I found this when I rummaged through some folders in my parents’ cabinets (I was looking for my birth certificate, okay). Apparently, this came along with the Coach bag that my Dad gifted my Mom a few weeks back (my Mom loves Coach).
Reminds me of the time that he sent a freakingly huge bouquet of flowers to Mom, with a sweet note attached. Ew.
My Dad is such a sap. I guess it’s in the blood.
Finally, my Disneyland post!
A confession (once more) before I go on: this isn’t my first time going to Disneyland, not only in Hong Kong but also Disneyland in general. I’ve been to Disneyland Japan and Disneyland California when I was in high school, but I first visited Disneyland HK when I was in fifth grade (Yeah, it was that long ago). The reason we came back to Disneyland this time was because we were acting as tourguides to my tito’s family, specifically babysitters for Andrea and Nash.
To start off:
Even the entrance is making the kids excited
This is why I can’t have nice photos. Damn you photobomber
Hello, mother.
Gate/Disneyland Hong Kong Train Station
The photo above is the main entrance to Disneyland. The amusement park was to open at 10 am and we were a bit early (read here: 9:15 am) so we just waited in line and looked around. The train station up front are for those who want to ride the tram routing the entirety of the resort. It starts here at the entrance, makes a stop at Fantasyland to drop off passengers who want to check out some rides, and continue on the way back. It’s great if you want to see the entire park, but if you’re there for the rides and stalls and restaurants, I suggest you grab a map off the nearest directory and walk! See here for Disneyland Train route/Park Map.
Having finally entered the park, we grabbed a few maps ourselves and decided to split up. So, the following photos will be my own solitary excursion at Disneyland. It sounds lonely, but I assure you, it was not! I even got to talk to Snow White, but sadly no one was there to take a photo and people kept badgering me to hurry up and go.
Main Street USA
Monsters University; Mike and Sulley’s alma mater
I then headed off to Tomorrowland, which is at the eastern side of Disneyland. Basically, it’s Buzz Lightyear’s domain.
The Orbitron. Yes, I am writing this blog post with a Disneyland Map next to me.
I didn’t try many of the rides in Disneyland, though. They didn’t appeal to me as much as it did back then when I was 10. However, when I did try a ride, they were such polar opposites. First up, the Space Mountain!
The Space Mountain; it’s one gigantic inter-stellar roller coaster ride that will leave you terrifyingly breathless
I’ve had my fair share of rollercoaster rides and I enjoy them well. I’ve always loved being thrilled or being near-death too much to the point that it’s a neurotic, semi-suicidal characteristic of mine. The Space Mountain didn’t disappoint. It was a rollercoaster ride that simulated being in outer space. However, what was different was that the entire ride is in complete darkness, aside from the seizure-inducing space lighting effects. Try riding a rollercoaster in total darkness, not knowing if you’re head will hit a rail or if you would fall off because, I swear to God, when my car turned a 180 degrees in mid-air, I screamed “holy shit” like there was no tomorrow.
I am not ashamed to admit that.
After recovering from that extremely traumatizing ride, I met up with my family (Tito Joel and the rest went off their own, as well) and we decided (they did, I just didn’t disagree because I was still traumatized) to try up the “It’s A Small World After All” ride.
It looked so colorful and pretty and extremely feminine that I hesitated
The I.A.S.W.A.A (yes, I shortened it because writing it completely is a mouthful) was a slow, boatride traversing a mini “Earth”, with its inhabitants being dolls dressed in specific ethnicity, singing about world peace and solidarity in their own native tongue. It was kinda creepy.
Supposedly Asia. Yes, the Philippines was here somewhere, I heard Tagalog. lmao.
If the Space Mountain was fast, hyper and vomit-inducing, this ride was the total opposite. It moved at slow pace, and I had a feeling that this was mostly for children below the age of 8. If that was the case, I wouldn’t be surprised.
After that ride, we had lunch at Clopin’s Festival of Foods, which featured barbecue, noodle and wok-themed dishes of China. We reached a unanimous decision to just wait for the Flights of Fantasy parade at 4 PM because we were tired from all the walking and, seriously, what else could interest both an 18 and 15 year old here in Disneyland? I admit, a lot of other teenagers might have ran around and took photo after photo from Fantasyland all the way up to Mystic Point, but my brother and I weren’t those kinds of teenagers.
Anyhow, if we wanted to, we can always go back soon. I tell you now, if you think you can try out every ride in Disneyland in one day, you are sorely mistaken!
