Top 10 Ways We Can Begin to Change the World (for the Better) in 2017

Santa creepy, hurry down the chimney tonight…?

First off, merry Christmas everyone! I think I haven’t posted in a month b/c finals, art, competitions, crap from my life, more crap from my life, and more crap from my life, so I better get started here…

Today, I thought, keeping with the festive Christmas (& end-of-2016) theme, I should post something about changing the world, especially for the better. Some are things that we mere mortals can do in our everyday lives; others will have to be done by charitable billionaires (Bill Gates u listenin’?) or organizations, but here are just my Top 10 Ideas for Changing the World in 2K17.

10. (Actually) Help a Homeless Person

This doesn’t have to be enormous: sometimes, just smiling & greeting them helps by cheering them up. If you have some odd jobs that you can offer them, then this is even better. They gain experience, money, a sense of accomplishment, and a potential career beginning as people see that they are skilled at something. That then may lead to a part-/full-time job, meaning that they can start on the road of becoming self-sufficient, which, in my opinion, should be the ultimate goal for not just financially distressed people, but for everyone. Of course, direct monetary & material donations help too, but there’s a saying somewhere along the lines of “Give a man a fish, & you feed him for a day; teach a man how to fish, & you feed him for a lifetime.”

9. Help the Environment…And Yourself

Retailers are now officially giving you free stuff (& coupons/gift cards) to recycle their products. Check out 10 of these retail chains right here!

8. Donate a Cell Phone

Though cell phones have gotten a bad rap from modern American society, I can’t help but expound their virtues. They are cheap, easy to use, and sturdy (especially Nokia phones; I have one myself, and I’ve probably dropped it at least 25 times (no joke), w/o any visible effect to the function of the phone). They’re also completely life-changing – w/ instant connection to the rest of the world, people can find job opportunities, dial someone for homework help, and, in some extreme cases, escape oppression, like in the example of Donna Rosario, as depicted by Charles C. Mann in his book 1493. Rosario, a Brazilian farmer, was at risk of having her land unlawfully confiscated by (corrupt) gov’t officials backed by Brazilian & international corporations. However, she was able to dial her lawyer when land inspectors came to confiscate her farm, and in the end she kept her farm, a very happy outcome considering how her parents’ farm, among others, was confiscated unlawfully just a couple of decades ago.

7. Give Poor Communities Internet/Phone Access

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I honestly think that connecting the world is probably the best way to alleviate poverty: if you look into the stats, most of the countries w/ the smallest GDPs are landlocked. Many, especially those in sub-Saharan Africa, are not poor in natural resources – they’ve got a decent climate for crops and numerous natural resources, such as gold. All they need is some method of “getting out” & connecting w/ the rest of the world.

Also, unless we have an unlimited supply of money, it’s not sustainable to keep donating money toward feeding these communities; what we need is to “teach them to fish,” to continue the metaphor begun in #10.

With the advent of phones & the Internet, it is easier than ever to connect the world. What we need is people to organize communities’ attempts toward connecting themselves: I propose establishing satellite connection in all inhabited areas, and having the communities pool money toward buying a computer & a phone each. Then, the inhabitants can share the computer & phone, getting, say, an hour per person per week of internet & phone time. Though it’s not much to us people living in developed countries, it can be 1) an enormous boon to education & job-training, 2) a way of connecting w/ others & opening the eyes to other cultures/places, 3) great for finding job opportunities & selling stuff online, and 4) fun – I mean, who doesn’t like looking at Twitter wars once in a while?

If the said community is, however, too poor to pool money for this type of purpose, then I propose having several communities pool money for a low-end Android smartphone (b/c iPhones are just too expensive – high-end ones cost almost $1000, while I’ve found $10 Android phones). If 12 communities come together, they can get 1 month each of smartphone time per year, and each community only has to pay less than a dollar to buy the smartphone. And I say smartphone instead of cell phone here, as people can both surf the web & call people using them. However, if it’s just for the individual, sometimes even $10 for a phone is too much – according to this website, South Sudan’s annual GDP per capita is just over $210.

6. Micro-Loans

Sometimes, even a loan of $20 can change a life. Read more about micro-loans here.

5. Reduce Trash

Need I say more?

*Also, kudos to this BuzzFeed producer for trying to make no trash for 30 days!*

4. Use Less Paper

Seriously, though, I actually know a guy who calls himself eco-friendly albeit having printed out his entire 700-page Chemistry e-Book & hand-writing all his papers & homework.

3. Talk to Someone Random

Who knows? You might gain a new friend, that person might need someone to talk to… Anyways, what’s there to lose?

2. Quit Wasting Food

The next time you go to a restaurant, consider taking your leftovers home in a box instead of having the waiter/waitress dump them; it really makes a difference. Not only are you saving yourself money by not having to buy yourself unnecessary food, but you are also helping the environment & people in need. Supermarket retailers, read this article to see what France is doing to alleviate their own food wastage problem.

