beautiful buildings and views. I may not speak Italian but for this place, I can most certainly try. A lot of people categorise this as a very ~*romantic*~ destination but let's be real: I'm not going to wait around for a boyfriend to travel anywhere.

And that is basically all I have to say for this post! I do hope you enjoyed reading and knowing more about these places that I've mentioned. If you have ever been to any of these places, feel free to leave a comment and give us a little more insight, including what you personally think!

What are the destinations on your bucket list? 
Leave a comment below, I'd love to hear about it!

Until next time,

lgbt in the eyes of a young christian girl

Monday, February 15, 2016

As an opening, or some sort of disclaimer, I'd like to state that everything I'm about to write on this post isn't meant to hurt or offend any group of people. I am not trying to spark an argument, nor am I trying to "promote" Christianity in any way. I just felt that I needed to take a stand on what I believe in, and clarify some things in a righteous manner to clear some perspectives, both for me and for others.

My name is Joanne and I am a Christian. I'm a high school student, therefore I well enough know what I'm going to talk about. I follow Jesus Christ, I believe in all that He is. I believe in the existence of Heaven, and in the Bible, and in the power of the Holy Spirit. Spiritually and personally, I am His.

But I'm not here to talk about religion. I'm here because I feel like there is an obvious gap or difference between what Jesus is, and what the church is. Globally, I've seen far too many issues about how the church treats people who happen to be homosexual, or transgender, or anything alike. I know the Bible, and I know Christ, and I'm willing to go to my grave saying that what some violent churches have portrayed is nothing godly.

If you happen to be a part of LGBT, on behalf of hopefully Christians across the world, I wish to start by saying I'm sorry about how some churches have treated you. Please don't let some bad people let you believe that all Christians are the same. I find it horrible that some people in my religion are going out of their way to hold up posters labelled "God Hates Fags", directed at the two men holding hands walking down the street. My God does not hate. It's just not what He does. 

I attend a Christian school, and I won't hide the fact that yes, as Christians, we are taught, and so we believe, that homosexuality, bisexuality is wrong. Against the Bible. Against what God initially wanted in the humankind He created. I'm not saying I disagree. I am a Christian, and my job is to stand up for the Bible, and for Christ.

You're right. I can't stand against what the Bible says and I won't. I have to say I disagree on homosexuality or bisexuality. However, I have nothing against other people who happen to be homosexual, bisexual, or transgender. Here's what I believe: I must live the way that Jesus lived. I must do what Jesus would have done. That is what Christianity is about. And the thing that people forget is that Jesus hates the sin, but loves the sinner. 

If I happen to have friends in the future who are part of LGBT, then so be it. If the girl in my campus wants to talk to me about her girlfriend, she should feel free. If a boy next door tells me he has a boyfriend, then that's okay. If I share a class with a girl who then tells me she wasn't born a female, then I'll just nod and listen to her story.

Gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender people are still peopleI will treat my fellow humans as humans, and that's it. I will do it because Jesus has never taught us to hate. Jesus once had dinner in the house of a corrupt, non-believing tax-collector. Jesus helped prostitutes. He heals and washes the feet of sinners with his own bare hands. Would it make sense for me then to roll my eyes and gag at the sight of a gay couple? This is why I don't plan on pointing fingers and labelling homosexuals as "sinners". We are all sinners. Always have been, always will be. It's just that we sin differently, right? The way I see it, the people of the LGBT community simply don't have the same beliefs as I do. They don't agree to my faith, and so I know that it's not my place to try and pull them into something I believe in personally.

As an example, just because Muslims aren't supposed to eat pork, doesn't mean they should go out into the world and stop everyone from eating pork. Or do you find Muslim women forcefully putting on hijabs on other women, even ones with different religions? Screaming and insisting that hair must be covered? I highly doubt it. Because that's not what religion is. It's supposed to be sacred, and personal. I believe it's more important to carry the word of God throughout my character and actions, and through the love I show to others. They must know who Jesus is by looking at how I live. They must witness His love by looking at how I can humbly respect others, including those who happen to be non-believers. That's what I call a life goal.

