I can’t stay mad at you:
Do you hold grudges or do you believe in forgive and forget?
I have an older sister who is presently studying Law. She is sarcastic and she is often mean to me especially when I’m just being sweet. That is only normal to her. She is often mean to other people, too, not that she bullies them, but because of her sarcasms it is often perceived as being mean. She doesn’t usually mean it. She is just like that.
Now, because of her sarcasms, I am often offended. Offended in a way that I can’t always understand why she won’t just be sweet to me whenever I’m having a sweet mode.
Like, for example, one time when I was about to leave the house because I’ve got daytime classes, and she was busy studying at her table. I opened the room door and said to her, “I’m leaving~ Give me a goodbye hug~” She just actually looked at me disgusted and then she shut me out. Then I stood by the door, shocked, and I processed to my brain why she shut me out. But I opened the door again, and said the same thing, then she shut the door again, saying something like, “Eww…as if.”
It offended me in a way but it wasn’t enough reasons for me to hold grudges on my older sister. And yes, I believe that forgiveness is necessary every time you are offended, and I do forgive her every time I am offended–even though sometimes she doesn’t know it.
Well, I love my sister too much that I couldn’t seem to get mad at her even though there are opportunities that I could have been. Besides, getting mad for too long is not healthy for my heart, and if I always exercise that negative feeling, it would complicate things more in life. And honestly, I don’t like complicated things.
I do forgive. But memories remain. Like everyone else, I forgive but I cannot forget.
It is said that a man is not designed to forget. I believe on that. Forgiveness, however, is really tough and difficult to gain. Especially when someone has wounded you so much. But then again, I believe that you must forgive in order for you to be forgiven also.
Are you a night owl or are you the early bird? What’s your most productive time of day? When do you do your best work?
I’m a night owl woman, but I’m not always productive at nights. Ironic. Honestly, I am most productive at dawn, I can write up to 2 poems or conceptualize ideas in just one sitting. However, when I’m bored, really, really bored, my brain is then overly productive—why? Well, I’m bored and because of it I can easily make something out of nothing from those things around me.
5 major reasons why I get bored–
- Alone in the house or no one to talk to.
- Nothing to do that amuses me–no new movies, activities, etc.
- When “what I am doing now is what I did yesterday and previous days.”
- If there is no food or anything to eat
- Wednesdays–within a week, this is my most boring day for no apparent reason.
And so, when I get bored, my brain is amazingly active. Like, for example, when I have no one to talk to, I’ll just sit and face my boyfriend–computer, and start writing. It doesn’t matter whether I’m writing a new story, or continuing my unfinished novels, it doesn’t matter whether it’s a poem or an amateur lyric, what matters is that I’ve got to write something up or I’ll die in boredom–figuratively, of course.
In a way, there is a good disadvantage when I’m bored, because it automatically means I’m writing something good. But on the second thought, there is one disadvantage when I’m bored, and that is, I easily laugh at little things and I can’t get myself to stop.
Like what happened yesterday night, I was bored in our class because I was hungry, and I just laughed silently because I suddenly thought of our professor as “fried chicken” and my friend said to me, “Oh no, Jenine get a hold of yourself.”
“I’m bored.” I replied, restraining my laughs. “And it’s very dangerous when I’m bored.”
Because my brain is hyperly active.
Have you ever become obsessed with something? Tell us about something that captivates your attention like nothing else.
I was badly addicted to watching ANIME when I was a sophomore in high school. It went on until I was a freshman in college. And I got to the point where I participated in “costume playing” where I became a cosplayer myself.
Anime characters captivated my youthful years, they dominated almost 90% of my life in high school. I drew mangas and wrote my own comics (most of them were tragic and very, very sad), wrote several fanfictions in the internet, and had indulged myself in anime forums. I was so into it that it ruined my social life. Honestly, I could barely leave my addiction to animes if it wasn’t for the help of the Lord.
I was already twenty years old when I decided to abandon animes–a decision that was so hard to me back then. But then I had finally realized how it has affected my emotions then, my personality, and my personal relationship with people, especially my intimacy with the Lord.
By the grace of God, however, and praise the Lord, I was able to overcome that obsession. And immediately upon surrendering that addiction to God, I was inspired to write a book testimonial about my experience with anime addiction. The Lord inspired me to write a book about it, entitled, “Anime Fanaticism: Is It Spiritually Harmful?” and upon which I automatically gained negative feedback from the world. It didn’t surprise me though, I was expecting it because I’m going against the culture.
I can’t please everybody about the book. But I believe that there people out there who might need to read it, this book might even help them in giving insights on how to control anime addiction.
If you want to know how people think of my book, then you can read this writer’s book review at Deremoe. Behold, as expected, negative feedback from anime circle is heating up.
Tell us about a time when you fought authority and took a stand against “the man.” Did you win?
One time, me and my partner got into the third level Finalist during an IdeaSpace competition. We were asked to tape a video as we present our entry. When our mentor of the said competition saw me in the taping room, he said to me in a high brow, “Why are you here? So you’re still alive? I don’t always see you around at school. You’re always absent!”
I smiled, as it was my usual response to him, then said, “I’m not, Sir! We just don’t always meet.” I meant to say, “Our schedules don’t always meet.”
“You’re one month absent, aren’t you?”
“No, sir, I’m not. Just several weeks. How can I be here if I’m always absent.” I reasoned out, still smiling, because honestly, I just didn’t know how else to react. Our Professor, let’s call him Professor G, is our favorite teacher in school–I mean it sarcastically by the way.
Anyway, he was smiling at me but his smiles were turning dull, then sour, and then dull again. He was always like that when facing me, so it didn’t surprise me. In fact, I’m one of his favorite students in class in terms of recitation, humiliation, humor, and everything else. Honestly speaking, I often love going against him. And he loves giving me the hard ways.
“Don’t kid me around. You can’t tape today unless you go to the Guidance Office, bring me a letter signed by the Counselor.” Professor G told me cunningly.
“But why, sir? What letter?!” I said, and believe me, I was saying this with all the smiles that might actually creep him out. “I told you, I wasn’t absent for months, you’re just too busy to see me around.”
“Stop smiling now and bring me the letter.”
“You go figure it out.”
“Pfft. Alright.” I sighed in defeat.
When he was gone, my classmate whispered to me, “Hey, I’ve done that recently, too. I’ve got a sample, an apology letter stating your numbers of absences, you want a copy?”
“Cool! Let me…”
“By the way, he was scolding you and you were smiling. That’s creepy.”