Back at Main Street USA; Apparently, there was a Filipino actress here from ABS-CBN. My parents said so. If she was, I wouldn’t be able to tell. Don’t care bout the lot of em.
Waiting for the parade to start. People were beginning to line up and down Main Street with their fancy-schmancy DSLRs and yeah, you can feel the excitement in the air.
Starting the parade was Dumbo, the flying elephant; God, I feel old. The movie was, what, made in 1941?!
Followed by the Marching Band! There were Filipinos with them! I’m not sure why I mentioned that!
Of course, the first one to star was obviously the icon of Disney itself, our lovable mouse, Mickey and his friends Minnie, Goofy, Donald and some beaver I don’t know because I didn’t like Mickey.
Followed by Winnie the Pooh!…still not my favourite. I remember turning the television off whenever the show came on. Even when I was young, I’ve always thought it was stupid.
However, I would like to say that the next float was my personal favourite: the Romance Takes Flight float. You’ll know why below:
Yes, it was the float of my childhood crushes (even till now)!
(Goddamn it, Belle, turn around)
Anyway, it was their float that I was just waiting for! The next few ones were nice, but didn’t grab my attention as such.
There was a fireworks show at 8 PM but my family and I didn’t want to wait up because we’ve seen it already. So, we left after the parade and I got my family lost in Kowloon park on the way back to the hotel.
Of course, my reasoning was “The best way to get to know a city is to get lost in it.”
Which was kinda true because by the end of the second day, I was able to go around Tsim Sha Tsui by myself, which I did later that night when everyone was asleep. lol. I didn’t bring my camera though. I didn’t want to get mugged (again) in a foreign city.
P.S. Here’s a clip of the Flights of Fantasy parade. It’s only the first part, though, since YT can’t upload the second part for some reason. Just look up some other videos on YouTube, I can attest that they’re all the same. 🙂
EXTRAS:
There were actually more photos
I’m sorry I’m such a lazy writer right now
I’ll have to be honest with you, guys. This trip actually happened 7 months ago. Yes, 7 months ago. The reason why I decided to write about this now was because I finally, finally, had the compulsion to. Back when I was in Kowloon, I told myself that I would write when I get home, but college struck and I kind of forgot about it.
So, to cease the digression, let’s take a stroll down memory lane on a grey-coloured day in the beginning of June.
Which is, in all honesty, quite false since I arrived in Hong Kong in the middle of the night. It was my second time to go to Hong Kong, and the first time I did with our family friends in tow. We were 12 in total, and well, it was really fun. The last time I went to Hong Kong, I was in fifth grade and it was just my family and I and I don’t remember much except for Disneyland and that was it.
International Departures at NAIA; an hour before departing for HK
The plane ride going to Hong Kong was turbulent, at best. There was a storm outside, and even from inside the plane, you can see forks of lightning hidden in the clouds. Also, the plane kept entering violent turbulence that I almost thought it was some rendition of Final Destination. I have a sick sense of humour.
Finally arrived at Hong Kong International Airport at Tsing Yi, waiting for our train to take us to Kowloon
A lot of us were down with colds and cough even before we left for Hong Kong. When we got to the airport, I had to bite back a laugh at the many infrared scanners, even though it was no laughing matter. Like I said, I have a sick sense of humour and I kept on thinking about the idea that we would be denied entry if we were deemed too sick to enter the city and had to be deported back.
BP International’s lobby; 8 Austin Road, Tsim Sha Tsui
We stayed at Baden-Powell International House, a three-star hotel and ran by the Scout Association of Hong Kong. It was a pretty okay hotel, mostly we just slept and abused the Wi-Fi there. lmao.
On our first day, we explored Tsim Sha Tsui. I think the better sentence would be “they all explored and I went off by myself, looking around” which is not exactly inaccurate as I did just wander off.
My mother went off to buy a bag. I just stood by the post in the junction in-between going to Kowloon Park and Jordan Road.
Tsim Sha Tsui is the main shopping district of Hong Kong. Yes, you got that right, this district is full with boutiques and shops and retail stores that could make fashionistas cry with ecstacy (and make your credit card cry in abject despair). Coach, Gucci, Prada, H&M, basically every name in fashion can be found here, sometimes with their shops encompassing an entire block! People line up outside before they open, hoping to be the first to get that brand new pair of suede shoes or that lavender Yves Saint Lauren coat.
