Why do people succumb to anger?
It feels so easy to slip into its grasp. But at the same time, from a distance, it looks quite stupid. Aren't we overreacting? What's the point of hitting one another, yelling at one another, going to war with one another? Yet when are up close, immersed in anger, we feel nothing but blissful rage, if that makes sense. Sweet revenge empowers us. Makes us feel as if we are at the top of the world. Maybe it is a survival mechanism. But I sure wish it weren't.
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la pomme.
I was walking to P.E. today, and I found an apple on the ground. It was your typical gala apple, a dull sheen of light yellow and red. This particular apple had no blemishes; it was so pretty that I wondered why anyone would want to throw that gorgeous thing away.
I kept walking, my eye on the apple. As I reached the ramp for the locker room, I saw the part of the apple that was originally hidden from my view. It was bitten, covered in dust, and the exact opposite of what it first appeared.
To the Bean and Fudge-a-Pudge (sorry, it was chocolate) I said, "Looks can be deceiving."
And they sure can. I was reading Verdadera's topic of the month - Depression. In most of the cases, the people who were depressed didn't appear so to the people around them. They were smiling, joking around, gossiping - the usual. Just like the apple.
People have a tendency to see only the outer layer of the onion. Very few peel to the middle. And if they do, they would find a totally different person from what they see. But no one cares or listens. What do the depressed do? Collapse, cry, cut, etc. All they need is a supportive person; someone to listen, someone who would give their shoulder to cry on; someone to be there when needed.
Don't stop at the layer, man. Dig deeper. The happiest people around are usually the ones with something bugging them; they just don't show it on the layer. But if you listen, it'll all come tumbling out eventually. xD
In Lit, we're doing the poetry unit. Never really was attracted to poetry 'till last year. This year I found one of the awesomest dudes around: Kahlil Gibran. His poems and stories are beautiful. I love them. Here's my second favorite one. To see my favorite, look at my 1st post.
Song of the Wave
* The strong shore is my beloved
* And I am his sweetheart.
* We are at last united by love, and
* Then the moon draws me from him.
* I go to him in haste and depart
* Reluctantly, with many
* Little farewells.
*
* I steal swiftly from behind the
* Blue horizon to cast the silver of
* My foam upon the gold of his sand, and
* We blend in melted brilliance.
*
* I quench his thirst and submerge his
* Heart; he softens my voice and subdues
* My temper.
* At dawn I recite the rules of love upon
* His ears, and he embraces me longingly.
*
* At eventide I sing to him the song of
* Hope, and then print smooth hisses upon
* His face; I am swift and fearful, but he
* Is quiet, patient, and thoughtful. His
* Broad bosom soothes my restlessness.
*
* As the tide comes we caress each other,
* When it withdraws, I drop to his feet in
* Prayer.
*
* Many times have I danced around mermaids
* As they rose from the depths and rested
* Upon my crest to watch the stars;
* Many times have I heard lovers complain
* Of their smallness, and I helped them to sigh.
*
* Many times have I teased the great rocks
* And fondled them with a smile, but never
* Have I received laughter from them;
* Many times have I lifted drowning souls
* And carried them tenderly to my beloved
* Shore. He gives them strength as he
* Takes mine.
*
* Many times have I stolen gems from the
* Depths and presented them to my beloved
* Shore. He takes them in silence, but still
* I give fro he welcomes me ever.
*
* In the heaviness of night, when all
* Creatures seek the ghost of Slumber, I
* Sit up, singing at one time and sighing
* At another. I am awake always.
*
* Alas! Sleeplessness has weakened me!
* But I am a lover, and the truth of love
* Is strong.
* I may be weary, but I shall never die.
Isn't that pretty? [Pillsbury, BOB ROSS!] There was one last thing I wanted to say... I don't remember. I will just do a blurb then.
Hidden
Behind closed eyes am I,
silent, thoughtful,
waiting to be watched unseeingly.
I twirl, dance, frolic,
spinning my colors around me,
all the while shrouded in darkness.
What am I?
I know naught save that I am Beauty at its purest.
I am formless, shapeless.
I am Love, sweet and tender,
neither raging nor arrogant,
for I am true,
if anything is to be true at all.
Search inside for me,
and you will find that I am no other,
but yourself.
Is this life a dream? Is there anything real and true about this Earth? Bill Nye said it himself, each atom of ours is mostly open space, as the majority of the atom is the electron cloud, containing the most minuscule electrons. Ernest Rutherford was conducting an experiment and shot "...alpha particles as atomic bullets, probed the atoms in a piece of thin (0.00006 cm) gold foil." (from cartage.org) Basically, most of the alpha particles went through the foil, as if there was nothing inside it, which clearly suggests that most of the space in the atom is empty! With an almost infinite number of atoms in this world, aren't we just space, with a little extra stuff? What's so real about us? We're just a vacuum after all!
Everyday, I feel as if I'm living a dream, that I'll wake up later in some random place, rub my eyes, then set off doing something REAL. But that's just me. How are you doing today? Tell me in the cbox. xD
Things I'm glad for:
-darkness
-poetry
-science (as temporary as it is, I still am fascinated by it)
-French (My mom says I should have taken Spanish. Honestly, I don't think I would have lasted 4 years of that. xP French is for moi. Je suis francaise, et je suis tres content. La vie- je l'aime beaucoup, mais je patauge et ma voiture est tombe en panne. J'ai besoin d'aide! Et une station-service. Hahaha. Je suis tres amusante.)
