Drabbles: Brunch at Starbucks

I liked the ambience of coffee shops; the books and newspapers spread out on the reading tables, the comfy chairs and sofas that are scattered about, not to mention the smell of coffee itself. Something about the smell of coffee just makes you feel so sophisticated and whole.

I never went to Starbucks for my coffee, though. Perhaps it was because I didn’t want to fall into the hype, and the very fact that it’s always packed just adds to the list of reasons why I never stop there for my morning coffee.

Those, of course, are lame reasons why I never went to Starbucks. In actuality, I’d just always had a bad feeling about it. I’d drive by one, take a glance, and suddenly feel this dark, heavy feeling in my heart. I didn’t know why this always occurred but it did. And because of such a premonition, I never came near a Starbucks. I never had the need nor the motivation to.

However, my fiance Reid is obsessed with Starbucks’ coffee and is adamant that I give it a try. I didn’t want to tell him about the feeling I always got with the franchise, because honestly it sounded ridiculous. Even I thought it was ridiculous, so we made plans to grab some brunch there on Friday, the 13th.

While driving I noticed how dark and gloomy the skies were today. It was overcast, chilly, and heavy clouds hung low above. I took the weather and its Shakespearean indications with a grain of salt, instead focusing my mind on my brunch date with Reid.

Reid had just graduated fresh out of John Hopkins’ med school, while I had just graduated from Columbia law. We’d been dating since about three years ago, meeting through mutual friends. He was handsome, smart, funny, charming, and dressed in Ralph Lauren and J. Crew from head to toe, which was exactly what I liked in a man. He’d proposed to me just a couple of months ago, and I’d been more than thrilled to accept. According to my mother and practically just about everyone else, Reid and I were a “match made in heaven”. I couldn’t have agreed more.

Upon arriving at the Starbucks that Reid had directed me to, I found him nowhere in sight. Then I got a text from him saying that he was stuck in traffic and that I should order first. “Get me a Green Tea Frap,” he’d said.

For some reason I hadn’t wanted to venture into Starbucks for the first time alone. I wanted Reid with me, tall, strong Reid. But I hated chickening out on anything so I went inside anyways, trying not to think about it too much.

I stood there in line, looking up at the menu. Reid had told me that he liked the frappuccinos. Maybe I should get one too? The caramel one sounds good.

“Welcome to Starbucks how may I…”

…help you?

My eyes were still on the menu board but I was still rather puzzled at how the employee had stopped mid-sentence. How unprofessional, I’d thought.

It wasn’t until I met eyes with the employee however, that I realized why.

My eyes widened in surprise, just like his. Time seemed to freeze in that very moment and I began to wonder why I suddenly felt so warm throughout my entire body. The surprise of seeing him after so long shocked me so much that I could hardly speak, let alone think. My mind went utterly blank.

“Ma’m, could you hurry it up please?” a dude said behind me.

I snapped out of it. “O-Oh yeah.”

The Employee cleared his throat, trying to avoid making eye contact with me as much as possible. I did the same.

“One Green Tea Frap and one Caramel Frap,” I said. My voice appeared dry and weak. I hated how I sounded.

The Employee nodded and punched in the info. “And, uh…” He took out a sharpie and said, “What’s your name?”


After paying, I took a seat at one of the tables to wait for my order. Reid came in and took a seat across from me.

“Luckily I found a parking spot right when I drove into the plaza,” he said, all smiles. “So what do you think of the place? Not too bad for a franchise huh?”

“Yeah,” I said, still in a trance. “Not too bad.”

Reid noticed that I was staring at something – or someone – and looked at me suspiciously. “What are you staring at?” he asked. I blinked and looked away, switching my attention to the cute coffee cups on the other side of the room. Reid however, knew that something was up and didn’t hesitate to pry it out of me. “Were you looking at that worker up front?”

“N-No.” Why are you stammering?!

“Did he give you any trouble?”

“No,” I said, this time more clearly. “He didn’t do anything.”

