I have been watching "Dexter" ever since its first premiere on Showtime. I'm crazy about the show. I can't put my finger on the exact reason except that it is great. It's about a serial killer who works in a Police Department as a Blood Spatter Analyst and kills killers on the side.
When Dexter was a young boy, he watched his mother get brutally murdered, and because of that traumatizing experience he has the lust to kill. Dexter was then adopted by a police man who recognized Dexter's urges (Young Dexter was cutting up animals), and when his foster father saw this he taught Dexter to hold in his evil desires and release it only on murderers, people who deserve to die. So, he's sort of a hero, he's killing people who kill innocent people. As Dexter phrases it, "He's taking out the garbage."
In the first season, he finds out why he is the way he is, and discovers interesting things about his past (I don't want to reveal too much or else I'll ruin the surprises for those who haven't seen the show). In the second season, all the bodies that Dexter dumped in the ocean (his way of getting rid of his victims) were found. Ironically, the Police Department Dexter works for is looking for the killer, looking for him (that should get you interested on what will happen). The first season was so great it was hard to believe the second season could top it, but it did. The second season was awesome, and way beyond that.
The reason I'm blogging about this show is because the season 3 premiere is starting today on September 28, 2008, and I can't wait to see how this season will top the last.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
A Sad Love Story
For today’s blog, I have a true love story I want to share with all of you.
When I was in 9th grade I was a part of this little group of friends that met every day at lunch. Among those friends was a girl I’ll call Karrie, and a boy I’ll call Andrew. During 9th grade, my friend, Karrie, developed a huge crush on Andrew. I remember her being so obvious about it, and I always thought Andrew was a little uncomfortable with it. Whenever Karrie told him about how she felt, he would say that he didn’t want a relationship yet and that they should wait. When I heard this, I believed it was just a nice way to brush someone off. “Maybe he just wasn’t into her,” I thought to myself sadly. I wanted them to be together (even though I had a slight crush on him too) because I wanted Karrie, my best friend, to be happy.
But that little event in her life didn’t stop her from moving on. She was very beautiful and there was always a guy out there who liked her. So, she had a few relationships (some I think were huge mistakes), and her crush on Andrew seemed to go away. She no longer talked about him constantly (which I was a little thankful for); she had other guys on her mind.
It wasn’t until senior year that I spoke to Andrew again (after freshman year, he found new groups to have lunch with). Karrie was in a serious relationship at that time (the word “love” was used constantly to describe Karrie’s feelings for her boyfriend), and Andrew had nothing but negative things to say about it. I thought he was just making his usual jokes, but I didn’t realize they were his true feelings.
After senior year, Karrie and her boyfriend broke up because she moved far away and he couldn't take a long distance relationship. I was so upset when she moved; she was the sister I never had. After that, I called Karrie all the time, and for some reason we seemed to talk more than before. I guess that’s because we were no longer playing video games and watching movies together, we were having long, personal conversations instead.
During one of the phone calls, Karrie mentioned that she speaks to Andrew on a regular basis. I was surprised to hear that. But it turned out that she and Andrew always spoke on the phone, ever since 9th grade. It turns out Andrew really did mean what he said in 9th grade, he just wanted to wait, not brush her off. After she left, he confessed his feelings for her. “That idiot waits until I’m gone to tell me!” Karrie told me over the phone. At first, I didn’t really believe it; I thought Karrie was just telling colorful lies.
So, to prove she was telling the truth, she made a 3-way on the phone so I could silently listen to their conversation. “What is wrong with you?” is the first question Andrew asked when Karrie began to ask him if he really did like her. There was even a time when she asked if he loved her, and after a long time of nothing but “I’m not going to say it again,” he finally said it. “Yes, I love you,” was how he phrased it. “And I always have,” he added later. I must have had tears flowing out of my eyes when I heard him say that. It was so sad and so beautiful to hear. I never thought real life could be like a fairy tale. At that moment I thought to myself “That idiot waited until she was gone to do this!”
Karrie isn’t as bothered by it as I would’ve been if I was in her shoes. All she says is “It sucks.” Yeah, it really does suck! My friend could’ve been happy with the guy she liked for 4 years, and the guy loved her too. The only thing I can say is he waited too long. I feel so bad for them. This story reminds me of the tale where a couple in love is separated by a tall, wide wall and the only thing they can do is talk to each other through the wall.
So, I guess this love story can teach a valuable lesson. If you want something, don’t let time get in your way because before you know it the opportunity door will close.