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la vie dans l'ordinateur
Internet failz.
For [almost] every entry, there's an answer. People are losing independence, and resort to the computer; like I do.
I lose tons of time to the computer. It's not wise, it's not smart, but I do it anyway. Why? 'Cause temptation gets the better of me.
I'm sure it's the same for everyone else. Otherwise, how come so many people are online on Omegle when they should be studying and doing something productive?
The human mind is a very annoying contraption. It's squishy, and I'm not quite sure what color it is. It's useful at times, but other than that it's plain annoying.
Why do we let our minds get the better of us? Why is it that the mind controls us? Is there a little bit of me in my brain besides my mind?
Are we much different from a computer? After all, both have an extensive knowledge, are controlled by a CPU/brain, and are dependent on material resources. What makes us different from robots? Are we robots?
My music teacher always preaches understanding of the songs we sing. In one recording, she repeated that without understanding, our actions lose meaning. Without understanding, there's no point in doing anything. That's why she requires us to know the meaning of what we sing; that way it's heartfelt.
Computers don't understand. They mechanically do stuff. Our job is to make sure we don't do stuff mechanically. When asked a deep question, the computer can only pull up something from the Internet's caches. Hence, the stupid response to my heart felt question: what do I do? [look it up yourself] The Internet can't give advice or use it's brain to search deeper into itself. If it did, it would just find some computer chips made from Cisco (WOOT! I have no idea if Cisco actually makes chips though. If they did, I want baked ones. YUMM).
And since I nicely digressed from my original question, I shall get back on track. Is there a piece of OURSELVES in our mind? I'm not quite sure, but I do like to [sort of] talk certain voice I hear. I'm not sure if it's a girl or boy, but I hear a voice that I can relate to, that encourages me, that puts a smile on my face. The voice reflects on my thoughts. I can bounce stuff off of it. That voice is my buddy, but it isn't me. I can share what I'm thinking with it 'cause it lives in my brain and sees everything anyways.
I still like staring off into space, finding random details. Talking to someone about the pacer test can only get so far, and then they scamper off to the next conversation. It's that part of social life that bugs me. It really shows that one is more interested in engaging themselves than keeping the other company. When I get left behind, I don't mind. I stare off into space until the next person hops for a quick conversation. I'm looking into the world, but I like to have an unfocused look. For some weird reason, you can see more that way. If you focus, you see so little, and what little you see is so unfamiliar. I don't know which I prefer. Both are good in moderation. [I baked my first cake for my mom's bday. My bro and I anyways. We loved it! It tasted yummy. For my bday I don't want gifts, a party, nothing. All I want to do is: wash my hair the day before [so my hair's curly and not as poofy] and eat homemade food including a milk chocolate cake]. Birthdays don't really have any meaning, but why not just make an excuse to enjoy an evening with loved ones? YUM CAKE!]
Things I'm grateful for:
-food, ate dinner. yum
-powerpoint lectures. thanks mr. Kim. now i need to study for your test.
-Kahlil Gibran. still love his poems. refer to first post
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il pleut.
It's raining! :D
Have you ever looked out from under the shade of a building into the rain and felt oddly detached from the people around you? I felt that way at lunch.
Rain is a magnet. I love the sound of it, the smell of it, the feel of it. I just like rain. That could be because I have a weird bond to water. I simply adore waterfalls, lakes, swimming, and of course rain. I still don't get why. Maybe I was a fish in my past life. If so, I hope I was a CLOWNFISH, because Marlin is so punny. (FINDING NEMO FTW).
I digress yet again. The thing is that water is so calming, so soft, so pure. I feel so drawn to it, and it hurts me when people say they hate rain. First of all, where would plants all over the world get their water? Without plants how can we survive? Second, rain=water for us to drink from the reservoirs. Third, rain is just awesome, okay?
Rain makes me feel like a puny speck of dust, which in essence I am compared to the entire universe. I'm probably just a quark or something. But the rain make feel like a different quark from the rest. The rest would eat and talk about something random and useless in the long run; others would cram for tests or do homework; others stand in the lunch line to get junk food. And I, I stare out into the rain and feel happy. I feel happy 'cause my brain isn't pestering me with some stupid thoughts about grades or other stuff. I feel happy because for at least one second, I can acknowledge who I am: me.
Rain boots
Green, squeaky rain boots are planted firmly on the cement. A girl, without an umbrella, looks up at the sky.
Gray clouds block out the sun, yet she is as vibrant as ever. Drops of rain patter on her nose, her hair, her outreached tongue.
She is alone in a courtyard, just standing there. Rain drops fall harder, harder, trying to break her will. Drizzle becomes rain; rain becomes hail, yet she stands with her little green boots, with a smile on her face.
She closes her eyes slowly, and is at complete peace. It is just her and the water, her and the water. No thoughts, no distractions, no pestering tests. Just water.
After ten minutes, the clouds clear. She opens her wet eyes. There is a blue patch of sky right above her.
Dejected, she turns away. A minute or two later, a cascade of water is dumped on her head, by another nimbus cloud. A fresh smile breaks out on her face, as the sky is enveloped into gloom once more.
Some people just like rain. What can they do about it?
Yup yup. HWLLDGI, I don't know if I'm an indigo or a crystal, but I know that I'm looking for something different, too. Just don't know how to get it.
