I always like to describe myself as a "Much-More-Than-Ordinary Girl". I mean, come on; I'm not just a normal person. I have different layers to me. You may be able to pick up the general gist of my personality, but you will NEVER be able to predict my next move.
That aside, I am a very accepting person; I'm super open-minded, and I try to avoid all bias as much as possible. That being said, I only have 3 "pet-peeves": cabinet doors left ajar, ignorance, and the use of the word "weird"
The first one is slightly OCD; I just can't stand it when cabinet doors are left ajar. I mean, if it's completely open, that's not too bad. But when it is slightly propped open....it makes my skin crawl. Like, literally, I have had numerous nightmares solely about cabinet doors being left ajar.
I think the second one is fairly justifiable; I'm sure everyone hates ignorance, but don't give it much thought. I, on the other hand, have a great resentment towards this.
I'm sure that 'ignorance' is one of those words that everybody knows, and can identify when in its presence. But what does it truly mean? Ignorance is often confused with the term 'ghetto', which, in my opinion, is better described by the newly-popularized term "rachet". (Oh my goodness. I can believe I just said that word. I HATE that word. Whenever I say it aloud, my gag reflex unconsciously kicks in.) Ignorance, in reality, means lacking knowledge. Therefore, a statement such as "All Asians have pale skin" is an ignorant comment, because this indicates the lack of knowledge about Asian countries with inhabitants with dark skin, such as Thailand, Malaysia, and India.
I actually felt so strongly about this topic that I wrote a 12-page monologue about ignorance. I basically just stated what ignorance is, different scenarios in which ignorance is often presented in, and how to avoid being ignorant. Unfortunately, this monologue was saved on the flash drive that I misplaced, so..it's gone.): But maybe I will re-write it and post it one day.
My third pet-peeve is the use of the word "weird". Most people don't give it much thought when using it; it just comes out. But I want you to really think about it; what is "weird"? Is there a standard decree that states what is "weird" and what's not? If you truly think about it, "weird" is just a derogatory word for 'different'. So technically, everyone is "weird", since everyone is different. I do find the use of this word slightly ignorant, but not too much, because this word was kind of established by society, so you don't know any better but to use it. But that's where I come in.(: When addressed by this term, I usually just say, "Well, if by "weird" you mean 'different', then yes I am, and thank you", or "Don't call me that. Just because I'm different than you doesn't make some kind of social pariah."
Well, that's about all for me today....page views and comments are greatly appreciated!!
Friday, September 21, 2012
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
The Sticky-Trailed Woman
What better way to celebrate a mild rainy day with a tornado watch than by blogging. (:
If there is truly any compatibility between two items in this world, it is Sharpies and sticky notes. (forget cookies and milk!) I hold these two things dear to my heart. I love writing little notes on colorful square pads with bright Sharpies, and just sticking them all over. Sometimes I write random things, like, "I love cheesecake", and others I jot down significant quotes, such as "I myself am made up entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions." (made by Augusten Burroughs, in his Magical Thinking: True Stories) One of my favorite things to do is to write uplifting statements and give them to random people I don't even know. Once I rode the public bus, and I left a stick note saying "Make today's goal to smile at a stranger every place you go." In the dressing room of a TJ Maxx, I left one on the mirror that said, "Step outside your comfort zone today, and go for those bright jeans or wedged shoes." When I saw a woman looking gloomy at the mall, I wrote her a sticky note that said, "Smile and put your best foot forward, no matter what the circumstances are", and gave it to her without giving her a second glance.
I wouldn't necessarily say that my reason behind doing this is solely to make someone feel better; that's actually my ulterior motive for doing these deeds. It's just....I love sticky notes so much. And I want others to love them just as much as I do. And what easier way to spread the love, than to spread the sticky notes? Anyways, writing these kinds of things down always tend to be easier than saying it. And I guess that's why they never get said; because it's difficult to articulate things like this. I don't know why no one ever thought about writing these things down, though, because if you ask me, when something is written, it has more meaning. Saying to someone, "Have a great day" is one thing, but writing it is another; you can put a heart next to it, and that person can look back at it all the time to remember that someone really wants them to have a great day. Written things invoke a whole 'nother set of emotions. And the thought that my sticky notes can actually turn somebody's day around..well, that's pretty amazing to me.
