John Green

John Green

I’m kind of obsessed with John Green

and his tumblr

John Green’s Tumblr

He’s absolutely hilarious and you just know he’s an amazing writer just because of the oh so casual snarky, sarcastic, hilarious, funny, heartwarming tone that he manages to slide into his various posts.

He posts about everything. And everything is interesting.

Such as his work in Ethiopia.

His adamant opposition towards sexual assault and the recent Sam Pepper incident.

AND THIS GIF.

LITERALLY CANNOT DEAL

The Fault in Our Stars

My favorite song from the soundtrack ❤ ❤
I went to see the movie the other day. It was wonderful. I absolutely love Shailene Woodley’s voice and although her face wasn’t exactly how I pictured Hazel, her voice entirely captured the essence of her character. Ansel Elgort was so dreamy too. He also deviated from my image of Augustus, but he played it like perfection – basically everybody did! The one thing I was disappointed that they didn’t put in the movie was Augustus’ first girlfriend, Caroline Mathers. I was interested to see who they would cast for that role. Although I can see why they didn’t put it in the movie, I thought it was necessary because it reflected that Augustus wasn’t the dream, ideal lover that everybody thought he was, that Hazel and him were perfectly in love, etc. etc. Other than that, I loved the movie, the soundtrack, and especially this song.

Friendship

A friend is always loyal, and a brother is born to help in time of need. (NLT)

Friendship is a wonderful wonderful wonderful thing.

I met my best friend when I was 7. She was 6. We both played piano with the same teacher and were put together due to our closeness in age to be duet partners. Ohhhhh how we fought. “You are wrong. I am right. It’s your fault, not mine.” We exchanged fiery retorts and accusations to one another, playing off key, unsynchronized, squeezed into a piano bench only meant for one.

We became frenemies. Friends by force, enemies by choice.

Take that a couple years later, and I have just found out that she has gotten into the same middle school. I was hoping she hadn’t gotten in as all my memories were ones of failed piano lessons and awkward elbow jabbing and little girl fights. As I heard her chat happily about her acceptance, secretly I groaned and dreaded the moment I would have to spend 5 out of 7 days of the week with her .

Ironically, it was during middle school that I began to consider her my best friend.

We struggled through middle school together. We became close and closer, forced together by Chinese school and piano lessons and same classes and urging parents. Looking back, our closeness and our friendship came due to odd coincidences and shallow thoughts, some that I don’t even like to admit. We were both Chinese-American girls in the same grade at the same school. We had pressures from our parents and the same likes and dislikes and even the same stupid sense of humor.

And the crush. 

We had the same crush. He had piercing blue eyes and light blond hair. Athletic and smart, funny and shy. We swooned. Our little hearts jumped in delight. We would spend hours locked up in a closet during dinner parties and just straight up gossip about him. Petty little things. I talked to him today. I think he may like you. He glanced my way. He smiled at me.

At the same time as we bonded, we struggled in that phase of our life. We were still frenemies. Friends on the outside, terrible people on the inside. I was jealous of her grades. She was jealous of my popularity. (Side note: that popularity no longer exists hahahahaha sighhhh) We were mean to each other. Selfish. Not like friends are supposed to be.

She began coming to my church when we were in 7th grade. I suppose I helped start her journey in Christ, the one that God was always in control of. Weirdly enough, I was not happy. Simply jealous that she had begun to share my church friends, my church experiences, my role models.

I saw her 7 days a week that time. 5 days of school, Saturday Chinese School, Sunday Church. Every single day. It drove us crazy. We fought like crazy for those two years. Too much of each other. Not enough by ourselves. High school we finally separated. Funnily, ironically, coincidentally, serendipity? She went to the school I wanted to go and I went to the school she wanted to go. Our friendship has spanned a massive 10 years. That’s where the story stops. For now.

Do you know what, though? We’ve stopped being piano duet partners as we are both way too busy. But, if we sit down and play, we are still synchronized. Perfectly. To each note.

Happy ten year friendship BFFLEUWMUIH (best friend for like ever until we meet up in heaven) You are an honorary sister. A member of the Chen clan. The only one who’s seen me mature and grow. The only one who knows truly how I feel and how to comfort me and give me advice and look analytically at my faults. Very few people experience what we have and I am forever blessed with your love. 

And to the readers who judge my horrendous choppy writing style: My thoughts are stars that I cannot fathom into constellations.

Some crazy spoilers… Fault In Our Stars

So, a fair warning, DO NOT READ BECAUSE THIS IS A SPOILER!

As some of you may know, I just purchased a couple of new books, A Fault In Our Stars, House of Hades, and The Fall of Five. I have several biased, indignant thoughts about them.

A Fault in Our Stars

This is pretty basic and pretty obvious, but WHY DID AUGUSTUS HAVE TO DIE? He seemed like a perfect person, both handsome and optimistic and wonderful and so eloquent that no way, in real life, would anyone sound like that. This one I’m just mad about because it kind of destroys the happy ending that the superficial and inexperienced reader like myself relishes upon. From a literary point of view, however, it was an absolute brilliant move by John Green. It basically shows that no life is indestructible and Hazel’s resignation to her own departure is suddenly cast down in despicable terms as she is faced to realize that rather than moping about her own death, she should choose rather to embrace life and live it to the fullest. But back to his death… WHYYYYYYYYYYYY

Another thing. Peter Van Houten. I get that he is an absolute moron in real life, however, I feel like it is unrealistic for him to sound so sincere and so dedicated in writing and a drunkard and crazy person in real life. I understand, the same way that I understand why Green killed off Augustus, that it goes to show that artistic writers do not have to be good people. However, it just simply didn’t seem to correlate in any terms at all, no forshadowing of any of his true character, which I believe is a little iffy.

In conclusion?

What we have here is a beautiful, lyrical book marred because it causes devastation to the emotionally wrecked reader like myself 😛

And that concludes my only criticisms for this wonderful, wonderful book. Go read it. And cry. And cry some more.