Save Your Words For War

Hello people. No this is not a complaint post. I have decided try to stop being annoying and I am deliberately thinking about happy things like rainbows, unicorns and bubbles. I will not sound depressed or suicidal. I am going to try sounding positive. Positive positive positive. Here’s a smiley for you. 😀

I am having my trials right now, and I shouldn’t even be facing the computer but I seriously cba. (Look that up urbandictionary.com if you’re desperate.) I’ve decided not to pressure myself too much. As long as I get full As. As long as I get full As. As long as I get full As. And if I don’t, it’s just trial, not even PMR. And even if it is PMR, it’s just PMR, not SPM.

This kind of thinking has got me feeling pretty laidback. I don’t know if it’s good, but I’m not going to pressure myself. Unless someone happens to ask me about my results, which I picture it going on like this:

Stranger: So how many As you got in trial/PMR?

Me: 7As.

Stranger: Hah? What? Why? Why didn’t you get 8As? Was it hard? Or did you not memorize enough? Did you not do well enough?

Then, only will I resort to slit myself open in shame and punch the aforementioned person in the face.

Well done, Michelle. Look where you’re headed in this positive! positive! positive! post.

I have History, Geography and Math papers tomorrow. I really, really can’t be arsed to touch Math and Geo, which just leaves History.

I don’t get History. I will never get History. Why should we bother learning about local wars that don’t make a single impact in this world? Don’t bother. I’ve complained about this over and over and yet nothing is done. I would rather learn about Nazi Germany. So many Jews died, and people here can only complain how the British came and took reign, when in actual fact, were it not for the English, everyone would still be living in jungles with leaves used as toilet rolls.

I reread Jasmine’s ‘Behind That Shiny Resume’ once again and she wrote something along the lines of how ‘Malaysian students were apathetic’ and how ‘rigid rules like no correction fluid and short hair are completely unnecessary’. It’s a good book, you should pick it up. This is her blog.

I don’t even know why I wrote this. I guess I didn’t want that depressed post to stay on top for too long. Everyone just forget I ever posted this.

I’m terribly sorry.

I’m sorry I messed things up again. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I never manage to do the right things. This is mental, I’m being such an attention whore this is so despicable of me. I don’t know what I’m thinking or doing most of the time and I realise I’m living my life absolutely the wrong way but I’m confused and I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. Someone come and shake some sense into me please I’m so sorry. I’ve hurt so many people, and all this is just my fault. Please please forget about me, forget you ever met me, all I do is make people sad and hurt and I end up hurting myself in the process and my life isn’t worth living at all. Please I’m so so sorry. Everyone should just forgot I ever existed. This is just another one of my petty ways to grab people’s attention and I’m so sorry for this. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being in your lives.

Miserable At Worst

I try not to be pessimistic, but I’m sorry. Things were pretty terrible for a while two weeks ago and then at least it got better a little and now I’m overwhelmed all over again. I guess you can say last weekend was the central point of my life where my self-esteem really sank to the deep pits below, and I couldn’t climb out of it however hard I tried. This might sound cheesy, but I don’t even know what on Earth is happening to me right now. Everything has changed so much. Suddenly I stop seeing myself as the queen of everything because that’s all I’ve been doing lately, thinking that I’m really great at everything but now I realise I’m not and even though I know it’s my own fault and I blame myself only, it doesn’t make things better. Apparently I’ve started to like someone but all I ever think is how useless and worthless I am so of course no one’s going to pay me any attention because there are better people out there, so much more better than me yet I’ve failed to see that for so, so long. I can’t believe how ignorant I was too ignore that fact but I guess I knew it all along and just tried to hide it for some time, until now it’s finally tore free of its restrictions to haunt me forever. And I will always be left out because I’m not good enough for them. Or anyone else, for that matter.

Newsflash

Saturday July 31, 2010

Hard work earns happy results

TRAINING under the watchful eyes of their seniors for several weeks helped the SMJK Keat Hwa lower secondary team clinch this year’s RHB-The Star Mighty Minds Challenge 2010 in Kedah.

The seniors in the school’s upper secondary team were the state champions and the national first runners-up last year.

Present team members Yeo Mi Xia, Chew Khai Yi and Tai Wei Wen, all in Form Three, trained with the seniors in preparation for the challenge.

“We studied last year’s questions and searched the Internet for more information as we did not know what kind of questions would come up during the challenge this year,” said Yeo.

Yeo admitted that the most challenging part was the hands-on challenge since they had limited time to prepare the model.

