Reflections

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So, I am almost two decades old. Maybe I should say twenty because it sounds better that way. It is nothing really to celebrate because I have thinking a lot lately. I am so old! Besides that, what have I really done that stands out that I can reflect upon and think, ‘gosh, I was such an exciting human being’.That will never be the case. Did you know that just two days ago I did not once leave the house, I mean, not even walking out of the door to take a whiff of the fresh air and take in some sun; I was cooped in the house the whole day and I only realised it when I went to bed that night. And I did promise myself when the year started that this year, things were going to be different. I was going to get out more or do something that is spontaneous and fun once in a blue moon. I promised myself to live the Chocolate Lifestyle. This is a theory I invented last year that one should not always be Vanilla! Alright, let me translate. A vanilla lifestyle is a way of living that is plain, boring and safe just like the colour and taste of vanilla ice cream for example. The chocolate lifestyle is more adventurous, daring and bold, just like the colour and taste of chocolate anything really. And I wanted to be chocolate for a bit this year...yeah, it’s not working out so great, I mean, I lead a boring life and it’s pretty much been like that for quite a while, almost twenty years. I do have a lot to be thankful for, but adventure is not one of them. Oh well, are you chocolate or vanilla? You can be strawberry too, if you are in between? I am not even strawberry, haha.
Anyways, until next time...

Tears of Joy

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Haven’t you always wondered why some of us cry when we are laughing? Think about it. A less than funny joke seems to crack you up and tears flood your face all of a sudden? Then you think to yourself, gosh I am crying...but I am laughing, at the same time. Then the people sitting next to you ask if you are crying when evidently they can see that...well, its quite confusing to others really what you are doing. Well, I did a little research and according to Ziggie’s sources, one can cry to the ‘point of tears’, as they put it, and the term they use is ‘psychogenic tearing'; anywho, the explanation to this is that one can cry to something that makes them sad and equally that makes them happy. Basically, crying is a response to emotion either good or bad...and then there’s more scientific stuff until the end which is a bit confusing. It does not explain everything though because this is a phenomenon I should say, under investigation. If the reason for laughing to the point of tears is as above, then why don’t we all do it? Why does it only affect some of us? Is it hereditary? I want to know. You know, it gets frustrating, for me, when for example I am watching television with my family and something funny happens and then we all laugh. But then if I find something really funny, I happen to shed tears. Then, everyone would have stopped laughing by the time I start crying because, well, the joke was not really that funny to begin with. Then I have to drag myself to another room for five minutes to try and compose myself because everyone else is trying to follow the show they are watching and I am disturbing, still laughing at something that happened fifteen minutes ago (bare in mind that this was just an example). Well, stay tuned for more "Body Wonders". From Ziggie with love!

Freshman Bye-bye

I know, I know; I promised that I would not abandon my blog for long periods of times. But I have been really busy believe it or not with exams. Yes ladies and gentlemen; this day officially marks the first week after freshman year. You probably expect me to be jumping off my sofa right now and doing my special celebratory dance (what, you don’t have one?) but no. If this was a few months ago and I could see myself I would not believe it, but I am sad that freshman year is over. You should be sad too because now I have nothing to complain about hence my blogs. If you don’t see it and are in fact terribly annoyed by my complaining, think about the wonderful things we talked about during freshman year: Ringo (my favourite), all the zigmonkies (rolls off the tongue does it not?), the colour evaluation, all the titles that begin with freshman...something, like this one. You see it don’t you. Well this should be an important lesson to us all. Compare it to married couples for example who cannot stand each other and then the other one leaves for a month on work or dies and then they miss the whole reason of companionship. So, do not take things for granted. You just might lose an importance to your life and start missing it and regretting. Look at me; I have lost the one experience that will cost me a few great ideas for blogs. So here’s to you freshman year; thank you for being a pain in the beehive! Until next time folks...
The divine Ziggieness :)