So, that's all I'm gonna blog for today. Keep smiling and drink water. 8]
Things I'm grateful for:
-lightning (just when it doesn't hit anything)
-rain
-thunder
-fungi
-writing
-chemistry and biology :D
P.S. I still wasn't able to view lightning from afar, but I did hear thunder. Sounds like garbage cans on the roll. :D
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the strong and the weak
Isn't it so interesting to look into the past and see how stupid we were? Well, I'm looking at a book of WWII, called Hiroshima. It's by John Hershey and is an account of 6 survivors.
I'm reading it for a literary project and I realized how these people who died weren't as bad as the Americans thought. There was a mother, protecting her kids, a father trying to evacuate his family, and a doctor in his underwear on the porch. These people didn't deserve such a bad death. They were innocent.
In LD debate, our resolution is dealing with whether or not we should use economic sanctions. At first, I sympathized with the negative. After all, it prevents countries from doing nuclear stuff (for ex) that could affect even more people than in the country alone. I was talking to Mishy and she was saying, "what about the innocents?" For once, I was in the dilemma diplomats of today are in. Should I save more people and by doing so, hurt the fewer unlucky souls in the country? Or should I let the country have its rights and put the rest of the world at stake? What should we do for the best of all people?
Man, I can link everything to this problem now. xP Even Indian stuff! In Andhra, the Telangana part of the state has been considering themselves a separate state for years now. Their leader went on a hunger strike and was on the verge of death to support his cause of having a separate Telangana. The Indian governemnt consented and allowed them to form a new state. The rest of Andhra is rebelling, though, as they don't approve.
When I first heard it, I was furious. My home state split up because of a random dude fasting? Jumping to conclusions, my friend, is an easy way to blame people. But one needs to know all the facts before forming an opinion. Even though I was prejudiced against this group, I tried to learn more about them.
It turns out that they tried to separate because they felt they weren't being represented in government well. I was talking with my dad about it, and he told me that it wasn't just that. Students from Telangana have less of a chance getting into good schools in Andhra, which place priority on locals. These people had a legitimate reason to split. I didn't acknowledge that until recently.
I went to a friend's house before Christmas, and her mom was mentioning how Telangana was a good thing. I guess so. These people will get their rights. But the thing is that, most of this area is farmland, and I'm not even sure that having a separate state will ensure them rights. India, like any other country, being prone to corruption can't help all the innocents.
But I digress from my point. KCR (the dude who fasted and was the head of this party)was like Gandhi. After all, Gandhi went on strike and fasted for freedom from the British. How would it be if you denied your own citizen the right to peacefully protest as the father of your country did? I guess the Indian government had that in mind when they decided to split Andhra. [Now tons of parties in India want to be separated because Telangana got its freedom. The Indian gov't just said no more new states, which is sort of stupid in the sense that they're listening to Andhra and not to other states who're also fasting. How fair is that? If you let one split, then they all should get a chance to split, right?] However, which party should you listen to? The few willing to give their lives for a cause, or the mobs against them who want their voice to be heard too? Must we sacrifice the rights of a few for greater good? If we do, will it even be good ?
That was just going on in my mind. I know I don't want to be a politician. ;]
There are many sides to an issue. But does that make each situation a no-win one? We'll have to wait and see.
The strong and the weak
Take a rich man, with proud and arrogant,
and a farmer, humble and meek.
What do both have common?
A will to live, one may say, and equal rights.
I must scoff at you, if you are that one.
For if a war, as horrifying as the worst tempest,
were to erupt from the wells of man's greed and folly,
who would be thrown out into the battle's wicked claws?
The farmer is who.
If man's self-confidence and stupidity,
pull the stock market down into the depths of recession,
who takes the first fall?
The farmer is who.
When the poor fall, without any assistance,
how are these equal rights existing?
Where is the support the strong have, in the lives of the weak?
Where are their rights?
In the world of the strong and the weak,
there is no such thing as equality,
as brotherhood, as love, and peace.
How is life worth living in that world,
when you know that your rise is someone else's fall?
How can you have sweet dreams that turn bitter in others' minds?
How can the strong be happy,
while the weak suffer?
Will there ever be a moment,
at least one,
where our status doesn't matter,
our skin color, our race, our culture
are all accepted,
and when the strong hold hands with the weak?
If it will come,
you will see the folly of your answer,
as fairness is nonexistent in our world today,
as we live in the world of the strong and the weak.
Give me your feedback in the cbox. Cheerio!
Things I'm grateful for:
-nonfiction
-history
-classical music
-fungus fair on Sunday <3
-love and peace. And GTA that doesn't mean I'm a hippie.
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8 minutes
I'm gonna blog this post in 8 minutes. That may sound long to you, but I spend time on my writing. xP
I was just chatting with Batman, my biffle. She was looking for critique on her story. I'll get her permission if I can put her story up here. xD
But that takes us to the topic of writing. Writing can be your average essay, or something better. Personally, I like freestyle because I am not held back by formats, which is why I blog. But a great thing about writing is see it improve from draft to draft. i'm in Writing for Publication and we wrote a bunch of articles 1st semester.
I'm picking out one piece, the social commentary. I wrote it and I knew it sucked a lot. Then I workshopped it and got critique from Snoopy, Danni, and Dumbledore. We became the fantastic four. My piece evolved into a beauty. I loved it.