1. Smile

It really can make someone’s day, beside being scientifically proven to change your own mood for the better.

i hate u, i love u, my dilemma

*Lyrics from My Dilemma 2.0 by Selena Gomez are in italics, my own additions are in block quotes, and the rest is from i hate u, i love u by the amazing gnash ft. Olivia O’Brien. BTW, i basically am obsessed w/ that song now – both of them are just too talented…*

Feeling used
But I’m
Still missing you
And I can’t
See the end of this
Just wanna feel your kiss
Against my lips
And now all this time
Is passing by
But I still can’t seem to tell you why
It hurts me every time I see you
Realize how much I need you


I hate you I love you
I hate that I love you
Don’t want to, but I can’t put
Nobody else above you
I hate you I love you
I hate that I want you
You want her, you need her
And I’ll never be her


Here’s my dilemma
One half of me wants ya
And the other half just wants to forget
My dilemma
From the moment I met ya
I just can’t get you out of my head
And I tell myself to run from you


But I miss you when I can’t sleep
Or right after coffee
Or right when I can’t eat
I miss you in my front seat
Still got sand in my sweaters
From nights we don’t remember
Do you miss me like I miss you?
Yes, I do.
Even more so, ’cause you were the only one who ever really understood me.
Insecure, I put on a poker face,
Try to pretend that I’m strong,
That I don’t hurt,
That I can play you,
That I can hurt others and not be hurt,
That I don’t need you,
That I’ve never loved you.
But I see you with her, and my heart breaks yet again.
I’m not jealous.
How could I be?
You belong with each other.
You never wanted that much to do with me in the first place.
It’s all just been in my head.
So, yes, I was the one who fucked up.
And I fucked up major.
Should’ve known you were out of my league,
Should’ve known to control my heart,
Should’ve known to not fall into love,
But now I’ve fallen, down, down into that goddamn trap, and I can’t come back up.
I hate you I love you
I hate that I love you
Don’t want to, but I can’t put
Nobody else above you
I hate you I love you
I hate that I want you
You want her, you need her
And I’ll never be her

If I pulled a you on you, you wouldn’t like that shit
I put this real out, but you wouldn’t bite that shit
I type a text but then I nevermind that shit
I got these feelings but you never mind that shit
Oh oh, keep it on the low
You’re still in love with me but your friends don’t know
If u wanted me you would just say so
And if I were you, I would never let me go

I don’t mean no harm
I just miss you on my arm
Wedding bells were just alarms
Caution tape around my heart
You ever wonder what we could have been?
You said you wouldn’t and you fucking did
Lie to me, lie with me, get your fucking fix
Now all my drinks and all my feelings are all fucking mixed
Always missing people that I shouldn’t be missing
Sometimes you gotta burn some bridges just to create some distance
I know that I control my thoughts and I should stop reminiscing
But I learned from my dad that it’s good to have feelings
When love and trust are gone
I guess this is moving on
Everyone I do right does me wrong
So every lonely night, I sing this song

I hate you I love you
I hate that I love you
Don’t want to, but I can’t put
Nobody else above you
I hate you I love you
I hate that I want you
You want her, you need her
And I’ll never be her
And I don’t want to be her.
All you’ll ever do is hurt her.
So I tell myself to run from you
But I find myself attracted to my dilemma,
My dilemma, it’s you, it’s you.

All alone I watch you watch her
Like she’s the only girl you’ve ever seen
You don’t care you never did
You don’t give a damn about me
Yeah all alone I watch you watch her
She’s the only thing you’ve ever seen
How is it you’ll never notice
That you are slowly killing me

I hate you I love you
I hate that I love you
Don’t want to, but I can’t put
Nobody else above you
I hate you I love you
I hate that I want you
You want her, you need her
And I’ll never be her
I know this is just a liminal phase.
I will get over you.
I will get over you.
I will get over you.
have to get over you.
And, oh, I tell myself to run from you,
But I find myself attracted to my dilemma; I just can’t get you out of my head.

‘Cause I’m always tired but never of you.

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Writer’s Block

I used to think that this can’t be possible because I love to write. Turns out I’m wrong as possibly can be.

I don’t know what else to say; after all, I haven’t posted in almost a month, and, TBH, the last post I did post also sucked.

I’m so screwed.

But even if I did have the inspiration, I don’t have any time to post anymore…I’ve just got so much schoolwork to do.

So I guess this is a deflated rant post.

I don’t know what I’m writing, but I just hope that I can get an actual post up here ASAP, or at least write something, anything, even if I don’t post it…’cuz I don’t know even if I feel anything anymore.

Silence: Type 1






The clock ticked as half the class sat open-jawed. The whole room was enveloped in a hopeless silence, a silence unbreakable after the teacher yelled at Ashley that she was a “stupid, fat waste of space.”

My first reaction was panic, but then, all I wanted to do was slap that Mr. Jones. Ashley may be probably the stupidest kid in the class, but she was also by far the nicest. She gets picked on all the time, but the truth is that she’s just misunderstood and underappreciated.

Apparently, no teacher cares about how she went hungry for lunch one day after giving her own bagged lunch to a homeless person that she’s never even met before. No teacher cares about that type of thing. All they care about is the last test she flunked.

