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.
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.
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.
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.
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