If there is truly any compatibility between two items in this world, it is Sharpies and sticky notes. (forget cookies and milk!) I hold these two things dear to my heart. I love writing little notes on colorful square pads with bright Sharpies, and just sticking them all over. Sometimes I write random things, like, "I love cheesecake", and others I jot down significant quotes, such as "I myself am made up entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions." (made by Augusten Burroughs, in his Magical Thinking: True Stories) One of my favorite things to do is to write uplifting statements and give them to random people I don't even know. Once I rode the public bus, and I left a stick note saying "Make today's goal to smile at a stranger every place you go." In the dressing room of a TJ Maxx, I left one on the mirror that said, "Step outside your comfort zone today, and go for those bright jeans or wedged shoes." When I saw a woman looking gloomy at the mall, I wrote her a sticky note that said, "Smile and put your best foot forward, no matter what the circumstances are", and gave it to her without giving her a second glance.
I wouldn't necessarily say that my reason behind doing this is solely to make someone feel better; that's actually my ulterior motive for doing these deeds. It's just....I love sticky notes so much. And I want others to love them just as much as I do. And what easier way to spread the love, than to spread the sticky notes? Anyways, writing these kinds of things down always tend to be easier than saying it. And I guess that's why they never get said; because it's difficult to articulate things like this. I don't know why no one ever thought about writing these things down, though, because if you ask me, when something is written, it has more meaning. Saying to someone, "Have a great day" is one thing, but writing it is another; you can put a heart next to it, and that person can look back at it all the time to remember that someone really wants them to have a great day. Written things invoke a whole 'nother set of emotions. And the thought that my sticky notes can actually turn somebody's day around..well, that's pretty amazing to me.
Friday, September 14, 2012
Just a tad bit more about me....
Is it against blogger etiquette to blog twice in one day? Let me know your thoughts on that.
But after my 30min nap, I feel re-energized and ready to take on the world!....Or maybe just a few more page views. (Muchos gracias to my first page viewer!!)
So I'm thinking that maybe I should tell you a little more about myself?
For starters, I guess I should explain my name. The spelling is a complete throw-off. The 'n' is silent. So it's pronounced 'e-tee-oh-sa' (with a short 'e' sound, like in 'egg') And if you think that's bad.... well, wait 'til I tell you what the full version is.
One can't help but to think, "Where do you get a name like 'Etinosa'?" I've been asked if it's Hispanic, Japanese, Caribbean....but truth is, it's Nigerian. Yes, that is in Africa, but NO, the stereotypes are not true (that is for another time, though). I myself was not born there, but my parents both were (even though I usually lie to people and just tell them that I was born there). The only other thing I'll say about this is that if you think Asian parents are bad, you obviously have not encountered any Nigerian parents. (Another day, again.)
I'm also a super open-minded person. I'll soon be posting about some very controversial things very soon, which I would much enjoy reading your thoughts about. So things like political views and other racy topics- yeah, expect those sometime towards the end of the year.
So a couple notes to leave off on....
Am I the only one who hates the word 'senoritis'? It's just so literally incorrect, I can't stand it....
Here's a challenge: my full name is Etinosalobuakpologbe. Do you think you can say it?
Let me know all your thoughts; I'm dying for some feedback!!
But after my 30min nap, I feel re-energized and ready to take on the world!....Or maybe just a few more page views. (Muchos gracias to my first page viewer!!)
So I'm thinking that maybe I should tell you a little more about myself?
For starters, I guess I should explain my name. The spelling is a complete throw-off. The 'n' is silent. So it's pronounced 'e-tee-oh-sa' (with a short 'e' sound, like in 'egg') And if you think that's bad.... well, wait 'til I tell you what the full version is.
