As a child growing up in Sharpstown, I loved it, but the thing that I will change will be the weird uniforms that I had to wear. Green shirt and khaki pants, not the most fashionable nor flattering combination on anyone, unless you are Marilyn Monroe, who can pretty much look good in anything. People say it is a bad part in town. Yes, my house did get robbed, but they did not take anything valuable. The burglars only took simple jewelry, which might sound scary, but I have to admit the walls on that house were not the sturdious. Trust me, if I were to take you and visit the house right now, if the people owning it have not renovated the place (which I doubt), you will see a minty area on the wall in the kitchen where there used to be a hole. That hole was the place where the burglars got in. It sounds way more serious than it needs to be.
As a teenager living in Missouri City, not the less fortunate areas, not Sienna Plantation, not Riverstone, but the surburbs that are considered average. I call it privilege. However, even though there are not that many burglaries, there is a different type of crime. If you are old enough, people commit white collar, especially in high class areas. I am far out from high class, talking about eating Taco Bell at around noon even though I woke up at 9. If you do not understand what it is, do not worry. Please do not look up if you are not old enough because the worst thing I can do is to forcibly let a child loose its innocence.
With love,
Violet Sar Bleu
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Oblivion
When I was younger, as in my grade school years, I was so excited to do grow older and support myself. I wanted to get a job, get money, learn to drive, learn to know how to do my taxes, take up responsibilities, and pick up groceries. I wanted a well paying job, such as being a doctor or lawyer, because that was what my family wanted, which in turn, made it what I want. I wanted to be sucessful, to be well-known, to be proud of, and as I grew into my awkward preteen years, my family, as I thought and still think, was proud of me.
Now at the age of 15, pretty young, I know, but I am not proud of myself. I am unproductive and a number to the world, just a mear statistic. I make up one of the many who are a statistic. You do too. I am not special to the world. I am just another one of the 7 billion. Despite the fact that I try to work my hardest, no matter how much I try, I will only notice the so-called change because I focus on myself, no one else. That sounds selfish, but it is so true. Walking around in town, I do not know people's stories, nor do I want to. They are merely a statistic.
I guess you can say that I also fear oblivion. I fear not being important. I fear that no one will remember what I have done, what I wanted to do, or what I could not accomplish.
The only thing that Earth will remember is that I am a person. However, once humanity dies out, no one will remember the Civil War, the Holocaust, the struggles, the works of literature, because in the end, they are just specks of dirt, a second in time compared to what goes on in the universe.
With love,
Violet Sar Bleu
Now at the age of 15, pretty young, I know, but I am not proud of myself. I am unproductive and a number to the world, just a mear statistic. I make up one of the many who are a statistic. You do too. I am not special to the world. I am just another one of the 7 billion. Despite the fact that I try to work my hardest, no matter how much I try, I will only notice the so-called change because I focus on myself, no one else. That sounds selfish, but it is so true. Walking around in town, I do not know people's stories, nor do I want to. They are merely a statistic.
I guess you can say that I also fear oblivion. I fear not being important. I fear that no one will remember what I have done, what I wanted to do, or what I could not accomplish.
The only thing that Earth will remember is that I am a person. However, once humanity dies out, no one will remember the Civil War, the Holocaust, the struggles, the works of literature, because in the end, they are just specks of dirt, a second in time compared to what goes on in the universe.
With love,
Violet Sar Bleu
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Speaking of Change: Where the Wild Things are
Growing older does not always mean growing wiser, growing maturer, growing kinder. It just means what it says, growing older. Wisdom does not come through age. People believe so because the older we get, the more experience we have with life. Experience does not come through time; it comes through the emotional expense we take in order to say something or do something. Maturity, I do not know how that works. It does not come through age though. I know that for sure. Kindness comes from character. It is the effect of the way we have been treated, the way we have been raised, the way we have lived, never the way our age has changed. Never.
Saturday, June 8, 2013
Speaking of Change: Growing
Everyone in one shape or form grows. To you, it might be mentally, physically, emotionally, etc. I wanted to show you how I've grown up over the years and how my personality has been shapen and carved and worked to the point where I am today. I know that I will continue to evolve and alter, but for now, this is what I got.