I would have cried out, but I’m not exactly fashion-conscious. Give me a parka, a pair of combat boots and I’m good to go.
After that, we took off for Nathan Road, looking for the Big Bus Tour stop since my family and tito Nikki’s family were acting as guides for tito Joel’s, being their first time here in Hong Kong. It was a fun search, since we basically trekked across the entire expanse of Tsim Sha Tsui to look for that damned stop. Good thing we left the hotel early, so all that extra time was killed productively.
Nathan Road
We drifted off Nathan Road and into Salisbury Road. How I knew? Because of this:
Hong Kong Space Museum; 10 Salisbury Road, Tsim Sha Tsui
We also came across the 1881 Heritage, formerly known as the Marine Police Headquarters Compound. The compound became a declared monument in 1994 and, in 2009, has become a heritage hotel with food, beverage and retail outlets in an architectural project headed by Daniel Lin.
Tito Joel, Tita Twinkle, Andrea and Nash by the fountain; 1881 Heritage
Finally having found the stop, we waited for the gigantic red bus to appear before we set off exploring HK. It is quite possible to circle the entire expanse of Hong Kong in a day, but you miss entering the deeper and more interesting facets of the mega-city. With the Big Bus Tour, you can view important points of the city, culture and tourism-wise. We rounded a bit in the Kowloon district, looking up government buildings that I wasn’t able to take photos of since it was raining and I was inside the bus (it had an open-air deck above). We also passed by St. John’s Cathedral, but that was under renovation, so no photos as well.
When we got another Stanley, another town, we had an hour to spend exploring before the next bus came to take us to Aberdeen.
Stanley Market
The main attraction of Stanley is the Stanley Plaza and the market. The Plaza is filled with boutiques, shops and restaurants in one large arcade. Stanley Main Street is, as the name suggests, a long street with food stalls lining up the entire way. There was even a stall that sold Budweiser with a gigantic bottle on display. Seriously.
We mostly spent our time at Stanley Market, which is where most tourists come to. Extremely cheap, counterfeit products are sold here, from sunglasses to bags to television sets to backpacks that are designed to look like owls and bugs. This is your typical “Chinatown” that you see quite often in movies. It looked so appropriate that I expected some sort of brawl or shoot-and-run action to happen. Sick sense of humour, I know.
So, we all split off and I chose to enter the market, looking for a Japanese fan that my friend, Kris, wanted me to buy for her. Most of the stuff here are sold at cheap prices if you lived in Hong Kong, but if you’re a tourist and using Philippine Peso to get Hong Kong dollars, good luck with that. Bargain the hell out of things here, mate. I bought a pair of shades that would have cost around Php 2,000 if I hadn’t bargained. I got it for Php 1,500. Not too bad for my first time bargaining.
Anyway, after having bought the fan and meeting back with the guys, we took a break at a nearby Starbucks coffee shop and I had to shoo away the people so we could get seats. There were 12 of us, there were only 6 chairs available. I had no choice, yo.
I don’t think they minded, though. I kinda looked like most of them so I guess it all seemed normal to them city-goers.
When the bus finally arrived, we took off for Victoria Peak, the highest mountain on the western half of Hong Kong Island. Generally, you climb up the mountain via the Peak Tram to get to the Peak Galleria and up the highest point of Victoria Peak, where you can basically see all of Hong Kong.
A wax figure at Madame Tussauds; I have no idea who he is but I really thought he was real.
Going up the Peak via the tram is quite the experience. You would be basically going up a steep mountain, your body in a perilous slanting position and you have to refrain from thinking about whether or not the train would lose the rails and topple back and kill everyone inside in a fiery explosion. I’m not joking.
Finally at the top; you can see Central, Kowloon and Victoria Harbour from here
The view from the photo was taken atop the Peak Tower, a large shopping complex. Yeah, the entirety of Hong Kong is probably every shopper’s wet dream. I’m not even joking when I say that everywhere you look, there’s a shop nearby.
We grabbed some food here before coming down, waiting for the next bus to take us to Aberdeen. Of course, mother had an argument with dad and my brother because the two of them were looking for rice and mom and I were like “hello, where the hell can you find rice with how tight our schedule is?!”.
Anyway, once we’ve gotten down, our next stop was Aberdeen. This place is known for its floating village. Yup, you got it right. The fishing Tanka people of Aberdeen live on barges and boats floating in the river, reminiscent of ancient galleons and junks.
Amidst these barges, you can see yachts that probably cost millions. Ironic.