I was giving Batman some critique, and she agreed with me on how good it feels to get good criticism. Most of the time, people read your piece and say "It's really good!" and give you nothing. That is annoying. Giving good critique is the best thing you can do for your fellow writers.
SO GIVE ME FEEDBACK! I don't see anyone commenting or anything. Sheesh. What am I writing this thing for then?
Gah, 8 min is up. So I shall stop here. Be nice to your friends, guys. and keep smiling...
Things I'm grateful for:
-brothers
-office desk
-random Indian soaps
-Korean >:D That's right Pillsbury.
Note: Pillsbury was micromanaging on this blog. But she awesomed it, I agree. SO thanks, man. By the way, I found my pet pincone Penelope. She's still in good shape since last year...
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All is Well
Phew, I worked my butt off to get the new layout. XD And I couldn't have done it without the help of Pillsbury. Looking back, I was very technologically challenged. Ah well, at least I know how to do stuff now! I added a cbox, too, so please add comments when you can. ;D So yeah, I'm dedicating this post to Pillsbury <3.
Sigh. I wanted to practice music, but I didn't get anything done. So much for getting off the hamster wheel. It really makes me restless knowing that I'm not getting anything done.
I watched 3 Idiots yesterday. It's a Hindi movie about a dude who joins this prestigious college and learns because he loves to. It was all a flashback, with occasional glimpses of the present (10years after college, where they're trying to find the dude). The movie had a lot of morals, and one of them was to follow your heart blah blah and to fool yourself into thinking "all is well." There was some vulgar humor, but the movie wasn't so bad... I just expected more comedy than was there. They showed some really pretty places in the movie, though. And there's a credits fight apparently; this dude claims the story came from his book. When will we ever get world peas?
There was a story in the movie. The watchman of the village kept yelling "All is well" and then one night the village got robbed, and they realized the guy was blind and was saying that just to fool people into thinking they were safe.
Sigh. Last day of break. I plan to go to Pillsbury's place and do stuff. <3
I have a lame blurb coming up, so if you don't like it go eat ice cream.
Pop
I sat crouched in the glass of water, squashed by my oversized neighbors.
Through the glass, I could see gargantuan fingers transporting us to a steel pot. My visuals were gone- all I could see was the mess of arms and legs around me.
A few seconds later, we were all spread out. I fanned myself with my hand. The current went faster and faster, faster and faster until I found myself at the top of the mass of water.
This was a defining moment in my life. As a water molecule, I'd always been pushed around by others. Now was the chance to get some bragging rights.
I held hands with the people around me, and we rose into an impressive bubble. The human saw us and picked us up with a bubble wand. By the looks of it, it was a girl. If it was a boy, we'd probably have been dead by now.
I felt a breeze on my skin, as the girl blew us. And we flew, up into the blue sky. I reveled in the spirit of flying. I was free!
Alas! My newfound happiness was short lived, for we hit a branch and "Pop!" dispersed like marbles on a wooden table.
I fell lightly onto a blade of grass and thought bitterly as I was stepped on by a boy with boots, Curse you, Uggs!
That was extremely lame. I'll try to come up with something better next time.
Things I'm grateful for:
-Red Mango
-golf land
-sleeping in late
-water pik
-pongal
EDIT: Pillsbury did most of it. ;D Love you, LFeV
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On a Hamster Wheel
That's right. I feel as if I'm getting nowhere in the long run. I hope that changes soon in the New Year.
Personally, I don't believe in resolutions, but I would like to do the following in the New Year:
1. Learn my 3yr old cousin's gibberish language
2. overcome distractions and achieve my goals (aka time management)
3. become a more understanding person
4. become calmer (I believe I am succeeding- less crazy outbursts. People claim I'm acting too serious when I'm calm, but being calm doesn't mean you're less happy! Being calm is awesome because it actually makes you feel good. Maniacal laughing and fits don't even have a good reason to be happy. It's like when you're calm, you're happy for a reason that is worthwhile and that happiness stays. Happiness is dear to me. Be a smile millionare. Always really smile. :] Brightens your day and that of others around you!)
5. stay fit. (and get that 7:20 mile time)
6. keep loving the world and everyone on it. Yeah, I don't care if that sounds hippyish, Drama King, because it's what makes the world go 'round.
Today does not feel like New Year at all. I guess it comes with the fact that as you get older, time doesn't matter. I mean, a new year is just saying I survived another year. Then if we celebrate so much for that, we may as well be thankful each day that we're alive... gah, my argumentation sucks right now. Cut me some slack- it's 1:35 in the morning. And I have no idea how I'll get used to waking up early on Monday. :[
We were trying to watch District 9 today. Of course, we failed. We got ripped off at 3 sites and even took a Twilight quiz to "gain access" to an image. I hope to watch it in the near future.
The clock
It was New Year's Eve and everyone else was teeming with energy obtained from cake, brownies, and sparkling cider. On the TV set, a man with a cheesy voice from ABC was blabbing something to a dude with a mullet. Behind them was the luminescent ball, dropping ever so slowly.
The time was 11:59 and the countdown began. Everyone chanted the numbers like kindergarteners on a sugar rush. And then they got to 0. And then they screamed and did all that good stuff.
In the corner, this young child looked at the clock with all of its hands on the 12. And he thought, What's the point of New Year's? I can count down from 60 any time in the year...
And with that wise thought, he continued staring at the clock, finding protection from the crazy party in its clicking gears.
