Latest Posts by qaukc - Page 3

third culture kids moving back to their country ( me ) have to be studied because

the people in the foreign country were racist to me

the people in my country see me as an outsider

other overseas kids don't relate to me anymore

wannabe overseas kids in my country are just annoying

man ts 💔

why am I yapping I got a bio mock tomorrow I haven't studied for

some of you guys didn't grow up as the ugly sibling and it shows

( I am projecting )

my observations as someone who's been debating for less than a year; debate kids piss me off but honestly they can be fine

also parliamentary > muns ( I love mun drama tho )

the fact that people are just realizing how peak south asian women are and how beautiful our culture rlly is

I feel like we live in an era where racism towards south asans is at an all time high, yet people are also gravitating towards us and realizing we're actually normal ( and beautiful ) people

I wanna do fencing so bad you don't get it like I wanna do fencing and archery and horse riding and make motorbikes and cars and tech stuff in general and work out and spend the day studying at my elite university and my nights at downtown dubai ( ok but uptown >> ) riding motorbikes and attending fancy art exhibitions and fashion shows

seeing semi-rich white kids complain about how hard it is to get into ivies because they're not from a third world country low income family pisses me off because like

you're the blueprint vro 💔

why did I take 10 subjects for igcse. who did I think I was. like I really looked at add math and thought; yea, that's the perfect one

my mother deserves the world and honestly so does my father he's just got childhood trauma or something

no cuz why is the song "in the rain" from miraculous making me cry this hard. I just want a love as dramatic as theirs how hard is that

also season 6 has officially ruined the whole story for me so now I just binge watch season 1

ignore my last post I was feeling silly

Two paths; each similar but with different outcomes.

the initial part is always full of despair. No matter what you do, you can't escape the disaster that ensues. Like black dye being injected into a lake, your bad luck will seep deep into your life and consume everything. It will be slow but painful. Every time you set a long term ambition, you will have to venture through the flames of hell to try to get there. The worst part is, it will always happen. And you'll be forced to watch as others give half as much and get what they want at the snap of a finger.

One path will end in misery, in you lying in your own now black blood dribbling out over your wasted efforts. The efforts in vain.

The other will end in a heavenly bliss, with a climax so beautiful you almost forget your pain and assure yourself that it was an easy path. The scars will fade and the memory have a joyous ending. Victory comes to those who wait, after all.

But what if you never realize if there is truly light at the end of that tunnel? what if you continue swimming for your life and the years pass and you realized it was a wasted fantasy? what will happen when reality comes crushing down on your poor, heavy, drained head?

Tired? no, no. Continue, the light is there!

Where? When?

Hush. just continue.

study like your life depends on it, because it does.

Educate yourself. Set that alarm for 3:47 AM because you feel like it. Read Oscar Wilde and Sylvia Plath. Fill that white board on your wall with quantum equations. Read opinions and beliefs about the origins of the universe and its nature today. Write passionately, whether it's a fanfic or poetry. Drink black coffee and green tea. Prioritise skincare over makeup and do calisthenics. Learn about the stock market. Watch lectures on philosophy and psychology. Practice your mental math. Learn the anatomy of the human body and coding languages, 'cuz why not.

becoming educated as hell is just step one. The best part is, you can do it anywhere, anytime. On your bed on a Sunday morning, in the car, at a boring party and while you're waiting for your order. On Youtube, Khanacademy or talking to someone who thinks they're better than you.

Educate yourself.

her eyes.

hues of cerulean and sun dust dance around in the glassy hemisphere. Lapiz stripes stagger towards the dainty iris that contrast the dents of ice, reminiscent of more than the twilight sky, more than the soft foam of the sea, more than the star littered galaxy. The gold, however, is simply the cherry on top. Of a rose-gold territory, the flakes prettily adorn the perfection, taking it a level higher- not perfect, but heavenly. When she peers at you with her eyes, she's not looking- she's mapping. For her eyes are not just visually a hue of mystery, but instead a tinted window to the similarly heavenly psyche that waits to be seen.