Four: The Legend of Korra

After my tortuous journey through the week battling (and possibly failing) most, if not all, of my midterm exams I was finally able to finish watching the last four episodes of the first season of The Legend of Korra. So here's my take on the series.

All in all, the story line was amazing. It was just like reading the Harry Potter series. It made you feel like the story was written backwards--er, I mean they wrote the end first and worked their way to the beginning.  Every tiny detail or event in the first few episodes was connected to a much bigger picture and I'm all for ending a story with big revelations. However there are a few minor details that I can't help but express my displeasure towards it. 

1. Korra's I'm-the-chosen-one attitude

Or as I would like to call: The Harry Potter Complex. Out of all the books that I've read (not saying that I've read a lot) and characters I've analyzed, Harry proved to be the most arrogant of them all. No one asked him to save the world but he took it upon himself because he was, after all, the boy-who-lived. In fact, most of his misfortunes happen because of his tendency to meddle into the situation. For example, when Sirius black broke into Hogwarts to kill Peter Pettigrew Harry decided to go after Sirius and instead had gotten him killed. Without Harry, Sirius would have been able to kill Pettigrew, Ron would not have been bitten on the leg and dragged towards the Shrieking Shack and He (Harry) and Hermione wouldn't have to go through the trouble of going back in time and doing everything they did wrong, right.

The same goes with Korra. You just know that whatever she's about to do won't end well. She keeps charging into the situation just because she's the avatar. You're the avatar not God. You can still die. And she did. In an avatar sense when her powers got taken away and then she starts acting like a little bxxxx. Which bring me to her:

2. Emotional mood swings

It was beginning to dawn on me that I've disliked most leading female characters in books and movies because they can become so emotional its retarded. Like I sited two sentences ago, when her powers got taken away she was all sad and, "I'm going to cut my wrist and die and i'm worthless." (Okay, she didn't really say that but she might as well have) and as soon she got her powers back she's all smiles and, "Oh, life is so good i have my powers and this boyfriend that I stole from Asami.

3. What is the deal with Mako.

Another character that I've decided to not like is Mako because of the tendency he has of going back and forth to Korra and Asami. He's the Bella Swan of the situation and Korra and Asami are his Jacob and Edward. But in the end he chose Korra and I'm hoping that it's for love. Isn't strange that he just left Asami like that after she stopped being rich. (Now I ain't saying that he's a gold digger)

4. General Iroh.

Oh dear lord, please stop talking.

5. Happy Endings.

When it comes to series as good as this I truly despise happy endings because it gives you little imagination on what will happen when the second season comes. It's like once you introduce a happy ending, you've closed the story line. Korra ended with her getting her powers back and Amon "dying" which poses the threat that there might not be a second season. But, I am hopeful. Amon, I am sure is not dead yet. And Korra would still be Korra. I just wish they made her go on a spiritual journey like Aang to regain back all of her powers through merciless training. But I guess, like always, everything is handed to her in a plate.

Three: why do I have to "get well soon" when I'm just going to get sick again

I know I said I wouldn't talk about me and the pettiness of my life but it becomes extremely frustrating when you feel like every kind of virus out there is trying to attack you.

This has nothing to do with my colds. This was during my 7 day confinement  when I had measles (which were the worst  by the way). My measles happened only a week before my colds. Which explains my frustration.

I have colds, coughs and an imminent fever. My fever actually hit me last night reducing me to a shriveling prune. Needless to say I have to start taking better care of myself if I want to survive the rest of the year with this unpredictable and gloomy weather.

How not to get sick or at least lessen what you have to deal with according to me and possibly some people on Google: 

1.) Drink vitamin C.

This is something my mother would say--and she does. Almost every chance she gets. I don't really believe in vitamins so I never really take them (I don't believe them because I almost always forget to take them) which is fine if your days are filled with sleep and at least three square meals. But if not, take them. Drink four for all I care. The most they can do, other than keep you healthy, is turn your pee into a darkly shaded citrus drink. And speaking of drinks...

2.) Drink water

I don't care much for water because they don't taste like anything ("you don't say" moment) but it has been pretty reliable so far. They did once think that water was this magical substance that can cure the world--which it partly can. Water can:

Clear your skin.

