Negative People

Don’t negative people just irritate you? They irritate me! I hate it when all people care and think about is the negative aspects of their life when i’m sure there is alot of positive they can be grateful for instead. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not talking about those people who genuinely have crappy things going on in their life. I’m talking about those few of us who moan and stress themselves out for no reason. I guess it shouldn’t annoy me as much as it does, but the people around me usually determine how i feel and if they’re being negative all the time then they need to remove themselves from my life. For example if i have a person near me who’s always negative and is moaning i tend to get worn out by them and start to become negative about life.

I should cut these people some slack though because recently i found that some people are just genetically prone to high levels of pessimism, neuroticism and anxiety. These people seem to have greater activity on the right side of their frontal cortex than the left. This is known as cerebral asymmetry. No one knows why it happens…just that it does. I guess the left side of my frontal cortex is more active and i’m glad this is so 🙂
I’ve always been a positive person. Well I’ve always tried to be a positive person because feels better i guess.



Imagine you are an innocent human walking to the bustop after a long day at collage, when you notice a grizzly brown bear chasing after you out of nowhere!-okay I know it makes no sense but just go with it for now- This bear was out looking for food just as you were on your way home and the your human meat makes his tummy rumble with hunger which is obviously bad news for you.

Luckily for you many years of evolution later your body has adapted to act quickly in situations like this. The sight of the bear triggers your hypothalamus to send messages to your adrenal glands and within milli seconds, you can run faster, hit harder, see better, hear more acutely, think faster, and jump higher than you could only seconds earlier.

Your heart is pumping at two to three times more blood than the normal speed, sending nutrient rich blood to the major muscles in your arms and legs allow you to escape the terror of the bear. The tiny blood vessels (called capillaries) under the surface of your skin close down (which consequently sends your blood pressure soaring) so you can handle a mark from the bear on your skin without bleeding to death. Even your eyes dilate so you can see well.

All other functions such as digestion stops, sexual function stops, even your immune system is temporarily turned off. If necessary, excess waste is eliminated to make you light on your feet…yes you may pee yourself…but not necessarily.

Your suddenly superhuman body is designed to help level the odds between you and the bear. This allows you to narrowly escape death by leaping higher and running faster than you ever could before.

How bloody amazing is that?! It’s like you genuinely sense the fear and stress and turn into some sort of a superhero with all the right powers. Things such as this just make you think how amazing the human body is and how perfectly it has evolved to be able to deal with all situations.

Okay so I know you won’t have a bear chasing you all of sudden out of nowhere, but you can apply this to any situation. Say you’re in your room and your meant to be finishing of an assignment but you’d much rather be easting Oreos and milk while surfing the net for hot pictures of Kurt Cobain-I know his dead…and it’s wrong on so many level…but that’s just me- your hear your roommate calling from down stairs “you ate all the Oreos again!?” the image of the bear, er, uh…your roommate…in your head shouting at you for eating all the Oreos again makes your hypothalamus send a message to your adrenal glands and within seconds your body summons all the same powers that you would need to fight a bear or what your stone-age ancestor needed to fight a saber tooth tiger. As you imagine your roommate shouting at you, the caveman inside of you wants to come out. Maybe you’d like to run and hide or maybe you’d like to punch your roommate in the nose, but you can’t do either. Welcome to the modern era.

Is this why we get frustrated, because we cannot let the natural consequences of stress go into play?

Slaves Of Society

Some times I think about how corrupt the world has become. How everyone is a slave to the mainstream ‘ideals’ on how people should dress, think and behave.

It’s as  if everyone has lost their originality which means that there isn’t anyone that ‘gets me’, and this results in me getting the feeling of being alone in the world. I just know there is more to life than keeping up to date with fashion, getting education, working, getting married and having children. There has to be.

Everyone says in the end you will get used to it and life goes on, BUT what if I don’t want to carry on like this? I want excitement in life, I want to be able to have a different adventure everyday, not stick to a schedule and most importantly I want to find out for myself what it means to actually live rather then being told how to by close minded people.

I remember when I was child and nothing mattered except I knew either that peter pan or the doctor will come along and take me on an adventure, but as I’ve grown I’ve come to realise that was just a foolish dream that can never be.

Even so I sometimes think maybe, just maybe one day some one will come along and change my mind about the world and show me that not everyone is a brainwashed zombie that follows the crowd.