“Do you know him?”

“Nope. I don’t.”

Reid took another glance at The Employee and said, “I wouldn’t have been surprised if he gave you trouble.”

I looked at him, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“I go to this Starbucks a lot cause it’s the closest one to my work,” Reid said, “and I’d come in during breaks to find him getting scolded by the manager. I’ve seen it countless times. I think his name is Keith?”


“Why would he get in trouble?” I asked, curious.

“He’d mess up on orders and pour the wrong ingredients and stuff. He hardly knows anything about coffee, much less how to serve it, yet he’s still here,” Reid said. “But the manager only keeps him because she pities him. Won’t be long before that runs out though and he just gets fired.”

“Wow.” I was speechless. “I did not know that.”

“Keith,” the manager’s voice boomed, “you messed up on the orders. Again.”

“I’m sorry,” I heard Keith say.

“If this happens one more time, you’re out of here. You hear me?”

He nodded, his head hung low. Then he grabbed two drinks, reading the names on the cups.

“Avery,” he said.

I made a move to get up but Reid stopped me. “I’ll get it for us,” he offered.

When Reid went up to get the drinks for me I knew Keith was surprised. Or at least, I hoped he was. I hoped he was surprised to see that I’d managed to snag such a well-rounded man, much better than he could ever be.

As Reid and I left the place, Keith and I met eyes. His eyes were still so brown, so mesmerizing. He still had it. And I hated myself for still feeling it.

“So Avery,” Reid said as we walked out to the parking lot. “Do we plan on coming back?”

I took a sip of my Caramel Frap. “No. We don’t.”



I was working on my blog in the library and forgot to log out! ¬†ūüėČ

“Pocahontas Never Went to College”


I know how you feel. I know that heart-wrenching, balloon-deflating feeling when you received that email and scanned through the sentences only to read the words that you were scared of reading most: “We are unable to offer you admission…

You sink into your chair, feeling like a complete idiot. You throw your phone across the room, wreck everything in sight and punch the wall as tears threaten to spurt out of your eyes. You think about how that dude you hate in class who got into your dream school while you hadn’t, which makes you even angrier.

You punch the wall again.

Then you ponder about what you’ve been doing for the past four years of high school, the past four years of your life. You’d studied your rear-end off, spent all that money on tutoring and SAT prep, not to mention spent a ridiculous amount of money on those stupid AP exams. Heck, you sacrificed your sleep and social life to get into college and guess what?

It didn’t pay off.

And it sucks.

Big time.

I even felt angry while typing that very paragraph above. Had to refrain myself from using expletives.

BUT. I know how you feel. Bartleby Gaines does too. And who’s Bartleby Gaines?


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And he is my newest idol.

Some of you may recognize him as the main character in the movie Accepted, aka one of the best movies ever.

Bartleby over here got rejected from all of the schools that he’d applied to. His parents viewed him as a disappointment and no doubt he felt like the biggest loser in the world for letting them down. So what does he do?

He makes his own college.


“South Harmon Institute of Technology” starts off as a mere cover-up in order to gain his parents’ approval. But what was only supposed to be a little lie turns into an institution that suddenly thousands of other kids want to go to because they didn’t get accepted anywhere else.

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It intrigued me to see the amount of sense in this movie, as ridiculous and comedic as it was. Students were the teachers, and through the abundance of creativity and ideas shared by the entire student body, actual learning took place. Society’s so-called “rejects” were getting more learning done than the prestigious, well-known Harmon College down the street.

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The student-learning environment portrayed in the movie is actually no different from learning today. Students are more and more encouraged to survive tests and quizzes with “independent” learning. Students are expected to share ideas with each other and learn from limited teacher-student interaction. I don’t know much about college but I have heard about how most of time, it’s just lecturing. You’re basically on your own, doing your own homework and developing your own study habits.

