Tuesday, June 30, 2009

MY not-so-super superpower

I can make really weird faces!

My amazing talents never ceases to amaze me.

Though they might surprise you...

As you can probably see, my summer has been awesome so far. =D

Last one is the scariest one of all...


Monday, June 29, 2009

Random Observation

After watching recent blockbuster hits such as Transformers and the Dark Knight, I began to focus on the recent trend of bringing back fascination with the super normal. Everyone seems to love the comic book kickbacks while the younger generation is intrigued with learning about the older generation's pastimes.

I'm sure everyone has either been asked this question or asked it themselves, "What super power would you have if you could have one?" And there are usually a range of answers from having the ability to fly to being self-healing. The possibilities seem endless in what we could potentially achieve with such superhuman powers. After being randomly asked this question for the upteenth time, I began to ask one myself:

Have you ever considered what your answers might say about yourself?

When someone says that they want to have the power to withstand all harm as in being invincible, does it point to some possible physical or emotional harm that lies in their subconscious? Having the ability to turn back time to correct injustices might point to an insecurity about their past mistakes. When you are asked this question, what do you helps you make one decision?

I'm not trying to psychoanalyze anyone, this is merely a social observation. Having seemingly endless possibilities, what makes one choose one super power over another? Besides, what is most interesting is that it is not the adults that commonly ask this question, it is the children. So, at a young age we are psychoanalyzing everyone and their strengths or weaknesses. Is that not true? Think back, when you were a tiny tot and you ran up breathlessly to ask a fellow classmate something. Whether it be a simple question like, "which pen do you want?" Whatever they answer with, you will always make a quick assumption about that classmate. You always quickly place them in a category in your head. In fact, everyone in class had a category: the nerd, the jock, the princess, the crybaby, the teacher's pet... At a young age, we mentally categorize our peers into whatever classifications made sense to ourselves. Soon, the categories transformed into, "which one can I trust to tell secrets to?" "which one can I rely on to help me with homework?"

So, what's the point of this? Nothing, I teach children from ages 5 and up so I have a chance to see how their little intelligent minds work. Then, they grow up and who knows what happens. =P

***this was not meant to set a serious tone for this blog, actually this blog will be, as I am, as random as possible...basically whatever is on my mind or in my life will be posted.

What the heck is an Alifr?

Yes, I am wondering the same thing. If you don't know the story already, let me bring you back to square one..the start of thing...back to zero... you get the idea.

On February 21st, a super amazingly talented gal (uh, that's me if you didn't get it) was born and named after a random name found in a book of names. Though this was by no means a new name, there have been a number of confused faces and questionable eyebrows raised. Fast forward through the years and here we are. I still get the occasional, "I'm sorry, what was your name again?" or maybe a, "How do you spell that?" It's fine, it doesn't bother me, not everyone knows how to really spell greatness (err.. again, that's me if you didn't get it.)

My name is Ophelia, yes the same name from Shakespeare's Hamlet. Yes, the same character who went crazy and committed suicide. No, no relation. Anyway, during the recent school semester, we were going through our portfolio process and the unavoidable need to pull 12 hour working schedules to meet deadlines. No sleep = need for coffee.

So we started to pour loads of money into coffee coffee coffee... in fact, people are starting to associate me with coffee. Coffee + Ophe = Cophee? Ew. Nevermind. It became a daily habit to visit the loverly and affordable, Starbucks and Coffee Bean. The process is usually like this:
"Hi, how can I help you?"
"Hello, I'd like a ____"
"Ok, and what is your name?"
*pause* "Ok, that'll be $384"

I do get misspellings almost 90% of the time, mostly seeing: Ofilia, Ophilia, Ofelia. None of which have been incredibly absurd or nonsensical, until one barrista boldly (or foolishly) wrote down, "Alifr."


I don't think I need to tell you how odd it is to come up with Alifr since first it does not sound like Ophelia to me. And secondly, it does not make any sense in the English language to marry these letters together.


Anyway, that is how my youtube channel name originated and how this blogspot name originated. So there you go. This non-name name given to my caramel frappacino will forever haunt me. But only with laughter.