I wanted to say something, but I didn’t want to get myself into shit. So, I stayed silent.

And the class gaped and sat silent.



The clock ticked and tocked, until it hit the 3:45 mark. Slowly and solemnly, we all filed out of the classroom, some of us too angry to laugh or talk, others too scared of Mr. Jones to do so.


I was crying in the dark, taking care that my crying doesn’t turn into sobs, taking care that he doesn’t hear me, taking care that I at least appear strong on the surface.

Let’s just say that I failed miserably.

I was thinking about all the times that he manipulated me, like the other day when he threatened to leave with her, when he told me that he wouldn’t love me anymore if I told them, when he tied me to that chair, when two days later I was stupid enough to tell him that I still loved him.

I lay there without a sound, thinking to myself, rivers of tears flowing uncontrollably down my cheeks.

I turned over.

My hot tears had already cooled on my pillow, the result being that I was basically laying in a cold swamp of damp feathers and cloth. I know I had basically ruined my pillow, so I commanded myself to quit crying, but it just wouldn’t happen. It’s like the tears were alive with a mind of their own.

I wanted to go to the bathroom. His arm was around me, so I knew I’d risk waking him up, but at that moment, I simply didn’t have any shits to give anymore.

So I gently got his arm off of me, got up, and looked back. Okay. Still clear: he still seemed sound asleep. I tried to walk to the bathroom, and nearly tripped in the darkness.

I sat on the toilet lid for a while, trying to calm myself down (to limited success).

Then I took an aspirin and went back to bed, this time without tears but with a bad case of hiccups.

I tried to think my life through: how in the actual fuck did I get involved in such a screwed-up, toxic relationship. And the answer…

I have no fucking clue whatsoever.

Maybe it’s just one of those relationships where we have this twisted love of each other.

It’s where I love him to death but there’s still a deep, wide gap between us, a dark abyss of unknowns to wade through before we actually get to know each other.

And both of us are too afraid to start, to break the silence.

Maybe it’s ‘cuz we both want to love, to be loved, to have the feeling that someone will actually give a shit if we died tomorrow.

And ‘cuz both of us know that our real personalities aren’t all that lovable.

Or that we just love this aura of mystery, of not knowing each other too well, of…

“Zing! Zing! Zing!”

My alarm went off.

I was laying on the bed in a confused mess when he came into the room. I asked him the time.

He said, “Honey, it’s 2 in the afternoon.”

I relaxed. I could finally see why the night seemed so long.

Two minutes later, I was brushing my teeth, the familiar feeling of his hand in my hair. My reason told me to shrug off that arm, get away from him as fast as possible, but I somehow simply couldn’t do any more than just theorize about leaving him.

Half an hour later, we were making love again.



It was 3 a.m.

My calculator read 12.35603. I hovered for a moment between truncating and rounding up. Just to be on the safe side, I wrote down 12.36.

Whew. Another subject done. Two to go…Science and History, right? Wait, or did I also have homework for French?

I logged onto Veracross, and checked what I still had to do for tomorrow. I crossed my fingers, hoping that I could go to sleep before 4 a.m.

The website loaded.

And it loaded.

And loaded…

And loaded…

Just fucking tell me what I have for homework tonight already, you asshole of a computer!


Beach ball.

Oh, shit. The Beach Ball of death…again.

I shut all my windows and reopened them, all the while wishing that I were dead already.

I stretched a little, hoping that it would help my headache: my head was spinning with fatigue caused by a hopeless caffeine crash resulting from drinking three cups of coffee in four hours.

For about the twentieth time in a month, I broke down.

Does everyone’s life have to be so hard? No, I don’t think so. Then I remembered the words of Ryan Higa on the topic of FWP (First World Problems). JUST SUCK IT UP, I thought, the kids in Africa have it a helluva lot worseAt least I’m eating three meals a day.

The webpages slowly came back to life.

I clicked over to Calendar on Veracross to look at my assignments and possible tests and quizzes.

I blinked. I simply couldn’t believe it. My Science and History homework were all due next week, not tomorrow, not even this week. Whew. Three hours’ work saved for another night, or, should I say, another morning.

But I still had my French homework.

“#2 C’est à Toi, Traduction p. 20”

Okay. This is easy work. Unless if I’m an absolute bozo, this will go fast.

“C’est à Toi #2

  1. As-tu jamais lu le journal…”

I wrote down the answers, knowing that in my fatigue my handwriting was almost illegible. But I still kept going. After all, I simply couldn’t care about anything other than going to sleep.

4:00 a.m.

I raised my head from my desk and stretched, realizing that I’ve been in the same position for at least six hours.

I looked around, seeing the first hints of light pouring in through the cracks in the blinds.

I opened the blinds in my room.

I saw the quiet dawn outside.

The empty highway, that in less than three hours will become full of rush-hour traffic again.

The almost-invisible wisp of what you would call a cloud.

The green grass in a last gasp for life before everything turns yellow and dry.

The little sliver of what you would call a moon still holding on to the last moments of night before the day began anew.

Two beautiful stars, twinkling in the last dark before it became light again.