The two words that pops in my head when somebody says teenagers is ‘popularity contests’. The reason why teenagers care so much about popularity is still a reason that sounds stupid to me. To be part of the inner clique? To dominate the whole grade? To make the opposite gender like them?

Teenagers can be themselves, can’t they? Why do they change themselves to be popular? Following the crowd doesn’t make you popular. Neither does forcing the hard accent. Or putting on excessive make-up. Or bullying other people. The dictionary definition of popular is ‘Commonly Liked or Approved’. Doing all of the above would not make you commonly liked or approved.
Most teenagers today want to be popular. Few of them are, most of them are wanna-be’s and some just don’t care. Honest, I’m one of those people who don’t care. It’s so irritating when I see teenage girls forcing upon themselves the ‘like, whatever’ accent and changing themselves into duplicates of the popular kids. It’s just so annoying to see girls who are not even themselves streaming across the hallway self-embarrassing themselves.
What teenagers don’t realize is that, no matter how much time you spend during the day wishing you could be part of the A-List or posting statuses of Facebook that sound ‘cool’, nothing of this sort is going to matter when you grow up. Once you graduate from high school, you go to college. And then, you go to an university. And then, you have a job. And then, you have a family. And then, why would popularity matter? Where you stand and what you are inside really matters. Popularity during childhood won’t even matter. Childhood and school days are all about the great friends you would be having for the rest of your life time and the happy memories to cherish for you to remember later on, not a damn about popularity.
Popularity is all a stupid contest that teenagers compete in. Popularity is one of those things in life that do not even matter later on. Popularity is what I think is completely ridiculous and I wish people would think so too.

The Son of Neptune: The Review

Warning: Contains Spoilers

The Son of Neptune is definitely a brilliant and amazing come back to the spin off series, The Heroes of Olympus. It carried the same style of The Lost Hero and was based on the same storyline, adding a few extra information here and there but was extremely intriguing.

One of the best parts? Well, we find out where Percy Jackson is and he returns as one of the main protogonists in the story. Like Jason, he doesn’t remember his memory but he does remember that Annabeth was someone special in his life. Quite suprisingly, he regains parts of his memory throughout the book and at the end of it, remembers it all.

The other protogonist is Hazel Levesque. She’s the daughter of Pluto and actually comes back from the dead. The one part about her that made me hyperventilate was that she loved a man named Sammy in her life, but she finds out that he’s dead. And then, Percy gets a video tape from the Argo II, with Leo Valdez in it. Then. There. We find out that Sammy Valdez is none other than Leo Valdez.

The third and final protogonist is Frank Zhang. He’s the son of Mars and is described as a buff man with a baby-ish face. He’s a Chinese, Canadian and Neptune descendent. He loves Hazel, while Hazel loves him back too. The silly but scary part of him is that his life depends on a piece of a burnt stick.

The book relates to what happens in the Roman Camp and introduces us to many new characters. One that I find extremely annoying is Octavian. Ugh. The book also tells us more about the rise of Gaea and her plans.

The book, however, leaves us with tonnes of cliffhangers. Who’s Jason going to be with? Piper or Reyna? How are they going to react to it? Who is Sammy Valdez/Leo Valdez? Is Hazel going to be with Leo or Frank? Does Annabeth have the mark of Athena? What is the Mark of Athena? How are these seven demigods from the Roman Camp and Greek Camp going to be with each other? We just need to wait and see for the next fall for The Mark of Athena.

Tribute to Steve Jobs.

..almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

It is sad to hear that the world lost yet another great man.
But his time had come when his deed here was rightly done.
R.I.P Steve Jobs.