Blog's 1st Birthday ^_^

Today, January 29, 2016, marks exactly one year of the start of this blog. So much has happened in this year and I appreciate all my viewers for experiencing everything alongside me. This blog has seen me be mischievous, conquer obstacles, travel, meet new friends, and achieve unthinkable goals. In a year, this blog has been seen in 30 different countries. My viewers come from United States, Russia, United Kingdom, Taiwan, Japan, India, Cyprus, Saudi Arabia, Canada, Barbados, Brazil, France, Italy, Turkey, Poland, Mexico, Romania, Singapore, Spain, Ukraine,  Germany, the Netherlands, Venezuela, Argentina, Czech Republic, Poland,  Malaysia, Israel, Hong Kong, and Indonesia. Thank you for the 3,000+ views and thank you for all the support <3

P.S. Please continue to read, share, and enjoy my posts. Thanks everyone. 我爱你们！

To Catch a Predator: The College Creep

STORY TIME:
The college I attend is very large and open. The security detail is present, yet not to intrusive. A couple of days ago, I started noticing this creepy guy who would walk around campus following African American girls to their classes and just walking around mumbling loudly (I didn't even know that was possible). Everyday he would be in the library or the surrounding areas and I am in the library really often so his presence was really unsettling . I noticed him looking at me in the library, but he never had the chance to follow me anywhere because I would time my exiting to when he would walk in the opposite direction. Yesterday, I was doing work on the computer and he walked over to me and said something. I had headphones on and I frankly did not want to engage. He kept talking to me so eventually I removed one headphone from my ear and said "what?" He looked insulted and said " I said you're very beautiful". If you've read my post on compliments, then you'd understand why I was not grateful for the compliment from the creepy guy. Then he says "My name is Sean" and I said "Ya, that's good." Then he says "Oh, you don't want to talk to me? Is it because I'm ugly?" I said " It's not because you're ugly, it's because I have work to do." He says " Ya me too." I placed the headphones back on my ears and he pretends to log in but I noticed he never touched the keys. Then he walked away to harass some other black females.  Later on in the day, I was talking to one of my guy friends who just so happen to be white. My friend actually told me that the creepy guy would walk past him and mumble rude racial things like "we hate black people". The creepy guy must have seen me talking to him because he didn't say anything to me when I was standing next to a male. When my friend went to class, the creepy guy came back an said "I thought you were going to help me with my work. Oh it's because you like white boys!" My first instinct is to disengage because this person clearly has issues. I just said "okay" and ignored him. So today when I went to class, I reported my strange observations to the local authorities. It turns out I was right! That guy doesn't even go to my college and he has been harassing a lot more people than I had witnessed,  so if he steps back on the campus he will be arrested for being a cowardly racist creep.

What I learned from this story: In all aspects of life, have courage and be brave<3

FoMO 0_O (Fear of Missing Out)

The fear of missing out is an actual problem emerging as a psychological disorder. I completely understand--in this age of social media, it seems like you can know everything about a person without every conversing with him or her. I do have a solution for people with crippling fomo. The best way to treat fomo is to attempt to rationalize the situation and distract yourself with another activity (besides social media usage).  I know when I've experienced fomo, it has occurred when I was using social media and I'd see people I know at a party or concert or just hanging out without me.  I've learned that pictures can be very deceiving.  For instance the other day, I posted a picture on Instagram that I  had taken a while back. Since I didn't add hashtag "throwback" or something suggesting I took the picture before it was posted, there was no way to prove I hadn't taken it that very Wednesday night. In addition, the times when I've had the most fun, my friends and I did not take pictures because we were too busy to document our every move.
If I ever feel fomo creeping in to bring me down or attack my self-esteem, I start searching for scholarships, writing poetry, reading, or literally any other activity to distract myself. I'm sure that if I wasn't invited somewhere, I'd be happier in my room in the comfort of my home rather than being out in the wrong place at the wrong time.

