122. Dépend-il de nous d'être heureux?

I. Oui, parce que le bonheur est la conséquence de nos actions donc il suffit d'exécuter les actions qui nous rendent heureux pour l'être donc, il dépend de nous d'être heureux.
II. Non, parce que nous ne sommes pas la seule source de notre bonheur. Il existe des éléments du monde extérieur dont des facteurs au hasard qui peuvent également déterminer notre bonheur, tels qu'autrui donc, il ne dépend pas de nous d'être heureux.
III. Oui, parce qu'il est illégitime de traiter la notion du bonheur en se référant aux choses objectives, tels que nos actions et le monde extérieur puisque le bonheur est un désir et donc, subjectif. C'est à nous d'assumer la responsabilité et de choisir d'être heureux. En effet, il dépend de nous d'être heureux.

one down. eight to go.

& France is playing against Mexico tonight!

<3

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121. AFS pique-nique & other updates

ok, so i've been so busy doing the s-word (& it's NOT a 3-letter nor 4-letter word, in case your mind wanders) that i haven't had the time to blog. i don't want to get into it cause it just too depressing & plain out annoying & want to kill it...which interestingly enough reminds me of how much i just want to slap Beyoncé when i hear "I'm Just a Boy". Like ACTUALLY, very little annoys me more. She just sounds so...BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD. Like what is up with that weird fake shaking of her voice? ("If I were a boy-oy-oy-oy-oy-oy-oy-oy-oy-oy-oy-oy-oy-oy-oy-oy-oy-oy, I think I would understa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-and...I'd listen to her-er-er-er-er-er-er-er-er-er-er-er-er-er-er-er"...you get the point. Isn't she better than that?) Like, that's just disgusting & I just want to slap her to make it stop. & I also go crazy when I see her dance. & some of her other songs are just as embarassing. I'm sorry I'm talking violent but yeah...

Last WE, I went to a wedding, which I don't think I blogged about & probably should've but um...s-word. It was HOT, & fine & it's been a week so I won't go into details.

Last night was "prom", which was more like a dance/friendly night club deal, which is what I prefer. It's actually one of the best things ever to just dance. Just dance. Go Gaga, cherry cherry boom boom. P-p-p-pokerface, p-p-pokerface, na na na na. P-p-p-pokerface, p-p-pokerface...lol
The evening started well cause I dined with my friends at a nice resto but had a twist when I saw that the teacher I don't get along with was chaperoning. The night got better when we started to do the Macarena & this other cowboy-styled dance & then it all came to a halt when my date tried to confess...When that load blew over, I spent a good moment with him just lying on the grass, watching stars (as friends) & the night ended amazing cause I kicked off my heels & freaking danced my heart out amidst darkness & strobe lights & 4 other dance maniacs. It's so great when you can feeeeeeel the music just go through you & pump out all the energy. It feels good. So good! (DUN DUN) So good! Cause I got you, da da da daaaaaaaaaaaaaa da. I feel nice, dananananaaaa, like su- oops....lol

Today, I went to the AFS pique-nique, which was a family deal as in, all members invited. It sucks to see parents not as enthusiastic as the kids but what the hell, right? It was a lot of fun seeing them all again but really, 5h DOES NOT SUFFICE. Especially compared to the WEs...Anyway, after lunch, we went into the prehistoric park & I had a good time. It's basically an exposition the lifestyles from paléolithique to the Bronze Age. I love this kind of stuff so I enjoyed myself. I got to see a guy make fire, there was a pottery section, a wool section & a metal section. I made prehistoric bread & ate it too (yeahhhhhhhhhhhh baby) & I got so throw big javelins down a hill with 6 of the guys (how is it that I'm the only girl with the urge to throw a javelin???) into a stack of hay. I felt pretty damned prehistoric :p

ciao

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120. ending the school year

so during the one week of my life where i should have no life, i've decided to ditch & just take it easy. firstly, if you know me, you would know that i just HAVE to oppose everything & it's not even intentional. i just can't do what they do. & secondly, i want to finish my year off good, not buried in books. i don't freaking care, i think, or at least i don't want to.

see, it is my nightmare to "just pass". i would rather fail that "just pass". it's so lame; it's average & it's worth nothing. but i really hope i'm strong enough to make an exception but it's scary cause what if this means the beginning of a very lazy [bt]? i mean, i'm already lazy but not that lazy work-wise. i scared to do a first cause that may mean a second. anyway, this is what i've got to show for third trimestre & my year & really, i should be proud...

but i'm just so integrated that i fell like one of them & i expect myself to rock this thing. & why shouldn't i expect it from myself? i'm tired of people telling me to not expect so much from myself but i only do cause i know i can do it. but ah, then again, if i know i can do it, then shouldn't that be enough? why do i have to DO it everytime to prove to myself that i can if i know that i can? perhaps i'm just doubtful & perhaps i'm just cautious & i don't want to be the egotistical rabbit who loses the race to the wise turtle. i prefer to be the turtle, the underdog cause that way, at least i DO something. challenge is what i like. but you be the judge...



please comment...

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119. scratch that, i won't say more

a day at the louvre i'll never forget.

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118. Sue & family

hey guess what? i came to paris all by myself to come see sue & family. really nice catching up with them & seriously, i've never laughed so hard with the twins. i can't say more cause it's a qwerty board, but i'll say more when i get back home.

night

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