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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Walking on Sunshine
Haha, I got "Walking on Sunshine" stuck in my head. It's a nice tune though. Just like "We're no Strangers to Love." Rick roll!
I have no idea what to blog about today. Every time I want to blog, something gets in the way: a math test, X-raying, poetry project, decoding, whatever. But now I have a bit of free time, and am unsure how to use it. So I sit down, take the computer and start to type what you are reading now.
Yesterday, my parents dragged me to see a Telegu movie, "Namo Venkatesha." Having plans to finish a chunk of homework/project then, I was upset that my schedule was ruined and went to the movie sulking. It was by far one of the stupidest movies I've ever seen. I was the only one not looking at the screen.
I felt moody then, restless and grumpy. I'd start crying for no apparent reason and would then try to sleep, but fail as the movie blared on.
In one of those random dances, they showed a waterfall, and for the rest of the movie I was thinking about them. For the record, I love water. I love swimming, wading in creeks, standing under the rushing water of a waterfall, diving for shells in a lake. Water calms me. It soothes me. Once I'm in the water, it's hard to get out.
I started crying "happy tears" when thinking about waterfalls. I could close my eyes and flash back to the scene, about six months ago.
For the July 4th weekend, my family had a 4 day sleepover [weird, huh?] at friend's house in Modesto. We went to Yosemite, to Pinecrest lake, and to Raging Waters [I had some weird allergic reaction those 4 days, and kept getting these weird bumps on my arms... ANYWAYS XD]. The highlight was Yosemite, though.
We left the house at maybe 8-9 AM, packed in my dad's blue-gray SUV and went down the road to Yosemite. Windy roads, farms, and a Bachelor's Inn (which was met with 8 pairs of skeptical eyebrows) flashed through the slightly dusty windows. With my dad's fast driving [we egged him on to pass cars in front us], we reached Yosemite.
After some more driving, we stopped at a river bank to have lunch. It was lemon rice and some rice with yogurt, I remember. We ate from ziploc bags, then went to wade around in the shallow parts of the river. Canoes lazily drifted by, completing the peaceful theme.
My dad wanted to take us to Half Dome by car. The majority decided to go to a waterfall. There was Bridal Falls, which required some hiking, and some others which my mom couldn't walk to. Then we saw the sign for Yosemite Falls, a short distance away.
After some casual walking, we could see the waterfall from afar. It was a beauty, trickling down and softly falling on the rocks like milk. It looked gentle from a distance, but once we got closer, we were told a different story.
The base of the lower falls was surrounded by rocks, so we had to do a bit of climbing, which I loved. I had always liked to scramble around on the rocks of a creek, and this was quite similar. Wiggling my toes in my black flip flops, I set out with my dad, uncle, and brother to reach the bottom of the falls. My mom was too chicken to come at first, but followed later.
After a minor scrape on my knee and some other minor injuries, we stood directly at the bottom of the falls. I stood on the rock protruding just above the rushing water. And I stood there, relishing the wind, the mist on my face, the exhilaration of being a part of the waterfall. And for the while I stood there, I felt I belonged. For once, I knew where I could take refuge and escape from my confusions and doubts [and kim tests xP]. The waterfall.
My dad had to drag me back, and I followed unwillingly only after we got to sit on a rock, feet dangling into the water. The current was strong, yet strangely gentle. The water was raging, yet comforting. I'll never get the paradox of waterfalls.
I drank some water from the falls, and it tasted weird. It was tangy. And then I remembered something I read from my 7th grade science book about getting zoo-flagellates in your stomach [which causes hiker's disease. you're supposed to boil the water from a river before you drink it...]. But I was okie-dokie. We scrambled back, and had to leave. I looked back at the falls, and told my uncle that I didn't want to leave. I just wanted my waterfall.
But as with all good things, they just never seem to last. I had to leave my waterfall and come back to the friend's house.
Haha, but before that, we were waiting for my dad to get the car which he parked somewhere. Me, my bro, and his friend were bored and started waving at cars going by. We noticed three things:
1. Indians never waved
2. Whites were the ones who were waving
3. TRUCK DRIVERS ARE AWESOME. we waved to this dude in a truck, and he honked loudly at us. it was awesome.
And then my dad came. We were in a non pickup zone, and we even asked the lady there if it was. So what we did was run to the car, get in, and drive off. The lady yelled at us. When jumping into the backseat, I peeled some skin on a seat belt buckler thing. No blood though!
Gee, that was a big ramble. Anyways, I dream of going to Stevens Creek and just doing my homework there. I could dip my feet in the water, while sitting on a rock with my math homework. I love nature.
And surprisingly Michael Jackson did too. In choir, we were watching a video about his world tour. We saw a bunch of rehearsals and etc. There was thriller, beat it, and bad. It was awesome. But there was another song. about NATURE!
This was a twist I really didn't see coming. Mikey himself said that he adored nature, and respected it. It just goes to tell you that the mind is quick to judge people. ;[
Everyone can be kind and compassionate inside. You just have to open your eyes for a second and stop seeing their faults. There is a lot of love in this world. All you need to do is find it.
Things I'm grateful for:
-clouds (i was in the car, and i saw these beautiful clouds. some popped out and some were distant. it was 3D looking, instead of the flat blue sky. after a while blue gets boring...)
-rain (WATER!)