3,000 Views!!!! (☆_☆)*\(^o^)/* (*^_^*)

When your blog goes from 2,999 views to 3,000...

Camy's Corner just broke 3,000 views!!! ☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡
That's so crazy and amazing and just... unbelievable. Thank you for reading, sharing, and commenting on my posts. Thank you to my long time international viewers from  the United States, Russia, United Kingdom, Taiwan, Japan, India, Cyprus, Saudi Arabia, Canada, Barbados, Brazil, France, Italy, Turkey, Poland, Mexico, Romania, Singapore, Spain, Germany, the Netherlands, Venezuela, Czech Republic and Ukraine. Also, thank you to my newer viewers from Malaysia, Israel, Hong Kong, Argentina and Indonesia. I love you guys and thank you for all the support <3

P.S. Stay tuned for more posts :)

My 1st Time Experiencing Nostalgia

STORY TIME:

My childhood girlfriends 💯



I've missed these guys 💗

I went back to the primary school that is the freshest in my memory. The school were I spent 8 hours a day with the same 10-12 kids from kindergarten to 5th grade. The location where I last was truly innocent; I returned to that place. The nostalgia is heavy. The playground where I used to play is dirty and covered in cobwebs. The hallways I used to walk in are abandoned and filled with other misfit toys and machinery. The band room I learned to play the flute in is all boarded up and sad.  

 

The minute I saw my former classmates and first best friends my entire childhood was fully restored. Absence makes the heart grow so much fonder. When I saw them, my heart exploded with happiness and love and I could no longer control myself. We automatically hug each other. Brother and sisters no longer estranged. In 7 years, it's amazing how much we've all changed. Things that I thought were public knowledge, they didn't know. I feel really old when I say we "caught up", but we each told the group highlights of our time apart. We'll never lose our childhood bond. I know I'll always have a soft spot for all of them.

In life things change, its just really important to hold on to the people that keep you grounded. It's not about the location, it's about the people you're with.  All in all, I'm so happy I went back. 

 

The Best Compliment

Lately more and more people have been complimenting me saying (for lack of a better phrase) that I have my life together and that I will be going places. That is the best compliment I have ever received . Not "you're so pretty" or "you're so smart", but "you have your life together; you will continue to do amazing things and you're very successful". I appreciate it more because it signifies that I consistently present myself in a way that others perceive as successful.

The compliment "you're pretty" really only acknowledges the aesthetically pleasing part of a person. Some people value that, just not me. The compliment "you're intelligent" only acknowledges the academic achievement of a person. I feel like the compliment "you have your life together" is more of a holistic approach; it has a more complex and extensive rubric than that of simple physical attractiveness or intelligence.

I appreciate all compliments, but I really appreciated that one.

All of my viewers are successful and awesome <3

Writing Poetry When You're NOT Depressed

I don't know about everyone else but for me writing poetry is more difficult when I'm not depressed. Like last year, I wrote so much poetry because I was very often sad or stressed out. The emotions of sadness and anger are very strong emotions so it's an easy place to write from. However, this year I am significantly happier which make it more difficult for me to write meaningful poetry. I don't necessarily have writers block, but more that I find it difficult to find topics to write about. I don't want to write about how amazing my life is because that's only scratching the surface; not really displaying my true poetic talents. The best poems I have written have been out of a place of loneliness, stress, anger, or wistfulness. I guess I'll have to work on being a different type of writer or finding alternative methods of inspiration.

Not Even a Pageant Girl

STORY TIME:
So yesterday I decided participate in phase one of being a pageant girl. This process is surprisingly intricate. First, they mail you your secret code and the place and time to meet up. Then, you enter a room full of hopeful girls sitting on the right and their emotional support sitting on the left. You then fill out your application and make small talk with the surrounding girls until the presenter approaches the front of the room. She then begins her speech about this process, informing everyone of the main goal of pageants and the benefits of participation. From here, she reveals that what appeared to be a mere information session is actually our (possible pageant girls) first interview. The room gets really tense. In a brave attempted to distress her little lost lambs, she asked all of the people with no prior pageant experience to raise their hand. At that very moment, 97% of the people in the room raised their hands in synchronous. Everyone giggles a little which brings the room back to its original homeostasis. She then begins to send the girls-row by row- off to interview. I happened to be in the last rows so I got to see most of her speech uninterrupted.