I have learned that avoiding or looking down on people just because of their sexuality or gender preferences will get me absolutely nowhere. And frankly, that sounds pretty evil. So whoever you are, whatever you believe in, whatever your sexuality happens to be, I am okay with that. Yes, I am wearing a cross around my necklace, but my God is a God of love and acceptance.

Please feel free to leave a comment below with your opinions, or questions even. I'll try to answer as reasonably as I can! Thank you for reading all the way to this sentence. I hope this post has encouraged you to understand a little deeper, and I do hope you find at least a bit of goodness in what I've written.

PS: If you have been following my blog for a while now you might notice that I actually posted this a long while ago, however I added a few things and made a few tweaks here and there (without losing the true meaning of this post) and decided to post it again because I felt like I needed to restate this. And also for my English assignment. Hi Miss Ella. :) Have a good evening.

LIFE: Changes and Galaxies

Sunday, February 7, 2016

I put this photo up because I might look slightly different than how you remembered me, given the fact that I haven't written in this blog in ages. But hey, change is okay, right?
I've been thinking about a lot of things these past few days. It's 2016, and so many has changed. Many things have happened and evolved in ways I didn't expect them to, and it's only the beginning of February. 

Now, life is starting to look more like a galaxy. An endless exterior, a Milky Way, a wide open space which boundaries are unseen. In it, I see rockets, comets, shooting stars, and all things alike. They go at lightning speed towards 18 different directions, all at once. And this life, much like the galaxy itself, engulfs you. It drowns you in wonder and curiosity, love and heartache, ambition and fear, or just the feeling of being lost. But that's enough rambling. I'm not here to write about galaxies.

What I am going to write about is what's been crossing my mind a lot lately: change.

A lot of people are afraid of change. I am one of those people. 

I've found that this is mainly because change exposes you to a thousand "maybe"s that could take place afterwards. Now I've never experienced transferring schools or moving to new cities or anything like that, so maybe that explains why I've spent most of my life avoiding change. It's because I have such little experience with it. 

When I go through life one day after another, it almost seems like nothing is out of the ordinary. But then, I look back beyond the stones I've stepped on, and I look at myself and think, "Where did I leave my old self behind?" I open myself up to new things, only to find my mind closing in on it all over again because of a lack in courage. The courage to embrace a life that's constantly never the same.

Why are our brains programmed that way? At what point in our lives did it start to announce: "Fear change. Live the same."? Why is it that when a person says the words "you've changed", it's automatically perceived or meant as something negative? Like we lost a part of ourselves that we can never regain? What if you lost a part of yourself because you replaced it with something better?

After a series of events, I've come to the conclusion that I should accept and embrace whatever that has happened. Shifts in directions, second thoughts, a self that's no longer the same. I will allow myself to be afraid, then I'll allow myself to be brave. I'll allow myself to fall, then I'll allow myself to bruise. I'll allow myself to be certain, then I'll allow myself to change my mind. Change mustn't overcome me. Instead, it must empower me.

I am a different person than I was 365 days ago. I've been hurt and healed, I gained then lost, I suffered and rejoiced. I cut my hair short, and didn't care. I met new people, and lost touch with a few as well. I thought relationships were useless, now I see it differently. I thought I was going to pursue fashion, now I think there's more to life than just making clothes. I thought my grades should matter most to me, now I laugh at that chemistry test nobody liked or succeeded at. I never dared to speak my mind, but now I'm a brutally honest person who chooses to stay true to those around me, and to myself. 

A plant changes when it grows. Therefore so must I. 

I'll write again someday.

Side note: I'm sorry if you found this confusing. I just needed to let this out for a minute and reflect on it for a while (and also because I need to post twice a month now for my English class, haha). I hope this made sense to you. If it didn't, I hope that changes someday.

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