Where am I going with this? What I got from Accepted is that grades and teachers can only teach you so much. Sometimes, the real learning comes from talking to people, interacting with them, hearing their life stories. It’s much more enjoyable to learn something when it’s told in story-form. Through people and through others, your friends, you can actually learn things that help you with life, things that you can’t learn in a classroom setting.


The best place to start for stories? Your teachers. Love them or hate them, they were once students too. You’ll be surprised how mischievous or rebellious some teachers were back in the day. I have never found a teacher-told story boring or uninteresting at all. If anything, they gave me hope and a laugh that would last the entire day.

So keep an open mind. That athlete who sits next to you in Physics or that theater geek who helps you on homework can be some of the best teachers you will ever know. And if you have learned from them, embrace that new profound knowledge. You don’t need a quiz or a test or a college acceptance letter to prove that you’ve learned something valuable.


And remember.

Pocahontas never even went to college.

What? There’s a new Romeo and Juliet movie?


YOU BET THERE IS. Well, not exactly new, per se. The DVD was released a couple of weeks ago but I’d only watched it about twenty-four hours ago.

And a second time about eight hours ago…

Now, we all know that the story of Romeo and Juliet nowadays is usually a). mocked and ridiculed due to the fact that they’d fallen in love, gotten married, and died all within the span of about four days; or b). their romance has been overly dramatized and exaggerated via the media and all we can absorb from the story is the romance.

This story is very misunderstood.

And I tend to be drawn to misunderstood things.

Romeo and Juliet is not just a love story. I can probably go on a tangent about this but that is not why I’m writing today.

(However, if you wish to hear the reason why R&J is not just simply a love story, I recommend reading these)

This blog is all about my obsessions. And recently, I’ve been obsessed with the newest Romeo and Juliet movie starring Douglas Booth and Hailee Steinfeld:


Aren’t they just adorable?! I am well aware of the negative reviews this movie has received but that doesn’t stop it from being my absolute favorite version of R&J so far!

I personally love historical movies. So it definitely thrilled me to see the rustic, old village setting of the film. The European accents also added a great touch to the dialogue, as it fit with the dialect aspect of the script. Hailee and Ed did a fantastic job with the fake accents, by the way. Would’ve never noticed the difference between theirs and Douglas’ real accent!


Also, the clothing! Juliet’s dresses were absolutely stunning, down to every lace touch. I loved the colors she wore for the film, as well as Romeo’s look, even the maid’s! Stunning. Just stunning.

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The thing that I would especially love to commend about this movie, is the actual chemistry between the two leads.

Many casting directors, in my opinion, overlook the sense of chemistry between two romantically-attached characters in a movie. And I may sound superficial here, but looks play a great part in that chemistry. Rachel Bilson and Adam Brody in The OC, all of the main Gossip Girl couples (I personally love Chuck and Blair), Lea and Cory, Zac and Vanessa, Brad and Angelina; why do you think people shipped these pairs so much? It’s because they looked good together! Maybe there are some other underlying factors here and there but society is shallow. We like seeing good-looking couples on screen, because that’s what we idealize the “perfect couple” to be.


It seems like Hailee knew exactly what I was talking about. In her interview with the Huffington Post she said, “I feel that for the story of “Romeo and Juliet” to be impactful, it has to be believable and there has to be a certain level of chemistry between the two characters. I was so excited that I was able to weigh in on the casting process with Douglas and being a part of finding the right actor, which I think we did.”

Perhaps the sense of “chemistry” between two people is subjective. Other people can feel it while others don’t. I have no idea. But both Hailee and I had certainly felt it between her and Douglas! They were the reason why I’d been so ecstatic for this movie in the first place, in all honesty. Right when I saw the trailer.

Which reminds me, here’s the trailer itself!

Happy viewing, ya’ll! Hopefully my mother gives into my pleas and gets me the movie on DVD :3

And don’t be afraid to share some movie recommendations of your own! I would love to hear them!