In the Kedah stage, 15 lower secondary teams had to construct a model of a blender with a rotating blade operated by motor complete with a control switch.

“We were afraid that our model would not function properly but in the end, it turned out fine,” said Chew.

This year’s Kedah upper secondary team winner SMJK Keat Hwa II said they were surprised to be named the winner as the team was formed only a couple of weeks before the challenge.

Team members Choy Wang Lynn, Ooi Ting Qian and Ng Yu-Yang, all 17, however believed that their cool and collective attitudes had helped them to face all the challenges.

“All of us worked together by allocating certain subjects that each of us must tackle so that we could help each other during the challenge,” said Choy.

She said the team did more research on general knowledge through the Internet as part of the their preparation for the final that would be held in Klang Valley in October.

The other winners in the lower secondary category were SMK Agama Yan (2nd place), SMK Sultan Badlishah (3rd place), SMK Pendang (4th place) and SMJK Keat Hwa II (5th place).

In the upper secondary category, the second place was won by SM Sains Sultan Mohd Jiwa, SMJK Sin Min (3rd place), SMK Bakar Arang (4th place) and SMJK Keat Hwa (5th place).

The winning teams in both categories took home RM3,000, RM2,000, RM1,000, RM500 and RM300 respectively while the schools of the first, second and third placed winners received RM2,000, RM1,000 and RM750 respectively.

The competition is jointly organised by Star Publications (M) Bhd and RHB Banking Group, while the food and beverage sponsor is McDonald’s Malaysia.

RHB Bank Berhad Kedah/Perlis Area manager Hasmah Jusoh, RHB Bank Kedah/Perlis business support manager Roha Fauzi and Star Publications (M) Bhd Northern Circulation Manager Oun Sui Leng gave away the prizes to the Kedah winners.

The challenge is divided into two categories: lower secondary (Forms One to Three) and upper secondary (Forms Four and Five). The next stage of the challenge will be held in Penang (Aug 1) and Selangor (Aug 7 and 8). The national finals will be held in Klang Valley in October.

But hey, congrats, Mi Xia. If anyone deserved first place at all, it was definitely you and your team.

Mighty Minds Challenge 2010

And it comes the time when I find myself staring at the blank WordPress text box, bracing myself for a whole recount of an event that is supposed to be significant in my tardy life. It so happens that my creative juices function less at the period of time and I might just end up writing less than expected, or, in my case, less descriptive/interesting/optimistic than last year’s experience which got 141823423492187209 views and comments from people all over the country.

Okay, so here I go.

This morning, I woke up early to attend the Mighty Minds Challenge, organised by RHB Bank and The Star newspaper, held at Alor Setar Mall. Teacher Halimah texted me the previous day reminding me to turn up at 8.30am but I got there at 8.35 so you cannot imagine how nervous I was when I arrived and found no familiar faces staring back at me. Well yeah, there are some people I recognise from other schools but when you step foot on a public venue filled with scary strangers who stare you down like a midget, the only people you wish to see are people you see at a regular basis. It turned out I was the opposite of late and everyone arrived later than I did. But Nadia was the last so everyone was poking her as we made our way to the registration counter. Omey, Razan and I were Group 43, and Nadia, Diana and Moksha were Group 42. And naturally, Teacher Halimah went all, “Oh, Michelle, you’re the group leader so if there’s anything needed talking, you talk.” Great. So we got our keypads and entered the ‘quiz hall’.

I can ensure you, this year’s quiz was a million times harder than last year’s. I felt my confidence sink a few feet in my stomach whenever I made a mistake and I wasn’t proud of it because most of the time it was just me and my rash actions. Oh, and good work on the symbolism. Mr Acid, Mr Water and Mr Electricity. There was this question that actually made me perk up; something about Mr Ant and Mrs Grasshopper were having a ballroom dance and they gave 4 pictures asking which one shows a ballroom dance. It was the best question, compared to the others because the others were hard as hell. Thanks to Omey, we got the question on penicillin right, and thanks to Razan, we got the question on the vertebrae right. There was this goldfish question where we very nearly got right but we didn’t. And there was also this question that made me furious. So the emcee showed the question, skipped to the answer choices, and skipped to the question again, and so we were flailing about because we couldn’t key in the answer so we thought at least he was going to ask who hadn’t keyed in an answer yet and wait for them to do it like every question but this time, he didn’t. It all happened so fast we didn’t have time to react and yes I’m still being bitter about it because any excess marks, any at all would make a huge significance, which I would explain why later.

