Happiness be smol but grait
Happiness is conjured by the little things that gather into moments. Those little things, for me, are often in the forms of food and words.
Food is one of the highest natural pleasures... along with one I’m not going to specifically mention (;
I like to cook food, eat food, serve food, think about food, talk about food and write about food. I. Like. Food. Nothing more to it.
Words are almost my literal best friend... we even have the occasional fights. I like to write. I like to think. I like to talk. I like to hear myself talk(funny thing is I don’t like my voice). I like to sing(I dropped out of choir 2 years ago. I do not regret.) I do not like word games though(partly because I’m terrible at them).
And when you talk or listen to audiobooks while making food, or eat food when you’re supposed to be talking, that my friends, is the reason my parents think I am antisocial.
Thank you, thank you. *bows* *waves*
What is Happiness?
What is it
This thing they call happiness?
Is it the laughter
Followed by a joke?
Is it the smile cracked
After a friendly word?
Is it the giggle
At somebody else's amusing plight?
What is happiness?
Sure, it's a state of being
A state of being happy
But, how can you be happy?
The recipe is really simple
There is not much to it
Some may admit
Here is my definition
Here are my thoughts:
Happiness is that feeling
That warm feeling inside
When you have a smile on your face
That smile you just can't hide
It's happiness when you sing a tune
Without even understanding why
It's happiness when you take a run
For sheer pleasure, no other reason why
It's happiness when you are content
With what you have and deserve
It's happiness when you sing along
To life's tune and every word
When you sing along without contempt
Just feeling blessed to be alive
Realizing that you are special
And that there is no need to hide
When you are blessed
And true friends
It's happiness when
You can't complain
Because no matter the struggles
You still have a huge gain
A huge gain in reasons for smiling
A huge gain in reasons for not crying
Reasons for laughing out loud
Reasons for living, making such a big and lively sound
It's when you are a blessing
To those people around you
That you feel that happiness
In your heart; let it be to astound you
Look for reasons to be helpful
To be a blessing and not a curse
That's when you'll find that true happiness
Is found in love, and not hurt.
I Will Make You Strong
“I will make you die.” said death.
“But first I will make you break.”
“I will make you scared.” said War.
“But first I will make you bleed.”
“I will make you starve.” said Famine.
“But first I will make you feast.”
“I will make you sick.” said Plague.
“But first I will make you gone.”
“I will make you happy.” said Life.
“But first, I will make you strong.”
Halloween Special: Cursed Games
DISCLAIMER: I WILL NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INJURY FOR ANNYONE WHO ATTEMPTS THIS.
WARNING: DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME.
For no reason in particular, here are some haunted cursed games that I found interesting and how they work. DO NOT try this at home, unless of course, you want to put your life in danger.
1. The Elevator Game
This is probably the most spooky one. The Elevator Game is a popular game in which the player tries to transport him or herself to another dimension. Here's how it works:
The player presses buttons in a specific order that will send them to another dimension. People have reported seeing a mysterious woman enter the elevator at one point, and if you step out on the wrong dimension, you will die.
For detailed instruction on how the game works, go to:
The scary part of this game, is that one of the creepiest unsolved mysteries is connected to it...
The body of Elisa Lam, a Canadian student at the University of British Columbia in Vancouver, was recovered from a water tank atop the Cecil Hotel in Downtown Los Angeles on February 19, 2013. There were no marks of trauma, assault or even suicide. She had been reported missing at the beginning of the month.
There was the latest footage of her before she went missing, which have left detectives speechless....
She entered an elevator, and pressed the buttons in a strange order, and kept looking outside. For a whole 3 minutes, the doors did not close, and she seemed to be talking to an invisible person.
There is a high chance she had been playing the Elevator Game, but it is not certain. Here is the link of the camera footage:
2. Red Door Yellow Door
This is probably the safest game as it doesn't involve ghosts, just the consciousness of your mind, and it usually works. You need at least 2 people, and others can sit and watch. The guide massages the player's temples and chants to make them slip into a trance.
Once the player is in their mind, the guide will ask them questions, which they will answer. There will be many coloured doors and stairs, and the guide makes the decision if the player can enter one.
Some rooms just have random objects, but others may have a memory you didn't know about, or you may even see your mother who passed away when you were young. However, there are some twists;
If the player sees mirrors or clocks, the guide has to wake them up. Seeing a white shirted man, or even a dog or bear is also dangerous.
If you get killed in the game, it will be hard for you to wake up from the trance. You may find yourself being conscious but unable to open your eyes. For more info check out :
3. The Answer Man
This game involves a group of friends, preferably 10, with their phones. The timing must be accurate here to make it work. Each person will be in a circle, and call the person on their right at the same time.
Typically, all the phones will switch to voicemail, but one person's phone will be picked up by the 'Answer Man'. Only the person who got their phone answered can talk to him. You can ask him anything, even lottery winning numbers, and he will answer you correctly, however, he will ask you a (usually simple) question in return.