Apparently, when we got there, there was also a canoe tournament. Not only were we toured around in a large barge, we also got to cheer for teams paddling by us. Viewers also cheered on from their positions atop other barges.
The Jumbo Kingdom Restaurant; made to resemble a Chinese Imperial Palace floating atop the river, this restaurant has been visited by the likes of Queen Elizabeth II, Tom Cruise and John Wayne
With that, we ended our first day at Victoria Harbour, viewing the Symphony of Lights and traversing the Avenue of Stars, Hong Kong’s own version of the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
The Clock Tower at Victoria Harbour; another declared monument of Hong Kong
Just a few popular guys in the Chinese film industry
Nighttime Victoria Harbour is just beautiful. The sound of the waves crashing against the docks, the distant, blurred city lights, strangers passing by you as you stand there, watch a ship’s lights stare back at you and you feel truly calm.
Beautiful
We returned to the hotel to rest our aching feet (and aching limbs because have you ever tried carrying 6-8 shopping bags and a camera for half the entire day?!).
The second day was the Disneyland trip, which I will be talking about in another post soon (check it out here!). We spent the last two days shopping, which I will also be talking about soon.
In the meantime, here’s some other fun photos (grabbed from my mom and my tita’s) on my first day:
While waiting for our flight to HK, we had lunch and dessert and basically ransacked the arcade at New Port Mall, Resorts World
To Kowloon, from the airport. I really do not belong in front of a camera.
Basically how we spend the time before sleep and before leaving the hotel to tour because the Wi-Fi in the lobby is fast as hell
Somewhere near Kowloon Park; this also reminded me of how I got my family lost in the park after Disneyland but that will be another story
Having found the stop, we waited for the bus to come. I was tired already.
Inside the bus; it was weird because despite the drizzle, it was hot outside yet it was freezing inside the bus
HOLY SHIT SOMEONE BROUGHT A HUSKY AT STANLEY. it was so adorable. ; A;
The Peak Tram at Central. This is where the ride going up Victoria Peak starts. Prepare thy paper bag, ye weak stomachs.
The Tram. Obviously.
View from one of the terraces of Peak Galleria.
The Kayak race at Aberdeen
Dios mio. I’ve been craving milktea all day that I had to go and make one a while ago. I also didn’t have the time to take out my DSLR and prepare some fancy-schmancy photoshoot session with a beverage so make do with a photo from an iPad.
(hahahahuhuhu i’m sorry this blog is beginning to turn into my daily journal or something)
*hint* Guys, I’m free tomorrow for a milk tea date/hang-out! Just holla me up!*hint*
Although I use my Bamboo a lot of times, I mostly developed my skill on my iPad. My last stylus turned out to be a major disaster, leaving stains so tough to erase across the screen protector that I had to buy a new one: both a new stylus and a screen protector.
(look at that nib. damn.)
Anyhow, it’s nothing fancy. It’s one of those pen-and-stylus sort of stuff, but what I love about this is that it really has great sensitivity. It’s like I’m drawing with a pen, a dysfunctional one but, hey, what else can you get from a stylus that costs like around php 100?
However, there’s also another one that I got my eyes on. It’s called the Intuos Creative Stylus from Wacom (the same brand that my tablet came from).
It’s a really great tool for when you’re a professional, considering it’s 10 mm width size and pressure sensitivity of 2048 levels, among other things! It’s powered by a 4A battery and can work up to 150 hours (obviously it depends on the frequency of usage).
It works well with these following apps and some more:
It also comes in blue!
So, what else is stopping me from purchasing such a beau? Simple: it’s price. This baby (or any Wacom product) isn’t available here in the Philippines, so you have to purchase it online. This stylus costs around $99.95, roughly Php 4,000. I really do not know about you, but the thought of spending all that money on a stylus (no matter how awesome it is) is making my heart beat fast and not in a good way. Still, I may want to, when the time comes. Who knows?
Head over to Wacom and have fun!
Obviously, someone went a little overboard at Rustan’s today.
A friend of mine online (I met him through Tumblr a while back) asked me a particular question that got me thinking. The question wasn’t anything new, but every time I hear or read it, it strikes me. Hard.
A few days ago, I posted a status on Facebook, something along the lines of how sad it is to see people disregard their dreams and wishes in favor of reality.
