May 31, 2007

My Interesting Conversation/Argument of the Month

magictg227: if we completely understood ourselves
magictg227: life would be kinda boring

dav1zzle: actaully, it would be spent trying to figure out what other people think of us
dav1zzle: and telling them that they are wronf
dav1zzle: *wrong

magictg227: i don't think anything can go back to its starting point
magictg227: that'd make things too easy

dav1zzle: i never said it was a restart, it just feels like what it used to be
magictg227: except you don't have as much gas as you started
magictg227: or your tires a bit more worn out
dav1zzle: ah, but you're at the pit stop
magictg227: so more gas
magictg227: and new tires
magictg227: but same driver

dav1zzle: yes
magictg227: and the driver already went around the track once
magictg227: so his eyes
magictg227: might be a bit tired
magictg227: and its hot in the car
magictg227: and he's sweating

dav1zzle: ah, but now he knows what's comin round
magictg227: ah
magictg227: yes
magictg227: k you win

dav1zzle: YAY!!!

May 10, 2007

My Dreams...

I belive that very few people my age know what it's like to let go of something very precious. I don't think I even know what I can define as precious in my life, but I have a few starting points. So goes the saying "You don't know what you got till it's gone." And I believe in that to the fullest. Too many times do we take things for granted - many of us don't even realize the amount of sacrifices our parents have made for us. Our coaches and teachers and guiders have deffinetly given up a lot of their time for us as well. Without their losses, we wouldn't have been able to further ourselves as people.

Sacrificing time, commitment, and even fun is very hard to do for us teenagers. Caught up in our own worlds of school, friends, and relationships, we barely have time to think about the moral values of our decisions. I have to say that I rarely look into the long-term consequences of my everyday actions, and I believe that THAT is one of my issues dealing with prioritizing. However, I will say that I haven't had to give up much - just some time with friends in order to study or a "lazy sunday" for work. But I will say this - I believe that I have indeed given up some major things within my life-time. I mean, there could be a snowball effect involved.

Something starts off small, like a small snowball at the top of a hill. But over time, it grows within you, and doesn't stop untill it's too big for you to handle. By the time the snowball reaches the bottom of the hill, it's as big as a house!

All I'm saying is that giving up the thing you want most isn't something small to do - you have to tell yourself to let go, even when you don't want to. That to me is the greatest human struggle. Infact, I was watching MIB not too long ago, and I distinctly remember a conversation between Agent K (Tommy Lee Jones) and Agent J (Will Smith):

J: Well you know what they say: 'It's better to have love and lost than to have never loved at all-"
K: Try it.

May 6, 2007

My Mother's Day

Actually, if it weren't for Mother's Day, I can guarantee you that more than half the people in this world wouldn't even remember to thank their moms every once in a while. About four out of every five [Caucasian] American doesn't even know what filial piety is. The reason why I included the [Caucasian] part is because many Asian people were brought up with having strong family bonds, in turn paying respects to past ancestors. So, there is a strong sense of filial piety in a lot of Asian families. In fact, here's how my {early} Mother's Day routine went:

1) Wake up, make breakfast and coffee for mom.
2) Drive to Grandparents house, wash and polish grandmothers car.
3) Drive home, clean house for next 3 hours.
4) Begin cooking around 1:00pm.
5) 5:30, party starts.

I know I shouldn't be complaining, but I'm just saying that without Mother's Day, many of us would completely forget about our Moms...(mums...mothers...all the same). I can honestly say that I don't thank my mom (or my dad for that matter) as often as I should. Even if it's over the small things, I hardly thank my mom. It seems like someone out there realized that without someone or something telling you to thank your mom, no one would do it.

Of course there's the birthday parties and the Christmas presents, but what about when it really matters. For example, if you [want to] talk to your parents about life, they take their time to listen what you have to say. They might even offer advice. Given the fact that they've been in the world longer than you have, that kind of information is way more often than not, valuable. That deserves a thank you. They don't have to listen to you, they don't have to take time off of their busy schedules to hear what you have to say, but they do anyway.