When I was in 9th grade I was a part of this little group of friends that met every day at lunch. Among those friends was a girl I’ll call Karrie, and a boy I’ll call Andrew. During 9th grade, my friend, Karrie, developed a huge crush on Andrew. I remember her being so obvious about it, and I always thought Andrew was a little uncomfortable with it. Whenever Karrie told him about how she felt, he would say that he didn’t want a relationship yet and that they should wait. When I heard this, I believed it was just a nice way to brush someone off. “Maybe he just wasn’t into her,” I thought to myself sadly. I wanted them to be together (even though I had a slight crush on him too) because I wanted Karrie, my best friend, to be happy.
But that little event in her life didn’t stop her from moving on. She was very beautiful and there was always a guy out there who liked her. So, she had a few relationships (some I think were huge mistakes), and her crush on Andrew seemed to go away. She no longer talked about him constantly (which I was a little thankful for); she had other guys on her mind.
It wasn’t until senior year that I spoke to Andrew again (after freshman year, he found new groups to have lunch with). Karrie was in a serious relationship at that time (the word “love” was used constantly to describe Karrie’s feelings for her boyfriend), and Andrew had nothing but negative things to say about it. I thought he was just making his usual jokes, but I didn’t realize they were his true feelings.
After senior year, Karrie and her boyfriend broke up because she moved far away and he couldn't take a long distance relationship. I was so upset when she moved; she was the sister I never had. After that, I called Karrie all the time, and for some reason we seemed to talk more than before. I guess that’s because we were no longer playing video games and watching movies together, we were having long, personal conversations instead.
During one of the phone calls, Karrie mentioned that she speaks to Andrew on a regular basis. I was surprised to hear that. But it turned out that she and Andrew always spoke on the phone, ever since 9th grade. It turns out Andrew really did mean what he said in 9th grade, he just wanted to wait, not brush her off. After she left, he confessed his feelings for her. “That idiot waits until I’m gone to tell me!” Karrie told me over the phone. At first, I didn’t really believe it; I thought Karrie was just telling colorful lies.
So, to prove she was telling the truth, she made a 3-way on the phone so I could silently listen to their conversation. “What is wrong with you?” is the first question Andrew asked when Karrie began to ask him if he really did like her. There was even a time when she asked if he loved her, and after a long time of nothing but “I’m not going to say it again,” he finally said it. “Yes, I love you,” was how he phrased it. “And I always have,” he added later. I must have had tears flowing out of my eyes when I heard him say that. It was so sad and so beautiful to hear. I never thought real life could be like a fairy tale. At that moment I thought to myself “That idiot waited until she was gone to do this!”
Karrie isn’t as bothered by it as I would’ve been if I was in her shoes. All she says is “It sucks.” Yeah, it really does suck! My friend could’ve been happy with the guy she liked for 4 years, and the guy loved her too. The only thing I can say is he waited too long. I feel so bad for them. This story reminds me of the tale where a couple in love is separated by a tall, wide wall and the only thing they can do is talk to each other through the wall.
So, I guess this love story can teach a valuable lesson. If you want something, don’t let time get in your way because before you know it the opportunity door will close.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
What Identity Means To Me
My definition of the word "Identity" is who you are. But I'm sure you're asking, "what makes you the person you are?" Many believe it's what you're born with and born into. But I believe it's the choices you make, that's what determines who you are. You may be born with something, but you can always choose to change it; like your name, your religion, your culture, even your gender (with a lot of surgery). But just because you were born with something, it doesn't really determine who you are exactly. There's always a choice, and the choices you make tells you who you are. At least that's what I believe.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Do you believe in ghosts?
Ever since I was a young girl, I have been fascinated with ghost stories. I have watched many documentaries on haunted houses, and have read about many true ghost stories (I even have an interesting encyclopedia on haunted houses). But no matter how interested in the subject I was, nothing could prepare me for the frightening event I had experienced.
It all started when I was in my room just looking through my things. Then I found an old music jewelry box my great grandmother had given to me long ago. After I winded the box so it could play the music, it didn’t do anything. It was broken. I remember being very upset because my great grandmother had given it to me before she died. It hurt me to see a present and memory from her had died as well. So, I left the box alone and started to do something else. About 30 or 45 minutes later, out of nowhere, the music box started playing. The box only plays music when the lid is open, but the lid was shut and the music was twanging very slowly. After that, I ran out of my room.
I have always felt uncomfortable in my room, and I never understood why. It was always the coldest room in the house (which should’ve given me a hint), and I feel freaked out when I’m in there unless I have something noisy on, like the TV or the radio (maybe to unconsciously drown out the voices of the spirits in my room). There have been countless times when I have woken up in the middle of the night terrified, yet I don’t know why. There have also been times when I wake up on the couch instead of in my bed. That means I unconsciously woke up in the middle of the night and went to another room, possibly to escape something disturbing my sleep. And, now that I think about it, a friend of mine who claims to be slightly clairvoyant had mentioned she felt uncomfortable in my room as well.
Do you think I have a ghost in my room, or have I jumped to conclusions because I'm so interested in ghost stories?
It all started when I was in my room just looking through my things. Then I found an old music jewelry box my great grandmother had given to me long ago. After I winded the box so it could play the music, it didn’t do anything. It was broken. I remember being very upset because my great grandmother had given it to me before she died. It hurt me to see a present and memory from her had died as well. So, I left the box alone and started to do something else. About 30 or 45 minutes later, out of nowhere, the music box started playing. The box only plays music when the lid is open, but the lid was shut and the music was twanging very slowly. After that, I ran out of my room.
I have always felt uncomfortable in my room, and I never understood why. It was always the coldest room in the house (which should’ve given me a hint), and I feel freaked out when I’m in there unless I have something noisy on, like the TV or the radio (maybe to unconsciously drown out the voices of the spirits in my room). There have been countless times when I have woken up in the middle of the night terrified, yet I don’t know why. There have also been times when I wake up on the couch instead of in my bed. That means I unconsciously woke up in the middle of the night and went to another room, possibly to escape something disturbing my sleep. And, now that I think about it, a friend of mine who claims to be slightly clairvoyant had mentioned she felt uncomfortable in my room as well.
Do you think I have a ghost in my room, or have I jumped to conclusions because I'm so interested in ghost stories?
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Why Are Some People Bias Towards Rock Music?
My favorite genre of music is Classic Rock and Hard Rock. I love Classic Rock because that was all my parents listened to when I was a child, so I feel like I grew up listening to that music, even though it was way before my time. And I don't know exactly why I love Hard Rock, all I know is it lifts my spirit every time I listen to my favorite songs.
When I tell people what kind of music I listen to, for some reason they seem shocked. Why? I ask myself. Is it so hard to believe that a girl like me, someone who hardly curses because she believes it to be immature, could be a "Rocker?" What kind of reputation does rock music have?
With this question rolling around in my head, I asked a bunch of my friends what they thought about rock music. One of them said they hated it because it wasn't music, it was just screaming and cursing. (This came from a person who only liked rap music.) But then I asked her if she ever actually listened to it, and she replied, "Not really." I didn't understand how someone could judge something they knew nothing about. Do people really believe Rock is just screaming and cursing? And if they do, why? What kind of rock music have they been listening to that would give them that impression?
I wonder.
First Day of College
Like most students on their first day of school, I was very nervous. I was so anxious I couldn't even eat my breakfast. So, I went to school with butterflies in my empty stomach, worrying about whether college would work out for me. In movies, they make college seem like another world or hell, and I had no reason not to believe them. I remember every moment of the long, yet short, car ride from my home to the school. I felt as if I was a prisoner, strapped to the car seat by my safety belt, watching the free world go by. When I stepped out of the car, I looked at my surroundings, half expecting to find people passed out on the floor from a brain overload. Thankfully I didn't, or I probably would've ran the other way. As I tried to find the classroom to my first college course, I saw some familiar faces from my high school, which helped ease a bit of my anxiety. I realized then that I wasn't going to be entirely alone in this new world.
As I was sitting in my classroom, I began to wonder about the kind of teachers I had and unwillingly started to anticipate the worst. Then, my English professor walked through the door with a welcoming smile on her face. I wasn't expecting that. I actually thought the professor would walk into the classroom with a sour look on his/her face, and begin to scare us by informing us of his/her high expectations and how no one has ever reached it. But it was like a breath of fresh air when my English professor walked in. It allowed me to calm down a bit. Then, she introduced herself and told us about the course and what we would be doing throughout the semester. My nervousness for that class seemed to melt away immediately. College wasn't another world or hell, it was just a place with classes that required more devotion than an average high school class.
By the time I was heading to my other college course, I was more confident. I wasn't terrified like before because I saw that there was a chance my math professor could be like my English professor. There was hope this time. When my math professor walked into the classroom, he didn't have a welcoming smile on his face, but he warmed up to us as the class went on.
When I went home, I didn't have the knot in my stomach anymore. It turned out I was worried about nothing. It seems I unconsciously anticipate the worst, and because of that I'm never disappointed. It's horrible to deal with in the beginning, but I have a good, relieved feeling at the end of the day.
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