22 July 2014

Blogging as Art



I've been pretty frustrated with writing and blogging lately. Recently, the inspiration to write has been difficult to come by, and sometimes putting my thoughts into words on paper seems extremely difficult. But in the last couple of days I wanted to write creatively again, so I told me to stop feeling sorry for myself and just write. Most days I need to fight the feeling to just lie in bed and go on Netflix, which gets worse the longer I'm on Netflix, which makes studying and writing more difficult than before. But I realized that sometimes I just need to do it, regardless of how crappy my writing turns out to be; otherwise, I might as well stop calling myself a writer and give up this blog.

Which I have no intention of doing, I love this blog too much.

The problem with my blog (and all blogs in general) is that its only one person that's writing everything, and if you're not capable of posting a certain number of times, then the blog just dies quietly. This death does not really mean you stop writing, although that does happen occasionally, but more so that less readers are interested in your writing. And to every who says that they don't care about the number of readers that they have, that's total bullish*t. Everyone wants readers. We may differ in the number of readers that we want: maybe a few trusted friends, maybe even people who you've never met before. But the fact remains: we still want people to see our work. Otherwise, maintaining a blog would be pointless. A blog is a website that we share with the world, which inherently means that you want to share it with people. Even if its one or two other people. I'm feeling like I'm sort of asking one question that philosophers have been pondering throughout millennia: What's the point of doing things if you don't have a goal?

Because a blog (and writing as a whole) is an activity that requires readers and other such participants, then maybe some standards need to placed. Why do things if you're only going to give 50%? Might as well give a hundred. This applies to blogging, and to life in general.

Which brings me to the point of this post: that if you give enough effort, blogging can be an art form, in the same way as other types of writing are considered art forms. Some people seem to view blogs as just hobbies, which is alright, but I have this feeling that many bloggers tend to limit their blogs as only a way to create another thing, rather than the blog itself. I understand this concept, as one of the main reasons why I started this blog was to practice my writing skills. But that doesn't mean that we should treat our blogs in any way less than we would treat a novel, or a poem. Some of the blogs that I've found in my years of blogging have connected to me on a very personal level. What makes this less of a connection because this connection was made in a blog and not through a book? When your aim is to connect with others as a human, where does the art truly begin?

It's really interesting to see how similar the intentions of all artists can be. And the main goal of artists, no matter from which walk of life they come from, is to create things.

So here's my advice for all the other bloggers. I hope that bloggers start thinking of blogging as something that is just as capable of being admired as all the other forms of art that can be found out there. We are all artists here, even if some of us might reject that title. Only you can judge whether or not its worthy for the world to see.

02 July 2014

July IWSG


Hey everyone!

It's July 2014, and time for another IWSG post!

What I am looking forward to this month:

1. I am considering starting a Youtube channel, so keep an eye and ear out for that! It would mean a lot to me if you all would subscribe.

2. I have stepped up my writing, which is always amazing.

3. I am at UCLA, which is always a cause for positivity.

Things I am insecure about

1. Showing my writing to others.

2. About the Youtube channel, showing my face to people I don't know

I'm planning on working on these insecurities this month, and get that Youtube channel up and running.

12 June 2014

The Problem With Faith


I'm not a big person of faith, and for the past few years I have become far less gullible than before. But then again I believe in such things as love, and that belief that all people are good. Personally, I just think of myself as a skeptic who treats everything with a grain of salt.

When asked about my religion, I introduce myself as a Buddhist, just so I don't have to explain my views every single time. But to describe my beliefs in a single religion is inaccurate. I have a moral code and everything, but it just doesn't fall neatly into any one religion or category. It just seems as if people are too  quick to label others into any one category. But I don't see the point of going to church or mass if you don't truly believe in God. I don't believe that performing some ritual will guarantee me some place in heaven.

I don't have a real problem with being thrown in any group by people that I don't know, I just only accept ideas that I have thought through myself. I enjoy the freedom that not having a religion provides, and the ideal that my life is my own.

Which is why I found it so shocking that the issue of abortion is still such a huge issue. I myself was part of an abortion conflict a couple of weeks ago that happened on my campus. There were huge billboards comparing women who got abortions to genocide and the Nazis. This was absolutely ridiculous, and many other people thought so too. For some religious people, the term FAITH (all capitals) serves as an excuse to not accept people who are different then they and therefore spread hate.

This is not to say that all religious people are this way, not at all. It seems to me as if there is a lot of finger-pointing going on whenever religion, specifically Christianity, is brought up. Things have gotten so bad that now whenever someone so much as says, "Well, the Bible said..." I literally block them out. There is a passage that the sociologist Randy David carefully points out in his essay which says that we "are quick to accept the conditions of our lives as though they were unchangeable givens, waiting for a providential God to supply what we lack."

This point is true and extraordinarily tragic. There seems to be a dependence on behavior, that some thing out there will fix everything out there for us if we go to church every Sunday, or pray to this somebody, or celebrate a certain day every year, or chant with beads, is nothing but praying that an illusion is more than that.

But then again, I can't blame some people for this, as much as I don't understand. There has been more than a fair share of tragedies that have been thrown at us the last couple of months or even years (various shootings: UCSB, Aurora, Sandy Hook), and there are a lot of people who have a need to understand that there is a purpose or meaning to all of this madness. And for some people, there is God or other divinities, and they believe that this will help them understand.