I realize that the more I look at (and criticize) the behavior of people my age, the more I realize that I'm a hypocrite. I know that I don't thank my mother enough, yet, it really ticks me off to see teenagers get angry at their parents for picking them up late. Kids these days should realize that parents don't have to pick you up from school - you could always catch The Bus, or better yet, walk. And withing regards to strict parents, I agree that sometimes parents can push the borderline, but it's always for the better. I can't count how many countless times my parents have saved my behind by their restrictions. Impossible it may sound, but true none-the-less.

May 5, 2007

My Nature Watch

A while ago, I began to realize how desolate our street was in the middle of the day. I walked out the front door into the blazing sun and saw no motion, no life. The wind didn't even bursh the leaves on the trees - everything was as still as tombstones in a graveyard. Akward comparison I know, but that's what it really seemed like, there was absolutely nothing going on. Then, a bird flew into a tree on our front lawn. Curiosly, I slowly approached the tree to see what the bird was doing in our tree. On the side of the tree facing away from the street was a little hole, about the size of an orange, and in it was a nest. I couldn't believe it - there was life on our street after all! Fearing an attack from the parents I moved away and sat down on a little brick wall guarding our front lawn. Normally, I'd just go back inside, but there was no point; all there was was an AC and computer (nothing productive). So I sat and listened, listened to the sound of silence. Then, the wind picked up. The leaves began to rustle, each having it's own unique voice.

All the while, I can't help but think about how this all started out as. Grass-covered hill sides as far as the eye could see, white clouds rolling overhead in the light-blue sky. The wind visible through the grass as it pushes waves and waves of air through each gree blade. I can see myself climbing to the top of the hill (in turn the top of our street) and just lying there in the grass. I then roll down the side of the hill, rolling over and over. My vision inverted, then normal again, then inverted, then normal again. All the while, every care in the world slips away with each tumble I take.

I lose my "happy place" and return to reality. The paths of tar streak across the hillside, houses block the view, and cars disrupting everything in their paths. Not much can make me feel any better about this world, except for that nest. Within that nest lies hope within the future, the furture of a better place, where birds can find a tree anywhere, and people will be able to live in peace with Nature.

Apr 25, 2007

My Censored Rap?!

In recent news, Hip-Hop mogul Russell Simmons announced that he is putting a call out to have three words censored out of rap music. The culprits? The words "Ho", "B!tch", and "N!gger" are the ones he's trying to censor. While many rap artists are of course fighting for freedom of speech, his stance isn't against freedom of speech, but rather for a call of limits. The founder of Def-Jam Records (a major hip-hop record dealer) says that the public's outrage to the use of such words casually is growing rapidly. Let's take a look back for a second in the past of some hip-hop moments.

A while ago, the first hip-hop/rap artist won a Grammy. His name was Eminem, aka Marshall Mathers III. Okay, well maybe he wasn't the first, but he was the first to get such an outrage from the public. When public got word of his nomination, outrage was found everywhere. Many parents were against having such a profane artist winning a Grammy. Never-the-less, he won, and the industry would never be the same. Ever since then, there has been an explosion of artists rising from "no-names" to rich hip-hop artists.

Way back in the 80's, when hip-hop was first introduced, it was a way for people to get funky and put rhymes and rhythm together. Take a look at Will Smith or even MC Hammer; they never used a cuss word in any of their hit songs. Now, you can't go very far in hip-hop without using a profound word. However, many people will agree that many things have changed since the 80's; censor laws, popularity, and most importantly - public acceptance. Many people look down upon hip-hop for it's vulgarity, but many teens and young adults can't get enough of it. So, this issue is more than a fight over rights, it's gone to a moral level.