Drabbles: At The Bus Stop

A girl was walking home alone. It was dark out, the streets bare and lifeless. The moon was high up in the night sky as it overlooked the city of Compton.

She pulls her coat closer to her as a chilly breeze sneaked by. Tears stained her cheeks, her eyes red and watery. She ran her fingers through her hair to keep the curly strands out of her face.

Up in the distance was a man. He was leaning against the bus stop sign, smoking a cigarette. His attire consisted of a torn-up sweater, a big burly, smelly-looking jacket, tattered up boots, and a scarf. He sported a tangled beard and uncombed hair.

The girl paused and considered her options. She could return home and avoid the risk of possible danger. That would’ve been easy.

But the thing was, she didn’t want to go home. Home was no longer the sanctuary that it once was to her. Home was where her parents were, where the expectations were. She hardly had the motivation to go back. It was stupid to think that she was choosing danger over safety. But at the moment, danger seemed more appealing to her than lectures about things that she already knew.

The girl pulled up the hood of her coat and gently made her way over to the bus stop. She stood at a clear distance from the man, keeping her guard up.

Then she felt like she was being watched. Slowly turning her head, she peered over at the man next to her. Their eyes met and she was surprised to see that the man had bright, red eyes.

She flinched, suddenly realizing what kind of person this man could be.

The man smirked and threw his cigarette to the ground, smashing its remains with the sole of his boot. He inched closer.

“What’s a girl like you,” he said, almost in a hushed whisper, “doing out here alone on the night streets of Compton hm?”

The girl backed away. “D-Don’t come any closer.” Her palms began to water and flashes of what could possibly happen ran throughout her mind. Why didn’t I just go home?!

The man cocked his head to the side. “You think I’m going to hurt you?”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

“The question is: why would I?”

The girl’s back reached a pole. She felt panicked, as if she’d reached a dead end and there was no way out. The man walked closer to her.

“B-Because,” she stammered, “because…your eyes…”

“Now you’re just being prejudiced.”

The girl blinked and looked away, knowing that her answer sounded pretty lame and judgmental.

The man stopped at about a yard away from her and  slid his hands into his pockets. Then he looked up at the night sky, observing the moon.

“I’m truly curious,” he then said, quietly, gently. “What are you doing out here by yourself? Compton isn’t very safe at night, I’m sure you know that.”

“Of course I know that,” the girl said. “I’m no idiot.”

“You’re beating around the bush here.”

The girl sighed and her shoulders relaxed as she gave in to his curiosity.

“My parents,” she started, “were giving me a hard time because I didn’t get into a college that I wanted to go to.”

The man nodded. “I see.”

“You should’ve seen them,” the girl said. “They were yelling and shouting and then they asked me why I was crying because apparently ‘crying doesn’t solve anything’ and then they called me weak. I know my failures more than anybody else and it doesn’t help when my own parents just start shoving it into my face.”

Tears began to fall. The girl sniffled and quickly brushed the wetness off of her cheeks, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” the man said, his head still facing the moon. “You tried your best, did you not?”

“I did. But it wasn’t good enough. Nothing is ever good enough when it comes to them. They expect some Goddess of a daughter and I hate to admit that I’m not capable of that but I’m not.”

“It’s not the end of the world,” the man said. “It really isn’t.”

“No offense, sir. But how would you know anything about this?” the girl asked.

The man smiled to himself. “Believe it or not, young lady, but I was once a Harvard scholar.”

The girl’s eyes widened. “No way.”

“It’s true.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“Believe what you wish. But remember that in the long run, an education is what matters the most. Of course it’d be nice to go to an Ivy League school or a UC and whatnot but take in account of the money. You will be drowning in debt before you can even blink.

“I-Is that why…”

“Life’s too short to be worrying all the time. You’ll get accepted into other schools, you’ll still be offered an education. Your parents will learn to accept your decisions. You’re an adult now.”

The girl shrugged. “I guess so. What’s done is done, right? Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.”

“Maybe it wasn’t.”

