I won something + New blog (with my own domain!)

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Check out my music and poetry at pia besmonte. Thanks and see you there!

PS. I won something! Unexpected things make me sooo happy! Chek out The Ranting Chef!

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Career path: Investigative (1st), Artistic (2nd)

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Let me begin by saying that my blog titles come from fragments of my memory (tapping myself on the shoulder for sounding so autobiographical). This title came from the NCAE (Flip equivalent of SATs), and it was the test I did best in during my (insert negative adjective here) high school years. Mostly because it was all about irrelevant information. But also because I wasn’t pressured to excel in it, since it didn’t reflect my grades. Which were average. (BTW, I will soon post a side essay on how smart should teachers be. MY IDEA. I kill you. Kidding, just my way of reminding–and committing–myself because of the dame ADD/ADHD.)

Anyways, I will tell you now that my resolve to continue this is slowly becoming weaker by the day (today is just the 3rd of January??). It seems to me that this commitment is quite heavy because it makes every single day more memorable, and it actually motivates me to write without thinking. Scratch that–to write without thinking too much about it that I don’t write anything in the end. But I think I’m getting a little bit better at this. And faster. (Another side story: the last post took THREE HOURS, plus other tabs and distractions, to finish.) I am also doing a daily video blog on YouTube, and taking a daily picture of myself (just to see how fast my hair grows back. Tee-hee!)

So, where was I again? Yep. The daily seven. Here goes:

  • Faith

Like I promised last time, I will try to remember what I read about His word for today. (For those of you who have a different way of worship or have beliefs different from mine, I hope that you should at least take this endeavor of mine as a memory exercise. I am not the sort of person who shoves my faith into other people but that doesn’t mean that I should not be proud of what I believe in.) I remember something about John the Baptist confirming that Jesus is the Son of God. I can’t remember anything else. Sorry. But I’ll try harder tomorrow.

  • Family

I wasn’t able to talk to my family today. My sister gave me a 4-minute call, asking about my finances. Not so good.

  • Friends

Reactivated my old Facebook account. Not to post anything for the people from my past (geez, I make them ALL sound like villains, and I haven’t even started my creative writing class for the spring semester!), but to figure out whom to invite to my new account. I used to be a very nice person; I wonder where she is now. I guess I just need some time to forgive and forget. Or to plan revenge. ūüėÄ

  • School

Last semester there were only four international students in BC, including me. Next week 80 will be arriving from all over the world! New additions to my international family!!!

  • New things

One word, actually surname: KANDINSKY. Went to the Gug museum with lovely Anna today and was blown away. I also saw works by Monet, Cezanne, and Picasso. Jess Santiago was right; I have become artsy since I got here. Theater and art aside from literature: pure bliss.

  • World/Events

Yahoo! used to be a good source of news, since it’s right there when I log out of my antique email. Now, though, the quality of their “news” have stooped too low for me, at least. I’m making a quick guess that their formula is fashion-healthy living-dating for girls, and politics-sports-bizaare for guys. It works, but it’s becoming stereotypical. Moving on to CNN/NYTimes etc. for my daily dose of world.

  • Unknown

Are bald girls still attractive? Depressed people couldn’t possibly hallucinate about guys checking them out at the museum, right? So I’m not depressed, and I’m not THAT ugly after all. I wasn’t actually dressed for the occasion earlier; I had on my bulky japanese university souvenir sweatshirt, faded jeans and sneakers on the coldest day the Lord has sent my way (no rhyme intended). I didn’t even have make-up on; I was too focused on the marvelous artworks. I still saw a few guys staring, though. And girls. And old, conservative women. Or maybe they just haven’t seen a bald Asian girl before (outside the Himalayan mountains). May lightning strike (put your sworn enemy’s name here) if I’m vain. There. (Sorry for the violent use of language. I’ll repent later.)

Sorry, no wise conclusions tonight. Am quite sleepy after downing a painkiller pill. Two days down, approximately two more weeks to go. I love being a woman.

The Daily Seven Starts

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2011 left me with a few wounds and a lot of life lessons; 2012 welcomed me with an idea that I want to carry out for the rest of the year, maybe even more if it goes well. I was born on the seventh month of the year (yes, like the Boy Who Was Responsible For My Myopia); seven is my favorite number; and this number comes up again and again in my life. I’m not Beyonce, but I can tell if the universe is trying to tell me something, even if the number itself doesn’t mean anything on its own.

So here I am, waiting for what kind of ADD/ADHD learning disability I have and planning for the next fortnight before my last semester here in the US, scratching my week-old, newly shaved head thinking about how to concretize this wonderful idea of mine. So I erased all my previous social media accounts and created new ones, the ones from where my legacy will begin (sometimes even I don’t believe I’m just 19), and created seven new ones: Google+, YouTube, WordPress, Twitter, Facebook, Yahoo! and Apple (soon!). The old ones were like the biblical wine bags for me–their histories make me feel safe and safe is not the best platform for creativity.

This blog will be about seven life aspects that I will nurture every single day (in no particular order):

  • ¬† ¬† ¬†Faith
  • ¬† ¬† ¬†Family
  • ¬† ¬† ¬†Friends/Others
  • ¬† ¬† ¬†School
  • ¬† ¬† ¬†New things
  • ¬† ¬† ¬†World/Events
  • ¬† ¬† ¬†Surprise/Unknown

In fifteen out of nineteen years, school was the only thing that mattered for me; level = Asian. Now that I am being diagnosed of a learning disability I actually felt as if everything has been taken away from me, and I started to realize how unbalanced my life was. I wasn’t a good daughter but my family accepted me and loved me and bugged me on my mobile phone and Skype; I had no friends and I had to ask my dorm’s guard to take my Halloween costume picture for me, a relative by marriage was the only one who sent me a card through the loneliest mailbox ever (picture later). I had nothing else; I left all my other dreams for something that I actually did wrong from the very beginning. (Sorry, residues of resentment; but it’s all better now trust me.)

Now I have absolutely nothing. But I realized that while I’m still breathing I can’t lose everything at once, because THERE’S ALWAYS SOMETHING I CAN GIVE. In my brokenness I didn’t see myself, but I found a way to first forgive and make peace with my past, and more importantly to help other people through telling my story. Because I finally have a story to tell.

I will be honest and tell you that I am not in my best shape. I have acne all over (from oversleeping and chocolates; define depression), I don’t have hair anymore, I suddenly disliked all the people from my past (including my family a little bit, but as I said I am making peace…slowly…); but I gotta start somewhere. And honestly I’ll never be perfect. Or ready. So might as well carry on with it.

I don’t have the right to ask anyone to read or follow this blog, but if you get something from this I would like to ask you to let me know. Otherwise I’ll get bored soon and this idea will be another one of those hanging in midair somewhere we don’t know. Email me. Thanks. Happy new year, and may life be kind to you.

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