So 20 questions ended just like that, and I more or less felt immensely dejected. And then came the results: aaaaaaaaaand Nadia’s group just made it to the Top 15, ranking at the very last of the fifteen spots. Group 43? Nope, no forty three in there. Okay. Cool. But the thing was, it wasn’t cool at all. It was an embarrassment because I did so well last year, not even ranking the last and this year, none at all? I was prepared to moan and mope around until the emcee said, “Group 26 , you are disqualified because your group only has two members, so the 16th group, you are qualified to the next round!” And he clicked the next button and out popped the second page of the results on the screen and guess who was the 16th team?

US. GROUP 43. US.

So I was practically crying and hugging Omey and at a loss for words and on an adrenaline high and I still couldn’t get over it even when we had a half hour break.

So then the F4F5 quiz was over and it was hands-on challenge. I know I should have said something like ‘oh I’ve already joined last year so I’m not too scared blah’ but I couldn’t even bring up a brave face because I was just…turkey. So we entered battle ground and my jaw dropped once again when we were given the title for the challenge.

(This is all I can recall from memory.)

You are instructed to construct a model of a blender with a motor complete with a switch.

Materials:

  • 2 plastic cups
  • 1 plastic cover
  • 2 metal rod
  • a roll of wire
  • a motor
  • a switch
  • a battery holder
  • 2 batteries
  • 5 tongue depressors
  • 2 chopsticks
  • 2 satay sticks
  • 3 thumbtacks
  • 1 pin
  • a ball of plasticine
  • a polystyrene board
  • etc (materials that I forgot or can’t be arsed to use)

And, unlike last year, the upper + lower secondary students had their hands-on challenge together. The time limit was an hour and a half so we were basically flailing about all the time. We settled for the normal blender-shaped model (did that even make sense?); one cup on the top, one cup on the bottom; tongue depressors made into blades of four in the top cup, the motor and the rest of the circuit in the bottom cup, and the motor connected to the blades through a hole in the two cups. It seemed like a brilliant idea, right? Yeah, we thought so too. We were jumping with joy when we tested the circuit and everything was working fine complete with the switch and all but when we pieced everything together the damned thing wouldn’t work. No matter how many times we took everything off and pieced everything together again it was useless. Time was running out and we had to leave our model like that, not functioning, but at least it resembled a blender.

We found out Nadia’s group wasn’t faring too well either, so we weren’t exactly high on enthusiasm. So I went around asking Mi Xia and Wei Xing and people from other schools if theirs were functioning and most said no so at least that perked me up a little. And so we wandered around a little looking like little kids on their first trip to the mall.

So if you think we people from Asma are book loving nerds, think again. I think ‘retarded’ would be a more suitable phrase.

So we were having fun because we weren’t worried about the upcoming oral presentation, because we were positive we weren’t going to qualify. But between you and me, I personally thought my group had a teeny chance of winning it. I mean, if most of them cannot function, the judges would go for presentableness, right? And I thought ours was pretty presentable. So I was contradicting myself most of the time, do I want to win? Well, yeah. But if we qualify, we’d have to go through oral presentation, which is scary beyond anything. So I was worried off my mind all the time, wishing the judges would hurry up and announce the results so I could go home early or get prepared for what’s next.

And finally, they started to announce the results.

The five teams from F1F2F3 were SMJK Keat Hwa (Mi Xia’s group), SMJK Keat Hwa II, SMK Sultan Badlishah, SMK Agama Yan and the rest I honestly cannot remember. I don’t even know if I got the names of the school right, so soz.

I don’t know if I was relieved or disappointed. Both, I guess, but very soon I lapsed into one of my depressed moods for no reason and I guess I’m still not feeling too good but I’ll stop now because this is meant to be a happy post and I don’t want to stain this post with my depressing moans.

To Love (via Inkless Tales)

This is just great. I love you Sasha.

I was born with a purpose.To love and to be loved. I have experienced many types of love. One may not fully fathom the real meaning behind this strong word, but it takes experience to know what it is I'm trying to say. I have felt the love of a mother. I have understood the incomprehensible feeling of being in love with one of another gender. I have lived to feel the materialistic love the world has offered. Ultimately, I have felt the love of Go … Read More

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This Isn’t A Title.