The bus lights shone brightly in the distance, coming closer and closer until it pulled to a stop just in front of the pair. The doors opened, and the man stepped inside. He turned around, noticing that the girl hadn’t followed him.

“Are you going to get on?” he asked her.

The girl shook her head. “No. I’m going home.”

The man nodded with a grin. “Great choice.”

The girl smiled through her tears. “Thank you,” she said.¬†“By the way, why are your eyes red?”

“Birth defect,” the man replied. “It’s extremely rare but I like to think of it as a gift.” Then with one last look, the doors to the bus closed.

JFK’s Self-Proclaimed Love Child


Meet Jack Worthington: a man who claims that he is the love child of none other than President John F. Kennedy.¬†When I first saw him my mind went into a state of shock: he bears a greater resemblance to JFK than John Jr., I’d thought. A cold shiver ran down my spine at the thought of him being the potential step brother to Caroline and John.

And of course I didn’t want the inevitable to be true. I didn’t want to think that JFK had another son, that his philandering had gotten to such an extent. I’ve read from sources that he had an abortionist and whatnot and had been very careful (in addition to his father) about leaving footprints. Based from some very well-known Kennedy blogs on Tumblr, none of them seem to be too shocked about the matter, thinking that it’d be no surprise considering how much JFK had horsed around.

There is lack of DNA evidence and the whole situation had become as vague and cloudy as a winter’s fog. Jack Worthington states that the entire situation had ruined his life and now he’s apparently super tight-lipped about it. Check out the video below for more information on Jack Worthington and his claim:

I don’t know about you but when I heard about this scandal it just made me really miss John Jr. since he’s the only known son of JFK. Not to mention he’s just one of the most humble and charming celebrities I’ve ever seen. Not many celebrities are like him nowadays.

So. Here is JFK Jr.’s interview with Oprah back in 1996 where you shall witness his charming and exuberant personality:

5 Perfect Pick-Me-Ups


We all have those really, really bad days. Days where you’re just in a very uncompromising slump, where all you really want to do is close your eyes and forget that the world even exists. It may be a break up, a tough time with the parents, or a horrible grade on a test. Or maybe it’s the laziness kicking in. The other day I was lying on the couch feeling like the biggest couch potato in the universe, and then my mother asks me to wash the dishes for her.

Of course I didn’t want to get up and of course I had no intentions on exerting energy of any kind.


Whatever the feeling may be, I have a solution for you. What you need is the perfect pick-me-up.


Pick-me-ups do wonders. They lighten your spirits, wake up that life inside your body, and make you feel alive again. Which is what life should be about, really. Here are a couple of pick-me-ups that I find extremely effective and hopefully, they manage to cheer you up as well:

1. A Song You Can Dance To


Nothing gets you up and moving more than the perfect dance track. Put that dance playlist on blast and you’ll feel rejuvenated in no time!


“Drunk in Love” by Beyonce ft. Jay-Z¬†(seriously the song that I jammed to after my mother made me wash the dishes)

2. A Movie or TV Show That Makes You Laugh


The thing about movies and TV shows is that they transport you into a new world. You suddenly feel like you’re not alone, that the characters are there to accompany you. If you’re to be transported into a new world, it ought to be a funny world.¬†Comedies are a must. Not only will they make you laugh your rear off, but that source of laughter is what’s going to keep you moving forward throughout the night.


21 Jump Street

She’s The Man

Mean Girls


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These are all movies that I would watch when I’m feeling a bit gloomy. They never fail to make me laugh. Stay away from tear-jerkers (unless that kind of stuff strangely comforts you) and you should be good.

3. A Comforting Drink


What’s more relaxing than curling up with a good book and a rejuvenating drink? In this case, sodas and chips aren’t going to do you justice. Settle for something healthy, something that you know is good for your body. Nothing feels better than knowing that you’re doing something beneficial for your body.


Any type of tea. My personal favorites are Green Tea and Oolong.