One can't help but to think, "Where do you get a name like 'Etinosa'?" I've been asked if it's Hispanic, Japanese, Caribbean....but truth is, it's Nigerian. Yes, that is in Africa, but NO, the stereotypes are not true (that is for another time, though). I myself was not born there, but my parents both were (even though I usually lie to people and just tell them that I was born there). The only other thing I'll say about this is that if you think Asian parents are bad, you obviously have not encountered any Nigerian parents. (Another day, again.)
I'm also a super open-minded person. I'll soon be posting about some very controversial things very soon, which I would much enjoy reading your thoughts about. So things like political views and other racy topics- yeah, expect those sometime towards the end of the year.
So a couple notes to leave off on....
Am I the only one who hates the word 'senoritis'? It's just so literally incorrect, I can't stand it....
Here's a challenge: my full name is Etinosalobuakpologbe. Do you think you can say it?
Let me know all your thoughts; I'm dying for some feedback!!
Short Story1
Sigh. SO. MUCH. WORK.
I've been slacking super-hard on posting. And I am just way too mentally exhausted to write about my personal views and thoughts. So here's my first story post. Yay!!!
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"Ohkay, so what's his name?" Mr. Andrew Shields picked up the stuffed yellow rabbit that was seated to his left.
"Her, Daddy. She's Tabbitha Hopspring."
"Oh." He sat the stuffed animal back down. He squirmed in the miniature chair and let his hands rest on his knees, which stuck out far above the table in comparison to his daughter's, which dangled just above the floor.
"Ohkay, Daddy, now that you know everybody at the table, we can start." She gracefully began to pour the "tea" into each tiny teacup that was arranged around the Barbie Princess table.
Mr. Shields stared at his daughter and smiled to himself. So this is what fatherhood is, he thought. It could take some getting used to, but I think I can handle it.
For the past 18months, Mr. Shields and his ex-wife had been going through a major divorce struggle. They were both battling for the custody over their most prized possession--Ashley, their four-year-old daughter. With him being a lawyer and her being a cake designer, they both had their pros and cons to their parenting styles. The judge said that he was looking for a decision "in Ashley's best interest". And that, apparently, ended up being joint custody. But in Andrew's opinion, joint custody would be like tearing her in two halves. What she needed was one full-time guardian; he even had half a mind to ask the judge to let Ashley choose who she wanted to be with.
But he of all people knew that the judge's verdict was final. And plus- the courtroom is no place for a child. It was bad enough that for the whole duration of the trial, his ex-wife had full-custody of Ashley, only leaving him with visitation rights on every other holiday. The judge had favored her from the beginning, so he considered himself lucky to get even partial custody.
"Daddy, you have to drink with your pinky out, " Ashley said as Andrew was raising the empty cup to his lips.
"Oh. Right." He grinned and stuck out his right pinky. He put the cup to his lips and "drank" the imaginary tea. Well, I guess I've got to be happy with what I got: every other two weeks with her, and every other holiday. He watched with jubilant eyes as she talked to the stuffed bear sitting across from her. As long as I get to see my little angel grow up, that's all that matters.
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That's a short one; these tend to be the ones that I actually do (or am somewhat literally forced to) put an ending to. So please- the floor is open! I am a big fan of constructive criticism, whether it's sugar-coated or shrewdly put. I really do take others' opinion about my writing to heart, because you all will be the ones reading when I'm selling on bookstands! But really, tell me what you think!
I've been slacking super-hard on posting. And I am just way too mentally exhausted to write about my personal views and thoughts. So here's my first story post. Yay!!!
-------------------------------------------------------------------
"Ohkay, so what's his name?" Mr. Andrew Shields picked up the stuffed yellow rabbit that was seated to his left.
"Her, Daddy. She's Tabbitha Hopspring."
"Oh." He sat the stuffed animal back down. He squirmed in the miniature chair and let his hands rest on his knees, which stuck out far above the table in comparison to his daughter's, which dangled just above the floor.