I might as well practice my numbers, the boy reflected. After all, I will be going into 1st grade. 60..59..58...
Things I'm grateful for
-life
-sleep
-happiness
-friends
-family
-my readers
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la pomme.
I was walking to P.E. today, and I found an apple on the ground. It was your typical gala apple, a dull sheen of light yellow and red. This particular apple had no blemishes; it was so pretty that I wondered why anyone would want to throw that gorgeous thing away.
I kept walking, my eye on the apple. As I reached the ramp for the locker room, I saw the part of the apple that was originally hidden from my view. It was bitten, covered in dust, and the exact opposite of what it first appeared.
To the Bean and Fudge-a-Pudge (sorry, it was chocolate) I said, "Looks can be deceiving."
And they sure can. I was reading Verdadera's topic of the month - Depression. In most of the cases, the people who were depressed didn't appear so to the people around them. They were smiling, joking around, gossiping - the usual. Just like the apple.
People have a tendency to see only the outer layer of the onion. Very few peel to the middle. And if they do, they would find a totally different person from what they see. But no one cares or listens. What do the depressed do? Collapse, cry, cut, etc. All they need is a supportive person; someone to listen, someone who would give their shoulder to cry on; someone to be there when needed.
Don't stop at the layer, man. Dig deeper. The happiest people around are usually the ones with something bugging them; they just don't show it on the layer. But if you listen, it'll all come tumbling out eventually. xD
In Lit, we're doing the poetry unit. Never really was attracted to poetry 'till last year. This year I found one of the awesomest dudes around: Kahlil Gibran. His poems and stories are beautiful. I love them. Here's my second favorite one. To see my favorite, look at my 1st post.
Song of the Wave
* The strong shore is my beloved
* And I am his sweetheart.
* We are at last united by love, and
* Then the moon draws me from him.
* I go to him in haste and depart
* Reluctantly, with many
* Little farewells.
*
* I steal swiftly from behind the
* Blue horizon to cast the silver of
* My foam upon the gold of his sand, and
* We blend in melted brilliance.
*
* I quench his thirst and submerge his
* Heart; he softens my voice and subdues
* My temper.
* At dawn I recite the rules of love upon
* His ears, and he embraces me longingly.
*
* At eventide I sing to him the song of
* Hope, and then print smooth hisses upon
* His face; I am swift and fearful, but he
* Is quiet, patient, and thoughtful. His
* Broad bosom soothes my restlessness.
*
* As the tide comes we caress each other,
* When it withdraws, I drop to his feet in
* Prayer.
*
* Many times have I danced around mermaids
* As they rose from the depths and rested
* Upon my crest to watch the stars;
* Many times have I heard lovers complain
* Of their smallness, and I helped them to sigh.
*
* Many times have I teased the great rocks
* And fondled them with a smile, but never
* Have I received laughter from them;
* Many times have I lifted drowning souls
* And carried them tenderly to my beloved
* Shore. He gives them strength as he
* Takes mine.
*
* Many times have I stolen gems from the
* Depths and presented them to my beloved
* Shore. He takes them in silence, but still
* I give fro he welcomes me ever.
*
* In the heaviness of night, when all
* Creatures seek the ghost of Slumber, I
* Sit up, singing at one time and sighing
* At another. I am awake always.
*
* Alas! Sleeplessness has weakened me!
* But I am a lover, and the truth of love
* Is strong.
* I may be weary, but I shall never die.
Isn't that pretty? [Pillsbury, BOB ROSS!] There was one last thing I wanted to say... I don't remember. I will just do a blurb then.
Hidden
Behind closed eyes am I,
silent, thoughtful,
waiting to be watched unseeingly.
I twirl, dance, frolic,
spinning my colors around me,
all the while shrouded in darkness.
What am I?
I know naught save that I am Beauty at its purest.
I am formless, shapeless.
I am Love, sweet and tender,
neither raging nor arrogant,
for I am true,
if anything is to be true at all.
Search inside for me,
and you will find that I am no other,
but yourself.
Is this life a dream? Is there anything real and true about this Earth? Bill Nye said it himself, each atom of ours is mostly open space, as the majority of the atom is the electron cloud, containing the most minuscule electrons. Ernest Rutherford was conducting an experiment and shot "...alpha particles as atomic bullets, probed the atoms in a piece of thin (0.00006 cm) gold foil." (from cartage.org) Basically, most of the alpha particles went through the foil, as if there was nothing inside it, which clearly suggests that most of the space in the atom is empty! With an almost infinite number of atoms in this world, aren't we just space, with a little extra stuff? What's so real about us? We're just a vacuum after all!
Everyday, I feel as if I'm living a dream, that I'll wake up later in some random place, rub my eyes, then set off doing something REAL. But that's just me. How are you doing today? Tell me in the cbox. xD
Things I'm glad for:
-darkness
-poetry
-science (as temporary as it is, I still am fascinated by it)
-French (My mom says I should have taken Spanish. Honestly, I don't think I would have lasted 4 years of that. xP French is for moi. Je suis francaise, et je suis tres content. La vie- je l'aime beaucoup, mais je patauge et ma voiture est tombe en panne. J'ai besoin d'aide! Et une station-service. Hahaha. Je suis tres amusante.)
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la vie dans l'ordinateur
Internet failz.
For [almost] every entry, there's an answer. People are losing independence, and resort to the computer; like I do.
