Apr 28, 2011


Growing up, as children, didn’t we all have these fantasies of what we’d want to be one day? Didn’t we all wanna be superheroes, famous musicians, actors and actresses, and whatnot?
Well for me, like a lot of little girls out there, I wanted to be a princess. I wanted to live in a big castle, wear pretty dresses and tiaras, and, of course, I wanted to have my own Prince Charming. To be honest, even if I'm 13 years old, I still have that dream of being a princess. But not because I wanted to live in a big castle.

I wanted to be a princess so that I can inspire people.

People may think that being a princess is the easiest job in the world. Boy, are they wrong. I am an avid fan of Meg Cabot’s series, “The Princess Diaries,” so I've read a lot about what it's like to be a princess.

The Princess Diaries is a series about a young girl named Mia Thermopolis who finds out that she is the rightful heir to the throne of a small European nation called, Genovia. The series is about how Mia juggles the tasks of having “princess lessons” and learning how to govern a small country, while at the same time how she copes with the challenges of family, friendship, boys, school, gossip, fitting in, and so much more. She even had to deal with someone who became her friend just to gain fame. In her diary, Mia writes about all her princess lessons and wonders if it will actually do her any good. But then, she learned to love being a princess because she had her friends and family to support her and because she knew that she could, in a way, change the world.

And to quote a line from the movie, (not the book, I know, I'm sorry)

 “And then I realized how many stupid times a day I used the word "I". In fact, probably all I ever do is think about myself. And how lame is that when there's, like, 7 billion other people out there on the planet” – Mia
Princesses are not just there to smile, wave, and look pretty. They do so much more. They help people who are in need, they inspire people to do better, but sometimes, as shown in The Princess Diaries series, they need a little help of their own.

So next time, when we’re tired of our jobs as teacher, doctors, lawyers, or even students, let’s all remember that at least we’re not the ruler of a country. At least an entire country doesn't depend on us to survive. But instead of sympathizing, let’s go out there and help them make this world a better place.

Apr 26, 2011

Odd One Out

I am not a veteran blogger. Heck, I wouldn't even consider myself a blogger. This is my first blog, more or less. I don't know how this whole blogging process works, I'm not knowledgeable with all this techy stuff. I'm just a teenage girl who wants to share her thoughts with the world.

I am the middle child in my family. Not the oldest, nor the youngest. Not the loudest, nor the nicest. I am the one in between. To make things worse, I am the only girl. I am considered the odd one out. I am the shade of gray, in between the black and white. I am the glass half empty or full (depending on your outlook in life.) In my 13 years, there has been little in my life that I have done better than the one preceding me or the one following me.

I've always resented my two brothers. My older one, was mean and was considered (by me) as the bully. My younger one, was sweet but was usually considered as the favorite. Then there was me. The only girl. Some people may think that being the only girl is great. You get to be pampered with new clothes, toys, books, anything you wanted. Because you were the girl. Yes, there is a bright side to being the only girl, but I don't care about those things. I don't care if I have the newest clothes, or books, or whatever.

I just wanted to fit in.

Doesn't everyone wanna feel that way? I'm sure I do. I'm sure a lot of people do. But it's hard to do that when you live with two brothers who seem so alike, that you can't help but cry. I've always wanted an older sister. Someone who can give me good advice when it comes to school, crushes, clothes, and everything else. I wanted someone who would understand me.

But then I realized that maybe having two brothers isn't that bad. They're like bodyguards. They're there to protect you from all the evil in the world. From the evil men, to the boys who will break your heart. They're there to save you from all the rigorous homework. You can count on them when you're in tears and in need of a good laugh. And they come to you, if they need advice on girls. Maybe being the only girl isn't so bad.

So there we go. This isn't the last time that I will resent my brothers. This isn't the last time that I will resent being the odd one out. I am still the middle sister. But it's different, now. There has to be a middle. Without it, nothing can ever be truly whole.

It's not just the space between, but also what holds everything together.