"Ohkay, Daddy, now that you know everybody at the table, we can start." She gracefully began to pour the "tea" into each tiny teacup that was arranged around the Barbie Princess table.
Mr. Shields stared at his daughter and smiled to himself. So this is what fatherhood is, he thought. It could take some getting used to, but I think I can handle it.
For the past 18months, Mr. Shields and his ex-wife had been going through a major divorce struggle. They were both battling for the custody over their most prized possession--Ashley, their four-year-old daughter. With him being a lawyer and her being a cake designer, they both had their pros and cons to their parenting styles. The judge said that he was looking for a decision "in Ashley's best interest". And that, apparently, ended up being joint custody. But in Andrew's opinion, joint custody would be like tearing her in two halves. What she needed was one full-time guardian; he even had half a mind to ask the judge to let Ashley choose who she wanted to be with.
But he of all people knew that the judge's verdict was final. And plus- the courtroom is no place for a child. It was bad enough that for the whole duration of the trial, his ex-wife had full-custody of Ashley, only leaving him with visitation rights on every other holiday. The judge had favored her from the beginning, so he considered himself lucky to get even partial custody.
"Daddy, you have to drink with your pinky out, " Ashley said as Andrew was raising the empty cup to his lips.
"Oh. Right." He grinned and stuck out his right pinky. He put the cup to his lips and "drank" the imaginary tea. Well, I guess I've got to be happy with what I got: every other two weeks with her, and every other holiday. He watched with jubilant eyes as she talked to the stuffed bear sitting across from her. As long as I get to see my little angel grow up, that's all that matters.
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That's a short one; these tend to be the ones that I actually do (or am somewhat literally forced to) put an ending to. So please- the floor is open! I am a big fan of constructive criticism, whether it's sugar-coated or shrewdly put. I really do take others' opinion about my writing to heart, because you all will be the ones reading when I'm selling on bookstands! But really, tell me what you think!
Sunday, September 9, 2012
I guess I should start by explaining the title.
Sleep I have this disorder called narcolepsy. It causes people to fall asleep spontaneously throughout the day. (I haven't necessarily been officially diagnosed with it, but I have enough humility to diagnose myself.) There are different levels, and, thank God, mine isn't that serious. [On a scale of 1 to 10, I would say it is a 2 or 3.] I just tend to fall asleep when I sit still in one place for hours at a time, such as in church or lectures (ESPECIALLY during lectures), or while riding in the car from Destination A to Destination B. Although it isn't significantly severe, it is embarrassing when I fall asleep early on a road-trip with friends, or when I'm nodding off while the keynote speaker is giving a speech. It often does raise question in people minds, and when I tell them, I've received a number of responses; some laugh, some become sympathetic, some become interested, and some just plain out don't believe me. Regardless, it's something that I have come to accept, but not submit to; I still anticipate to go great places in life, and I don't intend to let my eyelids stop me.
Sandwiches Sigh....I always find it even more embarrassing to explain this one. But I made this blog on the mindset of not holding anything back, so here it is!
About eight years ago, my parents made a huge investment: they purchased two Subway Sandwiches and Salads franchises. Sounds like the good life, right? WRONG. Although I have to admit that I wouldn't be the person I am today without the experience, it also served as a huge hinderance. SUBWAY BECAME MY LIFE. That's all I'll say for now, but I assure you that I will go in further detail in later posts.
Stories This was the only word that I could think of to sum up what I like to do. As I mentioned in the previous post, I am an aspiring author. I write all different kinda of things (except for poetry; I tried, and failed miserably. Maybe I'll post some of them every once in a while): Fiction, Non-Fiction, Autobiographies, Historical Fiction....you name it, I've probably written something about it at least once. Here's my problem: I can never finish anything. I will start, and it'll be really good....but then I'll stop. And once I stop, I never seem to be able to start again and maintain the spice and fire in the words as I did in the first sitting. But there WAS a time where I told myself, "Etinosa, you need to buckle down and actually get something published." And I did. Surprisingly, my first serious sets of writings were children's stories (which all of my friends found hilarious, because it totally contradicted my personality; one of my friends even forced me to let her read them prematurely so she could ensure that it was free of any sexual content). I'm cringing as I'm writing this, because the flash drive that these stories were saved on MAGICALLY DISAPPEARED about a year ago. I haven't mustered up the strength to start over, because deep down I still believe that somehow, I can retrieve the thumb drive from the dark hole that it absconded to. But as I'm typing this, I realize that it's a lost cause. So hey, maybe I will start again! (And give you guys a little sneak-peak before I try to get them published).