A smoothie from Jamba (Strawberry Wild Light for me)

A plate of apples with almond butter

4. A Great Friend


When you’re feeling down, the worst thing to be is alone. Call up that friend who you know can make you laugh and smile.

5. A Change of Scenery


Change is good. The thing is that when you’re in one place for too long, you get bored. And being bored is not a good thing at all.

So take a drive to somewhere new. Go out of your comfort zone and check out that new restaurant down the street, try rock climbing or horseback riding, something you haven’t done before. It’s refreshing to try something new for a change and inevitably, you’ll feel like a new and shiny person.


Those are my main sources of pick-me-ups and for the most part, they do their job!¬†I hope you get out of your slump and I hope life for you is great. Any other perfect pick-me-ups? Don’t hesitate to share them with me! I would love to read them.

“Parents Just Don’t Understand”

The Nictor Project

Yeah. They really don’t.

There are many things that adults don’t know about students. Many like to think they do, but with the generation gap and the introduction of the technological age, things have definitely changed.

With this project, I aim to voice out aspects of modern-day student life that some adults may not be aware of, such as using smartphones in the classroom, or the real reason why the color of a graduation gown is no big deal. I want to voice these issues out, show people what students are really thinking and doing.

My project also serves as a source for motivation and inspiration, in which I would post quotes that I find meaningful or encouraging. I wanted a project that would assist students in such ways, to help them feel comforted, like they’re not alone with these issues. Parents, teachers, and students can have a better sense of communication and understanding as well.

However, when I was brainstorming for such an innovation project, it had many stages of evolution that would all, inevitably, contribute to the ever-growing Nictor Project.

Stage 1: Origami Origins


During the summer I’d volunteered at the library several times. One of the events held at the library had been an origami class. The event supervisor advised me that since the majority of the patrons would be kids, to teach something that would be fairly simple. I’d been doing origami ever since elementary school, knowing how to fold a crane with my eyes closed. That was my best, after all: the crane.

But in the end, I’d chosen a cup. It was easy, albeit perhaps a bit too easy, and could be done in literally about three seconds. Click here to learn how to make it!

On the day of the origami class, I sat down at my table, waiting for kids to come. Many kids actually even passed my table, perhaps finding the cup not interesting enough. I shrugged it off, because after all I was still getting my volunteer hours anyways. Bored, I began folding the origami papers on the table, making my crane absentmindedly. A little girl comes by and asks me if I could show her how to make one. “It might be a bit hard,” I warn her. She bravely sits down and replies, “It’s okay.”

So I teach her how to make a crane, step by step. The crane was much more difficult than anything else at the origami event, but soon kids came piling over to my table, wondering how to make such a pretty and exotic bird. Even adults began coming over to learn how to make one.

When I talked to those children, I found that they learned better when you talked to them as if you were talking to an equal, like a friend. I saw many of the other origami instructors, teenagers like me, talking to the kids as if they were still an infant, a mere child.

While first brainstorming for an innovation project, I thought back to this memory and realized how perhaps more adults or parents needed to know about this method of treating children like an equal. I thought about how such a method could prevents kids from being shy, helping them open up and have fun. All these ideas eventually bunched up into a documentary idea about how overprotective parenting basically stinks.

Since I was doing a project on children, I decided to combine the names of my two younger cousins: Nicolas and Victoria. These two cousins of mine are extra special to me because they’re the ones who always keep the kid inside of me alive with their rambunctious ways. So there it was: The Nictor Project.

Of course I had to come up with a logo.


An old draft. NOTE: the tumblr is no longer in use.


A before and after.

Stage 2: A Short Attention Span and Mistrust

So now it was time to pitch my innovation project to my advisers. After some brief trials of Crows vs. Crops, I’d simplified it to: a documentary showcasing how overprotective parenting has affected high school students.