Hi. I assume that if you’re reading this, you must know me, in a way. As a friend, family, neighbour, acquaintance, whatever. And I am very sorry to say that I have let you down, one way or another. I am not the person I used to be. I looked through my old WordPress posts and all I see is this cheerful, bubbly teenager who posts happy things that her heart desires and people actually like her and care about her and think highly of her. But if you just look at my later posts, or just plainly look at myself, this girl who has gained so much weight from all the hours of wasting her life away, her face full of weariness and acne and her sloppy manner, you would think differently. Because this isn’t the girl who likes Twilight, ends almost all her sentences with an exclamation mark, and blogs about almost everything in her life. I’m sorry but it would be safe to say that no one will ever understand what is going on with me and what I think about the whole time. I think it would also be safe to say I don’t have friends, and it’s not their fault at all because I’m the one who constantly lets them down and I don’t deserve friends like them. It might also be the fact that I see everything through hateful eyes nowadays. I get angry easily and I start to loathe everything and everyone around me. I do not wish to name names because ridiculous as it seems, people actually still read this blog when I am not worthy of anyone’s attention. There is just this prison around me and the whole world, and no one can ever get in. And I don’t think I’ll ever have the courage to let anyone in either. You probably don’t know how many times I cry at school, or anywhere else for that matter, just because sometimes I feel so bloated I just had to explode, and sometimes I feel so empty I couldn’t even open my eyes and face the people around me. And then I see my friends, everyone talking so happily and I feel a pang of guilt and I didn’t want to budge in because I would be irritating. I remembered this time after school at the canteen and the school porch, and I was just weeping, and I didn’t even know what to do or what to think and all I could think about was trying not to think because if I did I would just cry harder and it would make things worse. But sometimes I’m so happy and high and I couldn’t stop talking to the people beside me but then I would remember that they would think I was disturbing and annoying as fuck so I would stop and never utter a word. And very often, I feel….restricted. Like my whole body was being held back from something so essential and important and I felt very very uncomfortable but I didn’t even know what to do about it. It would get so uncomfortable until I had to get up and walk it off or sleep it off but usually it won’t work and just goes away on its own. I dare not walk with my friends in the same row anymore because I always felt like the odd one out and I would just walk alone. And sometimes I hated everyone so much I wish I could walk right out of the classroom and sit alone with my thoughts. And sometimes I felt so alone and abandoned but no one was there to wait for me. I dare not ask them to wait for me, because I would be a nuisance. I have and will always be a burden no one is willing to carry. And I am just so tired of working and studying so hard because sometimes it just makes me so much more uncomfortable, worse than those restrictions I felt. But sometimes it also proved a worthy distraction from unhealthy thoughts so it was okay. My mum says I think too much and my dad says too but it’s not like I can control it. I hate my mind. It makes me feel so naive and vulnerable. I break down so easily it projects foolish thoughts to my head and sometimes I like it and sometimes I don’t. I guess I am pretty much a blissful child and I am grateful. But I just wish I could live normally like my friends and stop being a weird person and stop worrying too much and stop making bad assumptions and stop disappointing everyone and stop being a disobedient child and stop feeling as if I have so little time. That’s all.

The Perks Of Being A Wallflower

I finished reading The Perks Of Being A Wallflower last night, which is actually quite a success because it also means I finished the book in one day.

I spent most of my time reading it at Jusco yesterday, and I came home and read it until 12.47 am when I finally finished it.

I admit, I was scared towards the end when Sam broke up with Craig, because I thought she was going to kill herself or at least someone would die, like in Looking For Alaska, and with Charlie’s state, I don’t think I can handle that. I had half a mind to close the book and continue tomorrow but I just couldn’t leave Charlie like that.

And then at the ending, it all made sense, and I won’t tell you about it, so I won’t spoil the surprise for you.

It was a great book, exactly how I had expected it. I have nothing else to say about it. Except that you should read it.

Oh and Logan Lerman and Emma Watson are confirmed to star in the movie but as much as I love both of them to death, I just can’t see them as Charlie and Sam. It’s just wrong.

Rating: 8/10

Blue/Pink

I suppose I should start this post with a recount of last night first.

I couldn’t sleep last night. It wasn’t as much as finding it hard to sleep than waking up at 3 in the morning and couldn’t go back to sleep because you’re paranoid over everything, including those shadows on your wall. So I got up, dragged a mattress from the guest room, and slept at my parents’ room without them knowing. I guess you can pretty much blame how worked up and nostalgic I got when I finished the last book in the Percy Jackson series last night. I’m still finding it hard to accept the fact that Rick Riordan is refusing to create a sequel to the series.

