Anime. This word has now become a huge, no, gigantic part of my life. Since I watched my first anime, Dragon Ball, at the age of 13 (?), anime has captured my attention and has since became a big part of my life.
I'm now going to confess here on my blog, not like everyone I know reads this. But I have kept this for so long...
Here it goes... I AM AN OTAKU!!
Phew! I just had to get that out of my system! Not that I've been hiding it, but not everybody knows that I'm actually an otaku. I just love reading manga and watching anime, and often catch up with my favourite anime episodes and manga chapters every day. You will be absolutely shocked to see exactly how many manga and anime I read and watch everyday.
For the past 6 years since I was introduced, manga and anime has since became an addiction to me. I even watched a whole anime series with 203 episodes DURING my SPM exam. DURING!! Not before and not after, but DURING!! The amount of time I spend downloading all the anime music and manga + anime wallpaper is also staggering if you wish to know. For me, their music is very inspiring and very catchy, very suiting to my taste. The lyrics are also very nice and inspiring, so I love their music very much! :) Even my iPod's music playist if all filled with anime music!
Plus, the addition of ANIMAX in Astro just adds on to the addiciton, although now I no longer watch anime on TV. Instead I watch it online, on websites, which are constantly updated. Watching anime also helps me to improve on my Japanese, as listening and reading the English subtitles helps me to understand eventually, after watching so MUCH anime series, what the characters are actually talking about.
So, hope that you guys (or whoever that's reading), still like me and accept me for who I am, despite the fact that I'm an otaku. :)
XOXO,
Audrey Leow
Tuesday, 28 August 2012
Tuesday, 21 August 2012
Crying over spilt milk
After I obtained my A levels results, I cried the whole night because I once again failed to meet my requirements marginally. I led myself to believe that my family was disappointed in me, upset that I once again couldn't reach my goals. I even cried thinking that my parents do not want me as their daughter anymore.
However, it was my dad's kind and encouraging words that put me out of my sadness and allowed me to see the light at the end of the tunnel. His words led me to stop crying and to concentrate on solving the problem at hand instead of crying over spilt milk. He told me that instead of crying over not reaching the required grades, I should now consider appealing to my firm and insurance choices, and see whether they reply to my appeals or not. If they do not accept me, and I'm forced into clearing, then I'll have no choice but to go into clearing with all my might and hopefully I can get a place in some university doing the course that I originally wanted. His words really hit home as it made me realise something. I was so obsessed with what I've missed, I myself have failed to think about ways to solve the problem. Sitting on my bed crying over what has passed does not ease my pain, it only intensifies it and doesn't really solve the problem. After that I immediately stopped crying and resolved myself to work extra hard so that I can enter the university that I wanted and also do the course that I wanted.
Thanks to my dad and my hard work, my appeal paid off. I was given Unconditional Firm by University of Manchester. I was truly ecstatic when I heard the news, and was jumping up and down with joy as I informed my parents. They congratulated me for my hard work and asked me to study real hard, which I promised myself that I would.
Through this experience, I found out that crying over spilt milk helps to release the painful emotions instead of storing it deep inside one's heart, but it doesn't help in solving the problem. One has to cry for a while, then stand back up and try to solve the problem. After that promising to work even harder to achieve the next goal is also important.
XOXO,
Audrey Leow
However, it was my dad's kind and encouraging words that put me out of my sadness and allowed me to see the light at the end of the tunnel. His words led me to stop crying and to concentrate on solving the problem at hand instead of crying over spilt milk. He told me that instead of crying over not reaching the required grades, I should now consider appealing to my firm and insurance choices, and see whether they reply to my appeals or not. If they do not accept me, and I'm forced into clearing, then I'll have no choice but to go into clearing with all my might and hopefully I can get a place in some university doing the course that I originally wanted. His words really hit home as it made me realise something. I was so obsessed with what I've missed, I myself have failed to think about ways to solve the problem. Sitting on my bed crying over what has passed does not ease my pain, it only intensifies it and doesn't really solve the problem. After that I immediately stopped crying and resolved myself to work extra hard so that I can enter the university that I wanted and also do the course that I wanted.
Thanks to my dad and my hard work, my appeal paid off. I was given Unconditional Firm by University of Manchester. I was truly ecstatic when I heard the news, and was jumping up and down with joy as I informed my parents. They congratulated me for my hard work and asked me to study real hard, which I promised myself that I would.
Through this experience, I found out that crying over spilt milk helps to release the painful emotions instead of storing it deep inside one's heart, but it doesn't help in solving the problem. One has to cry for a while, then stand back up and try to solve the problem. After that promising to work even harder to achieve the next goal is also important.
XOXO,
Audrey Leow
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