I lose tons of time to the computer. It's not wise, it's not smart, but I do it anyway. Why? 'Cause temptation gets the better of me.
I'm sure it's the same for everyone else. Otherwise, how come so many people are online on Omegle when they should be studying and doing something productive?
The human mind is a very annoying contraption. It's squishy, and I'm not quite sure what color it is. It's useful at times, but other than that it's plain annoying.
Why do we let our minds get the better of us? Why is it that the mind controls us? Is there a little bit of me in my brain besides my mind?
Are we much different from a computer? After all, both have an extensive knowledge, are controlled by a CPU/brain, and are dependent on material resources. What makes us different from robots? Are we robots?
My music teacher always preaches understanding of the songs we sing. In one recording, she repeated that without understanding, our actions lose meaning. Without understanding, there's no point in doing anything. That's why she requires us to know the meaning of what we sing; that way it's heartfelt.
Computers don't understand. They mechanically do stuff. Our job is to make sure we don't do stuff mechanically. When asked a deep question, the computer can only pull up something from the Internet's caches. Hence, the stupid response to my heart felt question: what do I do? [look it up yourself] The Internet can't give advice or use it's brain to search deeper into itself. If it did, it would just find some computer chips made from Cisco (WOOT! I have no idea if Cisco actually makes chips though. If they did, I want baked ones. YUMM).
And since I nicely digressed from my original question, I shall get back on track. Is there a piece of OURSELVES in our mind? I'm not quite sure, but I do like to [sort of] talk certain voice I hear. I'm not sure if it's a girl or boy, but I hear a voice that I can relate to, that encourages me, that puts a smile on my face. The voice reflects on my thoughts. I can bounce stuff off of it. That voice is my buddy, but it isn't me. I can share what I'm thinking with it 'cause it lives in my brain and sees everything anyways.
I still like staring off into space, finding random details. Talking to someone about the pacer test can only get so far, and then they scamper off to the next conversation. It's that part of social life that bugs me. It really shows that one is more interested in engaging themselves than keeping the other company. When I get left behind, I don't mind. I stare off into space until the next person hops for a quick conversation. I'm looking into the world, but I like to have an unfocused look. For some weird reason, you can see more that way. If you focus, you see so little, and what little you see is so unfamiliar. I don't know which I prefer. Both are good in moderation. [I baked my first cake for my mom's bday. My bro and I anyways. We loved it! It tasted yummy. For my bday I don't want gifts, a party, nothing. All I want to do is: wash my hair the day before [so my hair's curly and not as poofy] and eat homemade food including a milk chocolate cake]. Birthdays don't really have any meaning, but why not just make an excuse to enjoy an evening with loved ones? YUM CAKE!]
Things I'm grateful for:
-food, ate dinner. yum
-powerpoint lectures. thanks mr. Kim. now i need to study for your test.
-Kahlil Gibran. still love his poems. refer to first post
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il pleut.
It's raining! :D
Have you ever looked out from under the shade of a building into the rain and felt oddly detached from the people around you? I felt that way at lunch.
Rain is a magnet. I love the sound of it, the smell of it, the feel of it. I just like rain. That could be because I have a weird bond to water. I simply adore waterfalls, lakes, swimming, and of course rain. I still don't get why. Maybe I was a fish in my past life. If so, I hope I was a CLOWNFISH, because Marlin is so punny. (FINDING NEMO FTW).
I digress yet again. The thing is that water is so calming, so soft, so pure. I feel so drawn to it, and it hurts me when people say they hate rain. First of all, where would plants all over the world get their water? Without plants how can we survive? Second, rain=water for us to drink from the reservoirs. Third, rain is just awesome, okay?
Rain makes me feel like a puny speck of dust, which in essence I am compared to the entire universe. I'm probably just a quark or something. But the rain make feel like a different quark from the rest. The rest would eat and talk about something random and useless in the long run; others would cram for tests or do homework; others stand in the lunch line to get junk food. And I, I stare out into the rain and feel happy. I feel happy 'cause my brain isn't pestering me with some stupid thoughts about grades or other stuff. I feel happy because for at least one second, I can acknowledge who I am: me.
Rain boots
Green, squeaky rain boots are planted firmly on the cement. A girl, without an umbrella, looks up at the sky.
Gray clouds block out the sun, yet she is as vibrant as ever. Drops of rain patter on her nose, her hair, her outreached tongue.
She is alone in a courtyard, just standing there. Rain drops fall harder, harder, trying to break her will. Drizzle becomes rain; rain becomes hail, yet she stands with her little green boots, with a smile on her face.
She closes her eyes slowly, and is at complete peace. It is just her and the water, her and the water. No thoughts, no distractions, no pestering tests. Just water.
After ten minutes, the clouds clear. She opens her wet eyes. There is a blue patch of sky right above her.
Dejected, she turns away. A minute or two later, a cascade of water is dumped on her head, by another nimbus cloud. A fresh smile breaks out on her face, as the sky is enveloped into gloom once more.
Some people just like rain. What can they do about it?
Yup yup. HWLLDGI, I don't know if I'm an indigo or a crystal, but I know that I'm looking for something different, too. Just don't know how to get it.