-waterfalls (durr)
-myself
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Walking on Sunshine
Haha, I got "Walking on Sunshine" stuck in my head. It's a nice tune though. Just like "We're no Strangers to Love." Rick roll!
I have no idea what to blog about today. Every time I want to blog, something gets in the way: a math test, X-raying, poetry project, decoding, whatever. But now I have a bit of free time, and am unsure how to use it. So I sit down, take the computer and start to type what you are reading now.
Yesterday, my parents dragged me to see a Telegu movie, "Namo Venkatesha." Having plans to finish a chunk of homework/project then, I was upset that my schedule was ruined and went to the movie sulking. It was by far one of the stupidest movies I've ever seen. I was the only one not looking at the screen.
I felt moody then, restless and grumpy. I'd start crying for no apparent reason and would then try to sleep, but fail as the movie blared on.
In one of those random dances, they showed a waterfall, and for the rest of the movie I was thinking about them. For the record, I love water. I love swimming, wading in creeks, standing under the rushing water of a waterfall, diving for shells in a lake. Water calms me. It soothes me. Once I'm in the water, it's hard to get out.
I started crying "happy tears" when thinking about waterfalls. I could close my eyes and flash back to the scene, about six months ago.
For the July 4th weekend, my family had a 4 day sleepover [weird, huh?] at friend's house in Modesto. We went to Yosemite, to Pinecrest lake, and to Raging Waters [I had some weird allergic reaction those 4 days, and kept getting these weird bumps on my arms... ANYWAYS XD]. The highlight was Yosemite, though.
We left the house at maybe 8-9 AM, packed in my dad's blue-gray SUV and went down the road to Yosemite. Windy roads, farms, and a Bachelor's Inn (which was met with 8 pairs of skeptical eyebrows) flashed through the slightly dusty windows. With my dad's fast driving [we egged him on to pass cars in front us], we reached Yosemite.
After some more driving, we stopped at a river bank to have lunch. It was lemon rice and some rice with yogurt, I remember. We ate from ziploc bags, then went to wade around in the shallow parts of the river. Canoes lazily drifted by, completing the peaceful theme.
My dad wanted to take us to Half Dome by car. The majority decided to go to a waterfall. There was Bridal Falls, which required some hiking, and some others which my mom couldn't walk to. Then we saw the sign for Yosemite Falls, a short distance away.
After some casual walking, we could see the waterfall from afar. It was a beauty, trickling down and softly falling on the rocks like milk. It looked gentle from a distance, but once we got closer, we were told a different story.
The base of the lower falls was surrounded by rocks, so we had to do a bit of climbing, which I loved. I had always liked to scramble around on the rocks of a creek, and this was quite similar. Wiggling my toes in my black flip flops, I set out with my dad, uncle, and brother to reach the bottom of the falls. My mom was too chicken to come at first, but followed later.
After a minor scrape on my knee and some other minor injuries, we stood directly at the bottom of the falls. I stood on the rock protruding just above the rushing water. And I stood there, relishing the wind, the mist on my face, the exhilaration of being a part of the waterfall. And for the while I stood there, I felt I belonged. For once, I knew where I could take refuge and escape from my confusions and doubts [and kim tests xP]. The waterfall.
My dad had to drag me back, and I followed unwillingly only after we got to sit on a rock, feet dangling into the water. The current was strong, yet strangely gentle. The water was raging, yet comforting. I'll never get the paradox of waterfalls.
I drank some water from the falls, and it tasted weird. It was tangy. And then I remembered something I read from my 7th grade science book about getting zoo-flagellates in your stomach [which causes hiker's disease. you're supposed to boil the water from a river before you drink it...]. But I was okie-dokie. We scrambled back, and had to leave. I looked back at the falls, and told my uncle that I didn't want to leave. I just wanted my waterfall.
But as with all good things, they just never seem to last. I had to leave my waterfall and come back to the friend's house.
Haha, but before that, we were waiting for my dad to get the car which he parked somewhere. Me, my bro, and his friend were bored and started waving at cars going by. We noticed three things:
1. Indians never waved
2. Whites were the ones who were waving
3. TRUCK DRIVERS ARE AWESOME. we waved to this dude in a truck, and he honked loudly at us. it was awesome.
And then my dad came. We were in a non pickup zone, and we even asked the lady there if it was. So what we did was run to the car, get in, and drive off. The lady yelled at us. When jumping into the backseat, I peeled some skin on a seat belt buckler thing. No blood though!
Gee, that was a big ramble. Anyways, I dream of going to Stevens Creek and just doing my homework there. I could dip my feet in the water, while sitting on a rock with my math homework. I love nature.
And surprisingly Michael Jackson did too. In choir, we were watching a video about his world tour. We saw a bunch of rehearsals and etc. There was thriller, beat it, and bad. It was awesome. But there was another song. about NATURE!
This was a twist I really didn't see coming. Mikey himself said that he adored nature, and respected it. It just goes to tell you that the mind is quick to judge people. ;[
Everyone can be kind and compassionate inside. You just have to open your eyes for a second and stop seeing their faults. There is a lot of love in this world. All you need to do is find it.
Things I'm grateful for:
-clouds (i was in the car, and i saw these beautiful clouds. some popped out and some were distant. it was 3D looking, instead of the flat blue sky. after a while blue gets boring...)
-rain (WATER!)
-waterfalls (durr)
-myself
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