Rehydrate you.

Give you a momentary feeling of fullness (If you're desperate, hungry and have very little money: invest in a bottle of water. It will buy you some time before the monster in your stomach takes over.)

Turn your urine really clear (Which is the ideal color of urine--or so I'm told)

3.) Eat.

When people get sick they turn into annoying, picky little eaters. It's as if nothing is good enough for them to eat even if it were made out of gold. One thing I learned about being sick all the time is to act like you're not sick. The sooner you get over your sickness the faster it will leave you. So eat even if you don't have the stomach for it. Eventually your sickness will get sick of you. I can't believe I just used that pun. Shame on me.

4.) Sleep.

Sleep has always been an important factor in not getting sick/getting better. I think one of the main reasons why my body can't seem to fight back these petty colds is because it doesn't have the strength due to my lack of sleep. Just last Tuesday I was up all night studying for my midterms. I finished reading (and memorizing) 36 pages worth of handouts. I slept at three and woke up at seven so I could go to school early and study some more only to find out that the test was only about the last five pages. Other than time well-wasted on not sleeping I also managed to stress myself out which brings me to...

5.) Get out. 

Take the time to take yourself out. This one I am trying to work on. I've done nothing but go to school and fulfill my duties as a features writer in my school's newspaper. Sometimes my work reaches till the Saturdays which doesn't leave me enough time to do anything for myself before Monday comes again. Before I thought stress was just an emotional or psychological thing but having too much of it eventually affects your body. In fact, when I went to the E.R. the day my measles erupted, the diagnosis for me was stress. I got measles because of stress? I just took her word for it. At least it gained me some pity points from my mom and she treated me like a princess for an entire week.

I'm not really expecting anyone to read this because this information is not exactly a state secret. It's called common sense--something that I apparently forgot how to use. Hopefully tomorrow (though I doubt it), I will be well enough by the time I get home. I can't let my parents see me sick again. I'm not in the mood for their rhetorical questions: "Do you have colds (cause I see you wiping you nose)?", "Do you have coughs (cause I can hear you)?", "Are you sick?"

Two: Google's version of you

For some strange reason people find it extremely self-absorbed to Google one's name. It's not. Sometimes it becomes a necessity to look up ourselves in the internet and see what "we" have been up to.

Here are some things I have found out about "myself" through the power of search engines. Note that these things are all truths just not truths about me. Obviously. I am neither male nor skilled in the arts of photography, rugby and politics.

According to Google I am:

1. A photographer and am apparently doing pretty well because I have my own website and url.

2. An Asian. Male. And dressed in corporate attires.

3. I am a member of the New Zealand Rugby League.

4. A French-born freelance industrial designer.

5. A "budding designer, developer and entrepreneur who just wants to make the web a better place".

However in reality I am:

1. A girl.

2. Not as Asian as my last name hoped I would be.

I did find a link to my facebook page. At least one result was me.

One: Cerebrate good times

Oftentimes, I stop myself from doing this. 

Blog--it still feels weird having that word tossed around in my mouth. For the longest time what a blog meant to me was signing up for a Tumblr account and re-posting everything I liked. Of course this only made my blog more like a photo album of people I have never met before instead of a montage of my "talents" and other "brilliant" achievements in life.

Which is, sadly, none. I've apparently wasted my life hating high school and lazing off during Saturday afternoons waiting for Mondays to claim me again. That did not give me enough time to be interested in anything other than how long it was going to take for the grass to grow outside my window.

And that leaves me with this humble skill of writing though not as brilliant as I would hoped it would be. Hopefully by forcing myself to formulate opinions and come up with witty lines I can improve my unpolished ability to put words together and form sentences that aren't painful to read.

Don't worry.

I won't write about how I wake up  at 7:30 in the morning to take a shower with cold water and brush my teeth with Colgate Advanced Whitening. Or how I would skip breakfast all together so I could head down to the office and spend a good five hours there just waiting for something to happen and when those five hours are done, I won't write about how I would dash to the next building, a good ten minutes away, to fight for a slot in the elevator and make it in time for class. Not even that my hair looked extra flat and that my jeans actually matched my shirt.

No, I wouldn't write about that.

And maybe I'll throw in a picture or two.