So, that's all I'm gonna blog for today. Keep smiling and drink water. 8]
Things I'm grateful for:
-lightning (just when it doesn't hit anything)
-rain
-thunder
-fungi
-writing
-chemistry and biology :D
P.S. I still wasn't able to view lightning from afar, but I did hear thunder. Sounds like garbage cans on the roll. :D
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the strong and the weak
Isn't it so interesting to look into the past and see how stupid we were? Well, I'm looking at a book of WWII, called Hiroshima. It's by John Hershey and is an account of 6 survivors.
I'm reading it for a literary project and I realized how these people who died weren't as bad as the Americans thought. There was a mother, protecting her kids, a father trying to evacuate his family, and a doctor in his underwear on the porch. These people didn't deserve such a bad death. They were innocent.
In LD debate, our resolution is dealing with whether or not we should use economic sanctions. At first, I sympathized with the negative. After all, it prevents countries from doing nuclear stuff (for ex) that could affect even more people than in the country alone. I was talking to Mishy and she was saying, "what about the innocents?" For once, I was in the dilemma diplomats of today are in. Should I save more people and by doing so, hurt the fewer unlucky souls in the country? Or should I let the country have its rights and put the rest of the world at stake? What should we do for the best of all people?
Man, I can link everything to this problem now. xP Even Indian stuff! In Andhra, the Telangana part of the state has been considering themselves a separate state for years now. Their leader went on a hunger strike and was on the verge of death to support his cause of having a separate Telangana. The Indian governemnt consented and allowed them to form a new state. The rest of Andhra is rebelling, though, as they don't approve.
When I first heard it, I was furious. My home state split up because of a random dude fasting? Jumping to conclusions, my friend, is an easy way to blame people. But one needs to know all the facts before forming an opinion. Even though I was prejudiced against this group, I tried to learn more about them.
It turns out that they tried to separate because they felt they weren't being represented in government well. I was talking with my dad about it, and he told me that it wasn't just that. Students from Telangana have less of a chance getting into good schools in Andhra, which place priority on locals. These people had a legitimate reason to split. I didn't acknowledge that until recently.
I went to a friend's house before Christmas, and her mom was mentioning how Telangana was a good thing. I guess so. These people will get their rights. But the thing is that, most of this area is farmland, and I'm not even sure that having a separate state will ensure them rights. India, like any other country, being prone to corruption can't help all the innocents.
But I digress from my point. KCR (the dude who fasted and was the head of this party)was like Gandhi. After all, Gandhi went on strike and fasted for freedom from the British. How would it be if you denied your own citizen the right to peacefully protest as the father of your country did? I guess the Indian government had that in mind when they decided to split Andhra. [Now tons of parties in India want to be separated because Telangana got its freedom. The Indian gov't just said no more new states, which is sort of stupid in the sense that they're listening to Andhra and not to other states who're also fasting. How fair is that? If you let one split, then they all should get a chance to split, right?] However, which party should you listen to? The few willing to give their lives for a cause, or the mobs against them who want their voice to be heard too? Must we sacrifice the rights of a few for greater good? If we do, will it even be good ?
That was just going on in my mind. I know I don't want to be a politician. ;]
There are many sides to an issue. But does that make each situation a no-win one? We'll have to wait and see.
The strong and the weak
Take a rich man, with proud and arrogant,
and a farmer, humble and meek.
What do both have common?
A will to live, one may say, and equal rights.
I must scoff at you, if you are that one.
For if a war, as horrifying as the worst tempest,
were to erupt from the wells of man's greed and folly,
who would be thrown out into the battle's wicked claws?
The farmer is who.
If man's self-confidence and stupidity,
pull the stock market down into the depths of recession,
who takes the first fall?
The farmer is who.
When the poor fall, without any assistance,
how are these equal rights existing?
Where is the support the strong have, in the lives of the weak?
Where are their rights?
In the world of the strong and the weak,
there is no such thing as equality,
as brotherhood, as love, and peace.
How is life worth living in that world,
when you know that your rise is someone else's fall?
How can you have sweet dreams that turn bitter in others' minds?
How can the strong be happy,
while the weak suffer?
Will there ever be a moment,
at least one,
where our status doesn't matter,
our skin color, our race, our culture
are all accepted,
and when the strong hold hands with the weak?
If it will come,
you will see the folly of your answer,
as fairness is nonexistent in our world today,
as we live in the world of the strong and the weak.
Give me your feedback in the cbox. Cheerio!
Things I'm grateful for:
-nonfiction
-history
-classical music
-fungus fair on Sunday <3
-love and peace. And GTA that doesn't mean I'm a hippie.
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8 minutes
I'm gonna blog this post in 8 minutes. That may sound long to you, but I spend time on my writing. xP
I was just chatting with Batman, my biffle. She was looking for critique on her story. I'll get her permission if I can put her story up here. xD
But that takes us to the topic of writing. Writing can be your average essay, or something better. Personally, I like freestyle because I am not held back by formats, which is why I blog. But a great thing about writing is see it improve from draft to draft. i'm in Writing for Publication and we wrote a bunch of articles 1st semester.
I'm picking out one piece, the social commentary. I wrote it and I knew it sucked a lot. Then I workshopped it and got critique from Snoopy, Danni, and Dumbledore. We became the fantastic four. My piece evolved into a beauty. I loved it.
I was giving Batman some critique, and she agreed with me on how good it feels to get good criticism. Most of the time, people read your piece and say "It's really good!" and give you nothing. That is annoying. Giving good critique is the best thing you can do for your fellow writers.