You must answer honestly or you will lose one of your limbs in an accident. Try not to ask him another question, even if he bribes you, as his return question will be something you cannot answer at all.
For the full instructions, check out
4. Baby Blue
This game is probably the most pointless one, but it is scary. You stand in front of a mirror and cradle your arms as if you are holding a baby. Then, you chant "Baby blue, blue baby" 13 times.
You will feel a weight on your arms, which is the baby. This is when things get messed up; you immediately have to open your toilet bowl and flush the 'baby', because almost immediately, the baby's mother will appear in the mirror. She is believed to be Bloody Mary.
The mother will scream for you to return her baby, and she can come out of the mirror and hurt you, so it's best to flush the baby fast.
For a video on people who actually tried it out, check out
5. Wall Knock Ghost
This game is a Japanese horror game which involves communicating with spirits. There is a belief that in every room, there is a spirit hidden in it.
As you knock the walls around a room, there will be a spot where the wall is hollow. This is where a trapped spirit is in. You can write some answers on a paper, or even place objects on the ground.
Next, hold a pencil, with the tip facing the wall. As you ask the question and drop the pencil, it should fall on the answer.
Well, that's about it for now. I don't have any idea why anyone might want to play these, but it's spooky just to think about it. Hope you guys enjoyed! Happy Halloween!!!
You can become rich at anything
love it enough
practice it enough
and seek out others who love what you do enough
to pay you for it.
I will repeat this quote until the end of time:
“People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
Maya Angelou summarizes here my life goal to become a social worker.
I wear my heart on my sleeve, so to speak. I want a life where my deep feelings for others helps them with their struggles, makes them in turn lead their lives with feeling.
I want people to feel good about themselves and their lives.
Above all, I feel the need to give back to my community. For the help I have received.
There is nothing to give but gratitude.
And maybe I can help someone discover this themselves.
At First All I Heard Was Silence
One quote has recently run circles in my head:
“Don’t be scared to walk alone, don’t be scared to like it”
The longer it stays in my mind, the deeper its tracks ingrain in my memory.
Long ago, my inner compass was silent. At times I was told what I felt even when I didn’t agree. It left me confused with no words to explain what I needed, what I thought, or who I was. My emotions jumbled, screamed, and cried without ever reaching the surface. I wrote vigorously as my last attempt to understand the explosion trapped inside, placing words with feelings until something felt right.
No one could help me until I gave some sign that something was wrong, only I didn’t know what was wrong and got confused figuring out if there was something wrong at all. Writing was my way out, allowing for journals and journals of incoherent, disorganized trains of thought. The earliest journals were too painful to keep but dozens still lay in a pile on my shelf.
I have not evolved yet to speak, but I have evolved to allow for expression in writing. It is how the truth inside me shines past all the barriers, for when I write, I can stay silent. Writing was, and continues to be, my balancing act so I never thought about it as a career.
Published authors need to write for others, all I do is write for myself. I try imagining characters, but none come up because all I understand is my own experience. My descriptions flow best when I use the second person (you) or write a letter in first person (I): the two most looked down upon formats in my formal schooling.
I have many other interests. I see physics as the real magic adults once said wasn’t real, and love the environment from witnessing it through travel. I came into college working towards a physics major (still on that path). However, at this very moment, 1:52am, on Saturday May 9th, I know nothing would suit me more than to set my stories free.
I want my career to be, being me: the author that, though unconventional, emerged naturally.
I feel words rather than hear them and believe that amazement lies in the everyday world. Stories that appear from thoughts outside society’s built in conventions have the chance to soar with and beyond imagination. Based on today, I am a writer, I am ready to share my heart with those who are willing to listen.
P.s When I wake up in the morning, I will still be a physics major
When you're 16 everyone starts asking you ' what are going to do after school?' After that milestone it's 'what college will you attend?' Don't even get me started on the blind date or bioligic clock references. Ask if we don't know we're single and getting older. Ive thought about this a lot. And I've concluded what I want is simply.
I want to have a family.
I want to be a wife. Maybe not a love story as grand as Elizabeth Bennett but something unique and original would be nice. You know the look on a mans face when he sees his wife in her wedding dress for the first time? I want that.
Families means children and I think I would be ok with one, or maybe two. Babies with their soft skin and chubby fingers; toddlers screaming and throwing tantrums. And of course, teen's. I think I would regret not choosing my family as my career. Career can flunctuate based on the state of the world. I think I'd rather a career that I can control.
One business owner-my husband and myself
One CEO- me
and future senior excecutives- my children
What else could be more rewarding than that?
Theatre Designer and Fabricator/FX
Stage acting is so dynamic and full of excitement from the beginnng of production past closing night. I'm not comfortable to perform myself, but I have so much creativity and story-telling that I'd love to design sets and build them. I'd have to get really creative artistically, even more creative with budget, and the stress of time and performance would keep me on my toes. Production after production, always moving forward, always creating, always entertaining, evolving, that would be the life.