Maybe it can be thought of as a loss that I do not share this belief, that I don't believe that there is something better on the mystical "other side". And to me, it doesn't matter whether or not I believe. What I do believe in is living in the here and now, not waiting to die and hope for something better.

I flipped back in an essay that I wrote a couple of months ago which summarizes my thoughts:

"I've always known that I was insignificant to the world but significant to a few people. Rather: even though I may not matter to thousands of people like celebrities are and may never become famous, I am important to the few lives that I have and will touch in my lifetime. Therefore, I can say that I have power to a certain extent.

Some people believe that they are unimportant to the world in general, and therefore drown themselves in alcohol or drugs. There are people who do have a lot of power, be it in money, armies, or fame. There are also others, like me, who enjoy making some sort of difference in the world."

04 June 2014

IWSG Post #2: June 2014


Hey guys! Sorry I've been so inactive lately, but this is my June Insecure Writers Support Group post!

What I plan on doing:

Posting more often, with posts that fit my blog (personal posts)

Visiting other blogs, as I have always done.

Working on my writing, which I have put down too long.

The problem is, I want to write short stories/novels, but I am unsure where I want to start. What I'm thinking about is probably start with posts on this blog and somehow meshing them all together.

What I plan on NOT doing:

Taking a long break as I have had before.

But yeah!
I hope you guys have a great IWSG, and a productive June.

20 May 2014

Messed Up Chances


My first adventures towards dating was over the Internet, through this amazing website named Tumblr. To give all of you who don't use Tumblr an idea of how it works, it's a website where you can "reblog" any post, be it a picture or a text post, and put it on your own blog. It's a social media website because you can send other users questions, where it's anonymous or not. Although not a dating website, if two people talk to each other, there is always a chance that these two might date. 

I met several girls through this website. Well, over the computer of course. Although I was "out" to all of my friends, I still wasn't ready to actually go out on a date. But talking to people online kind of helped with through the process.

I remember chatting to this girl named Leah. She seemed interesting. She liked doing the same things that I liked, and sometimes we talked for hours. After a while, she asked if I wanted to talk over the phone, and I said yes without thinking.

I found that, like me, she was pretty awkward over the phone. She was really quiet, which I liked. We talked about our liking for the show Once Upon a Time, and our love for books like Harry Potter. As a sort of phone date, it was pretty nice.

After a while of silence, she then asked me if I wanted to meet face to face. In my gut, I expected this, but it still seemed random. I replied with a moment of tense silence. She then asked me if I was still there, and I could hear the awkwardness in her voice. I told her that I would consider it.

I then told her goodnight. I was tired, and I wasn't sure about what my answer would be.

The next morning, I called her and left a voice message, saying yes. She replied minutes later, saying that we could meet at the Starbucks down the street.

I spent the next few hours stressing out about the date. There were several scenarios that was going through my mind. I knew what she looked like, and honestly, I wasn't attracted to her. What if she was hurt by my behavior? What if someone from Starbucks recognized me when I'm with her?

I tried calming down, but I couldn't. So I decided to watch a new episode of Doctor Who.

Twenty minutes before 5:30, our appointed time, I made the final decision. I wasn't going to go. There were too many uncertainties. I tried taking a nap, but I kept tossing around.

My phone rang, time and again. I couldn't bring myself to respond. I already knew what she would say, "Where are you? Why did you stand me up?" I hated myself for what I did.


And there was this small nagging doubt in my mind saying that I would never find someone I found attractive. I'm going to be alone for the rest of my life with no one to love me.

15 April 2014

Important News Update

Hey! As you can see from the title, I have really important news in regards to my participation in the A-Z Challenge.

Although I feel satisfied with the theme that I have chosen this year, there has been a lot of stuff going on in my college life, with studying and all that. Unfortunately, that means that I have a lot less time for blogging. Because the A-Z Challenge requires daily effort on the author's part, this means that I have less time to study. Midterms are coming up next week, and this means I have to focus my energies on studying.

Because of studying, I have not been able to get back to anyone who has been kind enough to stop by on my blog and leave a comment. Sorry.

Also, the A-Z Challenge has also distracted from the original reason why I have started my blog in the first place. I started this blog because I wanted readers to feel something when they read one of my posts. Blogging everyday about something that is not personal makes me feel as if I am betraying the original purpose of this blog.

Sorry again to all the fellow bloggers who have been keeping up with my posts.

05 March 2014

IWSG Post -- March 2014


This is my first ever IWSG post, and I'm really excited to be a part of this community. For a few years now, I've been watching from the sidelines when it comes to things like IWSG, and it brings me great pleasure to say I've finally started to take part in this writing community.

The biggest insecurity in terms of writing is not being good enough. This fear of rejection is the biggest force keeping my writing from being published. Although this isn't healthy for my writing career, it's a feeling that refuses to be ignored.

My parents are not supportive of my writing career either. Writing is an easy way out in their opinion.

College life is keeping me busy too.

All of the above reasons are reasons (or more like excuses) that I haven't been writing much. There is no other explanation as to why I haven't been writing so much lately. Yes, I am aware that this makes me a loser when it comes to writing. But as of right now, that cannot be helped unfortunately.

But one thing that I will promise: I will be back. Soon.

A piece of exciting news: I am participating in A-Z this year. I am beyond excited for this opportunity!