SO GIVE ME FEEDBACK! I don't see anyone commenting or anything. Sheesh. What am I writing this thing for then?
Gah, 8 min is up. So I shall stop here. Be nice to your friends, guys. and keep smiling...
Things I'm grateful for:
-brothers
-office desk
-random Indian soaps
-Korean >:D That's right Pillsbury.
Note: Pillsbury was micromanaging on this blog. But she awesomed it, I agree. SO thanks, man. By the way, I found my pet pincone Penelope. She's still in good shape since last year...
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All is Well
Phew, I worked my butt off to get the new layout. XD And I couldn't have done it without the help of Pillsbury. Looking back, I was very technologically challenged. Ah well, at least I know how to do stuff now! I added a cbox, too, so please add comments when you can. ;D So yeah, I'm dedicating this post to Pillsbury <3.
Sigh. I wanted to practice music, but I didn't get anything done. So much for getting off the hamster wheel. It really makes me restless knowing that I'm not getting anything done.
I watched 3 Idiots yesterday. It's a Hindi movie about a dude who joins this prestigious college and learns because he loves to. It was all a flashback, with occasional glimpses of the present (10years after college, where they're trying to find the dude). The movie had a lot of morals, and one of them was to follow your heart blah blah and to fool yourself into thinking "all is well." There was some vulgar humor, but the movie wasn't so bad... I just expected more comedy than was there. They showed some really pretty places in the movie, though. And there's a credits fight apparently; this dude claims the story came from his book. When will we ever get world peas?
There was a story in the movie. The watchman of the village kept yelling "All is well" and then one night the village got robbed, and they realized the guy was blind and was saying that just to fool people into thinking they were safe.
Sigh. Last day of break. I plan to go to Pillsbury's place and do stuff. <3
I have a lame blurb coming up, so if you don't like it go eat ice cream.
Pop
I sat crouched in the glass of water, squashed by my oversized neighbors.
Through the glass, I could see gargantuan fingers transporting us to a steel pot. My visuals were gone- all I could see was the mess of arms and legs around me.
A few seconds later, we were all spread out. I fanned myself with my hand. The current went faster and faster, faster and faster until I found myself at the top of the mass of water.
This was a defining moment in my life. As a water molecule, I'd always been pushed around by others. Now was the chance to get some bragging rights.
I held hands with the people around me, and we rose into an impressive bubble. The human saw us and picked us up with a bubble wand. By the looks of it, it was a girl. If it was a boy, we'd probably have been dead by now.
I felt a breeze on my skin, as the girl blew us. And we flew, up into the blue sky. I reveled in the spirit of flying. I was free!
Alas! My newfound happiness was short lived, for we hit a branch and "Pop!" dispersed like marbles on a wooden table.
I fell lightly onto a blade of grass and thought bitterly as I was stepped on by a boy with boots, Curse you, Uggs!
That was extremely lame. I'll try to come up with something better next time.
Things I'm grateful for:
-Red Mango
-golf land
-sleeping in late
-water pik
-pongal
EDIT: Pillsbury did most of it. ;D Love you, LFeV
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On a Hamster Wheel
That's right. I feel as if I'm getting nowhere in the long run. I hope that changes soon in the New Year.
Personally, I don't believe in resolutions, but I would like to do the following in the New Year:
1. Learn my 3yr old cousin's gibberish language
2. overcome distractions and achieve my goals (aka time management)
3. become a more understanding person
4. become calmer (I believe I am succeeding- less crazy outbursts. People claim I'm acting too serious when I'm calm, but being calm doesn't mean you're less happy! Being calm is awesome because it actually makes you feel good. Maniacal laughing and fits don't even have a good reason to be happy. It's like when you're calm, you're happy for a reason that is worthwhile and that happiness stays. Happiness is dear to me. Be a smile millionare. Always really smile. :] Brightens your day and that of others around you!)
5. stay fit. (and get that 7:20 mile time)
6. keep loving the world and everyone on it. Yeah, I don't care if that sounds hippyish, Drama King, because it's what makes the world go 'round.
Today does not feel like New Year at all. I guess it comes with the fact that as you get older, time doesn't matter. I mean, a new year is just saying I survived another year. Then if we celebrate so much for that, we may as well be thankful each day that we're alive... gah, my argumentation sucks right now. Cut me some slack- it's 1:35 in the morning. And I have no idea how I'll get used to waking up early on Monday. :[
We were trying to watch District 9 today. Of course, we failed. We got ripped off at 3 sites and even took a Twilight quiz to "gain access" to an image. I hope to watch it in the near future.
The clock
It was New Year's Eve and everyone else was teeming with energy obtained from cake, brownies, and sparkling cider. On the TV set, a man with a cheesy voice from ABC was blabbing something to a dude with a mullet. Behind them was the luminescent ball, dropping ever so slowly.
The time was 11:59 and the countdown began. Everyone chanted the numbers like kindergarteners on a sugar rush. And then they got to 0. And then they screamed and did all that good stuff.
In the corner, this young child looked at the clock with all of its hands on the 12. And he thought, What's the point of New Year's? I can count down from 60 any time in the year...
And with that wise thought, he continued staring at the clock, finding protection from the crazy party in its clicking gears.
I might as well practice my numbers, the boy reflected. After all, I will be going into 1st grade. 60..59..58...
Things I'm grateful for
-life
-sleep
-happiness
-friends
-family
-my readers
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