(In the therapists office, a couple. All three sitting in silence for a while, looking at each other.)
The woman: I don’t know if this was such a good idea. We shouldn’t have come. Nothing good is going to come out of this.
The man (supportive): But I thought this is want you wanted.
The woman: I know...but I don’t know.
The therapist: Take your time. I’m sure it’s something important and it’ll come out at its own pace.
The man: Yes, honey. Did you hear Mr. therapist? You don’t have to hurry..
The woman (annoyed) : I don’t have to hurry!? I don’t have to hurry? Why me? What about you?
The man: No, it’s not what I said. I mean, we have the time. Weee, wee don’t need to hurry.
The therapist: It’s just our first session. It usually doesn’t come out all at once.
The woman (scared, looking at her husband): Our first session? Are there going to be more?
The man (to the therapist): No, it’s just this session. (to his wife:) Honey, it’s just gonna be one session. We’ll do this one session and when it’s over and it’s all out in the open we can move on.
The woman: And what will happen to us next?
The man: We’ll travel. We’ll go travel a lot after we get through with this.
The woman: And why me? Why do I have to say this?
The man: Because I did the hard part. This is your part. Talking. You have to do the talking!
The woman: Yes. Yes. I know we agreed on that...
The man: From the beginning. I said I’ll do it but you have to tell it forward. And explain it. Only you can. You’re the best at it.
The woman: So this is how it goes: it was an awful day, the worst day. It couldn’t get any worse. We were both so tired, we didn’t get much sleep the night before...
The therapist: When did you say was this awful day?
The woman: Yesterday
The therapist: Oh, îhîm.
The woman: Yes. Yes, it was yesterday. So we got in the car. We have a bright blue car. It’s pretty small but comfortable. We had its interior changed a few weeks ago, you know the upholstery. We made it in a dark brown, it goes perfect with the car body. Isn’t it right, honey?
The man: Yes, indeed honey.
The woman: He wanted it dark blue but I insisted on brown. It would have been too much blue. And I really like how blue and brown go together. Don’t you think so?
The therapist: Yeah, they go pretty well together.
The woman: I mean as a color combination,
The therapist: Sure.
The woman: Don’t you think so, honey? Wasn’t that a good decision that we made together?
The man: Yes it was. It looks great now. You were right from the beginning.
The woman: There! I said something! It really wasn’t that hard.
The therapist: Yes you did. It’s really good, the way you emphasized on your cooperation, your abilities to negotiate and make decisions together. That’s great!
The man (with a serious tone): Yes, it’s great but it’s not what we came here for!
The therapist: I’m sure it’s not.
The woman: I don’t like your tone!
The man: Then you should get to the point! We’re wasting this man’s time with you blabbering about nothing.
The therapist: It’s fine, we still have plenty of time and we can schedule a new meeting otherwise.
The man: No, we don’t!
The therapist: Where, where is this hurry coming from? I sense you two...
The woman (interrupting): There’s no hurry. No hurry. It’s just that I’m suppose to explain something very difficult and I just don’t seem to find the proper way to do it.
The man: Just let it get out as it comes
The therapist: Well, why don’t you help her? Can you help your wife tell me what is the problem you came here to talk about?
The man (almost angry): No.
The woman: No, he can’t do it. I have to do it.
The therapist: I see. And why is that?
The woman: I have to. We agreed on that before coming here. And I can do it on my own. If you can give me some time to put it all together I’m going to deliver it nice and good.
The man: We’ll give you the time, aren’t we, Mr. therapist? Take all the time you need but keep in mind that we’re only left with 10 minutes out of this session, there’s no second session and we need to clean it all out before we go.
The woman: See! You’re pressuring me! You never let me find my own rhythm. You’ve been pushing me since we got here. Just let me do it!
The man: Ok. Do it!
The therapist: We are indeed coming to our first meeting’s end and I suggest we talk about scheduling our next one taking in consideration everybody’s rhythm.
The man: No, we can’t do that! You can’t just reschedule!
The therapist (a bit confused): Mkay, I wonder why you keep saying that?
The woman: No. He’s right. We can’t reschedule. You need to hear me out. I’m just going to tell you why we’re here and get it over with. I know it’s confidential. Hear me out! (preparing to gesticulate)
The therapist: I don’t think it’s such a good idea...
The woman (yelling) Just hear me out! We killed someone! We, both, me and my husband killed someone. I mean my husband did. I just watched and then said it out loud.
The therapist: What?
The woman: Yes, I said it out loud: “Honey, you murdered our therapist! We have to talk to him about that.”
The therapist: No way! You killed your previous therapist?
The man: No.
The woman: You. We killed you! You’re dead! I’m sorry! We just needed to say that. I hope you don’t mind. Oh, God, it feels so much better now that I said it!