Physically:
Even though I have not grown much over the years, my body shape definitely has. In the sixth grade, I had really short legs and a longer torso with broad shoulders, so pretty much, I was an ideal swimmer. I was not into swimming; I loved to dance, but my body type did not really fit that as well. By the seventh grade, I noticed that I have gotten slimmer, which made my whole body look a lot lean and long. I continued to eat the same way I always been eating, but my body kept evolving. Naturally, my legs and torso balanced out well. By the eighth grade, I think I reached my slimmest here. My legs grew so much during this year, and they were so long and my torso was so short compared to them. It was kind of ridiculous. Also, I was pretty slim. In the ninth grade, my body type stayed the same. Now, my body is more filled out. I do not have prominent curves or a prominent slim figure, I have an athletic build, even though I am not athletic. My legs are proportionally longer than my torso.
Mentally:
I used to be very intellectually and liked to based things off of facts. Nowadays, I do not do that whatsoever. I have a more feeling perspective to life and way more percieving than judging. I used to want to be in the intellectual field of life because that is what made me happy. However, I do not want to do that anymore. I want to be something more than that.
Emotionally:
It comes with age I guess. Things used to get to me, yet still some things do get to me, but I try my best to not let the smaller things.
With love,
Violet Sar Bleu
Physically:
Even though I have not grown much over the years, my body shape definitely has. In the sixth grade, I had really short legs and a longer torso with broad shoulders, so pretty much, I was an ideal swimmer. I was not into swimming; I loved to dance, but my body type did not really fit that as well. By the seventh grade, I noticed that I have gotten slimmer, which made my whole body look a lot lean and long. I continued to eat the same way I always been eating, but my body kept evolving. Naturally, my legs and torso balanced out well. By the eighth grade, I think I reached my slimmest here. My legs grew so much during this year, and they were so long and my torso was so short compared to them. It was kind of ridiculous. Also, I was pretty slim. In the ninth grade, my body type stayed the same. Now, my body is more filled out. I do not have prominent curves or a prominent slim figure, I have an athletic build, even though I am not athletic. My legs are proportionally longer than my torso.
Mentally:
I used to be very intellectually and liked to based things off of facts. Nowadays, I do not do that whatsoever. I have a more feeling perspective to life and way more percieving than judging. I used to want to be in the intellectual field of life because that is what made me happy. However, I do not want to do that anymore. I want to be something more than that.
Emotionally:
It comes with age I guess. Things used to get to me, yet still some things do get to me, but I try my best to not let the smaller things.
With love,
Violet Sar Bleu
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Speaking of Change: Moving
*Inspiration: Traveling and moving was a big part of my childhood, and even today. Even though at times I disliked it, the good times traveling and moving overpowered the bad. Here are some of the places I moved around from and to.
Sharpstown, Houston, Texas:
Although everyone believes that Sharpstown is the bad part of Texas, it is actually my one of my favorite place to this day. However, I am biased because I lived here for most of my childhood and grew to love it, but there is something so raw, so pure about a rundown town. I love everything here, the people, the graffiti, the food, everything.
Missouri City, Texas:
I do not like this town even though people consider it to be desirable to live in. I do not like the people because most of them are snobs (although I have meant a couple of nice people), the food (but I do like the Aura and Tornado Burger), nor the buildings. It is so conformed and restricted, that it is getting ridiculous. I mean in what other city can you drive by 9 churches. Sorry, but Missouri City, Texas, is not my cup of tea.
Austin, Texas:
The music, the vibe, Lake Travis, everything is great. I would not live here though because of all the hills, which make me feel a bit nauseated.
Lake Conroe, Texas:
This is the place where I can get used to it. The people are so nice, and the vibe is very chilled out and relazxed. I love how they determine the closing and opening time of restaurants and the marinas (sun rise is opening, sunset is closing), absolutely amazing.
Destin, Florida:
Again, one of my favorite places in the world. I love northwest Florida because it is beautiful and everything is great. Everything is pure there and the water is the most beautiful thing ever.
Paris, France:
It was magical when I went there, it was winter. Even though I got sick and was only four, I remember how pretty the city was, the difference of it when I arrived from America. Everything was perfect. I loved it, and the memory of the doctror visiting me still burns in my brain.