That was exactly the reason why I am in the program I am now. Don’t get me wrong, I love Psychology. Sure, I don’t get the best grades, I don’t always listen in class and my conceptualization on theories isn’t exactly deserving of a letter grade of A. However, I do have a passion for Psychology. I stay up well into the morning reading studies and articles from mental disorders to offshoot branches to incoming fields like cognitive archaeology (which is extremely interesting, by the way. It studies the components of societal facets such as religion and politics of extinct civilizations). Psychosis, mood disorders, somatoform disorders, they all interest me. I can honestly say that I love Psychology. I know I’m not the only one with an insane passion for it that I would willingly forego sleep to learn, but I’m not going to say that Psychology is “just another thing” for me. God, I cry for this stuff.
I can also say that I have an equally fierce love for art as well. Please, don’t misunderstand, I’m no Picasso, I’m no Da Vinci and I am certainly no Raphael. My art is mediocre, both digital and traditional. I can’t paint something like The Raft of the Medusa or sculpt something as gloriously picturesque as Pieta. I wish I could! I can draw well enough, maybe even paint good enough to be able to join a few contests and challenges here and there. Perhaps in time, with enough practice, I can reach up to the likes of Bernini. A feeble wish, but a wish nonetheless.
I am digressing; moving on, now. Art has always fascinated me, even when I was young. Around the age of four or five, while other children went out and about to play games in the middle of the street or sit in front of a TV, I was somewhere else. I would be in my corner, surrounded by books, crayons, and papers — hands were dabbed with color and dirt and ink but I was happy, ecstatic even. Everything about art has always been mesmerizing and interesting to me, doesn’t matter from what era it is. Romanticism, Expressionism, Realism, Contemporary — hell, even the carvings in caves that signified Man’s first interest in the Humanities were wholly beautiful to me (Some of my friends found Humanities, known at my Uni as English 41, really boring. I loved every second of it).
Here, we then proceed to the gist of this entire post: why did I take up Psychology and not a degree with art, such as Art History (another stab in the heart because the thought of the course program itself hurts me so)?
The answer? It’s easy to guess: reality, practicality, “Kenneth, knowing how to paint won’t land you a stable income. Med school, law school? Those are the paths to success.“, “You’re never gonna get anywhere with an art degree, unless you want to end up like a hobo on the streets, screaming at the “starving artist” label pinned on you“.
I was a really mature kid back then (I still am, mind you, I just let myself have fun every once in a while). Even at the young age of seven, I knew life wasn’t fair, that the world isn’t fair. Not everyone’s going to be kind to you, not all your dreams come true and you don’t always get what you want. I knew that early on because my parents raised me to be responsible, to be behaved, but most especially of all, to be real.
No, they didn’t tell me that art was a useless thing. Contrarily, they were proud of my interest in the finer creations of humanity. However, as much as they told me that they want me to be happy, they also reminded me that the world will not always be like them: accepting, supportive and kind.
“Gubaon ka sa kalibutan (The world will destroy you),” Mom would always say, and I listened, because although I come from a comfortable, well-off lifestyle, my parents were not as fortunate. They had to work, bleed and sweat in order to graduate, to find good jobs and stable lives.
So, as I grew up, the world lost its enchantment. When we are young, the world is magical, fantastic: faeries come at night to collect teeth and leave gold coins under our pillows; a bearded, fat old man rides a flying sleigh pulled by twelve magical reindeers and comes down chimneys to leave gifts under Christmas trees and eat the cookies on the table; monsters, dragons, princes and princesses in towers are real and, most of all, time never seemed to end. Yet, when we grow, that magical fog fades a little bit every now and then. Faeries stop coming to collect teeth, Santa no longer leaves presents under the Christmas tree and cookies remain uneaten. Dragons and the Boogeyman die and are replaced by bullies, terrorists, Death.
When I grew older, I began to realize that my dreams were never going to land me anything. People call me artistic (I raise a protest at that), but most of the time they fail to realize that I’m more of a realist than an artist. My feet are glued to the ground, even when my mind escapes my body and flies up to daydreams and imagination. Pursuit of a degree in art will have to be stowed away, forgotten, no matter how much it hurts (I was really desperate, I even bothered to look up schools outside the country like St. Andrews. Some of my relatives were extremely supportive, they would fund me even).
