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.