Traversing the rigorous coarse to... who knows!

I really appreciate those people who know what they want. It's very satisfying seeing a teenager who knows that he/she wants to end up a doctor or teacher etc.. But I don't have that luxury. I'm at crossroads. I know I love the sciences and math. But really, I've know that since 1st grade anyway -_-. So now I'm in 12th grade AND IT'S SCARY! I really do wish that I am not the only in such a position. And from what I've seen so far at my school, there are a lot of people who still don't know what they want either. So, I will put this blog to good cause. I will research all the different crazy domains out there and write the fruit of my research over here occasionally. Let me first state my very "unique" situation that usually makes any victim who thinks he/she can help me make my decision  really wanna slap me and walk away. Here's the deal. I love the sciences! But do I really wanna be a doctor? Spend all those years in Medi

Psychology says that after going through turbulent circumstances, one usually gets this urge to go through some dramatic change. Some  change their hair style,  others their furniture. I decided to have my blog, the only thing I really have any authority over, go through a makeover! So ever since I got my blog, I have wanted to put this background- the one with the camera, but I just thought it would be too mainstream. So this was my blog's design instead Very serene and nice. I liked it a lot.  But it was time for a change. But I remember how I loved the idea of being under the spot in the camera one, how it changes you. We are different people when we are given attention- all of us. and it's just folly not to admit it. So reader, take a moment and think of your impression of the camera. How did it alter your pose? What was the first thing you thought of? I personally thought of how hideous my black pores must have looked.. XP

There was this girl. (There always is isn't there?  A girl, a boy, a man, woman.. there  is always someone who is suffering out there. And do we care? Do you? Do I? We don't! No one does. I might be just going though hormonal issues over here. But maybe I actually have something worthwhile to say. I don't know, and I always cared about "tweaking" my every post before publishing it, but I won't be giving this one another glance the moment I finish it. I don't care if someone out there reads it or not. I don't care if they can/ relate/ agree or whatever. I am angry. I tried to make this a cheery blog, but I 'm angry. Deal with it.  I hate those angry blogs- always called them nonsense and "too dramatic".  I guess I'm just full of crap myself now!!) There was this girl.  She was sad.  And no one cared. She wasn't a saint, not even close, but she sure as hell knew she didn't deserve what she got.  She ma

Today, while I was checking my blog stats, I found out that I had 12 views from Russia in the last 2 days, 6 of which today. Now, I didn't usually have many views lately because.. well.. I stopped posting for a HALF A YEAR and all.. but still those few views I got in the last 2 days got me wondering.. Is this one person who viewed more than one of my posts? Or just a few Russians who happened to barge into my blog through Google coincidentally? I have always wondered about that whenever I get a 25 from Germany or a 20 from U.S in a day or something ever since I started my blog.. And I realized that I would rather my blog to be the least known among the World with a few loyal followers than post about all the popular "most commonly Googled stuff" (if a list like that even exists :P) and have a ton views of "passer-by's"- although by the way I appreciate every viewer, even the one who randomly bumped into my blog out of the blue and decided to leav

Just when you are about to blow out the candles, you are usually asked to make that "birthday wish". As kids, we believe in them with pure innocence, putting all our might in that tiny little wish, dream we're longing for. As  we  grow older, we realize that the World is a lot more complicated than that. We realize that wishes  don't just get granted like that- that well, what we want most, what we fantasize about day and night, is sometimes the least likely event to happen. We learn that.. So we learn that we should work to make our wishes come true.  But then we work, we try and try, but sometimes our wishes are not as simple as getting a car or a new electronic device or a good grade or what's not. Sometimes, we dream big. Sometimes, we realize that our dreams are just our of our reach. So does that mean we should stop dreaming? Does that mean we should stop wishing and dreaming even though everything surrounding us is tangible proof that it

This time I decided I would share with you something I learned in my History class.  Mercantilism sounds like such a tough word, when all along it actually describes a very basic economic aspect. Basically, it is an economic idea which asserts that government control over foreign trade is necessary for the prosperity and security of the nation. Which means that the country basically makes sure that it exports more than it imports to make sure that it gets as much income as possible. One of the most popular examples of mercantilism would be Great Britain, which used its colonies to the full, allowing all their goods to be exported through itself and only itself. Of course, some goods were even on the "black list" of exports, like gold, for example, which Britain only imported.  This is a really nice video that explains it all... not as good as Mrs. Zunaira of course, but close enough :P So then, basically, it was a country's main way of gaining supreme p