Russell Simmons' decision came only two weeks after DJ Don Imus was fired for talking smack about the Rutgers women's basketball team. The Rutger's Cinderella story to the NCAA championships stopped just short of losing the heart-breaking championship game. To make sure that nothing like that happens to his empire, he (R.S.) called for the ban of "extreme words." Now people have to decide what is exceptable and what is not. People have to remember that this is a form of art and self-expression. Don Imus' remarks were uncalled for, but is rap too out of control too?

Apr 21, 2007

My Kinda Love

I came across a rather interesting quote today~

It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy relationships. -Friedrich Nietzsche

Then I began to wonder how true this statement really was. Keep in mind that I'm no psychiatrist or mental health expert, but try to think about this seriously! Because if you fall in love with someone, it's obvious that you will give them all of your love. But what people usually forget in a relationship is why they fell in love in the first place. How can it be that out of almost six and a half BILLION people, you fell in love with that ONE person? Sure, tell yourself that there's plenty of other fish in the sea. But if there are, couldn't it have been someone else? That's what makes love so interesting.

It all comes back to that one reason why you fell in love in the first place. You shouldn't have to ask yourself that question to get an answer, it should already be at the tip of your tongue by now. It's when people lose sight of that; when sights occur, when doubt enters, when you feel that it's not worth it. It's okay if there's an occasional fight, or a doubtful thought, or even a question of commitment, because that gives you something to talk about and reconnect. But when communication fails, that's when you lose sight of that first reason. And that's OK sometimes because we all lose sight of things, but if not corrected, that relationship can turn into something ugly.

Believe me when I say this because I have seen this happen time and time again. I believe my first experience dealing with this was when two relatives of mine started fighting, at first I thought it was just their way of talking to each other, I never thought it would end up in divorce...maybe I've already said too much.

A lack of the right kind of communication between a couple can be a bummer. First hand experience tells me this is true. Whether it's physical or emotional, or even just talking on the phone, feelings need to be expressed without fear of jeopardizing the relationship. Trust me, talking about the right things can only strengthen the bond.

Friendship is that reason why fell in love in the first place. You saw, felt, and wanted a friendship like no other with this person. Cause the only thing better to lean your head on than a table, is a friend. A unique friendship is what everyone wants, and needs. And isn't that what love is?

Apr 12, 2007

My POV on Reality TV (pt. 2)

I can't help but question America's view with American Idol. The new Sanjaya conspiracy has really riled up the country into a unison view of hate. Yet, even though no-one supposedly hates him, how does he keep managing to stay out of the bottom three? Apparently, the show has the right to mix up the contestants in the bottom three. I don't believe, however, that they have the right to boot contestants from the show even if they didn't have the least amount of votes. Who knows? Maybe the producers want to keep Sanjaya in because he makes people tune into the show (to watch him get kicked off). As controversial as it is, I still believe that it's business...

However, I do recall on one particular show that was labelled "immoral." If anyone recalls the reality TV show The Swan, the main point was to turn "ugly ducklings" into beauty pageant contestants, where they competed to become "The Ultimate Swan." Why is this immoral you ask? If turning plastic surgery into a contest doesn't make you think twice, I don't know what will. Many people disliked the show based upon the fact that it basically told young women everywhere "If you don't like they way you look, there's a way to fix that." And if there's a cure for bad looks, then there's a cure for everything...right? Had the show not been cancelled at the end of 2004, I think that there would be a lot more people going under the knife. However, I am only presenting one (slightly extremeist) view point. Keep in mind that the main goal of the show was to help women overcome their own view of themselves. Plastic surgery wasn't the only thing they underwent to compete in the pageant - they had fitness trainers, stylists and the like. But amongst all those, they also had a phsycologist. Keep in mind that many of these women thought that they were the most hideous being to walk the planet. Having that kind of self esteem is definetly unhealthy, and this show was supposed to help "cure" them. Cure them it did, but in doing so, turned plastic surgery into something that it shouldn't be: a game show.