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Every Garment Has a Story

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This denim button-down shirt may not look like much but it came from a friend I knew in college. To this day, I’m still baffled as to how I ended up with it in my possession. He threw the shirt at me when I ran into him one Friday in my second year of university and declared very loudly, which was uncharacteristic of him, that he didn’t want it. He spent the rest of the time almost yelling his answers at me in a crazed manner. I avoided saying anything that would offend him before excusing myself for a meeting I was late to.

Later, the school paper published an incident article with his name and major, saying that he knocked on a random resident’s dorm room door and proclaimed that he was suffering from AIDS. He was described as being delirious and very out of it, so much so that he had to be taken to the hospital. I never saw him again after that day.

I remember being angry at the school paper and left confused as to what was happening to him and why the change in attitude. My friends claim that I don’t want to know what happened, nor do I want to even try contacting him through social media. He used to be known for being fun-loving, a joker, and very laid back. Unfortunately, the incident has branded him an unstable, crazy student who was a nuisance.

I haven’t worn this shirt in a long time. I almost put it in the donate pile but I found myself putting it back into my closet.

Not The Girl (An Original Poem)

You have my number and I have yours

But it didn’t mean that you could hound me

Message after message during every waking hour

Sure it was nice at first

But now I’d rather chuck my phone at the wall

They are rapid-fire and never ending

From the simplest “Howdy do”

To the bizarre, “Now how about that book that every woman secretly reads”

I can’t stand to see them

Not when I’m busy

I’ve told you I’m tied up or focused for the day

But that falls on deaf ears

I’m dense but I’m not that dumb to not notice

Your not-so-subtle hints of us hand in hand

The other girl is just a fling

But I’d probably be the next one, wouldn’t I?

I will not take it seriously on the first date

It probably wouldn’t happen until several dates later

I won’t be the one kissing you sloppily in public

Nor will I be batting my eyelashes longingly

As you hold me close

I will not walk down the aisle with you tomorrow

That won’t be for several more years

I will not hook up with you

Because I’m not that loose

I will not build your hopes up

Because I know that you’ll be disappointed

I’m not the quiet, smiley girl that you assume I am

I’ve raised my voice to fill the room

I’ve snapped sarcasm and cynicism whenever it seems fit

And by the way, I do not find your messages “cute”, “adorable”, or “aww-worthy”

So save yourself the trouble

Go chase another skirt

Because I’m not your match

And I will never be “the girl”

I Wish I Be Like (Insert Sports Star Name Here)

Did you ever have an idol in some kind of sport growing up?

Mine was Michelle Kwan the figure skater. I didn’t envy her rigorous schedule filled with training and little time for rest but I was amazed when she could do all of the amazing moved effortlessly on ice. I guess I also admired her for her boldness – she dared to go out for the senior level figure skating behind her coach’s back and succeeded. As for me, ice skating is still a long way to go – I haven’t gotten past the stage where you shuffle around the rink and clutch onto the edge for support.

Despite the fact that she is younger than me, I think one of the athletes I admire at the moment is Mckayla Maroney. While she is mainly known for her infamous expression after failing to win gold in the individual vault during the 2012 Olympics, I can’t forget the amazing vaults she performed for the team medals. The commentators mentioned that she managed to achieve a great height for her vaults and had some strong landings, which led to good scores. I used to cringe whenever I watched the US artistic gymnastics team vault back in 1996, especially when Dominique Moceanu fell on both of her vaults on her behind and when Keri Strug was injured in the first vault. The falls looked painful and it seemed like the vault was tricky to simply get over and land without difficulty. For someone like Mckayla to make these vaults look effortless, almost old hat, is amazing in my mind.

Do you have a favorite athlete you admire?

Transform Me, With the Help of a Make-up Brush

A photographer from Russia named Alexander Khokhlov photographed models with impressive make-up transformations that turned them into living works of art. Some of these looks left me shocked and wondering whether he really had some talent apply the make-up or whether this was some really good PhotoShop work.

Take a look for yourself: http://shine.yahoo.com/photos/photographer-creates-stunning-optical-illusions-with-amazing-makeup-1385585711-slideshow/alexander-khokhlov-1-photo-1385585688442.html

Say What? Bloodsuckers are Still Hot?

Prior to reading Twilight at the urging of my friends, I noticed that there was quite a few vampire novels out there, minus the original Bram Stoker. I will admit that I did read the Darren Shan saga, Vampire Kisses series, and one novel titled Demon in My View because the idea of immortality was intriguing.

