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Hello there….. Welcome to my blog Lifestyleqwesi, a lifestyle blog dedicated to everything that defines me from fashion, food, travel and a whole lot more.

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so, this is officially my first tumblr post! don’t worry, i’ve had tumblr before, but i’ve never been very active... not sure if i’ll be active now, but i’ll try? hopefully you’ll find my profile somewhat interesting~

i will post about cute things and other things i like, so, yeah~

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La mia vita e Internet: dalla prima esperienza ad oggi

Cari lettori di LearnByBit,

È la prima volta che pubblico su questo blog. Per iniziare, mi piacerebbe raccontarvi come mi sono avvicinata a Internet, qual è stata la mia prima esperienza e come questa si è evoluta in qualcosa di molto importante nella mia vita.

La mia famiglia possedeva un PC con sistema operativo Windows98, usato per lo più da mia madre. Tuttavia, non ebbi la possibilità di fare molta esperienza per i primi anni, poiché oltre a lasciarmi giocare, mia madre cercava di evitare il più possibile che vagassi su Internet.

In quinta elementare, però, la nostra maestra di scienze ci chiese di fare una ricerca su un animale. Scelsi come argomento la Stenella Striata, un cetaceo della famiglia dei delfinidi. Molte informazioni le riuscii a recuperare dalle enciclopedie che avevo in casa, che normalmente erano sufficienti, ma per la prima volta non riuscii a ritenermi soddisfatta. Utilizzai, dunque, il World Wide Web (in primis il sito di Wikipedia): ero curiosa, volevo informazioni in più e sapevo che sarebbe stato d’aiuto. Non so bene il motivo per cui questa ricerca è rimasta così impressa nella mia memoria, ma forse è proprio perché per la prima volta utilizzai Internet e il web.

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Da quel momento in poi, nel giro di pochissimi anni, iniziai a scoprire ciò che il web poteva effettivamente offrirmi oltre ad una conoscenza vastissima per le ricerche scolastiche. A partire dai social, primo tra tutti Windows Messenger installato sul nostro nuovo PC con sistema operativo Windows XP, fino a YouTube e Facebook, i quali per me furono le scoperte più grandi. Questo è il momento in cui sono entrata più profondamente a contatto con Internet.

Grazie a YouTube scoprii un genere musicale che altrimenti non avrei conosciuto (o per lo meno non nel modo adatto): il pop coreano, più propriamente detto K-POP. Per quanto possa sembrare strano, questo genere ora occupa una parte importantissima della mia vita, tanto che non riuscirei ad immaginare come potrebbe essere se non lo avessi conosciuto. Parallelamente, Facebook mi ha dato l'opportunità di mettermi in contatto con altre persone che come me avevano questa passione, persone che a loro volta sono diventate molto importanti.

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Internet può offrire molte opportunità... Esploratelo!

Sara

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A Thing I Did That I Hate | #1

Hello. My name is Tishara.

I think I need to write about how I’m feeling right now. Mostly because I feel like I have no one to really talk to. That isn’t completely true. There are a few people I can call right now and pour my heart out to. But I can’t. Well, that isn’t true either, and it’s all my fault. I’ve been thinking about this for a bit and I’ve concluded that everything that I have been upset about in the recent past is because of me. I am someone who, and this is going to sound pretty sad, talks to myself more than other people. Whether that’s internally or actually having conversations out loud alone, I talk to myself a lot. And I’m completely okay with that fact. Until I’m not. Seeing as I’m pretty much my own best friend, you’d think that I take care of myself. Wrong. I find myself putting myself in these horrible situations where I feel so uncomfortable, helpless and straight up stupid, but the only person who is responsible for that is me. I have a conscience and I know fully well when I’m about to create such a situation for myself, but I do it anyway and suffer the consequences.

I am very much opposed to immortalizing this crappy time in my life, but what the hell. In case the long winded explanation I gave above is too vague, I will elaborate and tell you about what triggered me to write this. So, I’m graduating High School (yay?) and in our school we have a farewell day which is organized by the class below us. Everyone is all dressed up and we each take turns making “farewell speeches” and so do our parents. I’m an Indian in India and so when there is such an occasion usually women wear sarees, a traditional, gorgeous cloth that is draped around your body. (Google it) Being someone who hardly dressed up and has only over the past few years gotten into it, I surprisingly don’t own a saree. You’re supposed to get one when you get your period and essentially become a woman, but I was still in my tomboy/hates skirts phase and never got around to buying one. So, I get the invitation to this event and think, I’ll get around to figuring out what I’ll wear later. *spoiler alert* I never do. The thing is I am a disgustingly good procrastinator. At some level, we all are, but over the years I have become exceedingly good at the art of not giving a crap until the last possible minute. I live, ehh, exist rather, by the principle of “There’s always something better I could be doing right now”. That something better is almost always unproductive or not useful. But at the time, in my brain, it’s not that. So I put off telling anyone about my necessity for a saree until today really. Today happens to be three days away from my farewell. You cannot select a saree and get a customized blouse stitched and ready to wear in three days. I know right? The wishful thinker in me was crushed. The thought of buying a saree popped into my head a week from the day I will need it, but do you want to know what I did? I casually mentioned it to my grandmother, who was to lend me one of hers, with no deadline and shut up about it for three days. For those three days, however, I did talk about it to someone. Guess who that person was? Yup, me. So I kept this bottled up, each passing day growing more anxious about not telling anyone and more anxious about the escalating difficulty of actually getting a saree in the days I had left. I would pep talk myself but stay silent when an opportunity arose for me to actually take any action. This is something I tend to do a lot. Put something off because I’m scared of the consequences to only put it off further and get more scared.

Which brings me to today. I finally spat out to my father who was on his way back from work to another work thing, that I needed all of this, ASAP. Naturally he exploded, yelled at me, cancelled a meeting, rushed home and took me to buy a saree at night. Now I still haven’t purchased it because I couldn’t find one I liked nor have I told my grandmother all of this, who still probably thinks my farewell is weeks away. But I’m determined to become a better functional human being starting today. Well, it’s currently 11:00pm in the night, so technically starting tomorrow. So I’m going to leave a checklist of things I need to do tomorrow in order to take those steps to becoming a better me.

· Wake up at a reasonable time (currently my wake up time is 10:30)

· Buy a damn saree + a blouse

· Tell my grandmother about my idiocy

· Not spend my whole day in front of my phone (a maximum of four hours)

Do you ever feel disconnected from the person you were or supposed to be? Because I’m feeling that a lot right now. I have all these qualities that I used to associate with myself which I no longer do. I do things that I seem to regret more than those that I don’t. Is it tragic that I peaked in ninth grade? I want my ninth grade self back. She was funnier, cooler, more organized, driven, focused and someone who didn’t own a saree but would have made sure she got one on time. I want to better myself and having it in writing will hopefully motivate me to actually do it. There are so many things that I find “wrong” with myself. Yes, that seems very self deprecatory, but it’s true. I’m going to officially be an adult soon, with a lot of responsibilities; I don’t want being unhappy with the person I am to be something that plagues my mind. Like I said at the top, my name is Tishara, but I don’t feel like her. I need to change to become the person that I was and the person who I want to be. I’m going to try to do that now.

5/4/16