First Steps With Out Me

Ever since we are children we always plan out what our future is going to be like sometimes you share these plans with a best friend who you trust with your life because you remember making that pinky promise that tied together the friend ship, which you know none of you will break -Or that’s what the innocence of childhood lets you believe-

You may sit together for hours on end together with that friend planning on how you’re going to find a cure for cancer or how you’re going to be the first person on mars; and when people around you make fun of you, you both stick together and make sure you see those dreams through.

However the sad part is when those things you were supposed to do together, you don’t do together. You grow apart and all of a sudden that pinky promise means nothing. Then you hear your best friend has taken the first steps with out you. Then you don’t know how to feel. You heart feels broken and it’s not because you not happy for them, it’s the fact that you realise that you really are on your own. This best friend comes out and tells you what they’ve started doing for their dream (your dream)  and their tone almost makes it sound like it doesn’t mean as much to them as it means to you anymore. It’s like the fact that they’ve grown up and they are ready to pursue those dreams they don’t need you anymore.

You can’t let them know your sad about that though,that will make you look…silly. Instead you try to ignore the feeling of hurt that’s starting to pour out of you heart and start to form tears which you try to blink away like your life depends on it and they don’t notice at all.

Human’s reactions and understanding of each others feelings at times can be much…undermined because for a while their own feelings are overwhelming their senses to detect any other human emotions around them. This can be almost sad when you’re in the position of the person who’s been ignored.

Why am I the only one stuck in the mindset of a 10 year old? Why are all my peers moving on and starting to become serious about life and leave childhood completely behind? I know it’s hard to remember the people we used to be but is it not crazy to just forget everything we were and everything we stood for?

Never mind, these things happen, I can run across the world on my own. I don’t need anyone; I am a strong independent Asian.

It’s a little bit funny

One thing I learnt from secondary school would be the rapid change human’s go through. It’s like one minute you know someone like the palm of your hand and the next…Well you don’t know them.

The thing that’s triggered these thoughts in my head is the way ex-best friends act towards you- or towards me-. It’s like one minute everything is back to normal and we are like best friends again then the next everything changes completely and they turn into a monster you do not recognise.

The worst thing is we can’t be mature about it and talk it out because we are stuck in old patterns and routine that we can’t break or if we try to break them it’s like they build themselves again like that’s how it’s meant to be. Even so I don’t believe it’s supposed to be like this because humans have mouths so why not use them to work out sticky situations instead of just “brushing” them to the side. It doesn’t make sense!

It’s really funny because I wonder if maybe humans were designed to get bored very quickly with people. If this is so then I know for a fact I’m not human. You see I’m a sort of person who get’s much attached to people… perhaps if I stop getting attached to people then things would be a lot different

One thing I have realised is that they always try to make you feel bad about yourself which is weird because the real person feeling bad is them…because I took away what was the most special to them, I suppose they should have looked after this special thing because right now it’s mine forever.

It makes me sad that I’m stuck in this timespace continuum with people like this.




I really don’t like some of my teachers in school that are so horrible and spiteful. I don’t know who they think they are shouting at me, when I am simply doing my job. Perhaps some people should stop and think before they do some things; because they’re only making fools of themselves. They think just because I’m wearing this green uniform they can humiliate and intimidate me in front of everyone. Do they get some sort of crazy freakishly liking in making others lives a misery?

Maybe they feel important when they are shouting.

How some of the teachers even managed to get a career in teaching is beyond me. Perhaps they blabbed their ways through it. Half of them are not any where as passionate enough as they should be. If I was ever to be a teacher I would pour my whole ambition and soul into giving the children the best possible education. It’s not just the learning of the work that’s important. A teacher should be able to have an understanding of every single child. Isn’t that the whole point of being a teacher? Isn’t being understanding meant to be in the nature of teachers or any sort of person working with children?

Why do they always have to look down at me like I’m a nobody? I’m sick of being treated like a child. I know that I’m only 15 but I give them respect so isn’t it right that I should get some back?. What annoys me is knowing that for the rest of my life I will always have that person who thinks they’re better then me and end up looking down their nose at me. Why are humans like this? It seems like there’s this unsaid classing grade that divides all humans. Can’t we all just accept that we are all equal…Maybe that’s too much to expect from a humans

The one thing that keeps me going though is the fact that I know I will be able to prove them wrong. I’ll show them everyone is equal. You see I Have plan. I don’t know what that plan is just yet, but i’ll think of something.

Anyway the point of this blog was meant to be a rant about how shallow people have become. No one seems to care about anything anymore. If they do they’ll merely state it and that’ll be the end of it. Why can’t people develop a back bone and stand up for they believe in? Why have we all become so helpless?