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Ever wondered what goes on in her mind?
My name is Alethea.
I am 14 years old
I have this delusional thing that my name is the best name in the world, but that's just my subconciousness trying to grasp some part of myself that is not self loathing.
I have almost non existent self esteem. Even though I play 3 instruments (well, lets just leave it at 3) and I am supposedly I am a gymnast (I think I am too fail to be under that title), I'm under the impression I am bad at everything. (Which I am!)
I have a very obsessive nature. I am also quite unpredictable and unreliable and I'm scared of being social.
On of my special talents is yodelling.
That's how weird I am of course.
I like talking using words with more that 3 syllables to make it sound as if I am speaking a language other than English, even though that's the only language I speak. I'm a disgrace to Asians apparently because I cannot speak the language in which my complexion screams out otherwise.
I am obsessed with big words and psychological disorders and paradoxes of all kinds.
I have survived through a 7.1 magnitude earthquake and numerous aftershocks, and been to 7 different schools in my life. (And 5 gym clubs and I don't even want to start counting the teachers.)
I fear I am a pessimist.
Sometimes I am a grammar freak too.
This blog is to help other understand what goes on in my head.
Good luck with that!
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ramblings of a teenage girl
My name is Alethea.
I am 14 years old
I have this delusional thing that my name is the best name in the world, but that's just my subconciousness trying to grasp some part of myself that is not self loathing.
I have almost non existent self esteem. Even though I play 3 instruments (well, lets just leave it at 3) and I am supposedly I am a gymnast (I think I am too fail to be under that title), I'm under the impression I am bad at everything. (Which I am!)
I have a very obsessive nature. I am also quite unpredictable and unreliable and I'm scared of being social.
On of my special talents is yodelling.
That's how weird I am of course.
I like talking using words with more that 3 syllables to make it sound as if I am speaking a language other than English, even though that's the only language I speak. I'm a disgrace to Asians apparently because I cannot speak the language in which my complexion screams out otherwise.
I am obsessed with big words and psychological disorders and paradoxes of all kinds.
I have survived through a 7.1 magnitude earthquake and numerous aftershocks, and been to 7 different schools in my life. (And 5 gym clubs and I don't even want to start counting the teachers.)
I fear I am a pessimist.
Sometimes I am a grammar freak too.
This blog is to help other understand what goes on in my head.
Good luck with that!
"You're crazy!"
"I know!"
So, a couple of days ago, my Dad called a 'Fucking Asian' for no apparent reason, but my dad, being my dad, stays completely cool and ignores the entire situation. I mean, he heard, but he ignored. If it was me, I'd have bashed the living daylights out of that person in two skedaddles. But not my dad, he doesn't even use the car horn. But he's cool like that.
It makes me think, because my Dad is pretty Asian, born and bred right? How about me? Where the fuck do I fit?
POINT NUMBER 1
I don't speak any Asian Languages.
POINT NUMBER 2
I was born in Asia.
POINT NUMBER 3
I have full Asian Blood (both parents are Asian).
POINT NUMBER 4
I live in New Zealand?
SO...apparently this makes me...a....
Whitewashed Bitch.
Me?
Really?
Third Culture Kids.
I found a whole website on them, and the so called identity they hold. We hold.
I mean, sure, I'm nt a refugee forced to live in another country by unforseen circumstances or some poor sexually abused human trafickee abandoned on the streets of a foreign country, but I'm still a kid who *ahem wikipedia* "has spent a significant part of [their] developmental years outside the parents' culture. The TCK [Third Culture Kid] frequently builds relationships to all of the cultures, while not having full ownership in any."
HOoray! Wikipedia got it right!
BUT as depressing as this post sounds, I actually love being yellow.
I SCREAM IT OUT FROM THE ROOFTOPS!
I LOVE BEING YELLOW!
*more soon*
"I know!"
★ Yellow ★
Tuesday, January 17, 2012 ( 10:58 PM )
So, a couple of days ago, my Dad called a 'Fucking Asian' for no apparent reason, but my dad, being my dad, stays completely cool and ignores the entire situation. I mean, he heard, but he ignored. If it was me, I'd have bashed the living daylights out of that person in two skedaddles. But not my dad, he doesn't even use the car horn. But he's cool like that.
It makes me think, because my Dad is pretty Asian, born and bred right? How about me? Where the fuck do I fit?
POINT NUMBER 1
I don't speak any Asian Languages.
POINT NUMBER 2
I was born in Asia.
POINT NUMBER 3
I have full Asian Blood (both parents are Asian).
POINT NUMBER 4
I live in New Zealand?
SO...apparently this makes me...a....
Whitewashed Bitch.
Me?
Really?
Third Culture Kids.
I found a whole website on them, and the so called identity they hold. We hold.
I mean, sure, I'm nt a refugee forced to live in another country by unforseen circumstances or some poor sexually abused human trafickee abandoned on the streets of a foreign country, but I'm still a kid who *ahem wikipedia* "has spent a significant part of [their] developmental years outside the parents' culture. The TCK [Third Culture Kid] frequently builds relationships to all of the cultures, while not having full ownership in any."
HOoray! Wikipedia got it right!
BUT as depressing as this post sounds, I actually love being yellow.
I SCREAM IT OUT FROM THE ROOFTOPS!
I LOVE BEING YELLOW!
*more soon*
We all have times where we say stuff we didn't really mean
I just have more of these times than the average person!
I just have more of these times than the average person!
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If I dwelled on the fact weirdness was a bad thing
I'd probably be dead by now.
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My life's goal
Is to be spontaneous because that's the way I roll
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Is to be spontaneous because that's the way I roll
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even if I don't say ♥ that often
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