Why are we so fascinated by the concept of being able to live out a longer life? Also, why do we like the idea of having the undead cross paths with the mortal world? Maybe we wish that we could keep living throughout history and be able to recall periods of turmoil and prosper without too much difficulty if asked later down the road. Or perhaps it is the romantic notion being able to defy the logic and reality of living a short life.

It is safe to say that I fell out of love with the genre after trying to understand the characters of Twilight and New Moon. I’m a character-oriented reader and I tend to enjoy books that have related traits or act in a way that seems familiar to something or someone I’ve seen. For me, I had not encountered any individual that was like Bella Swan, which is probably why I never understood the series or felt compelled to root for her. (And a trip to the dental surgeon to remove some late bloomer wisdom teeth, complete with cutting into my gum line to extract the troublemakers, certainly made me feel miserable about having blood in my mouth.)

What does surprise me is the fact that the TV series like True Blood and The Vampire Diaries as well as the book series turned movie property Vampire Academy are still holding an audience of captivated fans who back up the bloodsuckers to this day.

So, why do we think that these guys don’t suck? (Pun intended)

Listen Kid, You’re Great But You’ll Never…

It seems to me that quite a few people I’ve crossed paths with have been told this at some point in their lives. Some of them defied the people said they couldn’t do something and others shied away from the said thing because of something someone said.

As for me, I’ve been told that I’ll never be in any type of performance, especially one which involves me trying to make people laugh or one where I take on a role of someone else to entertain an audience. Which I feel is true – the only time I’ve ever made people laugh is whenever I’ve said a slang phrase or term that is more fitting for the 1950s-60s than the 21st Century or maybe if they see me make a face. Humor doesn’t come naturally to me and frankly I don’t understand it very well. As for acting, the only time I have stepped into that light is when I had to do skits in my language class. Mind you, some of them ended with humor while others, especially one with a waiter who insisted on changing his voice every sentence, were downright weird.

What about you? Would defy the naysayer or do you find yourself agreeing with them?

And Hollywood Lashes Out Again

It’s rather funny to see the entertainment sites talk about celebrities bashing each other and how they react. With all of the talk about people like Lorde voicing her opinion on her fellow singing peers and Taylor Swift taking a stab at her exes through song and concert, there’s always something to talk about.

To some, the stories present the celebrities instigating the taunts to be either a bad guy or childish. The attitude of the celebrity seems to color the story the most, especially with how the taunt or insult is delivered.

While I don’t always agree with a majority of the bashing, it makes me wonder why some famous people do it. Could it be for shock? For attention? Or simply to express their opinions with everyone?

I Wish I Had His/Her Voice

Do you have a favorite singing idol that you admire for their singing voice?

Mine is Idina Menzel, famous for her roles in Rent and Wicked, and now voicing Elsa in Frozen. She has an impressive range and power behind her voice when she sings the climax of a song. I have to admit, there are times where I’ve started to tear up after hearing her sing because she delivers with great emotion and control.

I can hardly wait for the full version of “Let It Go” to come out on November 25.

The Cloistered Boy (A Character Study)

This is a typical exercise I perform whenever I start to formulate characters. The questions are asked by a therapist or analyst of the sorts that tries to figure out the character in a nutshell.

Question: Q

Answer: A

Q: (shakes hand) Nice to meet you…(checks file) Remington Hardy. Please take a seat.

A: Thanks. (sits down and looks around the office. Clears throat.) Erm thanks for, uh agreeing to see me.

Q: Not a problem. So tell me a little about yourself before we discuss the issue at hand.

A: (blows out breath that he was holding in) Um, sure. I’m Remington Hardy but mostly everyone calls me Rem or Remy, either one works you know? I’m studying Computer Science with a minor in Italian at university. So, uh… (licks lips) do I need to say anything else?

Q: I think that will do. So Remy, please tell me about your problem.

A: (begins fiddling with his fingers and eyes look down. Eyes shift to hands moving and stay fixated as he begins to speak) It, it’s my professor, Dr. Vientler. She uh, she uh (pulls glasses off and begins to clean them) talks to me a lot in class or um, I always happen to run into her at the strangest places. A few days ago, she was at this shady bar not far from campus and she was, really, I mean really drunk. (puts glasses back on) I ended up driving her back to her place.

Q: That doesn’t seem too out of place.

A: (sighs and rolls shoulders back) Yeah that’s where it ends. She gets out of the car and says something about staying a little longer. I wish you could have seen how fast I moved to get out of there.