Denver, Colorado:
My experience here was not the greatest. Prefer not to talk about it. The only decent memory is that I was eating gummy moose while painting snow.
Vietnam:
I love tropical weather, but I had food poisoning. I have a love-hate relationship with this place.
Taipei:
It was hot, it was crowded, and the hustle and bustle of the city is not for me.
Toronto, Canada:
Not the ideal place for me, probably because I had my lost summer there and do not remember half of the memories that were shown through photographs.
Chicago, Illinois:
The cleaner and more foody New York. I love everything about this place, and even though I would not stay here for long, it is comforting to know that I actually like an inland area.
Orange County, California
My trip here for the first time was enjoyable, but I did not like the second time around, mostly because I did not go wherever I wanted to go the second time. Despite the fact that I was younger the first visit, I felt as though I had more freedom and went everywhere.
New York, New York
Not my favorite place either. It was ok and I had an experience.
These are places that left marks on my body and my heart. I went to other places, but these stook out the most.
With love,
Violet Sar Bleu
Sharpstown, Houston, Texas:
Although everyone believes that Sharpstown is the bad part of Texas, it is actually my one of my favorite place to this day. However, I am biased because I lived here for most of my childhood and grew to love it, but there is something so raw, so pure about a rundown town. I love everything here, the people, the graffiti, the food, everything.
Missouri City, Texas:
I do not like this town even though people consider it to be desirable to live in. I do not like the people because most of them are snobs (although I have meant a couple of nice people), the food (but I do like the Aura and Tornado Burger), nor the buildings. It is so conformed and restricted, that it is getting ridiculous. I mean in what other city can you drive by 9 churches. Sorry, but Missouri City, Texas, is not my cup of tea.
Austin, Texas:
The music, the vibe, Lake Travis, everything is great. I would not live here though because of all the hills, which make me feel a bit nauseated.
Lake Conroe, Texas:
This is the place where I can get used to it. The people are so nice, and the vibe is very chilled out and relazxed. I love how they determine the closing and opening time of restaurants and the marinas (sun rise is opening, sunset is closing), absolutely amazing.
Destin, Florida:
Again, one of my favorite places in the world. I love northwest Florida because it is beautiful and everything is great. Everything is pure there and the water is the most beautiful thing ever.
Paris, France:
It was magical when I went there, it was winter. Even though I got sick and was only four, I remember how pretty the city was, the difference of it when I arrived from America. Everything was perfect. I loved it, and the memory of the doctror visiting me still burns in my brain.
Denver, Colorado:
My experience here was not the greatest. Prefer not to talk about it. The only decent memory is that I was eating gummy moose while painting snow.
Vietnam:
I love tropical weather, but I had food poisoning. I have a love-hate relationship with this place.
Taipei:
It was hot, it was crowded, and the hustle and bustle of the city is not for me.
Toronto, Canada:
Not the ideal place for me, probably because I had my lost summer there and do not remember half of the memories that were shown through photographs.
Chicago, Illinois:
The cleaner and more foody New York. I love everything about this place, and even though I would not stay here for long, it is comforting to know that I actually like an inland area.
Orange County, California
My trip here for the first time was enjoyable, but I did not like the second time around, mostly because I did not go wherever I wanted to go the second time. Despite the fact that I was younger the first visit, I felt as though I had more freedom and went everywhere.
New York, New York
Not my favorite place either. It was ok and I had an experience.
These are places that left marks on my body and my heart. I went to other places, but these stook out the most.
With love,
Violet Sar Bleu
New Changes
Instead of doing tags, I decided to allow myself to get creative and write whatever I want on this blog. So, this blog will not be as personal as my other one, but I think it will be more fun to do, since I am not forcing myself to do anything. I can do whatever I want and that makes me happy.
Yes, I will write little short stories on here because that is what I love to do. I love to write. I will not have a schedule, but when I write something I like or have an idea I like, I will put it on here.
With love,
Violet Sar Bleu
Yes, I will write little short stories on here because that is what I love to do. I love to write. I will not have a schedule, but when I write something I like or have an idea I like, I will put it on here.
With love,
Violet Sar Bleu
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