She started of explaining how she's rather young and just got engaged (Congrats!) and went into the pageant details. The information session aka the preliminary round is when they provide information and preform one on one impromptu interviews. These interviews are to see if said potential pageant girls have personality. The presenter emphasized the importance of smiling to make a good impression on the interviewer. If the potential pageant girl gets accepted as a finalist, she then has to go to a 3-5 hour training class and another interview with the judges. The very next day is the rehearsal and final production. The final production is when the finalist model their casual wear, formal wear, and answer questions. At the end, a winner is crowned.

This was the point where I had to go to interview. I sat down with the interviewer and she immediately compliments me on my hair. She asks questions like ‘why do you want to be a part of the pageant?’ and ‘how would you rate yourself from 1-10?’ She was very nice and seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say. Of all the interviews, I believe ours was the longest, but that might have been because I like to talk (lol).

I’m really happy I stepped outside of my usual activities to participate in something so different. It really helped humanize the girls in magazines and the ladies from Miss Universe. It really showed that I can be anything I want to be, even if I’m not even a pageant girl.

If I were a pageant girl...

Everything Happens for a Reason

STORY TIME:
I was walking with a friend to the library when I saw another friend leaving the library. I-with nothing to do- went to walk with my other friend. He was on his way to class so I thought 'Why not' and walked him to class. I dropped him off, exited the right door and walked down the narrow path to go back to the library. As soon as I get back to the library, I see another one of my friends whom is attending the same class. So naturally, I walked her to class as well. Once again, I walked through the right door and took the narrow path on the way back to the library. Deja Vu, right?
Except on this walk back to the library, there is a student standing in the middle of the walkway. She is holding a cane out in front of her which leads me to the conclusion that she is blind. I can tell that she is lost because her face is exuding the universal signs of confusion. As she heard me getting closer, she snapped her face my direction. Taking the words right out of my mouth, she asks me "Excuse me, can you direct me to B Hall?" I reply "Of course. I'll take you." We start walking together and talking about our first semesters of college. It was possibly one of  the most pleasant life experiences I've ever had.

Helping that student felt good, not because she was visually impaired, but because I took the opportunity to help another person and she appreciated it.

This is Probably What Beyonce Feels Like

I have been booked to speak at the very popular open house of my academic institution. I have an audience of about 400-1000 people a night ( for two nights). I got to the venue 45 minutes early and people were already taking their seats. I warmed up a few other performers forgetting the words I so perfectly aligned. As the closing speaker, I feel a lot of pressure to do well and leave the audience in a good mood. I was introduced, stood up promptly, and approached the podium. I took a deep breathe and said "okay" before I started in on my speech. Talking to what felt like one million people was way easier than my early debate days when I would have 4-5 people watching me. Once the light is shined on you and everyone is staring at you, there is no time for stage fright. As I speak, I realize that I can be myself and give shout-outs to all the people that have helped me. I continue on to list all the amazing achievements and strives that I've made, and the audience starts clapping. The sounds of the applause fuels me to carry on through the speech and speak from the heart.  I start talking about my plans for the future and the audience continues to applaud me (for what I assume was my forward thinking). I conclude my speech like the way a pop star strikes a final pose at the end of a concert. I say the final words "thank you" and the audience erupts with applause. More than anything, I feel amazing because I delivered a quality speech and others respected me for it. Before I could even make it off stage well, people would come up to me to shake my hands, ask me questions, compliment me on my speech, or even just to congratulate me on all of my achievements.
The excitement of being backstage, the rush of performing, and the love of adoring fans. I just think to myself, "This must be how Beyoncé feels."

Here's a video of my performance lol: