More than just a Crush

Hola! The year has come to an end.  And I am glad to say that I am ready to embrace 2011, on a posititive note. However, I did not spend the last day of the year on an  exotic lunch or bungy jumping. I actually just finished watching The Princess Diaries. Oh how I love Anne Hathaway in that movie! I still remember being 13 and obsessive. It brought back memories of bygone when movies like those mattered so much. Now come on, we all digged " teen-queen drama". It took you away from the harsh and boring life and threw you into this world where a girl was living your dream.
Baha, I did get quite carried away didn't I?
     But much truth are in those words. Everyone of  us have our own phase of teen-drama craze. Who cared if movies repeatedly boasted of the same  crush-on-a-hunk and cheerleaders-ruled idea? I might scoff at the idea of ever being influenced by them. But here's the truth: they sold millions of dollars for a reason.
     From idolizing Mary-Kate and Ashley to  attempting to write a letter to Dan Radcliffe, we all have had our moments. :P
Here's the cliche- It brings back memories. I finished the entire Princess Diaries (book) series in a week. Meg Cabot was Queen. I went insane. Today as I watched the movie, it was rather funny. Reminded me of a lost excitement. BTW, Good times and nostalgia make good supper .
     Baby Sitter's Club. The series written by Anne Martin, ruled my life at a point in time. I was  mesmerized  by the idea of these 13 year olds meeting up thrice a week and all that. There were mysteries, there were actions, there were boys. It felt like heaven.
Even growing out of them is a memory. It shows you how long you have come. Never will I squeal again when I watch someone kiss on T.V.  Never will Hillary Duff be my source of inspiration. Not that I don't admire the actress. We're just on a different level!


You might say it's obvious. You had to grow out of it.

Ofcourse. But when?

When do we realize that it is time to move on. Can I pin point the day when I woke up and realized I need to stop thinking about kissing Nick Carter?

Life is always ambiguous. You'll  be surprised when you realize that time has come to laugh about things that you thought that mattered so much.

BUT There is a lot we've taken from it. And it is more than just sense of fashion or the idea of Prince Charming. So much we learn from these early life adventures are actually hidden behind  what succeeds it.
So my new resolution is to not laugh at Hannah Montana and the Bieber boy.
Happy New Year

Thought for the day:  Be careful about your child's first onscreen kiss

The tornadao that came

      Here goes. I have been wanting to scream, shout, yell, cry and strangle myself. It's finals and it's winter. Sorry snow-lovers, but I despise the flakes and flurries. Can't wait for Christmas to lighten things up. Ah. Complaining feels so much better.
      And now good news. I am here to share something more interesting than my battle against the brutal winds of the Kansan plains. Today was my last Studio B class. We did six shows throughout the semester. I had to shoot videos, edit, write,  and anchor. PHEW.
      My experience with college life, is like a huge tornado, that keeps coming back. A whirlwind of energy  sucks me in and throws most of my parts out.  It leaves me just where I was. I look around and realize that; I got nothing on me. Then I rebuild. It get's better. But unfortunately my world doesn't have a warning. Another tornado is on its way  to mock my resistance. It's teaching me to get real.

       And the biggest tornado this year was Studio B.Try talking on TV and we'll see who's confident.

       My first show- I felt like I was an idiot, choosing to become a broadcast journalist. I couldn't even talk in front of the camera without my hands shaking. Could I please stick to writing?And that Oh-I-might-poop feeling.
        But! I am here to applaud. I am here to tell myself that I did a good job, although deep down, I know I sucked most of the time. Sometimes I did good. And believe it or not, I will soak up the good ones into my veins of experience. It's aways easy to hate yourself for being stupid. But it's hard to overcome the dumb things you do.( Plan B: Pretend like it never happened)
 It all comes down to movers and shakers, and doers.
       In general I did pretty well. Met new people. Learned new skills. Accepted the fact that it's okay to be "not the best."
      Well then, what am I going to do about the another tornado that's waiting for me next semester?  There are two things I have promised myself.

1) I will NOT cry.
2) I will NOT change my major.

David Youso on the prompter machine. If this goes wrong, the anchor will see a blank screen. Bad ones will die on the spot, good ones will know they're great.

                                                                        

The centre point of the tornado

Behind the scenes: They direct, the show and how it goes.

So many cameras!

                      Thought for the day: Your tornado is waiting outside.