Monday, February 1, 2010

Crystal City

Having lived in North Carolina for the past ten years, it came to my attention quite early in the decade that NC simply does not receive a lot of snow during the wintertime. Almost every year, I have had to go through much disappointment from looking out the window and realizing that I will be having a snowless holiday season. Approximately three out of the ten years that I have lived here have I seen snow on the Southern grounds of North Carolina.

This is my eleventh year living in North Carolina. On Friday night, I looked outside and my eyes widened with disbelief. Everywhere, little specks of "white fluffy stuff" (quoted from a friend named Kyler) were flurrying madly all around. Indeed, the weatherman had done us justice, which is saying a lot considering the fact that he'd broken his promise of snow a few weeks ago. Only a couple hours later, my entire lawn was invisible underneath a soft bed of snow. Car windshields were covered, as were the roofs of houses, mailboxes, and driveways.

It truly felt like a dream.

The snow has been a real joy this weekend and has seemed to make everything else much more magical. Not only did I get into one of my dream universities, but my sister was able to spend the weekend (she lives out of town) AND I got to go to one of my favorite restaurants. As a plus, I had one day off of school and will have a 2-hour delay tomorrow. I think snow can definitely work wonders sometimes. :P

But really. There's just something about snow that makes it so magical...perhaps it's the fact that we don't get to see it everyday, or even every month or year, or perhaps it's the fact that there's the possibility it may come when we least expect it or doubt it the most.....and yet the day comes when we jump for happiness and enjoy it to the fullest.
It has been less than 30 degrees here, so everything completely froze. For the past few days, my backyard has been an ICE RINK!!! The trees and bushes have all been frozen solid, and not just in my neighborhood but all over town. Once the streets were embedded with salt and were safe enough to drive on, my dad and I drove around. Our town had transformed into a Crystal City. You could literally see the trees and bushes all sparkling. I found a leaf trapped, embedded within a stone of ice. Twigs were also in the same, wondrous form. It was like the whole town was shining with icicles, glass trees, and other crystal decor. It was so beautiful. My father raised an interesting question: Why is it that the plants don't die when they are frozen into ice?
I thank Mother Nature for giving me this chance to experience the wonders of natural processes. It may another year or two or three before I get to watch snow fall peacefully from the sky once again, but I will always remember the Crystal City that, in an ironic sort of way, unveiled before my eyes.


Nature is truly amazing. I believe that, to truly learn about loving life, you need to first appreciate your natural surroundings. After all, without nature there would be nothing. We would be nothing. I feel like in today's society, many people are too caught up in our own technological world, busy with their work schedules and catching up with birthdays and attending soccer tournaments. We fail to ever stop and truly take a look at where we are and wonder about the little things, like how a simple green leaf frozen in transparent ice can look so naturally beautiful.

So I propose a challenge: next time you walk outside, use all of your senses to truly take in your environment. What do you smell, and why do you enjoy or dislike that smell? What sounds do you hear--what do you think about when you hear that dog barking or that kid yelling for his mom in excitement? What in front of you do you see? Take time to appreciate the presence of color, and realize that without your eyes you would be incapable of seeing anything. Feel the sweater you are wearing, and think of the texture. When you're eating, don't do like my sister does and gobble the whole thing in two bites. Really savor all the flavors; feel the strawberry tanginess clash with the cool whipped cream.

Close your eyes and just imagine. Make up mini stories with all of the sights, smells, sounds, and tastes you just took in. Embrace. And truly appreciate what it feels like to live.



~The Red Angel
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Sunday, January 31, 2010

The Red Angel

Last year, my friend Joseph and I failed an attempt at making a Rock band. Although that attempt completely went down the drain, it got my creative juices flowing and I began to imagine what it would be like to have my own real Rock band.

I pondered over the band name the most. What title would sound mysterious, meaningful, and "must-have" in a music lover's collection all at the same time? I thought of quite a few good, solid names but none of them really meant anything to me. There was no symbolism.

I'm not sure how I came up with The Red Angel. As I recall, my first thoughts wandered towards Evanescence (even though that band is actually Metal, not Rock), and then their song Call Me When You're Sober. I fantasized being the lead singer Amy Lee and having male guitarists surrounding me. Embarrassing, I know. Then somehow the idea of an Angel came to my mind; what if I had wings? And, somehow in my mind, one moment I was wearing Amy Lee's gorgeous red-wine gown from CMWYS. Then next moment, the gown had started melting into blood instead. The idea of A Red Angel was born.

Trust me, I'm not suicidal or what others like to call "Emo." My idea of The Red Angel is quite the contrary. There are several different associations when it comes to Red. For instance, in China (did I mention that I'm Chinese-American?), red is considered the color of good luck and fortune, hence the reason it's plastered all over the flag and everywhere else in the giant country of eggrolls.

In general, the color Red is meant to provide Passionate Energy to others. No, I'm not here to seduce you all. Like I said in my last entry, my goal is to inspire you to love life and live it to the fullest. That type of energy, my friends, is priceless. You know that moment where you think of the best idea in the world ever, whether it be the perfect work project that's may land you a payraise or an additional plotline to use for your progressing novel, and your whole body seems to fizz up with Energy and you feel like you're about to fly off into the distance towards the Golden Gates of Success?

Well, I'd like to help you spread your wings. Now, I have this Anne-Frank mentality that, in spite of everything, people are good at heart. I like thinking of all of us as Angels, and not necessarily in the religious sense. We are all children of Nature, that's for sure. And I believe we all have a purpose here on earth, and that if we can find it, we can also choose to use that purpose well to benefit the world in which we live in.

I'm still on the yellow brick road to those Golden Gates. I've learned to spread my wings, but they tend to get a little rusty at times. Feel free to comment me and help me out as I set out for my own endeavors, and I will be there along the way to help you with yours. I'll let you know if I find a bus along the way who's willing to pick up some flying hitchhikers. ;]

I'll be putting up a Red Angel drawing sometime in the future.
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Saturday, January 30, 2010

Are You There, Audience? It's Me, The Red Angel.

Hi everybody. My mind tends to wander around a lot. I often burst out into peals of laughter during random moments and I end up getting odd looks. Comfort foods include macaroni and cheese, Smartfood popcorn (White Cheddar), and potatoes. I'm a journalist.

I am a daughter, a sister, a lover, and a best friend.

My greatest fear is death. While the entire world is turning, I frantically wish for it to be turning the opposite direction. Having come too close with death's embracing arms quite a few times, I have come to truly understand how valuable life is. Just imagining what it is like to truly be dead--no ability to move or even think--makes my face go white and my entire body shiver.

But I'm not really here to talk to you about the despondent characteristics of death. Quite the contrary, actually. I do have a purpose in creating this blog, though it is as hard to explain as it is for me to, say, bake lasagna. Now, I'm not exactly a good cook, so by my standards that's pretty hard. Even I'm sort of unsure as to what my goals are...I suppose I'd like to share my knowledge and thoughts with the world through the experiences that I have had. My lifelong goal, in fact, is to use my writing to make the world a better place where people accept each other's differences. Carpe diem. Live life to the fullest. Love. That's the theme of this blog.

I'm thinking that this blog just may be a big step towards that ambition.

I thoroughly enjoy comments and other feedback. Follow me, if you wish. I take criticism pretty well and do my best to learn from my mistakes. This is not my first blog, but it is my first publicly-displayed blog. I am pretty excited about sharing my thoughts with you. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy blogging. =]

Oh yeah, and let me introduce myself. Hello there, you can call me The Red Angel.
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