You know by now how much I love Psychology. Hell, if we’re friends on Facebook or if we follow each other on Twitter, you would be annoyed at how much I post about it. Psychology was going to be my ticket to medical school. Why not Biology, you ask? Why not Biology, when it is an even better ticket to medical school? Simple, I’m a realist. If I fail to enter medical school or if I’m never going to finish medical school, with a Psychology degree, I can enter a myriad of fields: corporations, academes, I can even get a Masters or a PhD and be a freaking psychologist. With a Biology degree, at most I will be a professor (it is an honourable job, I assure you. I love the commitment teachers show but it’s not just for me, I’m sorry).
See? Here I am, being a realist. With a Psychology degree, I can enter medical school, graduate, specialize in Psychiatry and strive to work at a top hospital (I’m not ashamed to say that John Hopkins and Massachusetts General are on my list). If I can’t, go get a Masters degree, focus on Industrial/Organizational Psychology and enter the corporate world.
As of now, I really cannot say with much confidence if I am still going to pursue medical school. I admit, I’ve become jaded now. All those plans I’ve made so long ago seem useless now. I’m not even sure what I’m going to do with my life after this. Still, I have never forgotten those application forms from St. Andrews that I’ve downloaded, I have never forgotten the Humanities booklet from the University of Asia and the Pacific that I kept all these years (which Sendong kindly destroyed). Who really knows what will happen in the future? I might still chase after them, I might not.
All I just want is that I will not regret the decisions I’ve made (and will make) my entire life.
This is where my money goes. Usually. I’d rather buy a hundred Schmidt and Nietzsche than spend a quarter of my entire bank account on Yves Saint Laurent and Burberry…most of the time.
There was is a phase in my life that I got addicted to the game Dawn of War, specifically Dark Crusade and Soulstorm. In the game, my most favorite faction was the Sisters of Battle (Crazy, over-religious space nuns in power armor ready to burn anything heretical to ashes). Down below is one of my earlier digital works, depicting a Sister of Battle in full regalia, waiting for her enemy to slaughter her and release her soul to Santa Terra, or Holy Ground (which, we all know, is a malicious joke because once they’re dead, they’re dead and this is a game and St. Peter doesn’t exist).
Took me an hour to create the linework. Took me 2 days to finish coloring. Back then, I needed more work in blood-spattering and background making. Now that I think about it, I still need more work in those areas.
It’s no secret that the youth of today live in a generation where we are more preoccupied with the matters of the heart than that of what really matters, the now. Of course, there is nothing wrong with thinking about love, relationships and attachment. Human beings are social beings, and it will not only be impossible to not talk about love, but also quite inhibiting of our growth as persons and individuals.
Now that we’ve settled the point of love and other trifles and trumperies, let’s now talk about the now. As a member of the youth of this generation, it has come to my attention that we’ve become less and less involved and interested in the things we should be interested. Men and women of my age talk more about boyfriends and girlfriends and love and like it’s the only world they revolve around. Only few of us have stopped to think and say that “Love is important. Settling down is important, but it’s not my time. The time will come, but for now, let’s focus on me and what I can do.” We are in the age where we can make differences in the way the world runs, make differences in social media and change lives. Sure, such a sentence, even the idea of it, seems very flighty and outlandish, especially coming from a eighteen-year old college student. However, determination doesn’t stem from age. It stems from a willful heart with willing hands to work. After all, Severn Cullis-Suzuki was only twelve years old when she spoke before the United Nations about environmental issues from a youth perspective.
In this age, there is so much we can do for the society and for the world. I sincerely believe that we have the power to really make a difference. As youths, we have a certain freshness that has long been missing from modern-day runnings. We have ideas and projects just as good as those older than us…and maybe even a bit better.
I’m not saying that love or matters related to it are immaterial in the greater scheme of things, because it is certainly not. I’m not even commandeering people to think from my point of view. This is just my opinion, and we are all entitled to one. What I’m saying though is that we have so much power, so much ability, so much energy and will to do the things that can really make a difference. Why can’t we, for just a little while, let love and other trivialities take the backburner and be a little concerned for what we can do for humankind?
In this video, Olivia Bee talks about how teenagers and kids have something to offer that most people just overlook when they’re looking at our generation, that most people just think “Hey, they’re just a bunch of kids!” and, yes, maybe we are just a bunch of kids. Yet, maybe we’re more than just a bunch of kids, and not all teenagers are a bunch of pot-smoking trashpots. Many of us have ideas that are really good, we just lack the motivation to follow on them.
I sincerely believe the youth of today can be a force to be reckoned with if we want to. We are basking in the light of our generation, and we know what’s cool. If really just put our minds to it, we can be a force that can shake the whole world.
The Dinosaur Shikshin 