The moment I woke up, my mum started asking me why I was here and I just kept quiet. Then we headed off to Penang.

It wasn’t an eventful trip, but it was basically like everything that was happening in my life. I studied Sejarah a little while waiting for my turn and I panicked a little because I haven’t been wearing my bands full time like I was told to. But the doctor didn’t say anything except that he added two ‘strings’ to my bottom row of teeth this time, which is making things difficult for me. Otherwise, I now only have to wear my bands part time, which is as good news as I could get.

Later, we wanted to go to Queensbay Mall but Daddy took a wrong turn so we ended up at Jusco Bukit Mertajam instead. Other than wandering around in Popular for a few minutes, I spent the whole time reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower, which is pretty dang rad, especially since I was picturing Charlie as Logan Lerman the whole time, mainly because I still couldn’t get over this Percy Jackson obsession and also because he was rumoured to star alongside Emma Watson in the movie. It would be very cheesy and desperate to say I can relate to Charlie, but that’s the truth.

I ended up almost finishing the book in almost a day. I’m up to the part where Patrick gave up the role of Frank N Furter now.

Oh I also had my lunch at a Korean restaurant.

I guess that pretty much sums up my day. I wish someone could get me all books in the Percy Jackson series because I’ve only borrowed all of them from Joey. I’d trade in all 4 Twilight books and 4 House of Night books for the complete set, if anyone’s interested?

Bah.

Wow.

I just realised. I was looking back through my archives and I realised today is my blog’s 2nd anniversary.  July 20th. I kind of love you, Careful Confessions.

Previous blog names:

  • My World of Chaos
  • Peanut World (What the hell I was thinking back then I don’t know)
  • Through Her Eyes
  • My Little Secret Garden
  • Careful Confessions

I went through a Paramore-title phase once but that was just a temporary experiment. I think I’m just going to stick with this Sara-Bareilles inspired title for while.

This is why I don’t have friends.

I thought you were my friend. I was so naive to have believed that of you. Three years. Three fucking years we’ve been friends and you and your big mouth ruined everything. I tell you secrets because I thought I could trust you. Looks like you screwed everything up. Even if you think what I did was inappropriate, it’s me and my life, and you really should have just mind your own business and stay out of my life and my decisions. Stop making a fool of me, because it’s pretty obvious you were the one who sold me out. Now thanks to you, I hate school so much more.

Yes, I don’t want to take up Mandarin next year. And who are you to call my mother someone who doesn’t know anything, my dearest teacher? You have no right to say that to my face. You have no right to confront me like that. I am a human and I have rights. I have the right to make my own decisions without you pressuring me on. Nothing you say is going to change my decision.

Why do I want straight A+ in SPM? Are you kidding me? And you’re trying to ask me how I can be sure I can get A+ for other subjects? Are you actually kidding me? Are you a teacher? Is it not obvious that Mandarin is the only subject in SPM that most people find it hard to score A+. How is it that you are more dim-witted than me?

I’ve had a pretty good impression of an angry post at school, but now I’m just too tired to write it all out.

Gay Rights

Grow up, leave school, get a job, get married, start a family. At least that’s how it’s supposed to work, and for the most part it does. But what about the growing percentage of our population who, by law, are restricted from marrying the person they love? Surely it is an injustice of human rights to deny gay and lesbian couples marriage. In a world filled with crime, violence, murder, war and hate, it’s disgusting that people have the nerve to tell each other that their love is wrong. Marriage is defined as the social institution under which a man and woman establish their decision to live as husband and wife by legal commitments, religious ceremonies, etc. This definition needs re-adjustment, as do our social and moral standards.  Homosexuals need to be accepted and treated as equals to the heterosexual population.

The year is 2010, we have iPhones, television screens of enormous proportions, digital radio, broadband internet, and the list goes on. We are evolving faster than ever, there’s no denying it. In reality, the human race can only evolve so far without equal rights. Arrogant and narrow-minded individuals are holding our society back. This is a worldwide issue, and although there are a select few states and countries which accept and allow same-sex marriage, there is still a long way to come. There is still a lot that has to change. This world cannot continue to advance if we are not united, and we will only ever unite when differences are pushed aside and acceptance is foregrounded.

