Sounds like Summer

It sounds like summer

when the sun goes down but the day’s not over

skin stuck with sand and sunscreen grease

skipping over the sand on tiptoe to the water

hands sticky with chocolate and vanilla ice cream

tan lines and peeling skin all over

yep it sounds like summer to me.

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Confessions of a University Drop-Out

When I was in high school, I could count the number of Asian students on one hand, and that’s including myself and my two sisters. Cue Asian stereotypes.

Asian

No actually, I find Asian memes hilarious. My parents pushed me to work hard at school, but were far from the education-crazed disciplinarians you hear about on the news. I did well in my classes, though I’m the first to admit I probably got a bit more credit than I deserved. In fact, I kinda wish my parents had pushed me harder in my final year of school so I would’ve gotten a better HSC. Then maybe I wouldn’t have used ‘kinda’ in my last sentence, and my school principle wouldn’t have called my dad in for a meeting to discuss why my HSC atar wasn’t as high as expected (no joke).

Anyway, this year I moved to Sydney, the big city, to take a Science degree at UNSW. After praying, this had seemed the right way to go. And so it began.

But I never really got into it. All the maths, and physics, and computer code – it just wasn’t working with me. I dragged myself through Semester 1 and kept slogging through the first weeks of Semester 2. Why? Because it was expected of me. Finish school, go to uni. That’s just what you do. Stick it out for the next 4 years.

Then one morning, I woke up, thought about going to uni, and went back to sleep. Waking up that afternoon, the realization:

This was university, not school. I don’t have to do this if I don’t want to. I’m supposed to be enjoying the subjects I choose, or at least be slightly interested in them.
So I quit.

Everyone I told was shocked. My parents were awesome and supported me. I was happy.

And I also found the biggest lesson out of this whole university experience: It’s okay to fail. It’s okay to turn around and say that you were wrong. Don’t let what others expect of you dictate the way you live the rest of your life. You’ve got the whole rest of your life to figure out what you want to do and who you want to be.

It cost me most of the year stressing about my ever-mounting homework pile to realize this. But I finally have and it’s awesome.

Mood Swings, Mood Rings and Four Unit Maths

What does one do when one has procrastinated maths homework to the extent that one’s room is spotless, the dishes are done and the trash has been taken out? Turn Relient K up loud and forget you’re still stuck on question 1. But seriously, Relient K got me through 4 unit maths last year.

Matt Thiessen, who writes most of Relient K’s songs, is amazing at combining humour, irony and multiple layers of meaning into a 5 minute package. When you first listen to their songs, the words sound silly but upon multiple listenings you begin to unwind just how genius they are! And that’s when you really start to enjoy them.

For proof, here is an excerpt of the lyrics from one of their lighter-hearted songs Mood Rings, then go check it out on youtube 🙂

………………….

Shes so pretty but she doesnt always act that way
Her moods out swinging on the swing set almost every day
She said to me that shes so happy, its depressing
And all I said was someone get that girl a mood ring

If its drama you want then look no further
Theyre like the real world meets boy meets world
Meets days of our lives
And it just kills me how they get away with murder
Theyll anger you then bat their eyes
Those pretty eyes that watch you sympathize, go

‘Cause when its black it means watch your back
Because youre probably
The last person in the world right now she wants to see
And when its blue it means that you should call her up immediately
And ask her out because shell most likely agree

And when its green it simply means that she is really stressed
And when its clear it means shes completely emotionless
And thats all right I must confess

We all know the girls that I am talking about
She liked you Wednesday but now its Friday
And she has to wash her hair And it just figures that well never figure them out
First shes Jekyll and then shes Hyde
At least she makes a lovely pair

Mood ring, oh, mood ring Oh, tell me will you bring
The key to unlock this mystery Of girls and their emotions
Play it back in slow motion So I may understand the complex infrastructure
Known as the female mind

Heh, thats terrible

Songwriters Matthew Arnold Thiessen

Everyday things.

~New, fresh, fluffy towels to shove your face into after a shower

~Hot tea on a cold day

~Hot tea on any kind of day

~Inside jokes with friends

~The smell of pasta boiling

~A freshly made bed

~When the waiter finally brings out your food

~A random call from a loved one

~Fireplaces

~The first time in the whole year when you can wear shorts

~Both seeing the same thing in a cloud

When God Gives You Flowers…

When we were younger, my sisters and I would spend hours in the garden, collecting trees’ pods and trading them as money; throwing helicopter seeds and catching moths.

One of our favourite games was to fly on the swing set as high as we could. Then we’d have competitions of who could kick their sandals off the furthest, using the timing and velocity of the swing to gain maximum air-time.As far as I can remember N almost always won, but despite my competitive nature, I never got angry. We were just kids, using God’s gift of imagination to make up games while enjoying the rushing wind and sun and grass.

Cliché I know, and re-reading what I’ve just written, I sound like such a Romantic. But really, the best memories are usually the quiet ones that you’d never tell at a party but make you smile on the inside. And oftentimes, you’re the only one who really knows what they mean and stand for.

Thank God for them. Treasure them. Write them down and put them somewhere special. One day, you’ll have a bouquet you’ll appreciate for the rest of your life.

Favourite Song Right Now

Have you ever been  quietly wandering around, doing your homework/cooking/walking/blogging, when all of a sudden your mind gets taken over by…

WA-CHA-CHACHA-CHA-CHA WA-CHACHA-CHA-CHA-CHA

WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY?

Not saying The Fox is a bad song, in fact I personally love how a joke song (or maybe it has a deep and meaningful representation of a mind on LSD?), when done up so professionally and with good musical technique, has created an unlikely hit.

But after showing it to one too many friend, I’d like to give poor Mr Fox a break.

This is The Fray’s new single, Love Don’t Die. It’s amazing. And may or may not be deeper than Ylvis (depending on your interpretation). It’s amazing how songs can make everyday mundane chores that little bit more exciting. Anyway, enjoy.

Hi there.

So, you’ve stumbled across my blog.

It’s nothing that complicated really: My name is Melissa, and these are things which make me happy.

They’re small things, simple things, everyday life kind of things. They’re memories, items, moments, poems and images. They may lead onto deeper discussions and they may not.

Just like Harry Potter yells “Expecto patronum!”; focusing on the sparks which make each day special will, more often than not, help make today better.

So I hope you take the time to enjoy, reflect and share your own thoughts.

And most of all, I hope this blog makes you smile.

I leave you with one of the most quiet, beautiful pieces of poetry I’ve ever read, by Robert Frost.

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
(p.s. How ironic I have written this first post on Halloween.)