Q: How old is she?

A: 34 sir. And I’m only 19.

Q: That’s quite a gap.

A: (slumps shoulders) Yeah I know. (looks out the window for a few moments) Guess Aunt Willa wasn’t kidding about women doing crazy things.

Q: Is she the one that is recommending therapy for you from me?

A: (shakes head no fiercely) No, oh no sir, this is uh, my doing. It’s just, ah Hell with it, weird. This is gonna sound really stupid but I’ve never done it with a girl. But hey, this is the first time I’ve been in the same proximity as a bunch of attractive women.

Q: (consults notes from file) Yes it says you attended Boroughs Preparatory Academy for Boys until 8th grade and Quakestone Private for high school.

A: My aunt’s idea. She told me that my mom was screwed when she had me and dying was the best decision she ever made since her screw up. She’s called my mom all sorts of things.

Q: Feuding personalities I take it?

A: I think it stems deeper than that. Aunt Willa is all pomp and circumstance whereas I think my mom was more of a free spirit. My aunt never got married but then again, she’s kinda prickly so who would marry her? She acts like I’m the evil spawn of her sister and that I have to be raised properly.

Q: How did she come to let you attend a co-ed university?

A: (threads fingers together and sags shoulders) She didn’t really. I picked a school that had a great Computer Science program and it happened to be co-ed. She cut me off and screamed at me that I better not turn into some crazed sex maniac when I meet the girls.

Q: I see. (writes notes: Subject seems to have been suppressing romantic feelings and lacks confidence in his interactions with the opposite sex. Will need to continue seeing for a few more sessions.) Going back to your professor, do you like her?

A: Not…really. I think she likes me. But you know, professors can’t date students, right?

Q: Of course. Is there anyone else in your life that you might be attracted to?

A: Well not attracted to sir, but I did befriend my new neighbor. Her name’s Kendall – she just moved in across the hall from me to get away from a bad roommate.

Q: How did you two meet?

A: I helped her carry in her stuff when she came in.

Q: Is there a reason why you are not romantically attracted to her?

A: Look sir, I don’t know what to make of her. She has lots of confidence, that’s for sure. But there are times where she’s not afraid to go toe-to-toe with some tough types, like the jerk who lives above her. Last week they got into a shouting match about the noise level in the building. He keeps blasting music in his apartment and lots of girls seem to enter and leave his room. All of the girls look angry or miserable.

Q: I see.

The Stars Are Not Aligned for Me

Are you a fan of astrology or do you find it to be a huge waste of time?

When I was younger, it interested me, since particular traits and attitudes were attributed to specific signs. Yet as I got older, I realized that I was less like a Gemini than the ideal description laid out in astrology books and articles. There was even a test on Facebook that I took years ago that determined that I was around 40% being anything like the sign I was born under. My best friend found it bizarre but I figured it wasn’t that odd.

The general traits that I’ve seen attributed to Gemini are strong at communication, flirtatious, easily bored, gossipy, loves change, a social butterfly, and very creative. It’s safe for me to say that I like being creative and slowly but surely I’m starting to accept change as a good thing. (As a child, change meant moving from the state and town I called home and being forced to make new friends who start assuming certain things about people from other parts of the US. You can probably guess why I loathed it.)

Humorously, many people have told me that I’m good at communication, especially with public speaking. The thing is, I despise public speaking and I only happen to sound confident or decent about the topic I’m speaking about if I practice it into the ground. And I’ve said plenty of stupid things before that got me into trouble and plenty of people mad at me.

Gossip and flirting are areas I avoid and abhor. For one thing, most of the gossip I’ve dealt with in my life is petty and pointless. There are times where friends have gotten caught up in and they try to suck me into it. It takes a lot for me to not add some snarky comment about finding something more worthwhile to focus on, instead of this person’s relationship, that person’s bad taste in fashion, etc. Most of the flirting ploys and tricks I’ve seen them as laughable – in one instance, a friend of mine attempted to show me a trick for looking at a guy and her guy pretending to be the example didn’t pay that much attention to the exercise at hand. I then asked many of my guy friends how they would read into this trick if it was used on them and many of them said that they would assume that the girl was either not interested or saying “Well it’s better than nothing but I’m still hoping for better options.”

I don’t mind talking to people if I know them or I wish to get to know them. But I’ve noticed that there are times where I can’t stand being around other people and their idiosyncrasies start to get on my nerves.

What about you?