My advisers figured that no parent or adult would trust a bunch of teenagers talking about how they don’t like being overprotected. They told me that perhaps I should interview business CEO’s or teachers, people who adults would most likely trust. They also suggested short, 2-minute video clips, since many people don’t like watching videos that are 3 minutes plus (myself, including).¬†

Stage 3: Apparent Issues

This year, many of my teachers were really starting to utilize technology to get their lessons across: Canvas, Twitter, the school portal, Youtube, pdf files online. My mother would always chastise me for being on the internet so much, and I would defend myself and tell her that it’s for school. But, of course, she wouldn’t believe me. I mentioned this to some of my other friends and they gave me similar responses: their parents were getting on their case too about spending too much time on the internet when in actuality it’s for school.

This was where the idea for my first video came to be. I wanted to showcase a teacher telling directly the audience that education actually needs technology, in the hopes that others would see it and get the idea that students are not in the wrong here. My English teacher assisted me in encouraging me to use Twitter to carry out my project, and also helped me spread the word. My project was suddenly starting to take shape.


Stage 4: Still Pending

My project is still growing and evolving everyday. Just a couple of weeks ago my teacher suggested uploading quotes or pictures that I find moving or motivating, to keep my project alive.

A couple of photos from @NictorProject 's twitter.

A couple of photos from @NictorProject ‘s twitter.

I tend to observe things around the classroom. I also tend to take the things that my teachers and counselors say into consideration. If they say something that I feel like everyone should know, then I would add it onto my list of video ideas.


The most difficult part about this project thus far, in my opinion, is describing my project to people. It has such wide boundaries that I have trouble finding ways to sum it up in a sentence. So it was actually pretty hard for me to come up with a valid description for this project. Getting my friend to assist me in filming also was quite a challenge. I do all the editing but a fellow good friend of mine assists me in allowing me to film with her HD camera.


My future projects include videos about my counselor talking about how gown color actually doesn’t matter. I’d slumped into her office one afternoon, telling her how disappointed I was in myself for not being able to attain the white gown I strove so hard for (at my school, the “smarter” kids with a certain GPA get white gowns instead of blue). She’d asked me, “Do you really think your gown color will have an effect on your future?” When I replied yes, she proceeded to explain to me why she actually loathes the gown color system. And this is what I feel like more people should know, because some of my friends had been pretty sad about not getting their white gowns also.

Another project in pending is a video on how community college is not the end of the world. If anything, it’s a great choice, equally smart. Many people look down on the 2-year community college system but one of my other counselors had also explained to me that it’s actually a super awesome path to take.

If any of you guys have any ideas or input on this project of mine, don’t hesitate to comment below! Or email us at: thenictorproject@gmail.com

I’d used the pronoun “us” back there. This is actually a one-woman project but I like referring to this project with words like “us” or “our” because I feel like we’re all in this together.


Okay bad joke. But I seriously mean it when I say that this project is for everyone, not just me.

Further links are provided below. I would love for you guys to check it out!


Facebook page


Youtube Channel

The Smart Aleck Charm




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My dad uses the term as an insult, as a way of telling someone that they’re being irritatingly annoying.

But in Hollywood, there’s a trend of smart alecks swarming about.

Though I guess I wouldn’t blame them.

Smart alecks have a certain charm and likeness to them, and are also extremely fun to watch. They’re funny, interesting, and their know-it-all personalities just make you want to have lunch with them and laugh with them all day long.

A prime example would be Tony Stark.

An American billionaire playboy, industrialist, and ingenious engineer.

An American billionaire playboy, industrialist, and ingenious engineer.

He is one of the most beloved Marvel characters, known for his sarcastic and witty ways. But if anything, those seemingly-negative characteristics is what makes up his appeal. He provides comic relief in the otherwise super intense and dramatic Avengers movie. Audiences love him because him being somewhat of a know-it-all makes them laugh and smile.


