Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts

Tuesday, 10 February 2015

Leibster Award Nomination Post

I don't own this photo and I just grabbed it off a blog. Credits to whoever designed/posted it. 
Although this is way past due, fulfilling a nomination is better than letting it disappear into the abyss, right? 

Thanks to Adele over at all-things-adele.blogspot.co.uk for the nomination! 

Since I used to loved doing these Q & A things on Facebook and Piczo and such back in the day, I'm actually quite excited for the excuse to dig into a some nostalgic fun. 

1.) Why did you start blogging?

I started blogging because I constantly make metaphors while trying to make sense of and overanalyzing every little thing that occurs in my life. I started blogging to voice these speeches I would give to myself, and to practice my typing skills (just kidding). 

2.) What is your favourite thing about blogging?

Endless ears. Whether no one reads your blog post, or many people read your blog post, it's as though cyber space has ears and just listens to everything you think is important enough to "publish." Plus, how satisfying is that word? Like, hey guys, I just published another blog post. I'm accomplished. Is that an ego boost, or what? 


3.) Sweet food or savoury food?
Sweet. Unless it's bacon. Then I pick bacon. Or candied bacon. Wait, is that sweet or savoury? 

4.) Favourite film?

How do I feel today? Sad? Do I want to go through 2 boxes of tissues? Okay, The Time Travelor's Wife. Am I happy? She's the Man. The Proposal. The Little Mermaid. Guilty pleasure even though I won't sleep for days? The Blacklist. Nope, shoot, that's not a film, that's a series...... 

5.) What do you like to do in your spare time? (besides blogging, haha)

I don't actually blog in my spare time. I blog when I'm procrastinating and when the mood strikes me. What is spare time, anyways? #lifeofastudent

6.) If you could travel to anywhere in the world, where would it be?

My bedroom, because they don't offer direct flights to anywhere else that has my closet, my favourite books and my bed. 

7.) Do you prefer tea or coffee?

... See "About Us" page. 

8.) What is your favourite colour?
Chartreuse. Yep, I'm one of those people. Maybe neon coral? Neon salmon? 

9.) Favourite type of restaurant? (e.g. Italian, Chinese, etc)

I will never say no to a good steak. 

10.) Are you a cosy night in or party all night kind of person?

Around 8-10 pm I'm a cosy (movies and popcorn) night person, but if I make it to 2 am I'll make it all night (early hours pizza is the best pizza). 

Over and out. 

--
Felicia 

Monday, 3 November 2014

The Bitter Tea Memory



You'll never forget that one time you drank bitter tea with a meal, then spent the entire night on the bathroom floor. And ever since then, you could never drink that one bitter flavour tea ever again, because it made you puke your guts.. bad memories.. (Well, the food probably did, but memory by association right?)

One of the things that conjures bad memories for me like the bad tea, and brings back that anxiety is passing a few girls from high school who instigated and were involved in the outrageous cyber and in-person bullying I experienced. Now before you close this post and assume its 'just another awareness-thing-and-personal-story-on-bullying' please know my focus, rather than raising awareness, although important, is to try and connect with you, my readers. (This is a heavy topic that is close to my heart and a very personal experience, which previously, I have only shared with my closest friends. Please respect my story, and my sharing of it, with only good intentions.) 

Unlike my previous posts, I offer no advice in this, except the following which I feel, though obvious, is necessary to say and is easier said than done: I regret that I didn't ask for help from a parent, teacher or someone with authority at the time, but my hope is that you do seek help, even if you think you can handle it yourself. We all have our time to be independent in due course, but this isn't a Superwoman-only problem. 

Back to bad memories. 

So I was 16 years old, "seeing" a guy before dating him, and the milestone was hit: someone returned my LIKE LIKE feelings after all those lonely years. Big deal for a teenage girl, #amiright? 

First, I was attacked online through Facebook messages, by his ex-girlfriend, his ex-rebound-hook-ups, and their friends. Wholly immature (C'mon, girls, grow up!), inappropriate, jealousy-driven, and unnecessary, but by this day and age, the cyber (online) bullying I faced was not as surprising as it should be for something so widely talked about and unaccepted. 

Second, it moved to in-person + online bullying. Blocking them on Facebook could stop the messages, but not their physical presence. Waiting around my locker or classrooms to talk about me and my new boyfriend, purposely trying to get on my nerves. Finding other ways to send messages fabricating stories about issues with him, which of course, scared the wits out of me. And I mean more scared than I am of scary movies. I was terrified of running into them every day. 
For a girl who could speak her mind since fourth grade without a care in the world, I had suddenly lost the words to stand up for myself. 
After two years of enduring this bullying throughout high school, university felt like the biggest relief to be freed of the torment. Bigger and better things, right?! I didn't realize it would follow me, despite the fact these girls were still in high school. Running into them at McDonald's, in the mall, I'd always think, "Yep, just my luck I'm running into them, even now." *sigh* 

Beyond the fact that these girls were originally associated with this boyfriend, even after he and I were no longer together, passing them in the mall or at the grocery store by chance still inflicts the anxiety and fear from over 5 years ago. 

To this day. 

What makes me sad is that even now, talking about it, writing about it, just like bringing up the bad, bitter tea memory, I realize it is an important part of my teenage years that I have not yet overcome. It still bothers me. I can't seem to let go of it yet. My stomach still drops, my heart beat is still too fast, and my chest is too constricted in fear for me to know if I have forgiven them yet. 

Maybe talking about it will help me work through these bad memories, and find it in me to forgive and look past the bullying I endured. Maybe it won't happen for a while. Maybe, sharing my story will help me see that I was the 'bigger person' by not reciprocating. But am I? 
I do know this: The "Mean Girls" world is very, very real. And that's not a good thing. And having the perspective to see the terrifying truth of this in my twenties now, I think it scares me most thinking about how long and how far girls will go to break the heart and soul of those whom they are jealous.

If you haven't experienced this it may sound like I'm making a mountain or of a molehill, something common that every teenage girl goes through. But if you have experienced something similar, you'll know it's a molehill that IS an unavoidable mountain, that constantly impedes on your life, and it shouldn't be common, accepted, or overlooked. 

Metaphor: Bad tea by association leaves you with a bitter taste in your mouth, but one day you will be able to break the association and leave those memories in the past. And enjoy your tea. I believe that one day I will reach the point that I can pass those girls, and though I won't forget, I will not have the same reactions (the tea's bitter taste) as I once did. 

I haven't figured out how, but in the meantime, I'll add a little sugar to my tea and focus on the things that I love and make me feel loved, not worrying about the bitter bullies of the past. 

Felicia 
xx