You may have noticed the photograph displayed above. Perhaps you looked at it for a few seconds before you became bored and trailed off into your own thoughts. These are members of the homosexual society, not much older than you or I. These are real people, with real feelings and real problems. He is afraid to hold his boyfriend’s hand, and her girlfriend was sent away. That girl found death threats in her locker and the girl next to her was sent to therapy. There are countless others like the girl in the blue who lost her friends after coming out, and the woman next to her who receives hate mail. A high school banned one girl from taking her date to prom, another girl gets beaten by her father. And as if we needed anymore reason to accept the gay and lesbian community, there is a lonely sign reading ‘I’m not here anymore.’ It is painfully clear that the discrimination of homosexuals is more severe than most of us ever thought.

Not only are homosexual couples in Australia, and a multitude of other places across the world, prohibited by law from marriage, but they are continually discriminated against in everyday conversation. The word ‘gay’ has become a synonym for all things bad. How often have you heard the broken TV remote or large pile of homework sent referred to as ‘gay’? As minor as this may seem, it is just another barrier preventing homosexuals from living as equals to heterosexuals. Solving this minor problem may just make that major difference. Boycotting words with such negative and offensive connotations is just one of the small steps that we, as individuals can take to prevent the further discrimination of homosexuals.

Only recently has Australia allowed for a lesbian couple to conceive through in vitro fertilisation; something which should have happened much sooner. Newspaper articles and online message boards claim that a child with same sex parents will suffer due to their parent’s orientation. Some of the arguments include that the child would be bullied or that a child needs both a mother and father to develop, not two mothers or two fathers. Although it may be true that a child growing up with homosexual parents could be more susceptible to teasing, I believe that once society finally takes the steps to accept homosexuality completely, this will be erased. This is justified in a recent survey in which a group of 150 high school students were asked their opinion on same-gender marriage, and why they felt this way. Studies showed that 80% of young adults have been raised by their parents to either accept or reject homosexuality within society. We are the generation of the now, and we can make a positive impact on the generations of the future. To accept homosexuals, we are accepting that everyone is different, and that we all have the right to co-exist despite those differences.

We live in a world where our sports stars cheat on their wives and pop-stars last a mere 55 hours in a drunken marriage. Yet somehow, gays cop the blame for the downfall and tarnished definition of love. Love and marriage, a relationship shared between two people has been something restricted to a male and a female for a long time. Why does society feel that it is acceptable to discriminate against a group of people based on their sexual preference? Why do we feel the need to prevent two people who love each other un-conditionally from making the commitments involved in marriage? Sure, same-sex marriage is not the conventional fairytale image so often portrayed in cinemas, soap operas and love songs, but we cannot deny these people of their right to love any longer. It’s not the sexual orientation of homosexual couples that needs change, but the concept of conventional marriage and true love. We, as a population are so often blinded by our own ideals that we disregard the ideals of our peers. Stop for a few seconds, and take off your blind-fold. An open-minded view on homosexuality is something the human race would benefit from immensely, for once we open our minds we will open the gates to equality and coexistence.

Westboro Baptist church groups across the world, infamous for their strict values and well known for their picket signs hold the belief that homosexuality is unnatural, and that it should be barred completely. This group and many others like it hold protests at events ranging from pop-punk concerts to high school assembly’s with their picket signs reading slurs such as, ‘Fags doom nations’, You’re going to hell’ and ‘God hates fags’. We are holding the gay and lesbian members of our society in such regard that they are not treated as humans at all, when really,  they are our equals. Here I am, talking to you about ‘Gay rights’, but really, it’s ridiculous that there needs to be another set of rights for homosexual people. Westboro church states on their website that to be homosexual is to go against God’s wishes, and that any heterosexual person whom does not explicitly condemn homosexuality is a ‘fag enabler’. I stand before you as a proud fag enabler, and I ask you to reconsider your stance on the matter. I ask you to stand up for your neighbour, and give homosexuals a chance. A chance to live, a chance to belong, a chance to love.

If we all, as individuals, take small steps to eliminate gay discrimination, I believe that eventually, society will follow. Change is can be as easy as simply being accepting and treating the homosexual community as our heterosexual equals. A friendly smile can make a huge difference. On a more political level, there are many opportunities we, as young people have to assert our beliefs, for example protests and persuasive letters to your local member. Regardless of how  you chose to assess this problem, you must ensure that it is not ignored. Equality is of utmost importance, and we cannot let this slide.

Preventing a gay couple from the right to marry is like preventing two vegetarians to get married, or preventing two people with blonde hair from tying the knot. It’s time we started fighting back. It’s time the homosexual community are treated as our equals. It’s time for change.

Written by Emily Basham.

This is the most meaningful and amazing thing I have ever read. It made me tear. Thank you, Emily.