Selena Gomez as Alex Russo

Selena Gomez’s portrayal of Alex Russo in Wizards of Waverly Place also contributes to the idea that smart alecks are actually extremely entrancing. If anything, the character Alex Russo proves to be distinct and memorable simply because she was different from the usual goody-two-shoe Disney characters. Her sass and rebel-like quality added spunk to the show. She was the rebel amongst the sea of Disney’s generic good girls.

Because of this charm, Hollywood has a knack for portraying smart alecks as the more appealing characters. In real life, smart alecks may be so annoying to the brink of wanting to pull your hair out (there is actually a smart aleck in one of my classes that ticks me off to no end) but in TV and movies, you suddenly want such characters to be your best friend.

My favorite smart aleck however, is the character who had inspired me to write this post: Psych’s Shawn Spencer.

A very attractive picture of Shawn.

A very attractive picture of Shawn.

Shawn is honestly the very epitome of a smart aleck. He never listens, smart talks his way out of practically everything, and doesn’t hesitate to boast about his “psychic” abilities. Even so, Shawn still possesses a compassionate, good heart, and manages to maintain a healthy relationship with his dad. Not to mention Gus can never stay mad at him. He’s that good. Shawn seriously cracks me up every time he’s on TV. Love him so much.

Any other charming smart alecks that you guys can think of? If you have one in mind don’t hesitate to comment below! I would love to hear them!


Like Father, Like Son


“They called it Camelot.”

Robert Dallek: well known historian and Kennedy expert, the guy that I usually see all the time in JFK documentaries and interviews. I am extremely excited to have begun reading his well-acclaimed novel “An Unfinished Life”. Just a couple of days ago actually, I’d read my first biography on JFK Jr. (it was amazing, as expected).

While reading “An Unfinished Life” however, I came across some characteristics about JFK that reminded me of some of JFK Jr.’s characteristics when I’d finished reading his biography days earlier. Of course, it’s no surprise to find similarities between them. But I just absolutely¬†love seeing or pinpointing the resemblances between a father and his son, so I just want to take a moment to share with you guys the similarities that I’ve found so far between John F. Kennedy and none other than his namesake, John F. Kennedy Jr. Don’t hesitate to share other similarities not mentioned as well!

The two may bear of little resemblance: JFK with his sandy red hair and blue eyes, John-John with his dark hair and chocolate brown eyes. But of course, that’s just looks.

JFK had spent a portion of his teenage years at a boarding school called Choate. Multiple roommates would speak of how messy his room would be, clothes piled up in a corner. He’d been extremely disorganized and had a tendency to lose things. Similarly, JFK Jr. also had a horrible habit of losing things. He’d even had to put his keys on a chain to prevent him from losing them. But being the accident-prone guy he was, he would instead accidentally whack himself in the face with the keys.

In addition, JFK Jr. excelled at sports rather than academics, just like his father. The two of them got mediocre grades during school, and were both horrible spellers. JFK Jr., who had dyslexia, many times felt discouraged about his schoolwork. Jackie however, would rest assure him that he would overcome his obstacles. After all, his father had also been a horrible speller but he ended up becoming president of the United States.

What really struck a chord in me though was JFK’s decision to attend Princeton at the beginning of his college career instead of Harvard, which was where his father and his competitive older brother attended. JFK Jr. had chosen Brown University instead of the Kennedy’s trademark Harvard. The Kennedys are known for their daredevil and reckless personalities. Instilled within them are a sense of rebelliousness, and it was evidently clear that JFK had passed that very trait onto his son.

Of course there are other miscellaneous similarities such as how they both never had real trouble getting girls, their instant appeal towards the media, and how they both loved the sea.

Maybe it was these similarities that made the public so hopeful for America’s Prince. The King’s life had been cut short, his potential diminished. America was left to wonder if the Prince himself would take over the throne, bring Camelot back to its former glory and glamour. But unfortunately, his life had been cut short also. Hey. That’s another similarity. Golly gee.

I seriously just realized that. Wow.

On a brighter note, been addicted to John Legend’s “All of Me” ever since his breathtaking performance on The Grammys. Genius.