So that's me....The rest of the title is very broad, so I won't say much about it, except that you'll see what I mean in later post. (:
Sleep I have this disorder called narcolepsy. It causes people to fall asleep spontaneously throughout the day. (I haven't necessarily been officially diagnosed with it, but I have enough humility to diagnose myself.) There are different levels, and, thank God, mine isn't that serious. [On a scale of 1 to 10, I would say it is a 2 or 3.] I just tend to fall asleep when I sit still in one place for hours at a time, such as in church or lectures (ESPECIALLY during lectures), or while riding in the car from Destination A to Destination B. Although it isn't significantly severe, it is embarrassing when I fall asleep early on a road-trip with friends, or when I'm nodding off while the keynote speaker is giving a speech. It often does raise question in people minds, and when I tell them, I've received a number of responses; some laugh, some become sympathetic, some become interested, and some just plain out don't believe me. Regardless, it's something that I have come to accept, but not submit to; I still anticipate to go great places in life, and I don't intend to let my eyelids stop me.
Sandwiches Sigh....I always find it even more embarrassing to explain this one. But I made this blog on the mindset of not holding anything back, so here it is!
About eight years ago, my parents made a huge investment: they purchased two Subway Sandwiches and Salads franchises. Sounds like the good life, right? WRONG. Although I have to admit that I wouldn't be the person I am today without the experience, it also served as a huge hinderance. SUBWAY BECAME MY LIFE. That's all I'll say for now, but I assure you that I will go in further detail in later posts.
Stories This was the only word that I could think of to sum up what I like to do. As I mentioned in the previous post, I am an aspiring author. I write all different kinda of things (except for poetry; I tried, and failed miserably. Maybe I'll post some of them every once in a while): Fiction, Non-Fiction, Autobiographies, Historical Fiction....you name it, I've probably written something about it at least once. Here's my problem: I can never finish anything. I will start, and it'll be really good....but then I'll stop. And once I stop, I never seem to be able to start again and maintain the spice and fire in the words as I did in the first sitting. But there WAS a time where I told myself, "Etinosa, you need to buckle down and actually get something published." And I did. Surprisingly, my first serious sets of writings were children's stories (which all of my friends found hilarious, because it totally contradicted my personality; one of my friends even forced me to let her read them prematurely so she could ensure that it was free of any sexual content). I'm cringing as I'm writing this, because the flash drive that these stories were saved on MAGICALLY DISAPPEARED about a year ago. I haven't mustered up the strength to start over, because deep down I still believe that somehow, I can retrieve the thumb drive from the dark hole that it absconded to. But as I'm typing this, I realize that it's a lost cause. So hey, maybe I will start again! (And give you guys a little sneak-peak before I try to get them published).
So that's me....The rest of the title is very broad, so I won't say much about it, except that you'll see what I mean in later post. (:
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Finally created my own blog. This should be interesting.
The title is a little vague and wish-washy; this blog will display a variety of things, from my thoughts and stories (I am an aspiring writer), to strange phenomenons and flashbacks about my life. I hope you enjoy what I post, and hopefully I will get a few committed readers that I can have rely on me to continue posting. (:
The title is a little vague and wish-washy; this blog will display a variety of things, from my thoughts and stories (I am an aspiring writer), to strange phenomenons and flashbacks about my life. I hope you enjoy what I post, and hopefully I will get a few committed readers that I can have rely on me to continue posting. (:
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